MTL - Mr. Zhou’s Little Cutie-Chapter 21 Uncle Zhou 'troubleshooting'

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  Chapter 21 Uncle Zhou 'Troublemaking'

  Shi Yi and Meng Ting saw the guests off outside the door, while Shi Huiting and Shi Xiao accompanied them.

  Meng Yutang went to the lounge to remove his makeup.

   "Mom and Dad, has Zhou Beicheng left? I just chatted with him a few words and then disappeared."

   Shi Xiao asked in a low voice.

   "I don't know, it's a compliment for him to come today."

   "I don't even know to tell the master when I leave, is this how the old man of the Zhou family teaches the younger generation?!"

  Shi Yi left and pushed her: "Shut up."

  Meng Ting also blurted out subconsciously, when Shi Yi said something, she immediately shut up.

  In a family of four, Shi Huiting, who was chattering all the time, was relatively quiet, standing aside without speaking.

  ——

  The Zhou Beicheng they were talking about was currently in the monitoring room on the second floor of the banquet hall, blocking Meng Yutang inside.

  Meng Yutang was deleting the monitoring about Shen Yi's appearance. Just as the two people in the monitoring room were brought down by her, the door of the monitoring room was pushed open.

With her back to the door, when she heard the sound, she turned and shot subconsciously. When she saw Zhou Beicheng's face, the strength in her hand immediately softened. .

  Shooting in such a quick time, but also retracting the force instantly after judging the person, such a reaction ability and adaptability cannot be achieved in a short while!

   "Uncle Zhou, your hands are too strong, and my hands hurt."

  She frowned in pain, but Zhou Beicheng didn't respond.

   "Nobody here."

   Zhou Beicheng looked at Meng Yu and Tang Dao without letting go.

  The implication is that there is no need to pretend to be acting, I already know that you are acting.

  Meng Yutang didn't respond either, as if he didn't understand.

  Looking at Zhou Beicheng with a smile: "Uncle Zhou, what are you talking about, there are two people asleep here."

  Zhou Beicheng looked at the two men lying on the chair behind her, their chests heaving and breathing, and they passed out.

  The chick in front of her said she was asleep without blushing.

   "Oh~ fell asleep? Why don't you wake them up, it's not good to sleep during work hours."

  Meng Yutang thought about it and smiled happily: "Okay, Uncle Zhou is thoughtful. If they are found out, they will be punished for sleeping."

   "That's right, if you are found out, you will be punished. Do you understand, little girl? En?"

   The threat of a proper uptick in the coda.

  Meng Yutang nodded and smiled sweetly: "Understood, I will definitely not sleep at work in the future, and I will not be found when I sleep! Thank you, Uncle Zhou!"

  As if he had acquired some powerful trick, his eyes were shining when he looked at Zhou Beicheng, with admiration and gratitude.

   Zhou Beicheng understood the feeling of helplessness for the first time.

  He is really a scholar who meets a soldier.

  Meng Yutang also looked at Zhou Beicheng and whispered: "Uncle Zhou, don't worry! I won't tell others, and if someone finds out, I won't say that Uncle Zhou told me! Uncle Zhou...don't worry..."

   It was difficult to say the word rest assured, because Zhou Beicheng couldn't help but reached out and pinched her cheeks.

  Meng Yutang's mouth was pinched, and she frowned aggrievedly. Her pink and tender lips looked like she wanted to be tasted, but Zhou Beicheng kept staring at her eyes and didn't see it.

   "Zhou...uncle...uncle..." called out vaguely.

"To shut up!"

  Meng Yutang's eyes were red and he looked at Zhou Beicheng aggrievedly, too frightened to speak.

   Zhou Beicheng pinched his cheeks so painfully, but Zhou Beicheng didn't even say a word for a long time.

  Meng Yutang was a little anxious. She got here by going out to help Shi Yi and Meng Ting, but she wasted so much time here.

  (end of this chapter)

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