Chapter 58 A Little Fierce

For several days, Ming Zhao devoted himself to the museum's exhibition design, shuttling back and forth between the display locations, lighting effects and other designs.

Chen Su always stated the case in a straightforward and calm manner, and did not deliberately show consideration for the girls. In his opinion, deliberately showing consideration for girls was actually a disrespect for their work ability, and he treated Ming Zhao in the same way.

But in the corridor, when he saw Ming Zhao's face turn slightly pale, he silently took out a White Rabbit milk candy from his pocket and handed it to her.

Ming Zhao took it politely and smiled at him, "Thank you."

When Chen Su handed over the candy, he had actually prepared himself for this spoiled young lady to despise and throw it away. Unexpectedly, she put it in her pocket and patted it cutely.

It was as if telling the candy that it had been properly placed.

When Chen Su saw her action, there was a hint of imperceptible concern in his eyes.

He asked, "I told you last time that if you're feeling seriously unwell, you need to calm down immediately. Have you talked to your family these past few days? It will make you feel much better."

Ming Zhao was a little stuck. Some images flashed through her mind and her expression became a little unnatural.

Kissing... counts as... chatting, right?

So she nodded reluctantly.

Chen Su thought of something, "Oh right, I asked about the case you asked me about before, and all I know is that the driver's seat was a man named Zhou."

Last name Zhou?

Ming Zhao felt an inexplicable tightness in his heart.

Both parents are dead...

It was hard for her not to think of something.

She was concerned about the possibility that what Chen Su said was not an accident, but Ming Nutu and Zhou Tingyun never mentioned it, and Ming Zhao didn't want to ask rashly.

So I am always a little absent-minded.

She was thinking about how to get more information from Chen Su, and she came home later and later, becoming more and more absent-minded.

In the evening, when Zhou Tingyun was tidying up her clothes, his hand touched the things in her pocket again.

Another White Rabbit candy.

His brows sank slightly.

This has been happening every day these days.

The wrapping paper of the toffee shone slightly under the light, and I wondered how many pieces it was.

He looked at it quietly for a while and put it back.

"Brother!" A crisp and delicate voice sounded in my ears.

Ming Zhao suddenly appeared in front of him, and with a gentle smile, he nodded to his lips, "Come and communicate."

She felt that this way of communication was simply very effective. Perhaps it was because Zhou Tingyun always had a reassuring and pleasant smell on him, which made people quickly forget those bloody and horrible things.

It’s not that she isn’t afraid, but she pretends to be afraid in front of outsiders, and then comes back to act coquettishly to Zhou Tingyun.

The man looked at her for a while with unclear emotions.

Then he put his arms around her waist and bent down to kiss her.

Ming Zhao's eyes widened slightly, feeling that he was obviously a little fierce today. He retreated step by step with a humming sound, and was staggered and pressed behind the door.

The door made a slight sound and he placed his hand on her back.

The rhythm slowed down slightly. Zhou Tingyun pecked the corner of her lips lightly, and his warm lips brushed across her eyelids, then slid to her earlobe, and from the side of her neck to her collarbone.

The knitted sweater Ming Zhao was wearing today was easily lifted up, so his large palms buried themselves in the hollow of her waist as their breaths entangled.

The lips move down, but the hands gradually move up.

There was a very light click.

The bra buckle was undone.

Ming Zhao subconsciously tried to cover it, but it was held and placed on the back of his neck.

"Hold on tight, darling." The man said in a low voice.

As the warm palm touched her, her waist trembled and softened, almost sitting on his knees pressed between her skirt.

The woody scent became extremely aggressive, enveloping her as she sank down.

The blush on Ming Zhao's face had not faded until he went downstairs to have dinner.

She refused to sit next to Zhou Tingyun, wanting to keep some distance between them, but she met his indifferent gaze.

Ming Zhao had no choice but to settle for the second best and choose the one opposite him.

When Mr. Zhou saw that the two were showing signs of becoming estranged, he was so happy that he even ate a few more bowls of rice.

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The next day, Ming Zhao, who had finished his work for the day, came out of the museum and saw a familiar figure waiting by the car.

She was a little surprised, but it was soon replaced by joy. Like a happy little bird, she couldn't wait to run a few steps towards the figure, and then threw herself into Zhou Tingyun's arms.

Zhou Tingyun stood there steadily, raised his hands to hold her waist, his movements were skillful and natural, revealing his doting.

At the same time, his eyes casually swept over the man following Ming Zhao.

He lowered his eyes to look at the girl, smiled faintly, and said in a gentle voice, "Would you like to introduce yourself?"

Ming Zhao was reminded by him and suddenly remembered this matter. He quickly turned around and spoke embarrassedly.

"This is Chen Su, Officer Chen."

Then, she smiled and took Zhou Tingyun's arm, her body slightly leaning towards him.

She introduced him to Chen Su, "This is my brother, Zhou Tingyun."

The intimacy in the tone was clear.

Chen Su kept frowning as he recalled the scene just now. The way the two of them got along was clearly more like a couple than a couple.

Although I had heard that this big shot in Beicheng doted on his sister to an outrageous degree, when I saw it today, I felt that it was even worse.

Wouldn't that be a bit too boundless?

Despite his doubts, he still calmly greeted Zhou Tingyun with a polite smile on his face: "Hello, Mr. Zhou, I have long heard of you."

Zhou Tingyun simply nodded casually, a look of aloofness in his eyes, and replied in a flat tone, "Hello."

As he spoke, he turned his gaze towards Ming Zhao, and his cold eyes immediately became gentle. "Let's go home and have dinner."

Seeing this, Chen Su suddenly couldn't help but speak, "Why don't I treat you two? Celia has worked hard for our museum these past few days."

Hearing this, Zhou Tingyun looked at him again.

Chen Su was feeling a little numb from the way he was looking at him, as if he were examining merchandise, when he heard the man speak slowly.

His voice was gentle, "Let me do it. I'll call everyone to come along. This is a way to thank you for taking care of Xiaoguai these past few days."

Chen Su couldn't help but frown at his address.

Are they a proper sibling?

It’s not that he doesn’t have a younger sister. When they fight, the pots and pans in the house clang and clatter. How could a brother call his younger sister “little cutie” so corny and not find it disgusting and cloying?