Chapter 42 Good Child
While the eldest lady was indulging in pleasure, the outside world was already in chaos.
The manager nervously followed the man, "Mr. Zhou, I wonder why... why you've come here?"
Everyone knows that Zhou Tingyun is a man of integrity and never goes to places of entertainment. Sometimes, some project owners did not believe him and sent women to please him, but they were permanently rejected by Huayu for cooperation.
So why is he here today?
The manager couldn't help but steal a glance at the man's face, muttering to himself, why... why does he look like someone who is here to catch someone cheating?
When he reached the top floor, he hurried forward and opened the glass door.
Then, a burst of crisp laughter was heard.
Joyfully and lively, like the chirping birds on the branches in spring.
Zhou Tingyun cast his gaze over and landed on that beautiful face that was like the moon surrounded by stars. It was stained with a blush like the sunset, and looked delicate and noble.
You can tell they had a lot of fun.
Ming Zhao was unaware of the impending danger and was still talking nonsense to the male model.
"You speak much better than that bastard Zhou Tingyun!"
manager:"……"
No, where did these ancestors come from?
His eyes went dark and he wanted to bury himself and rest in peace.
Zhou Tingyun remained motionless, as if he was not the one being scolded.
Bastard, son of a bitch, vicious.
He was already used to the fact that she would sweetly call him brother one second and ride on his head the next.
Besides, it was just a game of Werewolf, he thought, he could forgive his sister's small mistake.
Zhou Tingyun glanced at the manager.
The manager's heart tightened, and he quickly raised his voice to drive them away, "Disperse! Disperse! All of you get out!"
Shang Man, who was having fun, frowned, anger welling up in her heart. Who the hell dares to be so arrogant? She was so angry that she looked up and wanted to curse.
Who doesn’t have eyes…eyes, eyes…eyes are as big as copper bells.
Her pupils trembled, and she slowly reached out to pull Ming Zhao's sleeve, "Zhao, Zhao Zhao."
"Hmm?" Ming Zhao was immersed in the game, very focused, and said dissatisfiedly, "Why? Don't interrupt my train of thought."
Shang Man: "...I think you want to send me to death."
Then, she said sincerely, "Here's a suggestion for you, Mingzhao. Pretend to be drunk now, and tomorrow when you wake up, claim you've blacked out and forgotten everything. You'll definitely thank me."
What is this person talking about?
Before Ming Zhao could react, he saw the male model next to him suddenly start to leave. He quickly grabbed his sleeve and said, "Hey, it's your turn to speak. Where are you going?"
Male model: “……?”
Zhou Tingyun looked at her coldly as her slender white fingertips created wrinkles in the man's sleeves.
Finally, the man's voice drifted in with the night, carrying with it the chill of late autumn.
"Have you had enough fun?"
Suddenly, a cold wind blew across the wilderness, and all around was dead silent.
The chill made Ming Zhao shiver, as if he was frozen from head to toe.
Question: What should I do if my brother catches me at a club playing with male models?
Even though I'm just playing Werewolf.
Answer: So what? He is still hiding away on a business trip without saying a word. Just have fun, have fun, have fun!
Over there, Shang Man had already hurriedly taken the male model and slipped away first. When they reached the door, they stumbled. The dedicated male model even reached out to help them up, which earned her a look of three parts appreciation and seven parts gratitude.
Within a few minutes, they were the only two left in the huge space.
The air around them seemed to be frozen, and it was so quiet that they could hear each other's breathing.
Zhou Tingyun extended his hand to her and said, "Let's go."
How can he always be so calm?
Ming Zhao became even angrier for some unknown reason.
With a "pop", she slapped it open.
The man looked at her solemnly for a while, stopped talking to her, leaned over, put his arms through her knees, and regardless of her struggles, forcibly picked her up and walked out.
Before Ming Zhao could exclaim, the sudden feeling of weightlessness frightened her so much that she hugged Zhou Tingyun tightly.
She was about to jump up and down when she realized what was happening, but the next second, big hands grabbed her legs and wrapped them around her waist, holding her hips and holding her like a koala.
"Zhou Tingyun! Let me go!" She hit his shoulder hard.
Along the way, Zhou Tingyun remained indifferent to her scolding. Soon, there were several teeth marks on his shoulders and neck, but he always maintained a steady pace.
The driver looked at the forced love scene performed by his boss in shock, and his heart was filled with turmoil.
Suddenly meeting the man's emotionless gaze, she snapped back to her senses, quickly opened the door, and misted the partition.
Ming Zhao was thrown into the car.
She was about to stand up angrily when the man came in. He casually tore off her tie with an expressionless face and tied her hands tightly.
"Zhou Tingyun!" Since her hands couldn't work, she used her mouth. She pounced on him and was about to bite him.
The man raised his hand and pinched her cheek, pressing his tiger's mouth against her lips.
Suddenly, I saw slightly red eyes.
He frowned, "How dare you cry?"
His voice was as cold as a knife.
Ming Zhao was so frightened by the fierceness that he seemed to be frozen, staring at him blankly.
Now that's good, just bang the sluice gate open.
The already shallow eye sockets were quickly filled with tears, which flowed out quickly and rolled down in a row.
All of them hit the back of his hand.
“…”
She felt heartbroken for a moment. Why was he being so mean to her?
The stalemate lasted less than three seconds before Zhou Tingyun had no choice but to hold her on his lap and untie her tie for her.
Ming Zhao was a delicate girl, and after a while, her skin was covered with red marks. Zhou Ting rubbed her wrist and apologized to her.
He gently lifted her face and wiped the tears rolling down her face with his fingertips, coaxing her with soft words and kissing her eyes from time to time.
The slightly cool touch falls on the red and swollen eyelids, driving away the discomfort.
Ming Zhao's brain buzzed for a moment, and her thoughts seemed to have been paused, becoming blank. She stared at him in amazement, her eyes filled with surprise and confusion.
But soon, she reacted.
Does he... think he is drunk?
Zhou Tingyun knew that she had symptoms of blackouts caused by being drunk.
Besides, he used to coax her like this.
No matter if she got hurt or encountered something sad, Zhou Tingyun would hold her on his lap, kiss her forehead, eyes, and cheeks, and comfort her not to cry.
His heart was beating so fast that it almost burst out of his chest, and Ming Zhao tightened his grip on his sleeve.
She cooperated and gradually quieted down, without making any noise or disturbance.
Soon, a low, smiling voice came to her ears, praising her—
Good boy.
The warm breath was light, but the vague and subtle sense of control made her scalp tighten.
As if to see her recover, the man wiped his hands with a disinfectant wipe, then gently pressed his cool fingertips on her eyelids and eyelashes.
It's like touching a precious doll.
There was a long pause, so long that Ming Zhao felt he was about to fall asleep, before he moved down slowly to his lips.
The sight was like substance, brushing against the lips.
Ming Zhao's eyelashes trembled slightly, and a tingling sensation ran from her heels to her spine. The warm palm holding her made her cheeks feel hot and burning.
The gentle pressure was just a gentle touch and caress at first, but gradually the force increased and turned into kneading and playing.
Even if she didn't know how obscene this action was, she should have understood -
This is definitely not something a brother should do to his sister.
Bang, bang, bang.
Her heartbeat was racing along with her adrenaline.
Deafening.
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