Chapter 87 New Year, New Atmosphere
New year, new atmosphere.
The New Year atmosphere in North City is particularly strong. Streets and alleys are festooned with lights and festive decorations, while vendors pushing carts selling New Year goods shout out their wares, creating a lively atmosphere.
Fireworks and firecrackers are piled up in the yard, and the island counter is filled with New Year's goods.
Zhou Tingyun gave each of them a red envelope of 50,000 yuan and let them go home for the New Year.
Everyone in the villa was in a joyful mood and was happily saying auspicious words.
After everyone left, Ming Zhao quietly approached him and then slipped out from in front of him.
"Where's mine?" the girl blinked.
The one-shoulder burgundy knitted sweater makes her skin look radiant.
The thin necklace around her neck was adorned with a pigeon-blood red pendant, a New Year's gift from him.
"Under the pillow." Zhou Tingyun fixed her hair and said with a smile as he did in previous years, "Remember to put it under your pillow when you sleep."
Lucky money, as the name suggests.
Ming Zhao groaned, his brows furrowed slightly. "Did you put it on my pillow?"
Then she gestured stealthily for him to come closer.
Zhou Tingyun thought she had something important to say, so he leaned over and lowered his head.
I heard her say.
"But I want to sleep in your bed."
Looking at the girl again, he nodded without changing his expression.
"You can bring it to my place tonight."
“…”
Ming Zhao pretended to shake his head and sigh.
"Brother, I suddenly miss the way you used to talk about this and that."
Zhou Tingyun smiled, "That's a pity, baby."
"It's too late to regret now."
Ming Zhao hummed a few times and hugged his waist.
"I don't regret it."
After a while, she raised her face.
"Zhou Tingyun, why don't you kiss me?"
When Ming Zheng came down from upstairs, she just happened to catch a glimpse of the island platform. Her bony hands were tightly covering Ming Zhao's lower back.
She considerately stepped back a few steps.
Knowing it in your heart is one thing, seeing it with your own eyes is another.
It's still a bit shocking when a son becomes a son-in-law.
It was also her fault that she didn't care enough about Ming Zhao and ignored the signs of deterioration in their relationship.
Forget it, if Xin Mian were still alive, he would probably force her into an arranged marriage.
Ming Zheng waited for a long time to comfort herself, but the two of them were still inseparable.
I had no choice but to cough a few times and deliberately increase my pace.
The next second, Ming Zhao immediately got out of Zhou Tingyun's arms in panic, covered his mouth and ran to sit on the sofa.
Separated by a galaxy of distance.
Ming Zheng pretended not to see anything and greeted naturally.
"Go wash your hands and start making dumplings."
"Oh...oh." Ming Zhao responded quickly and walked quickly towards the kitchen.
Zhou Tingyun followed her in and closed the door casually.
The water was running, and after she washed her hands, she suddenly caught a glimpse of the lipstick on the corner of the man's lips.
With his ears flushed, he pulled out a tissue, pulled the person down a little, and wiped him clean carefully.
Zhou Tingyun cooperated with her movements.
When he lowered his eyes to look at her, a faint shadow was cast on his lower eyelid.
The eyebrows and eyes appear more profound.
When their eyes met, Ming Zhao felt a little dizzy.
Gradually, the air inexplicably became sticky, as if covered with a layer of syrup.
The oxygen supply is running low.
Ming Zhao seriously suspected that Zhou Tingyun was a catnip produced specifically for her.
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On New Year’s Eve, fireworks at midnight bloom in the night sky outside the window.
The task of staying up late to celebrate the New Year was completed. Ming Zheng was not as good as the young people in staying up late, so after asking Zhou Tingyun to take good care of Ming Zhao, she went to rest.
Ming Zhao drank some wine and was a little tipsy, staggering back and forth with a flushed face.
She leaned softly on Zhou Tingyun's shoulder and sang along with the TV, "Unforgettable Tonight——"
She also asked Zhou Tingyun for his evaluation with an expectant look, "Is it good?"
The man smiled and pinched her chin, then lowered his head and kissed her for a while, "Nice."
Then he asked her, "Are you sleepy?"
Ming Zhao shook his head.
Thinking of something, she straightened up with shining eyes and lay on his back.
"I'm going to your room."
Her cheek was pressed tightly against his neck, her hot breath patting against her skin.
I also urged him to remember to bring the red envelope.
Zhou Tingyun carried her upstairs, put her on his bed, and went out to get her red envelope.
Ming Zhao stood up with great interest and looked again at the room where Zhou Tingyun had lived since he was a child.
The awards on the wall are not his, but hers.
The framed photo on the table is her high school graduation photo.
Open the drawer and you will see all kinds of strange handicrafts piled up inside.
Ming Zhao couldn't even remember what many of them were, and could only vaguely make out a messy scarf.
There are also wish redemption coupons and obedience coupons.
These random coupons were given to Zhou Tingyun along with the gifts on his birthday.
Every time she gave them out, she vowed that as long as he took out these coupons, she would fulfill his wish or absolutely listen to him.
It became clear that she had never kept her promise.
When Zhou Tingyun walked in, he saw Ming Zhao stuffing the familiar colorful hand-painted note back into the drawer and closing it, with a guilty look on his face.
He put her red envelope under the pillow and asked knowingly, "What are you looking at?"
Ming Zhao snuggled into his arms, trying to confuse him.
"Nothing."
Fireworks are still going off outside the window.
Zhou Tingyun kissed her earlobe.
"Zhao Zhao, pick one."
The girl's fingertips were pink and steaming.
He pulled it away tremblingly.
The childish handwriting wrote the obedience certificate.
"Using this obedience voucher, I can be obedient for an hour." He read the words on the note with an ambiguous tone.
"Is that so? Will the baby be obedient?"
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