Chapter 10 Men are so fickle
When discussing what the most socially deadly thing in the world is, Ming Zhao feels that "calling your brother husband" should have a place.
Her fingertips curled up and she wanted to bury herself in embarrassment.
It was too late to withdraw, so I quickly explained that I sent it to the wrong person.
Seeing that Zhou Tingyun hadn't replied for a long time, I thought it would be okay to comfort myself.
But the next second, the knock on the door sounded again.
“…”
Ming Zhao got scared this time and got out of bed and opened the door.
"Come with me to the study." A cold voice sounded above his head.
Ming Zhao lowered his head and walked obediently behind him, but secretly cursed him for being old-fashioned in his heart.
*
"Close the door and come here."
Ming Zhao pursed his lips, closed the door reluctantly, and then moved over reluctantly.
She stood in front of Zhou Tingyun, staring down at her own plush slippers, pinching them with her fingers.
"Are you still in contact with Gu He?" the man's voice was cold.
...?
Ming Zhao's mind went blank for a moment. Gu... what He? It sounded familiar, but who was it?
The young lady had completely forgotten about this person and was a little confused at the moment, "What..."
In Zhou Tingyun's eyes, it was seen as a cover-up for guilty conscience.
"Ming Zhao." His tone was warning.
The eldest lady, who was not at all aggressive, widened her eyes instantly and raised her voice in grievance, "I just said I sent it to the wrong person, what are you doing!"
It’s just “husband”, I didn’t mean it!
Zhou Tingyun's expression was calm, and he ignored her temper and asked in a low voice.
“Who was it originally intended to be sent to?”
The cold and scrutinizing gaze finally made Ming Zhao realize that the atmosphere was not right. She pinched the edge of her skirt in a somewhat helpless manner, and her momentum weakened.
"Lin, Lin Zhiwei, I'm chatting with her."
Zhou Tingyun stared at her for a few seconds, his expression unremarkable. He opened his thin lips and said, "Give me the phone."
How can I show off my best friend’s chat history?
She immediately refused. "No."
The man's eyes darkened.
He really didn't understand what went wrong. His sister, whom he had spoiled with all his heart and had been raised in luxury, was actually kidnapped by a poor boy so easily.
Zhou Tingyun calmly suppressed his emotions, not wanting the dispute to lead to a bad outcome.
"Ming Zhao," he said with a little more patience, "You can have a relationship, but at least let me check the other person's personality first."
"You and Gu He are not suitable."
He is so poor that he doesn't even have the qualifications to marry into the wife's family.
……ah?
Ming Zhao was incredulous when he heard this.
At this moment, she finally connected with Zhou Tingyun's channel.
What the hell is going on? He actually thought he was secretly chatting with Gu He and even called that guy husband?
Feeling insulted, she said anxiously, "I don't even—"
When she met the man's gaze, her voice stopped abruptly.
"No what?" he asked.
Ming Zhao pursed her lips, her pretty and delicate eyebrows filled with distress, not knowing how to explain.
Is she saying that she doesn't like him at all, but just feels that Zhou Tingyun is about to abandon her and go to the Zhou family, leaving her alone, so she chases after a decent-looking guy to fall in love with him to change her mood?
Wouldn't that be even more unacceptable to the old-fashioned ones?
And the key point is——
She is still angry, okay!
Who was he to question her?
"None of your business."
Thinking of this, Ming Zhao turned around and walked away very firmly, but the next second, his wrist was grabbed again.
His hands were much bigger than hers, with long, slender knuckles that could easily wrap around her wrists, holding them so tightly that she couldn't break free.
Ming Zhao felt rebellious and frowned, trying to pry his fingers apart angrily. "Let me go."
His nails accidentally scratched a red mark, but the force was not painful at all. Zhou Tingyun looked coldly at the struggling girl.
The beautiful long, curled eyelashes fluttered like a bird flapping its wings to break free from his palm and fly away, pecking away a piece of his heart.
The nameless restlessness that surged in his heart needed to be soothed by nicotine. He never smoked in front of her. He exerted a little force with his hands and brought her in front of him.
He raised his hand and pinched her jaw to hold it in place.
The force wasn't strong, but it was enough to make it impossible for the person to move or break free.
"Ming Zhao." His eyes were dark and gloomy, darker than the night, but his tone was very light.
"You can do whatever you want, whatever you want."
The fingertips gently rubbed, like an order or a warning.
A vague sense of control.
"Don't associate with him anymore."
*
The distance is too close.
A low, cold voice fell, and the warmth of the fingertips burned his cheeks. Ming Zhao's chin was forced to lift up, and his pupils dilated slightly as he looked up.
The tall figure enveloped her completely, and the slightly bitter scent of agarwood lingered in her breath, invading and enveloping her. The oppressive gaze made it difficult for her to breathe.
Mingzhao had never seen Zhou Tingyun like this before.
The fingertips hanging at her sides curled up, her palms were sweating, her throat was dry from inexplicable nervousness, and the back of her head was numb.
