Author: Unheard of tea

What she sees all day long, no wonder she has such a rich imagination.

Chen Qing was not hungry, but when he smelled the aroma of barbecue, his hunger was magnified in an instant.

Xie Mingchao picked up a string, "I have worked here before, and the employees are 20% off, so I brought her here."

"Your business is so extensive. You are both a bar singer and a barbecue stall guy," Chen Qing ate two skewers in one bite, his mouth was vague, "What else do you know?"

He replied indifferently: "The city that can make money."

In order to relieve the pressure on Ziwan Chen, he used to work part-time on weekends. Since he was in his second year of high school this year, Ziwan Chen strongly asked him to only be idle after studying with peace of mind.

Chen Qing recalled the past seventeen years of growing up carefreely and never had any material troubles, and suddenly felt that the mutton skewers in her mouth became tasteless.

"That..." She swallowed her last mouthful with difficulty and spoke tentatively, "Have you ever thought about buying a lottery again?"

Xie Mingchao shook the pepper shake and looked at her calmly, "I believe that luck is a thing that follows the conservation of energy. If you spend too much, you will become unlucky."

Chen Qing was justified: "But I have studied hard for ten years because of luck."

"So the price of exchange is your IQ," he continued to add hotness, "You've been unlucky enough lately."

She thought about what happened after helping Xie Mingchao fill in the lottery number, and it was indeed quite unfortunate.

Being entangled by Zhou Chen, twisted to the waist, caught a cold and a fever, and injured ankle...

Chen Qing looked up at the sky, and the clouds just blocked the last ray of light, and the hot weather was a little cooler.

When he withdrew his gaze, Xie Mingchao lowered his eyes, as if he was distracted at the Kong Pan.

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

The boss frowned and pointed, "Little girl, be careful, that's my baby's possession!"

Xie Mingchao's eyes moved slightly, then raised them lightly, "What do you want to do?"

Chen Qing put on a look of death and straightened his back, "For you to live a better life, I can be more unlucky!"

She raised her eyebrows excitedly, "Let's go buy lotto?"

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

He groped his pockets and frowned.

Chen Qing noticed his strangeness and just took out his coin bag and unzipped it, "Use me..."

The money was not warmed up in her hands, and a gust of wind blew by her side. When she looked in her hands, it was empty.

The person who stole her coin bag even turned around and provoked her, which made her angry and cursed regardless of her image: "Your uncle, please pay me back the money!"

Chen Qing stood up, took two steps, and his wrist was pulled by Xie Mingchao.

"You sit down, I'll go."

He tucked his hat again and chased him in the direction where the thief ran away.

She was worried about following her, and the boss hurriedly called her: "Hey, you two have to leave one person here."

"Do you think we will have a tyrant meal?" Chen Qing turned his head and glanced at him, "Xie Mingchao worked with you, but he still can't believe in his character?"

The boss smiled awkwardly and rubbed his hands, "It is because of the familiarity that we should be more careful. People's hearts are unpredictable."

She glanced at the phone at the boss's hand and rushed over quickly.

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

"Will you call the police when you encounter a thief?" Chen Qing sideways and avoids it. He passes his boss' index finger and presses it on the fingerprint lock, and quickly dials 110.

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

She sucked a few pieces of paper in disgust and wiped her hands, "It's all oily, so greasy."

The boss tickled unhappily, "What do you know? This is called the fireworks of life!"

“The oil smoke is almost the same.”

Chen Qing waited anxiously in the same place for a while, and Xie Mingchao's figure appeared on the corner of the street, from far to near.

He threw his coin bag to her, "a lot."

She looked back, "Where is the thief?"

Xie Mingchao sat down at the table, "There are patrolling police officers at the intersection, and they are handed over to them."

Chen Qing happened to have a reason to pay, took out a hundred and handed it to the boss, "No need to look for it."

"Your money is blown by the strong wind? Even if it is ninety-nine yuan, that dime will have the meaning of being retrieved."

Xie Mingchao's tone was as cold as he was educating a disobedient child.

She compromised, "Okay, you're right."

The boss's mouth tilted again, "Xiao Xie is really rigid."

Chen Qing pulled the change he didn't want to hand over hard, "Boss, please let go."

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

"Bad." She took back the money and put it in her bag, "This is the basis for how much it can be changed from less to more."

Chen Qing passed by Xie Mingchao and knocked on the table, "Let's go, get rich."

With the boss watching with confusion, the two left the stall one after another.

"Hmph, this guy is such a blessing. This time he has another white and rich beauty," he continued to grill skewers indignantly, "When can I be favored by the rich woman?"

Chen Qing saw a lottery station when she first came. When she saw the award-winning congratulations scrolling on the big screen, she nodded firmly.

"Okay, we're the next one!"

Xie Mingchao called her, "Wait a minute, Chen Qing."

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

Chen Qing then realized that he had been lowering his hat brim, so he leaned forward and took off his hat while he was unprepared.

Several clear scratches on the forehead were still vaguely oozing blood. He didn't expect it to be exposed unexpectedly and hurriedly grabbed the hat and tucked it back.

Her voice suddenly became serious, "Have you been caught by him?"

Xie Mingchao took two steps back and left the range she could reach, "slight injury."

Chen Qing jumped off the steps and said in a hurry: "Then let's go to the hospital to deal with the wound first."

"Don't make such a fuss. It's normal for a boy to get hurt," he said casually, and his long legs stepped in front of her. "I had a fight before when I was in a bar. I was injured by pieces of the wine bottle. Now there is a scar on the back of my neck."

"Really?" She walked around behind him half-believingly, "Squat down and I'll take a look."

Xie Mingchao raised his chin towards the stairs, "Stand up."

Chen Qing stood up as he said, and he turned around and lifted his hair.

She didn't have to come and look at it, and she could see the scar hidden on the back of her neck, and the tail end was just hidden at the root of her black hair.

Unless you usually lie on his shoulder, this scar is indeed difficult to attract attention.

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

"Then you are waiting here."

Xie Mingchao watched her walk to the pharmacy opposite, and soon he took a box of bandaids.

She returned to the stairs and looked at him with a stern face: "Don't move."

Lottery shop owner: Do you two buy lottery tickets? Can you stop showing off your dog food at my door?
Chapter completed!