Chapter 41: Generous
The smiling eyes are like beautiful crescent moons, and the dimples on the face have a shallow arc.
Her thin, fair skin has a healthy light pink hue, and the little soft whorl on her head is very cute.
He looked at her solemnly for a long while and asked, "Shouldn't it be?"
"Ming Zhao, I raised you for eighteen years, and you've only been with him for three months. He moved out without a word, without even telling you. And yet you still hugged my legs, crying and shouting, wanting to trade me for your brother Mu Qing."
? Her eyes widened.
What?
She actually said such a thing?
Before he could be happy that he admitted to being jealous, Ming Zhao felt guilty for a moment and felt inferior to him.
He quickly became tough again, raising his chin, "I, I was just talking nonsense, why are you arguing with a child?"
Delicate and unreasonable.
He nodded, "Okay, I can let go of the kid."
Zhou Tingyun took her cell phone and casually placed it on the table, making a light clicking sound.
Ming Zhao felt inexplicably nervous and subconsciously grabbed the handrail.
"Then please tell me now, would you choose to have dinner with him or go to the company with me?"
His voice was calm and steady, and his gaze returned to her. His dark eyes showed no emotion, but they made her heart pound and a thin layer of sweat formed on the back of her neck.
Ming Zhao knew that she could act coquettishly to him, so she said of course she would accompany him to the company.
But she wanted to see Zhou Tingyun lose control.
He was always calm and composed, always at ease, but she just wanted to pull him down and see him reveal more emotions for her.
"What if I choose to eat?"
The corners of Mingzhao's eyes are slightly tilted, and there seems to be ripples in his eyes, like an innocent little fox.
"Brother Mu Qing is a very nice person, and his appearance is in line with my aesthetic taste. Besides, he is not like Gu He. Brother, do you think I can like him?"
Zhou Tingyun listened to her quietly, allowing the dark side of his heart to continue to spread and occupy every corner.
It was like a thick black fog that was about to wrap up the person in front of her and swallow her up completely, making her unable to utter those words anymore.
He was silent for a long time, until Mingzhao thought he was about to succeed, then he slowly said, "Okay."
His voice was calm without a trace of emotion. "I won't interfere with you."
“…”
Ming Zhao was so angry that he wanted to hit him with a pillow.
After taking a shower and lying on the bed, she felt depressed for a long time.
What kind of person is this! Dead wood!
She mistook the two-meter-long pillow for Zhou Tingyun and beat him up. She tossed and turned for a long time and couldn't fall asleep.
I stared at the ceiling for a long time, feeling irritated.
She simply opened her phone and clicked on the "Good Things" that Lin Zhiwei sent her, hoping to cheer herself up.
Zhou Tingyun is old-fashioned, but she is not.
Her novel bookshelf is shameful, her online disk is shameful, and her audio files are shameful.
Ming Zhao turned off the lights, put on headphones, found a comfortable position, and was about to be happy.
Meimei waited for a long time, but only heard silence.
Um?
What's going on? Why is there no sound?
I pressed the volume button up, but still heard nothing.
She frowned slightly, a little confused. Could it be that the headphones were broken?
I fiddled with it for a long time, trying to adjust it to the maximum, but there was still no response.
Until, an extremely ambiguous sound came from the other side.
???
!!!
Ming Zhao's pupils suddenly dilated, and he was in a panic, hurriedly turning on the Bluetooth headset on the screen.
really.
Her eyes went dark.
Wrong...
Even if Ming Zhao pressed the pause button in time, he could still see the lines on the screen indicating that they had been played.
Staring at the few sentences that were so beyond the scope that they were blocked, she silently turned off her phone.
He covered himself with the quilt, determined to play dead.
When the first strange sound came from the speakers, Zhou Tingyun immediately raised his hand to turn off the microphone of the video conference.
He had a blank expression on his face as he listened to the 3D surround subwoofer of a man's panting, the sound of water, and the unbearable dirty talk.
“…”
After the meeting, Zhou Tingyun looked at the audio system in silence for a moment, his eyes revealing complex emotions.
He leaned back in his chair, raised his hand and slowly rubbed his eyebrows.
Of course, he didn't think that Ming Zhao shouldn't listen to these things or feel ashamed of his own physical needs.
It's just a matter of health and safety in this area, and I really don't know who to talk to her about it to make her feel at ease.
As far as he knew, all the major clubs in North City had places specifically for the entertainment of wealthy daughters, stocked with all kinds of male models. Fang Yuanshuang had also confessed to him during their discussion of marriage that she had several male models as her mistresses.
Thinking of this, he frowned even more.
Although there is equality in all professions, Zhou Tingyun really can't have a good opinion of male models when he thinks about what Ming Zhao, the troublemaker, might do.
But the most important thing now is to protect my sister's self-esteem and pretend that I didn't hear anything.
Fearing that she would be embarrassed, he chose to go on a business trip for a week to give her enough space and time to calm down.
But he didn't expect that the male model incident would develop so quickly.
A week later, Zhou Tingyun received a call as soon as he landed in Beicheng.
The more he listened, the colder his expression became, and his black eyes were darker than the night.
The driver had never seen his boss look so bad before, and his grip on the steering wheel subconsciously tightened.
"To the banquet hall."
"Yes, yes, sir."
*
On the other side, a completely different scene is presented, with bright lights, wine and women, and a life of decadence and extravagance.
Shang Man didn't expect that she had just finally caught a lone Ming Zhao, and happily went up to him to make a few sarcastic remarks, but he was grabbed by her and burst into tears without saying a word.
"What are you doing?!" she asked in horror.
"Stop crying, I didn't say anything! What if your brother sees me? You're going to kill me!"
"Don't mention him!" Ming Zhao raised his voice and tears fell from his eyes.
"Okay, okay, I won't mention it. Then can you let go, sister? I still want to play male model, and you're affecting my performance."
Ming Zhao paused for a moment and choked up: "Then I want to play too."
Shang Man chuckled twice, "You're kidding me, is this your new trick? Let your brother sell me to Africa to mine? How cruel of you!"
Ming Zhao looked up and stared at her with red eyes in dissatisfaction.
“…”
Ten minutes later.
The male models sat in a circle, all playing Werewolf with Ming Zhao.
She was really good at it. No matter what her status was, she could always win and feel happy, so she soon became happy.
On the sofa, the mobile phone screen kept lighting up and down, but no one paid any attention.
The night was dark and a black Maybach sped past on the road.
Inside the car, Zhou Tingyun lowered his eyes and looked at the payment messages that kept popping up on Qinmi Pay, his face frighteningly gloomy.
very good.
He was quite generous when tipping with his card.
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