Chapter 29 Angry Birds Fat Pufferfish

Zhou Tingyun immediately put out his cigar and turned on the fresh air system.

"Why did you come here suddenly?"

"When did you start smoking?"

Meanwhile, Ming Zhao questioned.

Although the action was nice to look at, she still didn't like him becoming like this.

The man was silent for a moment, but before he could speak, the young lady gave him a serious order.

"You quit now." She looked at him angrily.

Where did the angry birds, fat pufferfish, and angry pigs come from?

After a pause, he couldn't help but chuckle, "Okay."

The girl immediately stretched out her hand and spread out her soft palm.

She said fiercely, "What about the rest? Hand it over now and quickly."

Zhou Tingyun opened the drawer and put all the boxes in her hands.

"Is that all right, little teacher?"

Ming Zhao felt a burn on the tip of his ear from this name and coughed lightly.

"That's more like it, Mr. Zhou."

"Don't buy it secretly, I will check your spending records."

"It's so strict, what if I ask my secretary to buy it for me?"

"Zhou Tingyun!"

The man stroked his hair expertly, "It's just an assumption."

Ming Zhao didn't believe it: "What if I find out you're lying to me?"

"you say."

"Then I'll go to the bar and drink."

Meeting his indifferent gaze, Ming Zhao was timid but forced herself to stand up, "Zhou Tingyun, you can't be so hypocritical."

The man just said, "It's okay if you feel itchy, but it's best if I don't find out."

Threats, naked threats.

Ming Zhao was furious.

The light brown Mary Jane stepped viciously on his shiny leather shoes.

"If you're tired, sit down and rest for a while." Zhou Tingyun raised his hand to adjust her scarf and smooth her slightly messy hair.

Ming Zhao's lips were tightened into a straight line as he stared at him.

He patted her clothes and said, "You didn't believe me first, but you got angry yourself."

"I don't want to bring up old issues with you," Ming Zhao said unhappily. "You should rest for a while because you have a meeting later."

She felt like she was a caring and sweet little cotton-padded jacket, caring about him even when she was angry.

However.

"You can dig up the past," he said. "I'll listen."

? Then she won’t be polite.

"Auntie Lin said, you held me when I was little and refused to let go. She asked you to let go, but you said you could hold your sister forever."

Ming Zhao deliberately changed the subject, "Obviously you didn't do it, so your promise needs to be examined."

Zhou Tingyun remained calm, "Promises must be based on actual circumstances. Do you think I'll have to hold you for dinner after half my body is buried in the ground?"

Ming Zhao didn't like what he said, and his face wrinkled up. "You're not even thirty yet!"

"It will be soon." He said calmly.

There was no need for him to follow the rules and be polite. He pushed him back in the chair and Mingzhao sat on his lap.

"Then hug me for a while longer."

Zhou Tingyun: “?”

The girl held him tightly with her arms, her body sending out the signal that she would never go down.

It pressed softly against his thigh, forming a slightly flexible arc, and rubbed restlessly upwards.

He was helpless, "If you want to sit down, sit down and don't move around."

Ming Zhao nestled in his arms contentedly, finding a comfortable position.

"Okay, you can still sleep for 15 minutes from now. You're lucky to have such a cute and beautiful pillow like me."

Then she grabbed his hand and placed it on her waist, "Close your eyes quickly."

Ming Zhao completed a series of operations smoothly, his fingertips clenched nervously, and his long hair covered the tips of his red ears.

But in Zhou Tingyun's eyes, his sister is always the clingy girl who depends on him.

She was too afraid of separation, so she always looked for the same sense of security and intimacy she had as a child in herself.

Zhou Tingyun has always understood her behavior in this way.

but……

The man lowered his eyes and noticed the corner of her lips, not knowing whether to remind her.

Girls of this age have their own fashion sense, and he's not sure if putting on lipstick counts as one.

"Hmm? Where?" The girl raised her hand to wipe it, but she didn't find the right spot, and a little red came out instead.

Zhou Tingyun grabbed her wrist to stop her from drawing on her face.

"Where's your mirror?"

"I forgot to bring it," she leaned closer, "please help me get it."

Fine hairs can be seen on the fair and delicate cheeks, the tea-brown pupils are crystal clear, and the long eyelashes are curled.

The lipstick blurs at the border of the plump lips and spreads out.

It feels like I just got kissed hard.

"Hurry up, hurry up." she urged.

The shallow and moist breath is the light raindrops outside the window.

Zhou Tingyun pulled out a wet wipe and carefully wiped his fingers clean.

Then he raised his hands and pinched her cheeks.

Rub the light pink with your fingertips slightly, and wipe it clean bit by bit along the lip line.

Ming Zhao thought he would use wet wipes to wipe her, but he didn't expect to get such a big reward.

Her eyes were bright and clear, and she blinked, "Do you think this color looks good?"

The man's fingertips rubbed for a moment, intentionally or unintentionally, and then released it.

"nice."