Author: Wei Wen Ming Xiang

Shen Qing was still thinking about the best time to take pictures when a shadow suddenly fell in front of her, and she raised her face blankly.

He had just finished exercising, and there was still a thin layer of sweat on his forehead. A few strands of broken hair stuck to his forehead. His clear eyes were wet with moisture, and his eyes were as clean and clear as spring streams.

She looked slightly distracted, and before his eyes cooled down and he uttered words of condemnation, she hurriedly raised the books and school uniforms in her hands.

"My deskmate, I have taken good care of your things!"

Xie Mingchao picked up his clothes, but a mobile phone fell out and rolled two steps on the stairs.

The two of them looked at the mobile phone facing the sky at the same time, the screen was still on.

Shen Qing realized that what was displayed was the blurred photo she had just taken, and she hurriedly bent down to pick it up.

But she stretched her hand as far as it could go, and it was still only one step away from the phone.

Xie Mingchao picked it up easily, and his casual eyes became profound when he saw the photo.

He looked sideways and said, "Shen Qing, take a picture of me?"

She pretended to be calm, snatched the phone back, and quickly put it back in her pocket. "Can't you?"

Xie Mingchao raised the corner of his mouth with a half-smile and sneered: "You have a crush on me?"

Shen Qing's back stiffened. He knew very well that he didn't have that much interest in her yet, but his playful eyes made her feel guilty and she didn't answer for a while.

Seeing that her expression was frozen, Xie Mingchao's smile faded and his eyes darkened, "Shen Qing, friendship is fine, but not outside."

"You misunderstood, but I didn't." She came back to her senses and looked directly into his eyes, with honest emotions in her eyes, "I like macho men!"

The first half of the sentence was true, but the second half was not, but the righteous words she spoke made the emotion in his brows and eyes lighter.

He is not happy if he has a crush on him, and he is even more unhappy if he is told that he is not the ideal type. What kind of trouble is this person going to make?

He sat down at an empty seat away from her, "Oh."

At the end, Xie Mingchao said again: "Xu Lingyun and the macho man are not compatible."

"Actually, I am a philanthropic person," Shen Qing said seriously, "I love everyone I meet!"

"Oh," he responded coldly, "then you are very powerful."

"Thank you for the compliment."

Shen Qing was about to respond with a smile when she noticed a jealous gaze directed at her. Looking down, Lin Lin glared at her angrily.

The corners of her lips that had just been raised flattened, and she glanced back coldly.

Eyes were indeed a lethal weapon. Lin Lin's ferocious expression just now suddenly faded by half, and she retracted her eyes unwillingly.

Oops, it turns out he is a bully and fears the strong.

Xie Mingchao tied his school uniform around his waist and picked up the book again.

Shen Qing turned his head slightly, and from the corner of his eye, he could just catch a glimpse of his lean waist under his white shirt. Under the hem of his clothes that fluttered in the wind, his outlines were vaguely visible.

She was well aware of Xie Mingchao's keenness, and she only dared to peek at him for two seconds before looking away.

Tsk, this bitch, sitting next to her all day long is really a test of her determination. If it were any of his girlfriend fans, I'm afraid they wouldn't be able to hold on.

Shen Qing thought narcissistically and sadly, she was so tolerant, but it was really irritating that she could only look at such a big piece of meat but not eat it.

The sports meeting ended early in the morning, and Shen Qing returned home early.

Xie Mingchao originally followed her along the way, but she was in a hurry to finish her meal and ran back quickly.

As soon as he turned the corner, facing Taoyuan Community, someone suddenly called him from behind: "Hey, boy, stop!"

Xie Mingchao stopped and turned around to look at the person coming.

"Is something wrong?"

The man is wearing a black peaked cap, with a camera hanging around his neck, his body bent, and his eyes wandering.

Xie Mingchao recognized him at a glance, he was a paparazzi.

The man took out a photo from his pocket, lowered his voice and asked mysteriously: "Have you seen this woman? If you provide clues, I can give you two hundred."

Xie Mingchao glanced at it and saw that it was a magazine photo taken by Chen Ziwan a month ago.

Answering immediately will only arouse the man's suspicion. Xie Mingchao first pretended to look at it carefully for a moment, and then replied: "I have seen it."

The man's eyes lit up, "Really? Where are you? Do you live in this community?"

Xie Mingchao looked at the streets on both sides and pointed in the direction of the back street of the school, "She has appeared here before. There are many low-rent houses there and many people live there."

"Thank you, little brother!"

The man took out two hundred and gave it to him and walked straight towards the back street.

Xie Mingchao looked down at the money in his hand for a long time, then tore it into pieces and threw it into the trash can with an expressionless expression.

He knew that it was illegal to damage money, but he would not take the ill-gotten gains.

Those paparazzi's hands still touched here, and he had to tell Chen Ziwan not to go out easily again.

Chen Ziyuan looked at him longingly and begged in a soft voice: "Chaochao, but mom wants to go out and make money."

"The money I won in the lottery was enough to save me for several years," Xie Mingchao had become immune to her coquettish tactics and refused mercilessly, "You stay at home to avoid the limelight. If you show up again, you might be discovered. I'll give you three meals a day."

I will be responsible for bringing it to you.

I know you will feel bored, so I bought you a projector so you can watch movies on a big screen at home. If you feel bored, you can go downstairs for a walk, but you must protect your face so that no one can see it."

This was the first time that Chen Ziyuan saw him being so verbose, and she couldn't help but laugh out loud, "Chaochao is only seventeen years old and is already worrying about people like an old woman."

Seeing the fine lines at the corners of her eyes, he didn't have the intention to laugh, and pulled the corners of his lips with difficulty.

"Mom, you don't have to work so hard. The college tuition is already enough."

"How can the tuition be enough?" Chen Ziyuan frowned and began to count, "You are still growing, so you must eat well; and you have such a beautiful face, so your clothes must match you; in the future, you will fall in love.

You also need a love fund to get married, and you need a betrothal gift to marry a wife... With so many expensive projects, how can hundreds of thousands be enough?"

"So, Chao Chao, mom always feels that the money is not enough," she said, her voice lowered, "I can be a little bitter, but my precious son definitely can't."

Xie Mingchao bent down and hugged her gently, "Mom, I beg you, just stay at home during this time."

Chen Ziyuan sighed softly, "Okay, mom promises you."

"But you must not skip school secretly to work!" She remembered that Xie Mingchao often skipped school to work at a barbecue stall. If the head teacher hadn't called her, she might never have known about it.

He was silent for a moment, then relaxed and said, "Okay, I will study hard."

She patted her chest in relief, "That's good. Although Mom knows that forcing you to study doesn't respect your ideas, there is only one way out."

Chen Ziyuan thought of Linda's suggestion, "I don't want you to enter the entertainment industry and follow in my footsteps. If your dream is killed, don't blame mom."

"I have never thought about entering the entertainment industry," he knelt down in front of her and caressed her face, "I just like to study."
Chapter completed!