Falling Heart

Chapter 43 I Can Be More Unlucky

What she has been looking at all day long, no wonder she has such a rich imagination.

Shen Qing was not hungry at first, but when he smelled the aroma of barbecue, his hunger was instantly magnified.

Xie Mingchao picked up a bunch, "I used to work here, and the employees got a [-]% discount, so I brought her here."

"Your business is really extensive, and you are also a resident singer at a bar and a guy at a barbecue stall." Shen Qing ate two skewers in one bite, her mouth was vague, "What else do you want?"

He replied quietly: "Anyone who can make money will be."

In order to relieve Chen Ziwan's pressure, he used to go out to work part-time on weekends.Since he entered the second year of high school this year, Chen Ziwan strongly urged him to rest only after studying with peace of mind.

Shen Qing recalled growing up carefree in the past 17 years, never having any material troubles, and suddenly felt that the mutton skewers in her mouth were tasteless.

"That..." She swallowed the last sip with difficulty, and said tentatively, "Have you thought about buying lottery tickets again?"

Xie Mingchao paused while shaking the chili bottle, then raised his eyelids calmly to look at her, "I believe that things like luck obey the conservation of energy, and if you spend too much, you will become unlucky."

Shen Qing was confident and confident: "But I have studied hard for ten years, and I rely on luck."

"So the price of the exchange is your IQ," he continued, "you've had enough bad luck recently."

She thought about what happened after she helped Xie Mingchao fill in the lottery numbers, and it was indeed unfortunate.

Being entangled by Zhou Chen, twisting his waist, having a cold and fever, and breaking his ankle...

Shen Qing looked up at the sky, the cloud just covered the last ray of light, and the hot weather was a bit cooler.

When he looked back again, Xie Mingchao lowered his eyes, as if he was distracted by the empty disk.

She suddenly slapped the table hard, the low table trembled, and the bottles and jars on the table made a clanging sound.

The boss frowned and looked over on tiptoe, "Little girl, be careful, that's my treasure!"

Xie Mingchao moved his eyelids slightly, then raised them slightly, "What do you want to do?"

Shen Qing put on an expression of resignation to death, and straightened her back, "For your better life, I can be more unlucky!"

She raised her eyebrows excitedly, "Shall we go buy a lottery?"

Xie Mingchao ignored her and hooked his hand at the boss, "Pay the bill."

He fumbled in his pocket, frowning.

Sensing his strangeness, Shen Qing just took out her coin purse and unzipped it, "Use me..."

Before the money was warmed up in her hand, a gust of wind blew by her side, and when she looked into her hand again, it was empty.

The person who snatched her coin purse even turned around and stuck out her tongue to provoke her, so angry that she cursed regardless of her image: "Your uncle, pay me back!"

Shen Qing stood up abruptly, and only took two steps before Xie Mingchao grabbed her wrist.

"You sit, I'll go."

He buckled his hat again, and chased the thief in the direction in which he was fleeing.

She was worried and wanted to follow, but the boss hurriedly stopped her: "Hey, you two have to stay here alone."

"Do you think we will eat the overlord's meal?" Shen Qing turned her head and glanced at him, "Xie Mingchao worked for you before, but you still can't trust his character?"

The boss smiled awkwardly and rubbed his hands, "It's because of the familiarity that I have to be more careful. People are unpredictable."

She caught a glimpse of the mobile phone in the boss's hand and ran over quickly.

He was so frightened that he reached out to snatch it, "What are you doing, little girl?"

"You don't call the police when you meet a thief?" Shen Qing turned sideways to avoid it, took the boss's index finger and pressed it on the fingerprint lock, and quickly dialed 110.

After reporting the address, she hung up the phone and returned the phone to him.

She took out a few pieces of paper to wipe her hands in disgust, "It's all oil, it's so greasy."

The boss clicked his tongue in displeasure, "What do you know? This is called the fireworks of life!"

"The oily smoke is about the same."

Shen Qing waited anxiously on the spot for a moment, and Xie Mingchao's figure appeared at the corner of the street, from far to near.

He threw the change bag to her, "It's a lot."

She looked back, "What about the thief?"

Xie Mingchao sat down at the table, "There are police patrolling at the intersection, so I'll leave it to them."

Shen Qing happened to have a reason to pay, so she took out one hundred and handed it to the boss, "There's no need to look for it."

"Your money came from a strong wind? Even if it's 99 yuan, that dime has the meaning of being recovered."

Xie Mingchao's tone was so cold that he seemed to be educating a disobedient child.

She relented, "Well, you're right."

The corners of the boss's raised mouth shrunk again, "Xiao Xie is really rigid."

Shen Qing tugged at the change he was unwilling to hand over, "Boss, please let go."

He snorted reluctantly, "The rich lady is still short of this money?"

"Bad." She withdrew the money and put it in her bag, "This is the basis for changing from less to more."

When Shen Qing passed by Xie Mingchao's side, she tapped on the table, "Go, let's make a fortune."

Watched by the boss with puzzled eyes, the two left the stall one after the other.

"Huh, this kid is really lucky, this time he has another Bai Fumei next to him." He continued to grill skewers indignantly, "When will I be favored by a rich woman?"

Shen Qing had seen a lottery station when she first arrived, and when she saw the congratulations scrolling on the big screen, she nodded firmly.

"Okay, the next one is us!"

Xie Mingchao called out to her, "Wait a minute, Shen Qing."

She had already stepped up the stairs and turned to look at him, "What's wrong?"

It was only then that Shen Qing realized that he had been lowering the brim of his hat, so he simply leaned forward and took off his hat when he wasn't prepared.

The few clear scratches on the forehead were still faintly oozing blood, he didn't expect to be caught off guard, so he hurriedly snatched back the hat and buckled it back.

Her voice was suddenly serious, "You were arrested by him?"

Xie Mingchao took two steps back, leaving the range she could reach, "Small injury."

Shen Qing jumped down from the steps, her tone hurried: "Then let's go to the hospital to treat the wound first."

"Don't make such a fuss, it's normal for a boy to get hurt a little bit," he said casually, and he stepped in front of her with his long legs, "I got into a fight when I was in a bar before, and I was injured by a broken wine bottle, and now the back of my neck is still intact." There's a scar."

"Really?" She walked around behind him in doubt, "You squat down and let me have a look."

Xie Mingchao raised his jaw towards the stairs, "You stand up."

Shen Qing stood up as promised, he turned around and brushed up his hair as promised.

She didn't have to go to look at it deliberately, but she could spot the scar hidden on the back of her neck at a glance, and the end was just hidden in the root of the black hair.

Unless it is usually lying on his shoulder, this scar is really hard to attract attention.

Although he didn't care about these scratches, but the injury was caused by her, Shen Qing felt guilty and restless.

"Then you wait here."

Xie Mingchao watched her walk towards the opposite pharmacy, and after a while she came out with a box of Band-Aids.

She went back to the stairs and faced him with a straight face: "Don't move around."

　Lottery shop owner: Do you two buy lottery tickets?Can you stop throwing dog food at my door?
　　
　
(End of this chapter)