My head was like gurgling boiling porridge, and I was so dizzy that I couldn't think at all.
"Brother...brother."
She subconsciously called him, trying to find a sense of security in this most familiar name.
The air was still for a moment.
The man was silent for a few seconds and then let go of his hand.
He rubbed her skin, which was lightly marked with fingerprints, soothingly with his fingertips, and kept a certain distance from her.
The feeling of oppression disappeared, the stagnation began to flow again, Ming Zhao's pounding heartbeat returned to normal, and he realized that a thin layer of sweat had already seeped out of the back of his neck.
I didn't stand there for long before I couldn't help shivering when the wind blew.
Zhou Tingyun frowned, "Cold?"
Ming Zhao placed the back of his broad hand on her cheek to test its temperature and glanced at Zhou Tingyun quietly. He looked calm, just like usual.
Still her most trusted look.
Ming Zhao shook his head and said he wasn't cold, treating everything that had just happened as an illusion and putting it out of his mind.
She had a bad memory and a big heart, and soon she clung to him again as if nothing had happened, resting her cheek against the back of his hand and asked tentatively.
"You said it? I can do whatever I want."
Like a kitten who only remembers food but not beatings.
Zhou Tingyun lowered his eyes to look at her and motioned her to continue.
She immediately poked his shirt pocket, tilted her head back and blinked her eyes, her hint was obvious.
Zhou Tingyun took out his mobile phone, opened the WeChat interface, and handed it to her.
The note has already been changed back.
The bright smile made the girl's eyes look particularly clear. She hummed that this was good enough and sweetly took his arm.
"I don't even have his WeChat. It's really just an internet meme," she said, shaking him. "If you don't believe me, go ask Lin Zhiwei."
His gaze lingered on her face, confirming there was no sign of lying, before he softened his expression.
He raised his hand and rubbed her head.
"Well, go to bed."
? ?
that's all?
Ming Zhao glared at him: "You're so mean and you're gone after misunderstanding me? I haven't forgiven you yet."
It was indeed his fault. Zhou Tingyun asked, "What do you want?"
"I was almost asleep, and you called me over," Ming Zhao demanded reasonably, "Now you have to take responsibility for sending me back."
Even the distance of just a few steps can be used as an example.
Zhou Tingyun responded to her childishness and said, "Let's go."
But before he had taken a few steps, he saw her collapse on the sofa, acting pretentiously and acting like a spoiled child.
"Oh, I'm so tired. I can't walk anymore."
Zhou Tingyun was a little amused, "...So?"
"You carry me."
"Ming Zhao, how old are you?"
Ming Zhao hummed and took out his mobile phone to play a video. In the video, a woman's voice was rhythmic and affectionate.
"In your parents' eyes, you will always be a child who never grows up..."
I don’t know how long I have kept it, but I deliberately waited until today to take it out and use it.
Zhou Tingyun said calmly: "It seems to have nothing to do with me."
Ming Zhao said seriously, "As the saying goes, an elder brother is like a father."
Seeing that he was unmoved, she sighed and used the same trick again.
"Men are so fickle. When we were little, he let me ride a horse, but now he won't even carry me on his back. It's so hurtful. Do you have another sister outside?"
“…”
She got what she wanted again. She lay on Zhou Tingyun's back with a smile, hugged his neck, and did not forget to remind him.
"Slippers, slippers!"
Zhou Tingyun held her plush slippers in one hand and supported her with the other as they walked out.
Then I ran into Aunt Lin in the corridor.
Aunt Lin:?
Seeing the two of them reconcile, she felt relieved and at the same time didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Zhao Zhao, why are you bothering your brother again?"
Ming Zhao swung his legs proudly, smiling, "Good night, Aunt Lin."
"Okay, okay, good night, Zhao Zhao. You should go to bed early too."
Aunt Lin was very happy and gave Zhou Tingyun an appreciative look. That's right, this is what helps to maintain family harmony.
Zhou Tingyun: “…”
After sending the person to bed, Zhou Tingyun bent down to put slippers in place and warned: "Don't play with your phone too late."
Ming Zhao stretched out his voice and said, "I know. Good night, brother."
After the door closed, Ming Zhao took out his cell phone and saw a bunch of messages from Lin Zhiwei asking her why she suddenly disappeared.
Send the screenshot immediately.
I was going to send this to you! Cat falls to the ground.jpg
Lin Zhiwei: [This is so funny. Then, what was your brother's reaction?]
Ming Zhao: [How else could he react? He actually thought I sent this to Gu He and gave me a lecture. / Crying, please, if he hadn't mentioned it, I wouldn't have even remembered him!]
Lin Zhiwei: [Really? I'm the most promising upstart in tech right now. I heard he'll be there tomorrow too.]
Ming Zhao's mood remained unchanged.
She was attracted to his face and he needed her money. Although they both got what they wanted, she at least took it seriously.
Who would have thought that in his eyes it all became an insult and a charity.
How could someone use her money to support Qingmei's schooling and then blame her?
Ming Zhao was so angry that he pounded his pillow when he thought of this.
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