Chapter 26 The child is quiet and probably doing something naughty
night.
Since the meal, Ming Zhao, who loved to tease him, has disappeared.
You know, when a child is quiet, he is probably doing something naughty.
As soon as Zhou Tingyun opened the door of the study, he saw someone sitting on the sofa with a tablet in his arms.
She was wearing a dark green silk nightgown, similar in style to her previous one, with thin straps hanging on her round shoulders.
She sat with her knees hugged, her skirt shortened to reveal a part of her calves, and her isolated ankles were a light goose pink.
When she saw him come in, she looked up and smiled at him with her eyes full of smiles.
Zhou Tingyun looked away and asked calmly, "Why aren't you wearing a coat again?"
"No," she refused when she saw him go to get clothes, "It's hot, I don't want to wear them, you are not allowed to take them."
Zhou Tingyun looked at her again.
"There's no one else here," Ming Zhao said very logically, "What does it matter?"
"Sweating is troublesome."
When she gets stubborn, even ten bulls can't pull her back. Zhou Tingyun knows her temper well and doesn't force her anymore.
In the study, the man was reviewing documents while Ming Zhao sat beside him drawing a conceptual design sketch for the building's exterior.
She has been very talented in this area since she was young, and many of the group's landmark buildings were inspired by her.
This project is relatively simple, it is the facade design for a high-end luxury brand.
Simple, solid colors, beautiful lines, in short, high-end.
She quickly finished the sketch and looked at Zhou Tingyun with her chin supported.
The light-colored pupils are bright and clear, full of intelligence, but also hiding some bad intentions.
So as the man was processing the submitted plan, he suddenly felt a weight on his legs.
Looking down, a pair of white legs came into view.
The slender ankles connect to the well-proportioned legs, and it is obvious that they don’t exercise much, so they are soft and plump.
Following his gaze, he looked at the girl next to him. She was lazily leaning on the sofa. Without waiting for him to say anything, she blinked and said pitifully.
"I walked a lot today, my legs are so sore."
The subtext is usually to let him press it.
Zhou Tingyun asked: "Is this your way of enslaving me?"
"What's the matter?" Ming Zhao raised his eyebrows in dissatisfaction. "Is it not possible? Do you want to default on your debt?"
Ruthless.
He reached out and held her legs, saying calmly.
"Can."
The moment their skin touched, Ming Zhao couldn't help but shrink her shoulders. She seemed brave, but she became timid when real guns and bullets came into play.
The man's palm was broad, and his fingertips with thin calluses pressed on it, sending waves of fine and unbearable itchiness.
The warm palms slightly closed, pressed, and then released, kneading the soft flesh of the calves with a force that was neither too light nor too heavy, and playing with it into various shapes.
His movements were nonchalant, but his eyes were always on his work, and he seemed completely unaffected.
Ming Zhao pursed his lips tightly, and his ears felt hot.
What's going on? She was the one who enslaved him, but now she seemed like a toy that he could squeeze and flatten in his hands.
Afraid that his blushing would be discovered, Ming Zhao tried to take it back secretly, but was detained.
She felt a panic in her heart.
The next second, the man's gentle voice sounded.
"Didn't you say your legs were sore?"
Ming Zhao breathed a sigh of relief for some reason.
"I feel much better now, thank you, brother." His voice tried to be calm and obedient.
Zhou Tingyun said nothing and let go.
But the crisis was over, and Ming Zhao, who only cared about eating and not being beaten, was no longer in a hurry to run away.
It dangled lazily from his body.
The originally fair and tender skin was rubbed by him to a light pink, and it stuck softly to the man's firm thigh, stepping on it from time to time.
There was a soft touch on his fingertips, and Zhou Tingyun let her do whatever she wanted without any expression, and even answered a phone call by the way.
A low-pitched, pleasant voice spoke slowly and methodically about boring English professional terms, while her slender, beautiful hands casually held a pen, jotting down the key points.
What a workaholic.
Ming Zhao was unhappy about being ignored, so he raised his foot and stepped on his waist with a little force.
The man didn't look at her, but put down his pen and slowly covered her ankle again.
The slightly rough touch accompanied by the scorching heat went up all the way. He continued to massage her legs intermittently while answering the phone.
Help.
Ming Zhao used the tablet to cover his face and stared at the screen with a serious look, but his ears were actually red.
Obviously, this has happened before.
The change in mentality and identity made the interactions that Mingzhao thought were normal in the past now have a different meaning.
Her conscience flickered for a few seconds. Oh, it turns out she has no sense of boundaries.
After finishing work, Zhou Tingyun looked at the time and was about to let Mingzhao go to bed.
He looked towards the sofa and found that she was already fast asleep with her head tilted to one side. The large area of white skin below her collarbone rose and fell with her breathing.
Zhou Tingyun leaned over and picked the person up.
The next second, the girl's arms automatically wrapped around his neck.
She seemed to be awakened by the slight movement, her eyes were sleepy and there was a hint of confusion in her eyes.
After she saw clearly the person holding her in a daze, her beautiful eyes immediately filled with a faint smile. She buried her face in the crook of his neck and rubbed it affectionately.
The soft and tender flesh of her cheek pressed against his neck, and her moist and sweet breath slowly wrapped around him, silently sticking to its prey like a spider web.
"elder brother……"
Like a whisper in a dream, full of dependence and trust.
"Yeah." Zhou Tingyun responded in a low voice.
The girl didn't respond and seemed to have fallen asleep again.
He carried her to the bedroom, put her on the bed, patted her arm gently, and motioned her to let go.
Ming Zhao pretended not to know and looked up in confusion.
The action seemed unintentional, and her soft lips gently rubbed the man's protruding Adam's apple.
Zhou Tingyun's body stiffened slightly.
Seeing that he didn't respond for a long time, Mingzhao frowned slightly, like a pool of spring water ruffled by the breeze.
"Brother?" she called him.
Her thin red lips and teeth opened and closed, like the mythical Siren, who could drag him down to the depths with just a gentle call.
The man's pupils, slightly pale under the light, stared at her quietly, his dark gaze always fixed on the space between her lips and teeth, a trace of undercurrent surged, and then gradually returned to calm.
"You should go to bed." He pinched her slender wrist and took her arm away, his voice calm and still.
Ming Zhao suddenly became very cooperative and behaved unbelievably well.
"Oh." She nodded sleepily, "Good night, brother."
The voice was as soft as a dream talk, full of sleepiness.
Then, as if she remembered something, she raised her head in a daze and kissed the injured part of his forehead, imitating the words he used to comfort her when they were children.
"The pain flew away."
Ming Zhao suddenly felt the force around his waist tighten for a moment.
She quickly relaxed again and was gently placed on the bed.
Ming Zhao closed her eyes and pretended to sleep, as if what had just happened was just her half-asleep and half-awake play.
Zhou Tingyun leaned over, pulled down her skirt, straightened it, and covered her tightly with the quilt.
His eyes fell on her cheek, lingered for a moment, and he reached out to push her hair away.
He touched the side of her face with his fingertips, not noticing her trembling eyelashes.
"Good night," he said.
The door was closed gently.
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