Chapter 68 Sloppy Ghost

In the strange atmosphere, several people's eyes slowly shifted to Zhou Tingyun.

Zhou Tingyun's eyebrows were calm, his expression unchanged, and he just glanced at Ming Zhao lightly.

The girl silently picked up the juice and drank it.

It seemed as if he didn't know how much of a blame he had put on him.

Although it’s not a black pot.

Zhou Tingyun has become accustomed to dealing with the many admirers around Mingzhao.

His sister has been very popular since kindergarten.

Not to mention junior high and high school, the age when boys and girls begin to feel their passion.

Every night when I was tutoring her, all kinds of love letters would fall out of her homework book.

He warned her not to fall in love too early, and then contacted the other party's parents to resolve the issues one by one.

This situation has gradually decreased.

The boy who came to ask for Zhou Tingyun's WeChat looked at him indifferently, and for some reason he swallowed and his expression became a little stiff.

Temperament is a very subtle thing.

Even when sitting relaxedly, there is a faint sense of oppression around the body.

He didn't dare to speak harshly to the man with stern features in front of him like he had just done to Lin Muqing.

After stammering an apology, he hurried away.

Next, I helped my sister wipe her butt.

Zhou Tingyun glanced at Mingzhao and calmly explained to her that this was the excuse for rejection they had agreed upon before.

Qin Yun praised Ming Zhao for being well-behaved and sensible, and sighed, "Unlike that cousin Tang Yue, who didn't study hard in high school and only cared about dating."

Ming Zhao bit the straw.

If Aunt Qin knew that she was in a relationship with Zhou Tingyun, she probably wouldn't say that.

Return to the sea view villa.

Ming Zhao, who was sweating all over, immediately rushed to take a shower.

She was used to being a hands-off boss and didn't take anything. Just like when she was in the Zhou family, she waited for Zhou Tingyun to hand it to her.

After turning off the shower, Ming Zhao habitually called Zhou Tingyun's name.

But I heard Ming Zheng's response.

"Baby, why are you calling me brother?"

Ming Zhao reacted and turned pale.

Help.

What's wrong with her? This is not the old house.

Just as she was racking her brains to think of an excuse, Zhou Tingyun arrived in time.

"Mom," he said naturally, "Zhao Zhao just heard me making a phone call outside and wanted me to go call you."

When Ming Zhao heard this, he quickly followed carefully and said, "Mommy, you're here. I...I forgot to take my clothes."

Hearing this, Ming Zheng said angrily, "You're so careless."

Ming Zhao breathed a sigh of relief.

After taking a shower and walking out of the bathroom, she found that the living room was unusually quiet, without a sound at all.

The setting sun on the distant horizon dyes the interior into a dark golden color, and the white walls reflect the light and shadow of the ice-blue waves under the glass floor.

The sliding door was opened and Zhou Tingyun walked in from the huge terrace outside.

Ming Zhao looked around the living room curiously, feeling a little strange.

"Where are Mommy and the others?"

Zhou Tingyun looked at her, and there seemed to be an elusive undercurrent in his eyes.

"I'm going to buy some food," he said. "I plan to cook dinner myself tonight."

Ming Zhao: "Just left?"

Zhou Tingyun looked at me with an ambiguous expression and spoke slowly.

"Just left."

…

As time passed, the setting sun gradually sank into the west.

The light gradually disappeared, swallowed by the ocean, and the whole world was shrouded in a quiet, gray twilight.

Only the waves occasionally hit the shore, splashing water.

Ming Zhao sat sideways on his lap, his forehead resting on his shoulder, his hands weakly grasping his forearm.

The muscle lines are obvious, and the slender white fingertips unconsciously scratched them, leaving shallow scratches.

Until the sound of a car parking was heard downstairs.

Zhou Tingyun slowly took his hand out.

After wiping it clean with the wipe, he kissed the girl's face.

She sighed as she straightened her clothes.

"Baby, why are you so disobedient?"

Ming Zhao's eyes were filled with moisture, his cheeks and mouth were red, and the root of his tongue was slightly numb.

Even though his waist was weak, he still refused to accept it and raised his voice, "How could I have that?"

The man's eyes were very calm.

Before he could say anything, at this moment, footsteps were gradually heard at the door.

It is particularly clear in a quiet environment.

Ming Zheng came back, opened the door, and saw two people in the living room.

One was lying on the sofa playing with his cell phone, and the other was talking on the phone with someone about business in front of the window.

It seems completely unrelated.