Chapter 48 Brother or Lover

Lin Muqing, who was watching from the side, did not think there was anything wrong with their behavior.

Although it was only three months, Zhou Tingyun's extraordinary possessiveness and protectiveness towards Ming Zhao had already penetrated into his heart.

So when I saw his indifferent reaction during dinner at Zhou's house, I felt puzzled.

It's much more normal now.

Seeing Ming Zhao acting awkwardly before, I vaguely guessed that the two of them might have had a fight, so I wanted to ask her out to play and comfort her. Now that they have reconciled, I feel relaxed.

He liked Mingzhao, his neighbor's sister, very much and had always envied Zhou Tingyun. He often regretted leaving without saying goodbye.

If he hadn't left, would he have been able to watch Mingzhao grow up and become so close to her?

So after knowing that Zhou Tingyun was not her biological brother, Lin Muqing inexplicably felt a secret joy in her heart that they were finally equal in status.

He gently raised his hand, patted Mingzhao's down jacket gently, and carefully removed the fallen leaves on it.

The next second, she inadvertently met the man's cold gaze.

Lin Muqing was slightly stunned, then smiled at him naturally and friendly.

In front of the tent next to them, Lin Zhiwei and Zhou Siyu were also making wishes.

"I hope that old immortal and his illegitimate child die soon."

Zhou Siyu opened her closed eyes in shock, thinking that she had seen a ghost and how could she have accidentally spoken out her true feelings. Only then did she realize that it was Lin Zhiwei who was making a wish in the form of an ID card.

“…”

In the eerie silence, the two looked at each other for a moment.

They both saw sympathy in each other's eyes.

Lin Zhiwei slammed the table and stood up, "I'm telling you how to deal with that little bastard..."

She wholeheartedly taught Zhou Siyu how to effectively deal with illegitimate children.

When Ming Zhao entered the tent, Zhou Siyu was praising her heroic deeds against Xiao Shaoxun to Lin Zhiwei, her words full of admiration.

Such straightforward compliments touched her heart. She moved between the two of them, covered her face with her hands, and her eyes curved. "Oh, why are you praising me secretly behind my back? I'll be embarrassed."

Seeing this, Lin Zhiwei rolled her eyes without any hesitation, "Why are you here? Why don't you take the opportunity to sleep with your brother?"

Ming Zhao opened his eyes wide and pretended to squeeze her, "Lin Zhiwei, could you please be more reserved with your words?"

"Isn't this subtle?" Lin Zhiwei was surprised. "I didn't ask you to do it with him right now."

"Lin Zhiwei!" Ming Zhao turned over to Lin Zhiwei with a red face and pinched her face viciously. The other party laughed so hard that her shoulders shook.

Watching the two of them playing, Zhou Siyu felt inexplicably envious.

Ming Zhao and Lin Zhiwei both have things that she longs for.

It is bold and bright, like a peony in full bloom.

Unlike her, she is always timid in doing anything, like a mushroom growing in a dark corner, and does something annoying from time to time.

Pursing her lips, she whispered, "Actually, you can sneak over later and tell them that I was snoring and it kept you awake."

Both of them looked at her.

Zhou Siyu was a little at a loss, "What, what happened?"

Lin Zhiwei agreed a hundred thousand times, "You have something, I think it's feasible."

"Get rid of this squeamish person who's taking up space. Let's sleep together."

Zhou Siyu: “…Ah?”

Ming Zhao: "?"

…

The night was like spilled thick ink, and the heavy clouds blocked the moonlight, preventing even a thin layer of silver light from leaking through.

The biting cold wind blew, giving her goose bumps.

Ming Zhao, who was "driven out", shrank his neck, took out the mobile phone from his pocket with great effort, turned on the flashlight, looked around, and found Zhou Tingyun's tent.

She walked with light steps and caution. Her shoes stepped on the dead yellow leaves, making a crunching sound that was particularly clear in the quiet night.

He quietly approached the tent with the lights turned off, squatted down like a thief, and peeked in like a hamster.

While thinking about how to find an excuse, I prepared to secretly unzip my pants.

Just as my hand grasped the small piece of metal, my collar suddenly tightened.

Ming Zhao's eyes suddenly widened, and just as a scream was about to burst out of his throat, most of his face was covered tightly and he was lifted up like a doll.

“Hmm…”

He instinctively struggled desperately, his heart and eyes filled with panic, and all the murder cases he had seen suddenly flooded into his mind.

Just then, a familiar scent blew in the night wind, the scent of cedar mixed with agarwood.

Ming Zhao was almost scared to death, and his heart, which was about to jump out of his throat, instantly fell back to earth.

She had just breathed a sigh of relief, and before she could fully recover, her body suddenly felt lighter, and she was picked up by strong arms around the waist and carried towards the tent next to her.

Only after they entered did the hand covering her mouth finally loosen. Ming Zhao was put down with her body limp, left alone in a state of shock.

Her heart was still beating violently in her chest. When she saw the man reach out and carefully comb her messy hair, she came back to her senses.

He lowered his voice and asked softly, "What are you doing? Why are you walking without making any sound?"

She thought she was going to die in the mountains!

"I should ask you this question first," Zhou Tingyun said lightly.

His tone was calm, yet with a subtle sense of oppression. "It's so late, why are you looking for Lin Muqing?"

?What

Who is looking for Lin Muqing?

Ming Zhao was stunned at first, then something flashed through his mind and he suddenly reacted.

It turns out that was Lin Muqing's tent...

She was about to explain, but when she looked up, she met the man's extremely cold gaze, which was filled with unfathomable emotions.

He blinked slowly, and the words on the tip of his tongue took a detour.

"I can't sleep, go find... find him to talk."

Zhou Tingyun stared at her with deep eyes, as if he wanted to see through her. His voice was slightly cold, like frost wrapped in the autumn wind, "You and him have so much to talk about?"

"We haven't seen each other for so many years." Ming Zhao said this, his eyes flickering, and he wanted to make trouble again.

With her lips curved into dimples in a smile, she hugged his neck affectionately and said, "Of course, the one I love most is definitely you, brother."

When she acts cute, her voice is coquettish and sweet, like melted honey.

Zhou Tingyun's face showed no emotion, but his hands were around her slender waist. With a little force, he easily held her in his arms, his movements natural.

Her light and soft body exuded a faint fragrance, and he watched her performance nonchalantly.

Whenever Lin Muqing was not around, she would stick to him.

Did she regard him as a brother, a shameful lover, or a toy to entertain herself when she was bored?

Ming Zhao suddenly bumped his head against his shoulder and said angrily, "Zhou Tingyun, why don't you show any appreciation at all?"

If something goes wrong, even your name will be used.

"I need to express something." He said calmly.

Ming Zhao stared at him silently.

Zhou Tingyun cooperated: "Well, thank you my sister for loving me the most, I am very honored."

Ming Zhao: "?"