Chapter 92 Meal Replacement

When I returned home in the afternoon, Mingzhao was still angry.

He held her wrist, pulled her into his arms, and stroked her hair to apologize.

After listening for a long time, Ming Zhao hesitated for a while before reluctantly speaking, "It's not because of this."

"Why is that?" The man touched her hair.

She was upset, "You always laugh at me, I don't want to pay attention to you."

Ming Zhao loves beauty and also wants face.

She has always been a sought-after young lady who has everything she wants, but suddenly she falls for Zhou Tingyun, the person who knows everything about her best.

Who would like to be reminded of their past embarrassing moments by their boyfriend all the time?

Especially at that time.

The more she thought about it, the more ashamed she felt.

Zhou Tingyun couldn't help but laugh, "How could I laugh at you?"

“Obviously there is!”

"I thought your reaction was cute and beautiful." Zhou Tingyun realized his mistake and promptly repaired the girl's small self-esteem. "I didn't mean to laugh at you."

Words like cute and beautiful, which appear frequently in special occasions, have long lost their original meaning.

Ming Zhao couldn't stand it anymore and ordered him to stop talking with a blushing face.

"Okay, I won't tell you." He agreed with her and chuckled, "Don't be angry."

——

The news that Zhou Tingyun’s old house was on fire spread quickly.

The main reason was that a girl’s back suddenly appeared in his circle of friends, which he hadn’t updated for many years.

There were many comments asking about the situation, and he responded to each one of them, saying that it was his future fiancée.

It happened that the high school was organizing a reunion after the New Year, and the discussion in the group was heated, with everyone strongly requesting that he bring his family.

Even the retired class teacher Zhang Huali mentioned in the group that he must attend.

Ming Zhaogang and Lin Zhiwei had just finished watching a show in Paris and were applying facial masks in the hotel when they received a message from Zhou Tingyun asking her if she wanted to attend a class reunion.

Zhang Huali is not only Zhou Tingyun's class teacher, but also Mingzhao's class teacher.

[Let’s go, it’s a good time to visit Lao Zhang]

Soon after, another emoticon of a little yellow duck knocking on the door was posted, with the caption "What are you doing, duck?"

The night was dark outside the floor-to-ceiling windows and the office was very quiet.

Since the end of the New Year holiday, Ming Zhao has become less clingy than before. He is either out playing or on his way out playing.

Zhou Tingyun replied that she was working overtime and asked when she would be home.

Ming Zhao lay on the bed, with a smile in his eyes and his calves shaking.

【If you think of me, just say it】

Zhou Tingyun responded quickly.

[Yeah, I miss you.]

She rolled around in the quilt, her whole face flushed.

Lin Zhiwei glanced at her with disdain, then suddenly thought of something and spoke slowly.

"Miss, do you still remember Gu He?"

Ming Zhao was still typing, not even looking up. "What's wrong?"

"Warm reminder, someone doesn't know you're into stand-in literature, right?"

His hand paused, and Mingzhao's expression froze for a moment.

"...Don't talk nonsense. I don't understand what you mean by substitute literature." She was the most stubborn person in her body.

"Go ahead and pretend." Lin Zhi smiled slightly, "Your brother is confused by the situation right now. He might find out someday."

Ming Zhao instantly lost interest in continuing the conversation, his legs stopped shaking, and there was a hint of guilt in his tone.

"How did you know..."

At that time, Gu He's appearance was still a little immature, and he could only be considered a little boy. Even though there were some similarities between his eyebrows and eyes, it was difficult to associate him with Zhou Tingyun.

Lin Zhiwei: "I have eyes."

“…”

Ming Zhao still held onto a glimmer of hope, "Maybe you're the only one who thinks it's similar."

"Oh—" Lin Zhiwei stretched out his voice, "You can continue to comfort yourself, but I still advise you to confess and get leniency."

But Ming Zhao obviously lacked the courage to confess.

So when she returned to China, she brought a bunch of gifts for Zhou Tingyun.

Looking at the various paper bags and boxes, the man who was suddenly "honored" seemed to be lost in thought.

I remember the last time Ming Zhao showed his affection, he punctured the bicycle tire of a boy classmate he disliked and his parents were called to the school.

Zhou Tingyun: "What bad things have you done?"

The arrow hit the bull's heart, and the villain in Mingzhao vomited blood and fell to the ground.

Nothing bad, right?

I just asked my brother to replace my meals.