Chapter 81 Where do you want to go?
Even though Ming Zhao seemed to be extremely resistant, his arms were no match for Zhou Tingyun's thighs, and he was still easily carried on Zhou Tingyun's lap during lunch.
"I can eat by myself." She said with a straight face.
Zhou Tingyun seemed to be oblivious to her protest, and his slender fingers gently twisted away the hair stuck to her skirt.
"Little sweetheart, you used to cry and ask me to hold you and feed you before you would eat."
"You were talking about the past. People change." She argued.
Indeed, people change.
But Zhou Tingyun didn't care and just asked.
"Would you like to try the coconut milk jelly first?"
“…” Ming Zhao pursed his lips and held on for only a few seconds.
"……want."
The coconut milk jelly has a delicate texture and a strong milky aroma, and is very delicious, but Ming Zhao still continues with her plan.
She no longer pestered Zhou Tingyun for hugs and kisses, and occasionally stared at the sea. At night, she rolled out of his arms and went to sleep next to the bed.
She played the role of the absent-minded bad girl to perfection.
Unfortunately, the results were minimal.
Zhou Tingyun acted like nothing happened, forcing her to eat, play games, watch movies, and sleep...
He turned a deaf ear to her declarations of wanting to go home and let time pass.
Ming Zhao's anger grew stronger and stronger.
Zhou Tingyun pushed the door open and came in. His eyes paused slightly, then he walked to the bed and sat down.
He raised his hand and patted the bulge.
"Go on a hunger strike with me?"
The group was quiet for a moment.
Remembering the time he was spanked for going on a hunger strike as a child, Ming Zhao threw back the quilt and sat up.
Angry, "I don't want to stay here anymore!"
Zhou Tingyun nodded.
"Then let's go for a walk on the beach later."
?
Ming Zhao: "I want to go back to my country!"
"What are you going back to China for?" He raised his hand to smooth the wrinkles on her collar, and said calmly, "Are you looking for your brother Mu Qing?"
She smiled so brightly at Lin Muqing, but lost her patience with him in less than a month.
A young girl's heart is always changing. The sweet words of wanting to be part of his family may be sincere at the time, but how long can they last?
Ming Zhao was very angry.
He is planning to break up with me, so what difference does it make if it's a day earlier or later? Why am I still jealous of Lin Muqing?
Clutching the quilt with her fingertips, Ming Zhao thought, she could dump Zhou Tingyun, but Zhou Tingyun must not dump her first.
She decided to strike first.
So at night, while Zhou Tingyun was not in the room, she began to secretly pack her luggage.
Open the wardrobe, take out the clothes one by one, and throw them into the suitcase.
There are also bags, jewelry, etc.
Suddenly, I pricked up my ears and heard some noise coming from the corridor.
She immediately kicked the box behind her and hid it.
As soon as Zhou Tingyun came in, his eyes fell on the bed and he saw that the girl was already curled up in the quilt.
Just as he was about to approach, something seemed to flash in his peripheral vision. He paused and glanced at the wardrobe.
A little corner of white clothes was not tucked in and was stuck in the gap of the cabinet door.
The lights were turned off and the room fell into darkness.
This was the first time in these days that Ming Zhao took the initiative to get into a man's arms.
"Why are you so good today?" Zhou Tingyun kissed her lips, his voice low and magnetic.
Ming Zhao just wanted to piss Zhou Tingyun off, she didn't really want to leave. She thought that running away after the kiss would definitely make people feel even more disappointed, and she would probably make him very angry tomorrow.
So he took the initiative to meet him.
Zhou Tingyun chuckled and kissed her, his warm palm resting on her cheek.
——
The next day.
It was just dawn and a thin mist covered the sea like a veil.
Ming Zhao struggled to keep his eyelids open as they fought to stop.
There was no one around me, probably because I went to the gym in the morning.
She immediately got out of bed, washed up, then dragged out her suitcase and walked to the door of the room.
He stuck his head out and looked left and right in the corridor.
It shouldn't be so soon to finish at the gym.
Thinking this way, he still looked around vigilantly, fearing that Zhou Tingyun would suddenly appear from somewhere.
After moving carefully all the way, I finally reached the gate.
Ming Zhao grabbed the door handle and pressed it.
No response.
Looking closely, I found that the smart lock was locked from the inside.
She quickly tried facial recognition, but failed.
Fingerprint authentication also failed.
How is that possible?
Ming Zhao stood there fiddling with it for a long time and tried several more times, but still got the error.
Just when she was getting anxious, she suddenly felt warmth on her back.
The familiar breath made her body stiffen.
A big palm covered the back of her hand, and Ming Zhao was half-encircled in his arms, shrouded by the tall figure.
"Baby," the man's voice was mellow and gentle beside my ear, "Where are you going with your suitcase?"
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