Chapter 15 He Has Something to Hide

Seeing that Mingzhao had not come down for a long time and did not reply to his messages, Zhou Tingyun went upstairs and knocked on the door.

"Zhao Zhao?"

No response.

He calmly prepared to ask the waiter to get the key, and the next second, the door opened.

Because he was going to have dinner, Ming Zhao changed into his daily clothes.

She wore a short skirt under a camel-colored wool coat, paired with suede boots of the same color. Her long hair was slightly curled under the beret, and her metallic earrings were dangling, giving her a very millennial style.

She looked at Zhou Tingyun expressionlessly.

Zhou Tingyun's eyes fell on her bare knees, and he couldn't help but frown and asked her why she didn't wear the leg-revealing artifact.

When Ming Zhao heard the words "bare legs divine weapon" from his mouth, she almost broke down, but she forced herself to hold it in.

"It's not nice to wear."

Meeting the man's cold gaze, she wrinkled her nose and said, "It's all heated, we just need to walk outside for a while."

Zhou Tingyun didn't argue with her and asked.

“Why don’t you reply to the message?”

"I'm changing clothes, how can you see it?"

"You didn't hear any knocks?"

Ming Zhao refused to listen, "I just didn't hear it."

After coming out of the mansion, he bent down and got into the car. The driver was the housekeeper of Zhou's house.

Ming Zhao is now allergic to the word Zhou and sits in the back seat without saying a word.

She actually had no mood to eat.

In the past, she could do whatever she wanted and never had to worry about Zhou Tingyun thinking she was willful. But what about now?

She was actually competing with Zhou Siyu! Listen!

Mingzhao was extremely depressed and cursed Zhou Tingyun in his heart.

Anyway, all the mistakes are his fault.

At this time, the butler suddenly spoke.

"Sir," he asked, "do we need to wait for Miss Siyu?"

"Need not."

Zhou Tingyun doesn't have much patience to care about other people now.

After spending more than ten years together, he could detect even the slightest fluctuation in Ming Zhao's mood.

Just as I was about to press the baffle to ask, there were two knocks from the front row.

The butler rolled down the car window and politely greeted, "Miss Siyu."

Outside the window, the clean-faced girl smiled at the housekeeper, and then looked at Zhou Tingyun.

"Brother Tingyun, could you please give me a ride?"

Ming Zhao withdrew his gaze, his face expressionless.

Send it, send it, send it!

She became increasingly annoyed and was about to ask the housekeeper to open the door so she could get out of the car when she heard the calm voice of the person next to her.

"The Zhou family has arranged a driver for you."

Zhou Tingyun remembered that his cousin was usually not so bold, let alone stopping his car.

Thinking of the ten minutes or so that Ming Zhao spent changing clothes, his expression turned cold.

For a moment, Zhou Siyu's smile froze, "Ting..."

"Zhou Siyu." He reminded gently.

"Don't play tricks on me."

These words were spoken with great severity, and the girl's face turned pale instantly.

Ming Zhao was also a little scared.

Although she loved to quarrel with Zhou Tingyun, she also knew that he was not really angry with her. That time when he was most aggressive towards her, he just put on a sullen face and told her to leave.

The young lady who bullies the weak and fears the strong is pinching her fingers nervously at this moment.

The housekeeper's heart trembled, and he quickly said, "I'm sorry, Miss Siyu, I'll take the gentleman back first."

As he said that, he quickly closed the car window and started the car in a second.

After driving out more than ten meters, the butler dared to steal a glance at Zhou Tingyun's expression, but saw that the transparent partition had become foggy.

Back seat.

Zhou Tingyun freed her clenched hands and asked.

"What did she say to you?"

Ming Zhao paused.

"Nothing..." she said weakly.

"Are you angry about nothing?"

Ming Zhao was the most stubborn person in the whole body. "I didn't—"

"Well, if I wasn't angry, I would have slammed the car door and left. If I was angry, what would I do?"

?

How do you know all this?

Ming Zhao looked at him in shock.

After all, he was the one who brought her up, so Zhou Tingyun knew what she was planning as soon as she moved her eyelids.

I was so bored that I thought no one could tell.

He lowered his eyes and stared at her, signaling her not to lie.

