Chapter 44 Taking Advantage of Someone's Misfortune

Ming Zhao was ready to throw a tantrum, cry, make a fuss, and even threaten to hang himself.

This is her usual way of dealing with Zhou Tingyun.

So when Zhou Tingyun said, "You are drunk," it was as if a switch was turned on and water vapor automatically filled the air.

It seems like he has suffered a great injustice.

Leng said, "Then I'll go find Brother Mu Qing. I don't want you anymore."

As she said this, she was about to get off him angrily.

Zhou Tingyun held her knees, "Ming Zhao."

He is eight years older than her and is no longer the impulsive young man of sixteen. He should be tolerant of her and understand her careless words.

Even though he thought so in his heart, his eyes still darkened.

He is not a saint with pure six senses.

The extraordinary possessiveness of her and the inextinguishable jealousy surged at this moment and could not be calmed down, completely devouring his reason.

Everything had changed since the night she turned eighteen.

Seeing her turn her head away, she was still struggling.

Zhou Tingyun restrained the person and lifted her face slightly.

The movements were gentle but with a hint of irresistibility.

The girl had a stern face and was staring at him stubbornly. She was obviously very angry. Her beautiful eyes were filled with tears, which were shaking slightly in her eye sockets, as if they were about to roll down.

He sighed.

She wouldn't remember it anyway.

Zhou Tingyun thought so and lowered his head helplessly.

Shallow and precious, like the breeze blowing across the lake.

It touches the corner of the lips and leaves immediately.

Ming Zhao's pupils dilated, and even after he had stepped back, his eyes were still dazed.

Kiss...kiss?

Really kissed?

So simple?

It turns out that all it takes to stimulate him is Lin Muqing.

Ming Zhao felt a little dizzy. She admitted that she was vulgar, but the fact that Master Zhou, who was so high and mighty in everyone's eyes, kept backing off for her was really...

Ming Zhao was easily coaxed into submission. He watched him raise his hand to wipe his tears, then tentatively moved closer and pecked him on the lips.

The man did not hide, nor did he respond. He just lowered his eyes and looked at her calmly, as if he was responding to a child's play.

Seeing this, she blinked slowly, straightened up and moved closer again, neither too close nor too far, the fragrance lingering.

The moist eyes were slightly curved, and they brushed across the eyebrows, nose, and lips as if they were kissing...

Then his cheeks were grabbed and he was kept at a distance.

"Where did you learn that?" he asked.

"I learned it from you." Ming Zhao's face dimpled.

The man stared at her, his eyes darkening slightly.

Meeting his gaze, she took his hand, tilted her head back and kissed it.

Ming Zhao has rich theoretical knowledge, but his practical ability is not worth mentioning.

But the advantage lies in hard work and studious nature.

She stared into Zhou Tingyun's eyes, stuck out her tongue, licked it tentatively, bit his lower lip lightly, and sucked it again.

Seeing that the man never responded, his lowered eyes were calm and seemed to have no fluctuations.

Ming Zhao didn't dare to be too presumptuous and was about to separate, but Zhou Tingyun grabbed the back of her head and pushed her back.

It breaks in a moment.

Outside the car window, the light and shadow of neon lights flowed like water, leaving long trails, golden and light blue, like falling meteors.

Inside the car window, the sound of water was subtle and restrained, and there was a dark fire burning crackling.

The delicate and beautiful girl sat on the man's lap, forced to raise her head, revealing her fragile and slender neck.

Moist, stuffy, and sticky.

Reason told him to stop.

But he still robbed her of all her breath.

While kissing her deeply, he slowly stroked the back of her neck with his fingertips, and then moved to her earlobe, kneading it gently.

The double stimulation made Ming Zhao's hands and feet weak, and he almost melted in Zhou Tingyun's arms. He then held him in a different position, and sat astride him, with his whole body firmly under his control.

The car had already driven into the old house and stopped, but their lips and tongues were still entangled.

I don’t know how long they kissed until I heard the driver close the door and leave. Then he slowly stopped and became delicate and gentle.

