Chapter 60 How Do You Want to Help?
The calendar keeps turning pages, and there is still half a month left until New Year's Day.
Outside the window, it was already winter, covered with a thin layer of snow, and the sky was a dark gray crab shell blue.
When Ming Zheng called via video, Ming Zhao was nestled in Zhou Tingyun's arms and kissing him, like a kitten's tail touching the water surface, creating ripples.
The man's broad palm covered the slender waist, gently stroking the small and cute waist.
The kiss moved down along the corner of her lips, and as her clothes were lifted, a bell rang.
Ming Zhao's body suddenly stiffened, and she immediately got off Zhou Tingyun in a panic. The man slowly smoothed her clothes and tidied them up.
She took a few deep breaths, trying to appear calm, before answering the video call.
Ming Zheng came to discuss the New Year's Eve trip and asked her to invite Lin Muqing to join them.
"Huh?" Ming Zhao's eyes widened slightly when he heard his mother's words.
He glanced at Zhou Tingyun sitting next to him without leaving any trace, and said, "Let's not do it."
Ming Zheng was very surprised. "Why, did you have a fight with Mu Qing?"
The girl quickly denied, "No, I..."
She couldn't find a reason for a moment.
Seeing her daughter's nervous look, Ming Zheng couldn't help but laugh, with a hint of understanding.
She jokingly said, "Baby, do you have a boyfriend? Then bring your boyfriend over, it will be the same."
Ming Zhao's heart trembled slightly.
She felt inexplicably weak and subconsciously raised her eyes to meet Zhou Tingyun's deep gaze.
As if burned, his eyes looked away in panic.
She pursed her lips slightly, and after a moment, she said in a very small voice, "No, Mommy."
It sounded like the buzzing of a mosquito, as if it was afraid of being heard by the people around it.
Zhou Tingyun still sat there calmly, glanced at her, his black eyes seemed to be dyed with ink.
Since she didn't have a boyfriend, Ming Zheng hoped that they could have more contact, so she made the decision directly.
Lin Muqing was naturally very happy.
He came to the old house to chat and eat with Mingzhao every day, and Mr. Zhou even wanted him to move in.
However, Zhou Tingyun, who usually keeps his emotions secret, showed a rare hint of gloom and silently shut his mouth.
Zhou Tingyun's gaze slowly swept across Ming Zhao opposite him. At this moment, the girl was like a little fox with its neck pinched, with her eyes lowered and not daring to look at him at all.
Lin Muqing had no idea what was going on and was still smiling as she picked out fish bones for Ming Zhao.
After all, this is how Zhou Tingyun took care of her when he was in school.
Ming Zhao felt like a thorn in his back.
After dinner, Lin Muqing suggested that everyone watch a movie together, as if he wanted to catch up on all the things he and his sister had not done.
In the audio-visual room, Mingzhao has Zhou Tingyun on his left and Lin Muqing on his right.
She was worried that Lin Muqing would pick out Ran Dong.
Fortunately it’s not.
Although it’s not, the more I look at it, the more it seems wrong.
Atmospheric lyrical music sounded, and when Ming Zhao saw the heroine kissing the hero who was fostered in his home on the lips, he almost wanted to bury himself.
"Who would go and see it in person..." Lin Muqing chuckled, "The movie is too exaggerated."
“…” Ming Zhao pursed his lips and said nothing.
He looked at Ming Zhao with some curiosity, "Right?"
Ming Zhao: “…Yeah.”
Stop talking.
The next second after she responded, without any warning, a warm palm covered her leg.
Ming Zhao seemed to be suddenly startled by something and quickly closed his legs reflexively.
Suddenly, the body stiffened.
The bony hands were tightly clamped in the middle, and the heat quickly spread to the sensitive inner thighs, which was both lewd and dangerous.
He moved slightly, and Ming Zhao's cheeks immediately turned red. He frantically tried to pull his hand, but was held by him.
He slowly and gently intertwined his fingers with hers, and gently stroked her knuckles with his fingertips, with an indescribable intimacy and ambiguity.
Lin Muqing was still curious about the neighbor's sister's ideal type, "What about Zhao Zhao, does she have a boyfriend?"
Ming Zhao paused in his struggle and hesitated for a moment, "...No."
As soon as he finished speaking, an ambiguous laugh came from beside him.
Her hand was released.
…
The room was very quiet, and the dark-colored furniture seemed even more depressing and dull, as if covered by a layer of damp and cold fog.
The man leaned back in his chair casually, seemingly relaxed, but his eyes and brows were filled with a hint of depression.
Suddenly, the door was quietly opened a narrow crack, like a hole carefully torn open in the dark night.
Ming Zhao quickly came in.
Hearing the noise, Zhou Tingyun raised his eyes and stared at her quietly.
The girl had a flattering smile on her face, like a well-behaved kitten. She walked up and sat in his arms familiarly, her slender white arms gently wrapping around him like vines wrapped around a tree.
She raised her little face and leaned in to kiss him.
However, Zhou Tingyun seemed to have anticipated this and turned his head slightly to avoid her kiss.
His lips brushed against his slightly cool chin.
The atmosphere was stagnant for a moment.
The young lady was stunned for a long time before she realized that she was rejected. She immediately widened her watery eyes, full of disbelief.
She complained and felt extremely wronged: "Zhou Tingyun, you don't love me anymore! You've fallen in love with someone else so quickly!"
Zhou Tingyun looked indifferent when facing her performance.
How else could he love her?
She asked for an underground relationship.
He could understand that she was young and would be worried and afraid, which was normal.
But she obviously had no plans for the future and was just looking for the pleasure of being in love with him.
Zhou Tingyun's eyes were dark and cold, but his voice was calm and soothing.
He said calmly, "Does Zhao Zhao really want to be with me, or does she just think this kind of relationship is exciting and interesting?"
Ming Zhao was frightened by his slightly serious words and blinked slowly.
She called him in a soft voice while hugging his arms.
The man didn't say anything.
She knew the reason and whispered, "Let's talk about it on New Year's Day, okay?"
She went to kiss his Adam's apple, but seeing that he remained indifferent, she bit her lower lip lightly.
She placed her hand on it and gently rubbed his thigh wrapped in his suit pants.
He whispered wetly, "Don't be angry."
Unintentionally catching a glimpse of the obvious changes, the girl's beautiful eyes finally broke into a smile.
She sat astride the man, her silk nightgown piled up, her legs pressed against the dark, expensive fabric, making her look even whiter, softer, and more delicate.
The clear pupils were pure and innocent, but the words that came out were completely different.
With her head tilted slightly, her eyes seemed filled with innocence and innocence, and she slowly asked, "What's wrong with you?"
His fingertips touched the metal buckle of his belt.
"Do you want Zhao Zhao to help you?"
She met the man's frighteningly dark eyes, her smile became even sweeter and brighter, with a charming crimson hook at the end of her eye, staring straight at him.
Jiaojiao's tone was drawn out, like the fine sweet threads of honey, gently wrapped around his heart.
Zhou Tingyun knew that she was trying to change the subject, but his lust was still surging.
The more suppressed one is, the colder the voice becomes.
"How do you want to help?"
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