"What else can I say?" Ming Zhao looked away. "They said our Young Master Zhou is handsome and rich, and gave him an unlimited spending card. I'm so envious."

"She lied to you." Zhou Tingyun was helpless. How could he be so stupid.

Ming Zhao uttered a dry "oh".

"What else?" he asked. "Don't keep it in your heart."

After waiting for a long time, there was no sound.

Seeing her lower her head again, Zhou Tingyun sighed.

His palm was placed on the side of her face, slightly raised.

Her cheeks limp in her hands, her eyes lowered, she resolutely refused to look at him, her lips tense and full of unhappiness.

"We are a family," Zhou Tingyun said in a steady voice, "Why do you always believe what outsiders say?"

"Or is it that Zhao Zhao did it on purpose, just to get angry with me?"

?What

She was just flattered by the word "family", but the next sentence stepped on her tail again.

Why did she deliberately get angry with him?

Slander, this is pure slander.

Feeling like he was being blamed, Ming Zhao became anxious and wanted to bite him, but was easily pinched on both sides of his cheeks.

He couldn't close his mouth and could only mumble curses.

Zhou Tingyun: "I still have people to meet."

So the tooth mark finally remained on the back of the hand.

Zhou Tingyun did not object to Mingzhao biting him. Mingzhao liked to bite him when they were young. At that time, Zhou Tingyun would touch her teeth and felt that his sister's teeth were neat and healthy.

Biting him now means that she is still the domineering young lady.

Thinking of this, Zhou Tingyun frowned.

I kind of regret letting her come into contact with people from the Zhou family.

It's only been a few days since I returned to China, but I've already learned to keep my anger to myself.

He squeezed her hand.

"Let's not go to dinner, okay? I'll take you home."

How can that be?

"No." Ming Zhao refused and questioned, "You don't want me to go, there's something wrong with you."

After saying this, she frowned, "Huh? Why do I look like a rich wife who catches her husband cheating every day?"

Without waiting for Zhou Tingyun to tell her to be careful with her words, she took the moral high ground to accuse him, using some internet emotional quotes that she had seen from somewhere.

"It's all your fault. You didn't give people enough sense of security."

"I'm going to tell Mommy that you bullied me!"

Zhou Tingyun watched her performance quietly for a while, then took out his phone and asked, "Do you want me to call your mom for you?"

The fake crying stopped abruptly.

Ming Zhao helped him put the phone back into his pocket. "Sir, I won't bother you with that."

While the jokes were going on, the car slowly drove into the alley and stopped in front of a bright gate inlaid with golden buckles.

As soon as he got off the car, Mingzhao wanted to run away.

Pulled back by Zhou Tingyun.

"Stand still."

...Ming Zhao stood there reluctantly.

A long cashmere blanket was wrapped around her waist and covered her boots.

The man lowered his head to tie the blanket and almost held her in his arms.

The tip of his nose was filled with a light, warm woody scent, a scent that made him feel safe. Ming Zhao felt lazy and simply leaned forward, leaning against him.

One moment he complained that it was too tight and he couldn't breathe, and the next moment he said it was too loose and would fall off.

Zhou Tingyun patted her waist and said, "Stop making trouble."

Use your knuckles to create space and tie the blanket in place.

His fingers were very long and his joints were broad, so they inevitably rubbed her waist when he moved.

When the hand was pulled out, the thin inner layer was brought up.

Then, without any warning, the fingertips touched the delicate and soft skin.

Zhou Tingyun paused slightly.

It’s not like he hasn’t hugged Mingzhao before.

A ball of glutinous rice, like a soft mud, with its head tilted on his shoulder, its pink cheeks were so tender that one couldn't help but pinch them gently, like a soft pudding.

But memories should be warm and beautiful.

Instead of taking him back to that hot and humid night.

A sweet scent lingered at the tip of his nose, and the touch of lace was like needles piercing his fingertips and piercing his heart.

But he would no longer push Mingzhao away like he did last time. Just like Aunt Lin said, she was sensitive and if it happened a few more times, she would probably cry.

Zhou Tingyun naturally stuffed his clothes back into the blanket and let go of his hands.

"alright."

He had something to hide, so he didn't notice the girl's red ears.