Falling Heart

Chapter 38 Don't Covet Me

He watched her go out, and went straight to the supermarket at the entrance of the community, and came in with a bottle of Coke not long after.

Although the brim of the hat covered most of her face, Xie Mingchao could tell from her brisk steps that she was quite happy.

The source of happiness is nothing more than the bottle of fat house happy water.

"Chao Chao, you haven't slept yet?"

Chen Ziwan came out of the room rubbing her eyes, saw Xie Mingchao standing on the balcony, and asked in a hoarse voice.

"Why are you awake?" Xie Mingchao turned around and looked at Shen Qing before Shen Qing entered the third unit.

"I'll just get up and go to the bathroom." Chen Ziwan stood still in front of Xie Mingchao, tiptoed and patted the top of his head, "It's been a long time since I stood side by side with you like this. It turns out that Chaochao has grown so tall."

She sighed with emotion, "That's right, mom is always busy making money, and rarely takes care of you."

Xie Mingchao looked down at her, Qingli's face was extremely haggard, bitterness welled up, and his throat was a little dry. "It's okay, Mom, I'm studying hard, and you don't have to work so hard in the future."

"Chao Chao is really sensible," Chen Ziwan smiled tenderly, "It is my blessing to have you."

But she should be happier without him.

She was silent for a moment, then said hesitantly: "I have something to tell you."

Xie Mingchao subconsciously knew what she wanted to say, and his face turned cold, "Don't tell me."

"Chao Chao, although I also hate him, but he is your biological father after all," Chen Ziwan pursed her lips in embarrassment, "He said he could give you better educational resources and go to country B to study."

He frowned irritably, "Did he find you?"

"No, Linda told me," she explained. "Linda didn't tell him our address."

Linda is Chen Ziwan's former manager and a close friend for many years. When she had an accident, she tried her best to find evidence to defend her. Even though Xie Mingrong kept threatening, she never mentioned anything about Chen Ziwan.

Xie Mingchao helped her close the coat she was wearing, "I won't go, let him go, even if I pick up trash, I won't accept his offer."

Chen Ziwan said righteously: "With my mother around for a day, I won't let you pick up trash."

He responded with a light smile, "Okay, okay, don't pick up trash."

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Shen Qing sucked the Coke into the elevator, but before reaching the floor, the can was already empty.

She shook the empty can in disappointment, really wanting to go down and buy another one.

Looking at the face reflected on the elevator door, the naked eye can see that it is rounder than before.

"Forget it, let's control our diet."

If Gong Xiaoxiao found out that she was fat, she would be so happy that she would set off firecrackers for three days and three nights.

Looks like she needs to pick up her skipping rope again.

For the sake of the fineness of the painting, Shen Qing stayed up for half a night before finishing the painting.

She admired the painting contentedly, "Well, Xie Mingchao in the painting is much cuter than reality."

Early the next morning, Shen Qing went to school with dark circles under her eyes.

Seeing her expression, Xie Mingchao stopped flipping the book, "Did you go to be a flower picker last night?"

Shen Qing snorted expressionlessly, "If I were a flower picker, I would be the first to pick you, the flower of Gaoling."

His eyelashes trembled, and he seemed to reply calmly: "Don't covet me."

"I didn't miss you," Shen Qing looked at the girl with braids, she really looked at this side with resentment in her eyes, "I don't want to die young yet."

"I've finished your painting, but the quality of the paper is not good and I'll bring it here directly," she changed the subject, "Anyway, we live in the same community, when will you have time and I'll send it to you?"

"Well, yes, I will send you the specific address when I get home."

"In the future, don't forget the kindness of the great painter Shen." Shen Qing yawned, and threw it down on the table, "I will put my heart into your painting."

Xie Mingchao stretched his tight brows, "Okay."

The morning self-study in Class [-] was the loudest on the third floor, but Shen Qing was too sleepy, so she ignored the morning reading and fell asleep directly.

He stopped reciting and glanced sideways at her.

Her eyes were dark blue, obviously she didn't sleep well last night.

Xie Mingchao was looking forward to the meticulous painting she mentioned.

It happened that the bakery opened today, and many students from Yunhe No. [-] Middle School ran to the back street after school at noon.

Xie Mingchao was also in the team, and he checked Shen Qing's circle of friends.She rarely posts news, and the one post is related to food and scenery.

He saw her reply in the post half a year ago: Tiramisu is really yyds!It would be nice if you could eat it every day.

Occasionally, the Bakery is a national chain store, the first in Kyoto, so many people come here admiringly.

Xie Mingchao has done his homework. There are a lot of people at the opening meeting today, and many desserts are limited. He has made an appointment in advance and can still grab a copy.

He took out a peaked cap from the drawer, it was the one Shen Qing put on his head last time and forgot to take it back.

Well, it will come in handy this time.

(End of this chapter)