He let the person go, looked at the girl's misty eyes, and gently stroked her rosy and slightly swollen lips with his fingertips.

He tidied up her messy hair and carried her out of the car.

Ming Zhao felt a little dazed after being kissed, and rested his chin on his shoulder, still trying to recover.

She pursed her lips, as if she could still feel the tingling sensation, and her ears turned red.

How come he's so good at kissing?

When I walked into the living room, coincidentally, I bumped into Mr. Zhou who was still awake.

He looked angry, "What are you doing?"

"Zhao Zhao is drunk." The man remained calm and said in a steady voice, "I'll take her back to her room."

Mr. Zhou relaxed his expression for a moment, then glared at him again, "Is this how you act like a brother? Letting her drink outside?!"

Zhou Tingyun did not refute, but only said: "I will discipline her well."

Ming Zhao: "..."

She pretended to be unconscious and couldn't hear.

Mr. Zhou felt that something was wrong with him, but he couldn't put his finger on it.

The expression on his face was unclear.

He watched him send Ming Zhao to the room on the second floor, and then watched him leave, then the old man turned around.

Zhou Tingyun returned to the room, remained calm for a while, then raised his fingertips and wiped the corner of his lips.

The soft touch seems to still remain, and the sweet scent lingers.

Why didn't you push her away? Was it really just to coax her and stop her from crying?

Zhou Tingyun knew very well that he was using blackouts to excuse his indulgence, but the pleasure of the blood flowing backwards could not be contained.

The cold water flows down.

An hour later.

He just walked out of the bathroom with a chill, and saw that the quilt on the bed was bulging.

He paused slightly.

He sat down on the edge of the bed, reached in, and tried to pull the person out.

“Surprise!”

Ming Zhao suddenly appeared and gave him a big, bright smile.

She frowned again.

"Why are you taking so long to wash?"

She was wearing a milky white long-sleeved pajamas. Her previous behavior had gone too far. Now she was trying to lower Zhou Tingyun's vigilance.

Sure enough, the man just pinched her face and asked, "Are you still not sleeping?"

Ming Zhao took out a tablet, which displayed a new version of a puzzle room game.

Her architectural resume saw its biggest breakthrough during those years abroad. Since she couldn't sleep anyway, she just had to endure it.

Now I just want to rest.

Ming Nutu asked her to take over the group's business at the age of 35, so she had to be a rich woman who took care of flowers and grass and lay down for the remaining 14 years.

Occasionally do projects that interest you.

Zhou Tingyun was flipping through documents, and Ming Zhao used him as a pillow, sitting in his arms and playing games.

He had no objection.

On the one hand, the drunk Ming Zhao would not make any noise if he just went along with it, on the other hand.

We've already kissed.

There's no need to make a fuss again.

But Ming Zhao is certainly not a person who is content with his lot.

While playing, she suddenly raised her face and kissed him on the chin.

Zhou Tingyun paused slightly and looked down at her.

She moved up and kissed the corner of his lips, looking at him with a smile.

According to the broken windows theory, once the first act of breaking the rules or crossing the boundaries is not stopped, it is likely to lead to more similar behaviors in the future.

So Zhou Tingyun pinched her chin, lowered his head and gave her a long kiss.

I completely forgot what I had just thought about and felt insatiable.

After the kiss, Ming Zhao continued to play games.

Not long after, she looked up again and stuck to it.

The back of his head was quickly grabbed, and a subtle and ambiguous sound was heard in the room.

After several rounds of this, Zhou Tingyun simply closed the document and put it aside.

So the intervals became shorter and shorter, and the entanglement of lips and tongues became longer and longer.

Even though he knew that this was taking advantage of someone's misfortune, he was unable to stop his own falling speed.

Ming Zhao was finally carried back to his bed in his room while being kissed by him. When he stood up to leave, she put her arms around his neck again.

The man's dark and turbulent eyes met hers for a moment, then he lowered his head and kissed her again.