Chapter 118: Bad Intentions
Ten years ago, Zhou Tingyun picked her up from school.
Ten years later, she picked him up from get off work.
It was the first time for the young lady to do such a thing. This novel experience was both unfamiliar and filled with indescribable excitement for her. She stared at the door without blinking.
Not long after, a brave man came up and asked for her contact information.
The next second, he saw her take off her sunglasses, his eyes suddenly widened, and after realizing what was happening, he immediately apologized profusely and left as fast as he could.
One extroversion leads to a lifetime of introversion.
Witnessing this dramatic scene, a colleague couldn't help but gloat, "Aren't you going to ask the chairman to teach you a few tricks? Why are you silent, little brother?"
"Ask Miss Ming for her WeChat, bro, you're amazing."
He begged his colleagues not to tell anyone about the secret and even paid for afternoon tea for the next week to keep it secret.
Ming Zhao didn't care about this little episode at all. He was focused on capturing Zhou Tingyun, afraid of missing him.
Soon, she saw the tall and straight figure of the man, her eyes lit up, and she immediately opened the car door excitedly.
Zhou Tingyun's gaze fell on the girl who was jogging towards him. The sunlight was dancing on her carefully curled hair, and hazy golden spots were shining.
This scene has appeared many times in my memory.
Ming Zhao staggered towards him with his short legs, clinging to his trouser leg and refusing to let go.
Ming Zhao ran out of the kindergarten gate in a princess dress and came to him in a baby voice, asking for a hug.
Among the noisy students in blue and white school uniforms, Ming Zhao called him brother in a sweet and crisp voice, shook his hand, and begged him to let her go eat junk food.
…
"Are you touched? Your beautiful, lovely and kind fiancée personally picked you up from get off work."
Inside the car, the girl was so proud of her surprise plan that it seemed as if an invisible tail was wagging happily for praise.
Zhou Tingyun's gaze remained on her the entire time, shrouded in a layer of darkness, not innocent.
It was as if he was trying to figure out the best place to bite so that he could swallow her up bit by bit.
Ming Zhao's head was steaming from being stared at by Zhou Tingyun. He became alert and stammered, "What are you doing?"
"I'm touched, baby." He smiled gently, looking calm and gentle.
As a result, as soon as she got home, before she had time to turn on the light, she was pressed behind the door.
The man's tall and straight body trapped her, and he hugged her and kissed her passionately.
Ming Zhao never expected that just picking him up from get off work would have such a destructive effect.
At first, he was still restrained and gentle. While kissing her, he praised her in a hoarse voice that her hair was beautifully curled and her clothes were nice. He said that he was very happy because she had always dressed up in princess dresses for other boys before.
Why do you always bring up kindergarten? Ming Zhao mumbled a grudge and scolded him for being petty, only to be kissed even harder, their lips and tongues rubbing against each other.
The sky gradually darkened, and the hazy light dyed the entire space into an ambiguous and blurred color, intertwined with the sound of slightly rapid breathing.
Ming Zhao's carefully curled hair was now messy, her clothes were wrinkled, her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes were wet.
She sat on the entrance cabinet, kicked off her shoes, stepped on his thighs, and complained in a muffled and coquettish voice, "I won't pick you up from get off work anymore."
"Okay, I won't answer it." Once was enough, he coaxed with a chuckle.
Ming Zhao snorted in dissatisfaction, "Hold me."
Zhou Tingyun readily picked her up and the girl rested her chin on his shoulder.
A light woody scent filled her nose, warm and pleasant, and she began to think about what birthday gift to give him.
After all, it’s just a marriage certificate, isn’t it too monotonous?
But many things have been given away, and Zhou Tingyun never seemed to have any particular favorites.
Seeing her sudden silence, with a frown on her face and a troubled look on her face, Zhou Tingyun asked her, "What are you thinking about?"
Ming Zhao made a zipper-like gesture with his mouth, and his face showed that he would not tell you this was a secret.
But he knew her too well. He held her hand and gently pinched her thigh, then spoke meaningfully.
"Baby, just give me a few obedience coupons as gifts."
“……?”
Ming Zhao was stunned at first, but then he reacted, stretched out his finger and poked his shoulder hard, saying angrily: "Zhou Tingyun, you have bad intentions."
"Well, I have bad intentions." The man kissed her fingertips and admitted it frankly.
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