Chapter 19 Why is it so fragrant?

Zhou Tingyun let go of his hand, and Mingzhao sat up in a panic.

After the video was connected, what came into view was an unfamiliar background on the screen. Ming Nutu asked curiously, "Baby, aren't you home?"

"It's raining so hard, Mommy," Ming Zhao explained, "I'll stay at my brother's house for the night."

Ming Nutu then remembered that today seemed to be Mr. Zhou’s birthday party.

"What about my brother?"

When he was mentioned, the girl snorted softly, "Next to him."

Then he casually pointed the camera at Zhou Tingyun. His action was quite perfunctory, and his dissatisfaction was clearly visible through the screen.

Ming Nutu laughed and said, "What's the matter, honey? Have you been criticized?"

"Did you make your brother angry again?"

?

How did she offend him?

"Mommy! It's obviously him—"

She stopped talking here and looked at Zhou Tingyun angrily, her delicate eyebrows wrinkled.

This person actually has no intention of stopping her at all?

Not only did Zhou Tingyun not stop her, but he calmly waited for her to complain.

Ming Zhao gritted his teeth.

"...He hit me." The girl's sweet and soft voice sounded aggrieved.

Ming Nutu was used to their fights, and besides, Ming Zhao was the one who bullied his brother and hid behind others when he did something wrong.

But Ming Nutu still cooperated very well and asked seriously.

"What? Brother actually dared to hit our baby? Where did he hit us? Let mommy see."

After the words were spoken, there was an eerie silence for a moment.

“…”

Ming Zheng looked at her daughter's suddenly red face and her son's silent expression that flashed across the screen, and was confused for a moment.

Ming Zhao had already cursed Zhou Tingyun fiercely in his heart. He was so angry that he reached out to pinch him secretly, but was grabbed by the wrist.

Tried hard to pull it back, but failed.

She kicked him again, stepped on his calves, and made a mess of him.

The joints of her slender white ankles were a faint pink, and her movements were like tickling, without much strength.

The man looked away and changed the subject calmly, "Mom, how's the Xiangzhou project going lately?"

When talking about work, Ming Zheng quickly forgot about this little episode and cursed Zhou Tingyun's second uncle without any hesitation, saying that the good-for-nothing dared to send a commercial spy to fish in troubled waters.

At the same time, she also remembered the purpose of this call.

It was nothing more than being busy with work, but she coaxed Mingzhao softly and promised that she would go home for the New Year this year.

Ming Zhao reacted indifferently to Ming Nu Tu's promise that failed eight out of ten times, and did not take it too seriously.

In fact, the New Year atmosphere abroad is more fulfilling for her. Most international students miss home very much and always get together to celebrate.

We woke up early to buy lanterns and red envelopes, then stuffed coins into dumplings while making them, taking turns showing off our cooking skills. In the evening, we watched the Spring Festival Gala while joking about it, then went to the rooftop to set off fireworks. It was the most lively Spring Festival of the past four years.

In short, it won’t be more deserted than in the country.

After the video was disconnected, Zhou Tingyun grabbed her calf which was stretched out from under the quilt to kick someone and stuffed it back in.

Wrap the person tightly, hold him up and blow his hair.

Ming Zhao didn't want to cooperate, but being wrapped up like a large spring roll made it difficult for him to move, which was very strenuous.

The hot wind was blowing, and her little face looked like a piece of ice.

If you poke it, ice chips will probably fall off.

When it was half dry, the sound stopped.

Zhou Tingyun has already calmed down and reflected on his own behavior.

Even if he was angry, he shouldn't have hit her. Although he controlled his strength, she was not a child after all. How could he teach her a lesson in this way?

She's always too impulsive in her affairs.

The moment Ming Zhao heard the man apologize to him, he immediately straightened his back.

"Zhou Tingyun, do you know that what you are doing is really too much? Don't I have any dignity?"

She spoke toughly, "It's obviously your fault. You're asking so much for just a blow-drying job."

"Well, I went too far." He admitted his mistake and, knowing that she was no longer angry, he gently combed her hair.

Fine hair is difficult to manage and requires careful care.

The spring roll swayed like a tumbler and bumped into him.

"You're annoying. Don't think you can get away with just a few nice words."

"Then what should I do?" Zhou Tingyun asked.

"Don't worry, I have my own pace," she shook her head, "Let me think about how to enslave you in the future."

"Slavery is a very accurate word," Zhou Tingyun agreed. "It sums up the past 18 years of my life, and it will also sum up the next few decades of my life."

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Ming Zhao was stunned for a moment, and it took him a long time to react.

"Zhou Tingyun, are you implying something about me?"

"I dare not." His voice was steady.

Ming Zhao looked at him angrily and immediately announced the punishment, "Your room is nice, but it's mine now. I'm going to sleep here, and you can sleep in the guest room."

After saying that, she fell on the bed without caring whether he agreed or not.

He looked determined not to move.

The master bedroom is naturally better than the guest room, and Zhou Tingyun had originally planned to let her sleep here.

He patted the spring rolls with thin skin and rich fillings and reminded them.

"Take off your shirt, don't let it rub you."

Otherwise the Princess and the Pea wouldn't be able to sleep well all night.

As soon as he finished speaking, Chunjuan on the bed rustled and fluttered, and after a moment, a thin white arm stretched out.

The slightly pink and round fingertips pulled out the black shirt and threw it at Zhou Tingyun.

This is actually a very normal thing.

But perhaps it was because she had worn the clothes for too long, or perhaps because they were wrapped in a quilt, they were stained with her scent.

It really is...

It smells so good.

At that moment, Zhou Tingyun felt a sharp pain in his temples.

Why does it smell so good?

It is said that if a person does not wear perfume, but you can still smell her body odor, it proves that genes have made the choice.

He once thought that this choice was a fate given by God, allowing him to have the only relative he cared about most in the world.

My sister's fragrance is the soft and lovely scent of milk, the warm winter sun, the dew in the morning mist, the breeze blowing through the trees, it is vivid and joyful.

But I don't know when it turned into a lingering, sweet and bewitching fragrance that makes people's hearts tremble.

It tastes like mashed lychee flesh, making your mouth water.

If it's between the lips and tongue...I can't think about it anymore.

But the mind can't help but slide to where it shouldn't go -

What if I went a little deeper? Would it be richer, wetter, sweeter like honey?

Zhou Tingyun's eyebrows were slightly cold. He restrained his obscene and divergent thoughts and stood up to leave.

"Don't play with your phone too late." He still said.

His voice was slightly hoarse.