Chapter 94: Waking up in a bad mood

His low voice carried a hint of ridicule, and he looked frivolous.

Ming Zhao did not allow Zhou Tingyun to perform better than himself.

There is still a light woody aroma on your breath, as if you are in a wooden cabin in the forest on a snowy night, the fire in the winter fireplace has just gone out, and the air is dry and warm.

She couldn't help but rub it in, sticking even tighter.

She also had to hold Zhou Tingyun's hand and place it at the slit, then put it close to his ear.

"Is it not okay if I only wear it for Mr. Zhou to see?"

The soft breath felt like a feather scratching the side of the neck.

A faint smile appeared on the corner of the man's lips. He slowly put his hand in and bent down to kiss her earlobe.

"Okay, come to my room tonight."

"..." Ming Zhao blushed and pushed his shoulder, "I don't want to play anymore!"

In fact, the title of Mr. Zhou is a bit subtle.

That was before Zhou Tingyun returned to the Zhou family. As the president of Mingyue Group and his elder brother, Ming Zhao would often call him like this in a weird way.

"Mr. Zhou, I want some water."

"Mr. Zhou, I want to eat tomato-flavored potato chips."

"President Zhou, please, this bag is so beautiful and I want it so badly!"

However, just as the secretary game was pure back then, it is now...

How come he has no burden?

Not wanting to fight with Zhou Tingyun anymore, he hurriedly tried to get off him.

But once the game starts, she can't just stop playing.

Zhou Tingyun held her legs and commented on her with a curved lip, "Celia, your ability to withstand work pressure needs to be improved."

Ming Zhao's eyes widened, clearly disagreeing.

She raised her voice and said that it was obviously his beastly nature that was so bold and lustful that he forced the poor little secretary to do this job. This was simply not a proper job.

The man raised his eyebrows slightly, and gently pinched her thigh with his hand, his face still calm.

"Well, you're right."

?

She was about to say something when she was interrupted by a gentle voice.

"Okay, this poor little secretary." He pointed at the mole with his fingertips.

"It's time for you to fulfill your responsibilities."

Only a small light was left on in the room.

The belt was finally tied around her waist.

——

The next morning, Zhou Tingyun came out of the bathroom.

But in the blink of an eye, the girl who was sleeping soundly on the bed kicked off the quilt again.

She was sleeping on her side, her pink cheeks forming the curve of Crayon Shin-chan, and her legs were casually hanging outside.

He withdrew his gaze from the red marks, walked forward, leaned over and gently grasped her well-proportioned calf.

Lift it slightly and gently pull out the quilt underneath.

After covering her up again, he tucked her arms in as well.

Just as he was about to leave, Ming Zhao suddenly turned over.

Her hands were unconsciously held by her, and her cheeks were also pressed against hers intimately.

The soft breath gently patted his wrist, beating in sync with his pulse.

My heart softened.

Zhou Tingyun actually has a strong sense of time. He is rigorous and self-disciplined. He arranges every minute and every second in an orderly manner. He has high demands on others and is even more demanding on himself.

But when facing Ming Zhao, all principles were broken.

He looked at her for a while, then sat back down on the bed, stroking her back and patiently coaxing her to sleep.

It was not until Ming Zhao's frown gradually relaxed and the hand that had been tightly holding him slowly loosened that he left with peace of mind.

When it was almost noon, Zhou Tingyun calculated the time and called Ming Zhao via video.

After the third ring, there was finally a strong complaint from someone who was grumpy after waking up, calling him annoying and disgusting.

On the screen, she was still lying on the pillow, her brows furrowed, her eyes closed, her hair a little messy from sleeping.

Zhou Tingyun was used to this and coaxed her to get up and eat.

"Zhao Zhao, being hungry for too long is bad for your stomach."

Ming Zhao felt pain in his waist and legs when he moved, and he couldn't help but get angry.

The words didn't even cross my mind.

"It's all your fault! I told you I was full, but you still—"

The words stopped abruptly.

“…”

Zhou Tingyun looked at the tips of his ears that suddenly turned red on the screen, and the video that immediately ended the next second, his expression was a little frozen.

The pitch-black screen reflected his face, and his deep eyes showed no emotion.

After a long silence, the man's Adam's apple rolled slightly, and he raised his hand to loosen his tie slightly.

On the other side, Ming Zhao also woke up completely.

She covered her face with her hands, smoke billowing from her head.

What is she talking about?

A message came on her phone, it was Zhou Tingyun asking her to go downstairs to eat, as if nothing had happened just now.

Ming Zhao replied with an embarrassed "oh", and after a long pause, he went downstairs like a wandering soul.

Seeing Ming Nutu, who had just returned from a business trip, sitting at the dining table, an inexplicable feeling of guilt came over me.

She pulled out a chair and sat down, "Mommy."

Ming Zheng filled a bowl of soup and placed it in front of her.

"Are you going to his class reunion with Tingyun tomorrow?"

Ming Zhao nodded obediently.

After a moment of silence, Ming Zheng asked.

"Baby, will you blame your mother?"

Meeting Ming Zhao's puzzled look, she paused for a moment and spoke.

"There's no such thing as a father."

Ming Zheng gave birth to Ming Zhao out of her own wishes. Considering the secular perspective and her daughter's feelings, she had no intention of telling her the truth about her life.

But she saw a sense of desolation and silence in that silent and cold figure.

After all, I am soft-hearted.

Ming Zhao raised her head. After a bowl of hot soup, her cheeks flushed. "But I have a brother."

Ming Zheng was stunned for a moment, then laughed helplessly, "You."

After dinner, Ming Zhao pulled Ming Nutu and asked her to pick out clothes for him.

Ming Zheng was a little puzzled by this, "Baby, you're always beautiful like this."

She has always been a rich lady, with a delicate doll-like temperament. Why did she suddenly have such a whim?

Ming Zhao raised his chin, "This way he won't look too old."

Hearing this, Ming Zheng pinched her face amusedly and said, "Just keep making up stories about your brother."