Chapter 39 Classic Lines

Zhou Tingyun has never lost a project worth tens of billions of dollars, but he has failed to win against Ming Zhao many times.

He told her to apply the medicine properly and sat down lazily.

"Apply it." The eldest lady gave the order.

Zhou Tingyun glanced at her and continued to serve her without changing his expression.

However, there are unexpected changes in the weather.

Ming Zhao didn't expect that the bath towel, which had been supporting for a long time, had reached its limit.

After applying the medicine, the moment she stood up, she felt her chest suddenly relax, and her eyes suddenly turned panicky -

The next second, he was pressed tightly into his arms.

The man stood in front of her, pressing the towel on her back with his big hand.

The bath towel was shaky and looked like it would slip off at any moment.

It was almost... Ming Zhao didn't dare to move.

His dark eyes were deep as he only looked at her furry head. He held the bath towel with one hand and put the other hand under her arm.

"Raise your hand."

...Ming Zhao raised his head timidly and tremblingly.

Zhou Tingyun picked up the loose corner, wrapped it tightly again, and stuffed it in.

It's as if I can't feel the soft touch of melted butter on my fingertips.

Only let go of the person after making sure he won't fall again.

His calm gaze fell on her flushed cheeks and panicked eyes.

"Are you scared now?" His voice was cold.

It was obvious that she was so panicked that even if she was angry, she couldn't say anything harsh. She just said, "Will you dare to do this again next time?"

Ming Zhao pursed his lips tightly and said nothing, his ears feeling so hot that they were about to burn.

She's not afraid, okay?

She just...

Forget about wearing those matching underwear sets.

Woo woo.

Then this matter was ridiculed by Lin Zhiwei.

[Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha why did you spend so much time on this, only to end up with a children's style with different colors on the top and bottom?]

Ming Zhao lay in the quilt, feeling completely dead.

Lin Zhiwei comforted her: [It's okay, at least I pressed it down. It's better than seeing your childish color matching.]

Ming Zhao: Thank you.

Just as she was hiding her shame in her pillow, she suddenly received——

[However, you don't need to deliberately pursue what you think are mature women. People who like you will like you no matter what you look like.]

Ming Zhao was shocked and moved: [Baby t^t]

Lin Zhiwei: [Maybe he likes a three-year-old fool like you]

?

It’s too early to be moved.

For several days afterwards, Mingzhao wore pajamas obediently.

Zhou Tingyun saw it and wanted to laugh.

But knowing that this would only make her angry and embarrassed, he cooperated and pretended nothing had happened.

*

On Saturday, there will be a dance drama performance at the North City Grand Theater.

The car stopped at the theater.

With only a few hours left before the performance, Zhou Tingyun rearranged and compressed his work, deliberately clearing out an afternoon and evening to accompany Mingzhao shopping.

Ming Zhao tried on the jewelry and the salesperson next to him praised it highly, which increased the emotional value.

Although the salesperson was enthusiastic and dedicated, she had never been so enthusiastic in an exaggerated way. The main reason was that she saw that the person sitting on the sofa waiting was Zhou Tingyun, who often appeared in major financial reports.

The man had an outstanding aura, a handsome face, his long legs casually crossed, he was calm and elegant, and she couldn't even guess the price of the watch on his wrist.

Taking the tea handed to him by another clerk, he nodded slightly and thanked him politely.

Four years is enough time for North City to undergo renewal and iteration.

So when Zhou Tingyun went to swipe the card, the salesperson excitedly complimented Ming Zhao with a smile on his face. His lines were quite classic.

"Mr. Zhou is so nice to you. I've never heard of him personally accompanying anyone shopping. You are the first woman he has brought with him."

Zhou Tingyun, who hadn't walked far, heard: "..."

Ming Zhao: "...?"

She suppressed her laughter and expressed her gratitude.

Then, in a very consistent manner with her character, she walked towards the man in high heels and took his arm intimately.

She blinked her eyes, "Tingyun, is what she said true?"

She looked like she was acting like a spoiled child to her boyfriend.

“…”

The man saw the cunning in her eyes and nodded in cooperation.

"Pfft..." Ming Zhao couldn't help it, and laughed muffledly with his forehead resting on his arm.

In the eyes of the salesperson behind him, it was "Mr. Zhou generously confessed his love, and his girlfriend was moved to hug him."

I got it again!

After dinner, the ballet was ready to begin.

Maybe it is related to love, as the visitors are all couples, either holding hands or hugging each other intimately.

Ming Zhao took his hand and slid it down secretly, then put it into his palm.

Seeing the man turn his eyes to look at her, he moved closer, raised his face, and said softly, "Your hands are cold."

Zhou Tingyun didn't say anything, but just held her slightly cold fingertips.

We entered the venue and took our seats. As night fell, the stage lights came on.

This is a story about a dynasty in troubled times.

During the struggle for imperial power, the third prince, born to a palace maid, was of low status and lived in the cold palace. He was bullied by everyone and was often covered in bruises.

In those dark days, only the imperial sister who was loved by everyone gave him a little warmth, brought him food and bandaged him.

He kept this little bit of happiness and sometimes thought it would be nice to live like this for the rest of his life.

Until foreign enemies invaded frequently.

He saw through the corrupt core of the dynasty, and for the sake of the common people and his imperial sister who had never suffered in the deep palace, he began to gather his strength and show his edge.

But time waits for no one.

The foreign enemies are strong, the mountains and rivers are broken, and the world is in turmoil.

The news of the princess's marriage reached the battlefield.

It would take at least half a month for the news to reach the border from the capital, and it was already too late to save the situation.

At this moment, the passionate drum beats sounded and the tragic music brought the atmosphere to a climax.

Finally, slowly calm down.

The lights that had been extinguished gradually came on.

At the end of the story, the third prince died on the battlefield while defending the city gate, and the princess who was on a mission successfully assassinated the leader and was eventually executed.

The dynasty finally ushered in a century of peace.

When the actors were taking their bows, Zhou Tingyun heard a slight sniffing sound.

He glanced sideways and saw Ming Zhao's eyes were red, like a rabbit.

Raising his hand to gently support her face, Zhou Tingyun used a tissue to wipe her tears.

Ming Zhao looked at his indifferent expression and wrinkled his nose.

"Zhou Tingyun, don't you find it touching at all?"

"It's very touching," he said, "especially the princess, who is so smart and brave."

"Hmm?" Ming Zhao's nose also turned red. "What about the third prince?"

After fixing her hair, Zhou Tingyun said, "It's a pity that he indulged in momentary happiness and ended up like this."

Ming Zhao was puzzled, "Why do you say that?"

The buttons of her coat were undone due to the hot and stuffy heating in the venue. Zhou Tingyun buttoned them up for her, put her scarf back on, and explained.

"The Third Prince was born into a royal family and has long experienced the fickleness of human nature. He should have known that if the princess enjoyed the offerings, she would be destined to marry into a foreign alliance."

"If he had pulled himself together earlier, built up his own power, and ascended the throne before then, the outcome might have been different."