Chapter 21: Eat and Take
It’s my younger sister.
It can only be my younger sister.
Zhou Tingyun thought calmly that he had no intention of doing anything.
She wanted to hold on to the toy, so she let her hold on.
When she finds a toy she likes more one day, she will naturally let it go. Until then, he will still be her brother, an ordinary relative who will keep in touch during the holidays.
Seeing his stubborn defiance, Mr. Zhou was furious. He suppressed his anger and said, "Do you think she can be independent if you continue like this? What boyfriend would accept having a brother like you?"
Zhou Tingyun's eyes dimmed slightly.
The price of staying away has already been tasted. The deliberate disconnection over the past four years has not extinguished the inappropriate thoughts. Instead, it has allowed the accumulated longing to grow into vines that crawl all over the chest, wrapping around and tightening inch by inch.
A little spark is enough to start a prairie fire.
Zhou Tingyun never thought about owning it, but he couldn't lose it again.
So he will wait here until she grows up and sees her own heart clearly, until her dependence shifts to another person and she returns to her place.
*
Outside the door.
Zhou Siyu said softly, "Don't be too sad. I didn't expect that Brother Tingyun would be so good to you. He actually just treats you as a sister."
What else?
"If he doesn't treat me as his sister, what else can he treat me as?" Ming Zhao wondered.
Zhou Siyu was suddenly choked.
...Why do I not understand anything like Shang Man? Or is there something wrong with my own expression?
Doesn’t she like Zhou Tingyun? How come she didn’t react to this?
The moment Ming Zhao finished speaking, he was stunned.
She seemed to understand what Zhou Siyu meant after a few seconds.
Isn’t this the routine in TV dramas?
What's the plot usually?
Oh, the hero finally realizes his feelings and chases his wife to the crematorium.
Wait, wife?
"Zhao Zhao, do you know what they are saying now! They are saying you and Zhou Tingyun--" Gu He's words suddenly rang in his ears.
say what?
"This is what normal siblings are like. Look at the siblings from the Lu family in Beijing next door..." It was Lin Zhiwei's voice.
"Maybe you know orthopedics? It's about brothers and sisters..." Aire babbled.
Ming Zhao's head started to rumble with the porridge again.
What are the boundaries of family affection? In my foggy brain, something vague seems to be gradually taking shape.
Until a dazzling red flashed across her sight, especially conspicuous against her cold white skin, and her thoughts were instantly shattered. She came to her senses, broke free from Zhou Siyu's hand and rushed in.
“…Zhao Zhao?”
Old Master Zhou looked at the pink cannonball that suddenly flew out in surprise.
Before he could say anything, the shell hit the arms of a beast in human form.
“…”
Zhou Tingyun frowned, put his arm around her shoulders, and wrapped the shirt that was draped over his arm around her.
"you……"
I wanted to ask her what was going on, but suddenly stopped.
The girl in front of him was staring at him with a pout, her eye sockets were visibly turning red, and her nose was also red, making her look particularly pitiful.
Ming Zhao had never taken care of anyone before and had no idea what to do. She could only imagine that when she fell, her brother would hold her face and gently blow on the wound on her forehead.
So she also stood on tiptoe to wipe the blood off his face, imitating him and snoring twice.
Pursing her lips, she asked softly, "Does it still hurt?"
A soft feather fell on my heart.
Her eyes moved slightly, and Zhou Tingyun restrained the urge to kiss her eyes like he did when they were children, and rubbed the slightly red corners of her eyes with his fingertips.
"It's okay," he said soothingly, his voice lowering, "It doesn't hurt."
Old Zhou, who was standing by and watching them being so affectionate, felt dizzy and his eyes went dark.
It's immoral, really immoral.
How is he going to face Ming Zheng?
I'm sorry, although you were kind enough to adopt my grandson who was away from home, he was not only ungrateful, but also wanted to eat and take your daughter away.
The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, and he slammed the table.
"All of you get out of here!"
The angry roar frightened Ming Zhao so much that she shrank into Zhou Tingyun's arms. The man's hand on her shoulder tightened slightly in comfort.
Cautiously meeting Mr. Zhou's gaze, Ming Zhao immediately raised his hands in surrender.
"Grandpa, if you scold him, you can't scold me."
Mr. Zhou choked.
This stinky girl!
A faint smile appeared in the man's eyes. "Let's go back to sleep."
"Wait," Elder Zhou called out cautiously, "Which room is Zhao Zhao staying in?"
"She sleeps in my master bedroom," Zhou Tingyun said, "and I live in the guest room on the second floor."
All on the second floor? No, no, absolutely not.
"You, get down to the third floor." Old Master Zhou gave the order.
*
In the living room, Ming Zhao sat aside, nervously watching the family doctor bandage Zhou Tingyun's wound.
The family doctor is specifically serving Mr. Zhou. After all, at his age, his physical condition is not as good as before, so if he accidentally gets hurt, it will be better to deal with it in time.
"Okay, don't touch water these days and avoid spicy food," the doctor advised.
After the others left, Ming Zhao clingingly hugged the man's arm, occasionally glancing at the bandaged area on his forehead, "Does it really not hurt?"
"Listen to the doctor. Don't drink water. Eat light food."
Zhou Tingyun's heart softened, and before he could say anything, he heard some irritating words.
"Otherwise, my brother will be scarred and disfigured, and that won't look good."
"..." The man gave her a sidelong look. "You have a little conscience, but not much."
She quickly made amends, "It's okay, I won't dislike you even if you get scars."
"Stop joking." Zhou Tingyun pinched her face.
Before she could cry out in pain, his fingertips slid down to her chin and pinched it.
"When did you come to the study and what did you hear?" he suddenly asked.
She was stunned and shook her head honestly, "Just arrived."
Although Ming Zhao was well protected and spoiled, he was not ignorant. When he was abroad, he was often "eye-opening".
A handsome blond boy confessed his love to her, a tall athlete harassed her and asked if he could be her dog, and someone wanted to invite her to a strange party.
She doesn't think she is emotionally dull, but Zhou Tingyun's position is special and different from those men.
He was a mixture of too many emotions; the characteristics of her mother, father, and brother were all concentrated in this one person, causing her subconscious mind to resist those vague and unformed ideas.
Blood ties are the eternal bond, so she ignored the depressed feeling she felt when she heard that sentence.
The lights in the corridor cast a dim glow, and it was so quiet that the only sound was the slight muffled sound of footsteps being absorbed by the blanket.
Zhou Tingyun lowered his eyes to examine her expression, then looked away after a moment.
"Do you have to go to the third floor?" the girl was a little timid.
"What's wrong?"
“It’s so quiet,” she said.
She resists being in an overly quiet environment, but rarely shows it, so her parents and Zhou Tingyun are not very aware of it.
"If you're scared, call me later," Zhou Tingyun said. "Put it aside and don't hang up."
Being afraid of sleeping alone used to happen often.
At this time, Mingzhao would always sneak into Zhou Tingyun's quilt, and then he would grab the collar and throw him out, and criticize him sternly.
She tried again and again but failed. When she went there again, she found that he had locked the door.
This caused a huge mess and chaos.
As a result, Zhou Tingyun was softened by tears. He helplessly hugged the person, coaxed her and admitted his mistake, wiped her face with a soft towel, and promised not to lock the door again.
Ming Zhao pondered, should he try again?
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
