Chapter 25 Sugar-coated Cake
Suddenly, Ming Zhao's mind finally came to light, and he suddenly realized that Zhou Siyu's words were simply despicable!
She pursed her lips and began to stare at the floor in a daze, her fingertips resting lightly on her chin.
The blue-gray stone slabs are arranged neatly, the surface is slightly mottled, with crisscrossing lines, and withered yellow leaves floating lightly on it.
Just a sister...
Mingzhao seemed to be lost in thought.
In the evening, the alleys are bustling with people and full of life. The air is filled with the aroma of various snacks, such as noodles with soybean paste, stewed pork, and the aroma of food from the cooking smoke of each household.
Zhou Tingyun was queuing in front of that very popular store.
The Zhou family has businesses all over the place, and he often attends various activities and meetings. This face has been seen countless times on the Internet, and soon someone took a secret photo of him.
[It turns out that the Tianlong people also love our sugar-coated cakes, sugar gate! ]
[Everyone in Tianlong knows that they have to queue up. Those who cut in line have no sons or buttholes (but they don't mind throwing money in my face and telling me to get out of the way)]
[Ahhh, why is Daddy's head bandaged? The patch left a scar.]
[You don’t understand the battle damage, it’s even more exciting prprpr]
He had just finished a meeting and was replying to messages on his phone, not paying much attention to the looks of people around him.
The black coat makes his cold white skin tone more conspicuous. He has a tall and straight figure. The gauze on his forehead does not destroy his calm and steady temperament, but instead adds a hint of other meaning.
I don’t know what he saw, but the corners of his lips curled up slightly.
Xiaoguai: [Why haven't you come back yet——/rolling around]
Just as I was about to reply, a message suddenly popped up on the other side——
Xiaoguai: [I miss you so much]
Zhou Tingyun's fingertips paused slightly.
Xiaoguai: [The sugar-coated cakes I brought]
Zhou Tingyun didn't understand why she paused for a second. If she had a dictionary, it would be filled with tiramisu, cream puffs, exploding mochi, and Oreo mille-feuille.
As for his name, I don't know where it is.
He was well aware of the troublemaker's gluttony, especially his love for sweets. The tiny little bean bun actually dared to secretly stuff chocolate into his mouth at night, and even didn't brush his teeth for fear of being discovered.
As a result, she got a cavity and sat on his lap, covering her face and crying, hiccuping and shouting to her brother that it hurt.
I was really angry and wanted to teach her a lesson with a stern face, but she cried so miserably. In the end, I had to kiss and coax her into having her tooth pulled. After the extraction, there were tears in her eyes, and she looked so pitiful.
After this incident, Zhou Tingyun began to monitor her sugar intake and tooth brushing habits in all aspects.
So he replied to her, [You can’t eat cake for three days]
Xiaoguai: [Woo woo woo woo]
He showed no mercy: [Being coquettish is useless]
As the sky gradually darkened, Zhou Tingyun just walked in and saw Ming Zhao lying on a lounge chair in the yard covered with a small blanket.
The delicate little face was buried in the scarf, with soft brown curly hair scattered around, making her look like a doll from nowhere, totally out of place in this quaint old house.
There was hot tea on the stone table next to it, with wisps of white steam rising from it.
It was quite pleasant, and he had thought she would be bored here.
Perhaps it was the hearing of footsteps, or, of course, he thought it was more likely that the puppy's nose smelled the scent of food, and the troublemaker sat up all of a sudden.
Her round and slightly upturned eyes suddenly lit up, she lifted the blanket and rushed over in a few steps.
Zhou Tingyun moved the bag away in advance to prevent the oil from getting on her.
The next second, my waist was hugged tightly.
A sweet and soft ball kept coming into my arms.
Zhou Tingyun frowned, raised his hand to hook her collar from behind and pulled her away.
"Okay, I just came in from outside and I'm covered in dust," he said.
Ming Zhao puffed up his cheeks, but knew when to stop and went to get the sugar-coated cake with a sweet smile.
Then his wrists were restrained.
When I looked up, I saw that the man had a slightly cold expression.
Qingdan's eyes fixed on the scratches, "Mingzhao, what did I tell you?"
There is a clear red scratch on the back of the white hand.
Ming Zhao's eyes flickered for a moment, and he quickly spoke pitifully, "It's been medicated."
Seeing him frown, I immediately acted like a spoiled child and said, "It hurts."
Zhou Tingyun took back the words of criticism that were on the tip of his tongue.
"Who told you not to listen?" He looked unhappy.
As soon as he finished speaking, the hand in his palm suddenly broke free and raised itself in front of his eyes, but the movement was too big and he couldn't control it, so he accidentally brushed the corner of his lips.
Zhou Tingyun paused.
Slightly cool and tender.
The fingertips are soft and fragrant, with a healthy pink tint.
"Help me blow it." The girl asked confidently in my ear, as if nothing had happened just now.
Zhou Tingyun lowered his eyes to look at her, and seeing that she was about to cry out in pain if rejected, he raised his hand and held her wrist again.
Ming Zhao has a small frame, but he is not skinny.
The slender wrist was covered with soft flesh like milk mochi, so soft that it seemed as if one could easily sink into it with a pinch of the fingertips.
As greasy as ointment.
A slight tingling sensation spread from the back of his hand, and Mingzhao's eyelashes trembled.
The man in front of her was dignified and serious. Even when he was bending his head slightly to blow on her wound, he looked as if he was signing a contract, completely focused and unperturbed.
Ming Zhao stared at his beautiful manicure and hands, feeling unhappy and secretly complaining.
He really has no vision.
*
During dinner, Mr. Zhou couldn't help but mention Fang Yuanshuang again, saying that Tongsen Group's recent projects were very promising, and implicitly praised her as a perfect marriage partner.
He was talking at the dinner table, while Mingzhao sat next to Zhou Tingyun, struggling with the fish with his chopsticks.
She grumbled softly, "So many thorns."
Then the bowl was taken away, and another bowl of crystal clear fish meat with the bones removed was placed in front of him.
"Stop playing," Zhou Tingyun said, "eat well."
Normally he was the one finding fault, and he didn't know what she was doing on a whim today, but he suspected this was her excuse for not wanting to eat.
Ming Zhao curved his lips, smiled, picked up a piece and placed it in Zhou Tingyun's bowl, "Thank you, brother."
Zhou Tingyun laughed, "Miss Ming, are you choosing this to thank me?"
Ming Zhao blinked: "We're a family, why should we separate you and me?"
Zhou Tingyun remained unmoved: "Who said outsider this morning?"
Really holding a grudge!
Ming Zhao snorted inwardly, but whispered a sweet nothings in a coquettish tone, "I'm an outsider, and my brother is my wife."
"No matter how poor you are, you can't eat cake for five days." He said calmly.
The girl immediately shut up, but after a short while, she started muttering that he was stingy and authoritarian.
I couldn't help but step on his suit pants under the table, leaving a dusty footprint.
The man remained calm and served her a bowl of pear soup, which is good for moistening the skin in autumn and winter, and told her to drink it all.
On the side, Mr. Zhou, who was completely ignored, had a dark face.
Zhou Qian was laughing happily.
Zhou Siyu ate her meal in silence, not understanding why Ming Zhao suddenly ignored her.
The others each had their own little thoughts, thinking about how much benefit they would gain if someone on their side could get in touch with Ming Zhao.
I am carefully selecting the right person for marriage.
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