Chapter 78 Promise

At night, while Zhou Tingyun was in the bathroom, Ming Zhao got up from the bed quietly.

She checked every room carefully.

In the cloakroom, push aside the clothes one by one to see if there is any hidden socket.

He squatted down in the living room to check the bottom of the sofa, and even reached his hand into the gap between the sofas to feel around.

Later on, I began to doubt whether I had really confused dreams and reality.

She frowned slightly and walked downstairs while thinking about other places she rarely went to.

His eyes swept across the terrace, the wine cabinet, and the dining room.

……kitchen.

Her eyes lit up.

Open all the cabinets immediately and check them one by one.

Wall cabinets, floor cabinets...

Finally, in the storage cabinet at the end, the light of the signal jammer kept flashing, and the faint light seemed particularly dazzling in the dim environment.

Ming Zhao's eyes were fixed on the signal blocker, and his heartbeat suddenly accelerated.

After unplugging it, unlock your phone.

Soon, information flooded in like a tide.

In the news photo, the man's hands were handcuffed behind his back, and his black eyes looking directly into the camera were completely different from his previous elegant and gentle image. Instead, he looked a bit cold and gloomy.

Ming Zhao's pupils trembled slightly and his mind went blank.

The next second, my eardrums buzzed, like a cotton-wrapped drumstick hitting a cloth-covered drum, causing a vague and dull pain.

In her memory, the word "father" has always been a vague symbol, and the trace it left is so faint that it is almost negligible.

Sometimes he would say a few words to my mother on the phone.

Or a casual concern that doesn't come back once in several years.

Most of the impression I have of him is just that of "my mother's husband".

At least in the few times she saw him, she could feel that he cared and loved Ming Nutu.

But now she was suddenly told that her father was the source of all this.

even……

She stared at her phone for a long time, and the clock on the wall seemed to have broken parts and stopped moving.

Until footsteps were heard on the stairwell.

"Zhao Zhao?"

Ming Zhao came to his senses with a trembling hand, and immediately reinserted the shielding device and carefully closed the cabinet door, restoring it to its original state.

She walked out of the kitchen calmly.

The moment he saw the girl, Zhou Tingyun's mood calmed down and the darkness in his eyes instantly disappeared.

He walked up to her, bent over and picked her up.

"Why are you here?" He tilted his head and kissed her face, "Didn't you have enough dinner?"

Logically, it shouldn't be possible. He was the one who fed her dinner and even touched her belly lightly to confirm. He felt a slight bulge, which was just the right size.

Probably because he was greedy, he thought.

Ming Zhao pursed his lips and buried his face in his neck to hide his expression.

Faced with the shocks that came one after another these days, her mind was a little confused, bewildered and at a loss.

Her arms unconsciously tightened a little.

Just like when I was a child, whenever I encountered something I couldn’t solve, I would subconsciously seek comfort from Zhou Tingyun.

Zhou Tingyun touched her hair, "Baby?"

No words said.

He couldn't help but laugh, "It's easy to sleep if you have too much food at night. How about eating tomorrow?"

The low, coaxing voice carried a familiar gentleness and doting.

Ming Zhao felt a sudden pang of pain in his nose when he heard this.

She didn't want to be noticed, so she snorted softly as if to show off.

Zhou Tingyun put the person on the bed and held her in his arms.

Lower your head slightly and kiss her nose, cheeks, and lips.

These are Mingzhao's three rules. Ever since she criticized Zhou Tingyun for never taking the initiative, she has strongly demanded that he take the initiative to kiss her every day.

However, at this moment, she froze.

The impact just now was too great, and Ming Zhao only suddenly realized it now.

Zhou Tingyun has always known everything.

My heartbeat suddenly became extremely strong.

Her fingertips suddenly curled up and her palms gradually became wet.

The stiffer the body, the clearer the feeling of the tip of the tongue being bitten, and the hotter the fingertips pressing on the back of the neck feel.

The man seemed to notice her strangeness, and he parted his lips slightly and kissed her lips.

He whispered, "Tired?"

His voice was low and gentle, his brows as calm and his gaze as focused as ever.

Ming Zhao was so nervous that he could hardly breathe, his cheeks flushed red, and he swallowed.

“No, no.”

Does he even know what he is doing?

Ming Zhao even began to doubt whether the person in front of him was still Zhou Tingyun.

Or maybe everything I just saw on my phone was an illusion.

Otherwise, why would he still get along with her like this after knowing everything?

"Go to sleep." The man kissed the top of her head again and patted her back gently.

Every inch of their skin touching each other felt slightly hot. Ming Zhao quietly buried himself in the quilt, trying hard to suppress the heartbeat that was about to jump out of his chest.

The ubiquitous woody scent eroded and enveloped her like an invisible net, leaving her nowhere to escape.

Even though I covered my mouth and nose, the air still seeped in through my fingers.

…

The next day, the sun rose as usual, illuminating the vast sea with sparkling water.

Ming Zhao stood in front of the mirror, looking at the dark circles under his eyes, and brushed his teeth mechanically.

So what did he mean when he said one month?

Pretend you know nothing and date her for a month, then break up with her and never talk to her again?

How could she be so unlucky.

It was so hard to succeed in the beginning, but what about now?

All previous efforts were wasted.

But Ming Zhao knew that this was the biggest concession Zhou Tingyun had made, enough to cross the bottom line.

No matter how self-centered she is, she can't continue to be so willful.

Zhou Tingyun raised his hand and pressed the slight blue mark under her eyes.

"Did you steal last night?"

Ming Zhao looked at him thoughtfully for a while, his eyes curved.

"After we break up, will you be with someone else?"

Zhou Tingyun's eyes narrowed slightly, and he said calmly, "No."

"I don't think you gave this answer before," Ming Zhao snorted, sarcastically, "I don't know who said, 'We won't break up~'"

"Zhao Zhao."

The man held her soft white cheek with his palm, looking at her, his voice warm and mellow.

"Whether we break up or not, I will always be by your side."

He made his promise solemnly.