God is finally with me

Chapter 102 Swallowing Your Breath [1 More]

When Qin Momo heard that dinner had already been eaten, she suddenly felt very depressed.

She was thinking back, did someone ask her to eat just now?Or did she not hear?
She clearly remembered that there was no knock on the door of the study, and no one asked her to eat.

They didn't give her food on purpose. Thinking of this, Qin Momo was wronged, her nose was sour, and she felt like crying.

But she held back, because this is not her and Chen Chen's home, but Madam Ling's territory.

Don't let her cry in her place, don't let her read jokes, don't let her underestimate herself.

Therefore, she suppressed her grievances, and asked calmly, "Why didn't anyone ask me to eat?"

When Aunt Lan was in a dilemma and didn't know how to explain this matter to Qin Momo, Mrs. Ling walked up the stairs slowly, followed by Xiao Xia.

Qin Momo looked at Mrs. Ling and almost hated her to death. She thought to herself, why is there such a disgusting middle-aged woman.

What annoyed her the most was that in the early hours of the morning, she didn't care about her, didn't come to ask her to eat, and didn't think about who she was punished for copying the house rules.

Madam Ling looked at the angry Qin Momo, rolled her eyes, and said, "During your pretend pregnancy, you ate so many supplements. It's not too much to starve you, right? Those things are for children. How much do you eat?" It’s not good if it’s too late, it’s better to go hungry for a few meals and adjust your body.”

Listening to Mrs. Ling's explanation, Qin Momo was about to explode, and for a while, she couldn't find a reason to attack her back.

After all, she has eaten a lot of good things in the past few months, and she spent all the Ling family's money, okay!She ignored it.

Don't eat if you don't eat, she won't starve to death after a meal.

So, she turned around and walked into the study angrily, and slammed the door shut with a "bang".

"Cut!" Madam Ling looked at Qin Momo and cut coldly, fighting with her was still far away!
Even if she can't force Qin Momo to divorce Chen Chen now, it will make her very angry.

However, Mrs. Ling's scheme also succeeded. After entering the study, Qin Momo stood in front of the desk, grinding ink desperately, tears streaming out uncontrollably. In the end, she couldn't hold back and cried anyway.

She didn't cry because of the meal, but because Madam Ling's behavior made her feel aggrieved.

And that stinky early morning, who didn't even come to help her, Qin Momo angrily raised her hand and smashed the ink stick into the inkstone.

In an instant, the ink in the inkstone splattered everywhere, causing black spots on Qin Momo's skirt and some black ink on his face.

But on the desk, the page she had just copied was also splattered with ink.

Qin Momo looked at the ink, and angrily threw the piece of rice paper full of family rules into the trash can.

Just as she was throwing out the trash, a thought of taking revenge on Madam Ling suddenly flashed through her mind.

So, she suddenly sat back on the antique rosewood chair, grabbed the brush, and dipped some ink into the inkstone.

Then, he sprinkled it on the desk unceremoniously, pretending to be apologetic on his face, and said to himself in surprise: Oops!I didn't mean it!

Later, she rubbed the ink harder, but her main purpose changed. After she wrote a few words, she spilled the ink on the desk, or got up and sprinkled it on the bookshelf.

And on the walls and floors, anyway, except for the screen she likes, it has been spilled everywhere.

She was so nonsense that at ten o'clock in the evening, she had only finished copying four copies of the house rules.

But her mood improved abnormally. It is true that people will be happy when they do bad things.

At 11:30 in the evening, Qin Momo hadn't finished copying the fifth set of house rules, and her stomach was screaming with hunger. She rubbed her stomach, really wanting to eat.

But she didn't dare to go downstairs to look for it. She knew that Mrs. Ling would definitely not leave edible food in the kitchen.

Even if there were snacks at home, they must have been hidden. Thinking of this, Qin Momo became angry again, in the early morning.

So, she drew a turtle on Ruo Da's desk with a brush, and then pointed at the turtle and cursed.

"Lingli, you are such a shrinking turtle. Your wife is still here starving and copying the house rules. Where have you been? You don't know how to secretly send me some food. You want to starve me to death?"

"Ahem! Since you call me a coward, I think I should take the beef noodles and these snacks back!"

When Qin Momo scolded Chen Chen proudly, Chen Chen suddenly opened the door and walked in, holding a tray in both hands.

There is a big bowl on the tray, which must be what he called beef noodles. Besides that bowl, there are many snacks that Qin Momo likes to eat.

Qin Momo smelled the aroma of beef noodles, so she was not willing to leave in the early morning. She immediately put down the brush in her hand, ran to the front of the early morning, took the tray, and explained.

"You misunderstood, I didn't scold you, I scolded myself for being a shrinking turtle."

Looking at Qin Momo who looks like a cat in the early morning, she couldn't help laughing.

He stretched out his right hand to lift her chin with his index finger, wiped the ink on her chin with his thumb and asked, "Qin Momo, why is your face covered with ink?"

Qin Momo opened Chen Chen's hand, immediately sat back on the seat, took the bowl of beef noodles, and ate it seriously, explaining with noodles in her mouth.

"The writing brush doesn't work well, so that's how it is."

Listening to Qin Momo's explanation, he looked around the study in the early morning. Except for the screen, ink was everywhere, even the ceiling.

... I am completely speechless in the early morning, does this need to be explained?This guy definitely did it on purpose, it must be because he didn't give her food at night.

Regarding Qin Momo's actions, Qingchen couldn't laugh or cry.

But seeing her chomping on the noodles, he couldn't help stretching out his right hand and rubbing her head.

I thought, these days, I have wronged her, but he will definitely make it up, and will not let Qin Momo suffer wronged for nothing.

After finishing the beef noodles, Qin Momo pushed the bowl aside, burped, and sat on the desk with her legs crossed, looking at Chen Chen.

"Why didn't you invite me to dinner?"

"I think so! Mom blocked the way."

"Then you don't know how to take the opportunity to come up and help me? Let me copy here alone."

"You think I'm free. One afternoon, I translated a French short story for my mother."

"Anyway, I don't care, you have to copy for me."

"Okay! Are you full?"

"I'm full, did you order the noodles?"

"Aunt Lan secretly cooked it."

"Just say it!"

After chatting, Qingchen moved a chair and sat beside the desk, flipping through the family rules that Qin Momo had copied.

For Qin Momo's calligraphy, Qingchen really didn't dare to compliment her. He was afraid that after Qin Momo handed it in, he would have to copy it again.

So he pointed at the side and said, "Qin Momo, your handwriting is too ugly, and some of your strokes are upside down."

"You can do it, can you copy it? It's not bad if I can write it."

"Look, you wrote this word upside down again."

Qin Momo was very angry when he saw that Chen Chen was so picky. He stretched out his right hand and drew a black mark on his face with the brush in his hand.

(End of this chapter)