Chapter 8 What should I call you, little bastard?

After hearing that someone was coming from the headquarters, Manager Chen looked pale and wanted to die.

The store manager's furious voice came from the headset.

"Idiot! Do you know that you alone have implicated our entire store?"

And the Miss Zhou in front of him was still speaking softly, seemingly showing off unintentionally.

"Actually, I didn't want to come here. Spending over a million yuan on a bag...it feels really unnecessary and wasteful."

"But my brother always thinks I don't spend enough money, there's really nothing I can do."

Manager Chen was a little upset.

I just feel that if she hadn't always been his brother, would he have offended Miss Ming?

The store manager gnashed his teeth over the headset: "Mr. Zhou said that we must return what the young lady wants. Do you understand?"

"Brother..."

"Ms. Zhou." Manager Chen interrupted her with a look of despair.

"I'm so sorry, Mr. Zhou just contacted us personally. The bag you have in your hand is for Miss Ming."

He recited the lines without emotion like an AI.

Zhou Siyu was stunned. After a moment's reaction, her face turned pale and then blue. "What did you say?"

Hasn’t Mingzhao been abroad all the time? How could my cousin be... ?

Shang Man suddenly sat up, her eyes filled with surprise, "Miss Ming? Ming Zhao? She's back?"

"Where is she now, in the store too?"

Manager Chen was now very cautious and only repeated Zhou Tingyun's request.

Zhou Siyu curled her fingertips and maintained a very forced smile.

"Manager Chen, you must be mistaken. It's just a bag. Brother Tingyun shouldn't be that serious."

In fact, Manager Chen didn’t quite understand it either.

Just change to a more expensive model to appease that person. After all, he is a family member. Is there any need to make the situation so ugly?

"How about you contact Mr. Zhou yourself?"

Zhou Siyu's expression froze for a moment.

She and Zhou Tingyun had never even spoken to each other, but she had used his name to provide many conveniences. How could she possibly contact him?

But once a person pretends for too long, she will fall into unrealistic fantasies. She indulges in the benefits of being a sister and unconsciously expects that since he has never cared about her, does it mean that he also recognizes this identity?

I didn't expect it to be like this, without any mercy at all.

What does the young lady want? Zhou Siyu pinched her palm. It was just a bag, but she had to take it back for her.

*

When Ming Zhao was about to leave, a senior leader from the Chinese District Headquarters hurried in, followed by a large group of people.

From the store manager, deputy store manager, to all the employees, they lined up to bow and apologize to her in fear and trepidation.

The leader's face looked extremely ugly. If Zhou Tingyun had not intervened, the headquarters would not have known that such a thing had happened right under their noses.

This is SMY Center, the top international shopping mall under Mingyue Group, and many brands are rushing to move in.

I was so angry that I almost lost my composure and started to curse.

Who transferred this person from xx?! No matter how prestigious the Zhou family is, they should figure out who the store is backing now!

Ming Zhao didn't care. She didn't have the habit of being criticized, and she was in a good mood, so she waved her hand and asked everyone to leave quickly.

However, the top management was more cautious in watching her expression and would rather she lose her temper and vent her anger here than hold them accountable later.

Seeing his nervous look, Ming Zhao joked, "Why? Are you afraid I'll raise the rent?"

"Don't worry, I'm not that stingy," Ming Zhao stood up.

"But you really should manage your employees better."

"After all, I don't want to suddenly see online, 'Avoid the store on the first floor of smy'"

The senior leader wanted to kick Manager Chen on the spot and spoke quickly.

"Yes, you are right, Miss. We will definitely strengthen management in the future."

Manager Chen was not much better. When he recalled his previous thoughts, he was so embarrassed that he wanted to slap himself twice.

The whole building belongs to the young ladies. Do they need someone to coax them with something more expensive?

Ming Zhao felt bored as he looked at the bag that Manager Chen placed in front of him with great trepidation.

It's like when something she likes is picked up and played with by someone else, and then it finds a flaw, she doesn't want it anymore.

Manager Chen quickly said, "Mr. Zhou requested it be returned to you."

She stopped walking.

Mingzhao suddenly thought of his elementary school days.

I don’t remember which grade I was in, but I received several certificates for my outstanding performance.

The head teacher was sitting on the podium at the time. When he saw her come up to receive the award, he blacked out her name in front of her.

Then he said it lightly.

"You already have one, so give this one to xx, otherwise it's not fair."

Although I felt a little aggrieved at that time, I also felt that what the teacher said made sense. She took so much by herself, and the other students had none left.

But when Zhou Tingyun found out, he took her hand and went to the teacher to get the certificate back.

"If you want a reward, you should work hard for it yourself, not rely on others to give it to you," he said calmly. "Teacher, you are also being disrespectful to that student."

Ming Zhao didn't know that the one who didn't get the award because of his mischief was the director's son. She only remembered that it was a sunny day, and Zhou Tingyun half-knelt in front of her, put a thin piece of paper in her palm, and touched her head.

"Zhao Zhao, if it's yours, you don't need to give it up."

Ming Zhao turned around and felt that the bag had returned to the way he liked it.

*

When I got home, Aunt Lin had already prepared dinner.

Seeing two sets of bowls and chopsticks on the table, she was curious: "Is the busy man eating at home again today? Isn't his schedule very full every day?"

Aunt Lin said with a smile, "Only since you came back, Zhaozhao."

"Alas," Ming Zhao blinked, feigning annoyance, "I'm just too charming."

Zhou Tingyun heard her words as soon as he entered the door.

He hung up his coat, walked over to her, and tapped the table with his fingers.

"Ms. Charming Ming, can you release me from the blacklist?"

How come this person walks without making any sound?

Ming Zhao almost choked.

She looked up and smiled flatteringly, "Brother, you're back."

Meeting his gentle gaze, she immediately stood up and ran to the sofa, "Let it go now."

When I turned on my phone, the first thing that popped up was a text message from half an hour ago.

Zhou Tingyun: [Blacklist]

Her eyes flickered for a few seconds and she clicked on WeChat.

The three words "son of a bitch" were particularly eye-catching. They were the notes that had been changed four years ago. I quickly turned around and saw that he wasn't paying attention to me, so I breathed a sigh of relief.

He also wondered why he should feel guilty, as it was his fault in the first place.

He is very tough in his heart but honest in his actions. After pulling the person out, he is ready to change.

Just as I deleted the word "egg", my phone was suddenly taken away.

"Why!"

Ming Zhao’s eyes widened. When did he come here?

She rushed forward in panic to grab it, but the man put a hand on her shoulder and easily pushed her back onto the sofa.

He struggled to get out of his palm but couldn't get out.

Zhou Tingyun lowered his eyes and looked at the screen, "Turtle?"

…

"How can it be so unpleasant..." she said weakly.

"There's an egg at the back."

His eyes moved from the screen to her.

Ming Zhao blinked and started making up stories, "Well, actually, this is a...um...petition, yes, a petition!"

"As the saying goes, beating is love, scolding is care. I call you king..."

Her voice faltered for a moment. "... Bastard, it only proves that I'm truly in love with you."

Zhou Tingyun listened to her quietly and returned the phone to her.

"What should I call you then, little bastard?"