MTL - When the Green Tea Female Partner is Forced To Attack the Female Lead-Chapter 7

Du Jingmo's straight shot blinded Zhao Qingdai.

She wanted to explain, but in the face of Du Jingmo, her language function seemed to have deteriorated, and there was only one sentence for a long time: "...I just want to make my sister happy."

The impression of her can be a little better.

She wrote the word nervousness on her face, and Du Jingmo pursed her lips to hold back the smile, but she still rolled her eyes unconsciously: "Just generally happy. Let's eat."

The heart that Zhao Qingdai mentioned was instantly put down.

At the dining table, Du Jingmo glanced at the time after breakfast and exhorted, "I brought you back to heal your wounds. It's good to have my aunt to take care of your food and daily life, and you don't have to do anything about cooking."

Zhao Qingdai said yes, yes, but in fact not only prepared dinner, but also pre-ordered the flowers that Du Jingmo would change every day, and she was able to take care of the small yard with a broken leg. flowerbed.

After several times of persuasion to no avail, Du Jingmo and the system had the same paragraph: "Are you so disabled and determined?"

She began to understand why Zhao Qingdai's green tea title was so famous and so many men were recruited.

Even a woman can't refuse her, let alone a man?

Du Jingmo is a serious young lady who has been raised well and has a lot of taboos. The nanny who takes care of her is an old man from the Du family, so she can get along well with her. But after Zhao Qingdai came, Auntie felt that she was on the verge of being unemployed.

Even she who watched Du Jingmo grow up would touch her thunder without noticing. It's just that Du Jingmo is always extra tolerant to people he knows, and generally doesn't care about it.

But Zhao Qingdai has never had such a situation.

This girl can not only take care of all Du Jingmo's emotions, but also knows that she is a person with a special sense of ritual, and she prepares a little surprise every day.

It's really all small surprises, such as making an extra orange lamp when preparing fruit salad; collecting and reusing the flower arrangements that are changed every day, making bookmarks and giving them to Du Jingmo.

This kind of surprise is kept in a careful, but not too grandiose manner, not to mention Du Jingmo, even someone like Auntie who has read a thousand sails over half a year, feels a sigh when she sees it.

Just two words of heart are already stronger than anything else.

Not to mention that Zhao Qingdai is still pretty.

After a little surprise every day is about to become a regular program of the Du family, Auntie finally has room to play on her own.

Zhao Qingdai: "Auntie please prepare dinner today. I have to go out. I don't have much time today."

The aunt nodded immediately, for fear that this opportunity would slip away again, and asked her what she was going to do?

Zhao Qingdai smiled and her eyes curled: "I've lived here for a week, and I have to prepare a bigger surprise for my sister today."

The aunt never expected to hear such an answer. After being speechless for a while, she sighed a little: "You are too cute, and I don't know what kind of man can marry you."

Zhao Qingdai didn't answer, just smiled, bowed her hands and left.

After a week's effort, she had to struggle in the emergency room for an afternoon, and she was almost healed. As long as she walked slowly, she would not be able to see that she was injured at all.

She sighed: "The characters in the second dimension are really easy. I must have no pain except death."

System: "Is it a little too natural for you to accept your two-dimensional identity?"

Zhao Qingdai shrugged: "What's the meaning of my identity and not living the same life?"

It has become a habit for the system to argue with her, and was about to refute two sentences when suddenly the tone changed, and a word of **** popped up.

Zhao Qingdai: "Why are you still swearing? Is your system so uncivilized?"

"...I also want to be civilized, but I see that person who is almost exactly like you. Who can resist this?"

Exactly the same?

Zhao Qingdai followed the system's guidance to look at the opposite shopping mall, and at a glance, she saw the woman who was almost identical to her in the system's mouth, and her face instantly turned pale.

The sun was full today, and the leaves were rolled up, but standing under the scorching sun, she felt extremely cold, and her teeth were chattering.

Even when her life in a car accident was on the line, she never showed this look. The system stopped teasing, and she was more cautious and asked, "What's wrong with you? Who is that?"

Zhao Qingdai did not hide: "It's my... biological mother."

She thought she would never see this woman again.

Her feet seemed to have taken root, and she couldn't move a step for a long time. She looked at the familiar face waiting in the shadows, and then saw a little boy with a flat mouth coming out of the mall.

With grievance and impatience on his face, he tilted his head to hide from the woman's touch. After seeing the woman's slightly hurt expression, he felt a little guilty, and let the other party touch her head. The people looked at each other and smiled, and walked into the cold drink shop.

"What is their relationship?" Zhao Qingdai felt a little sour in her eyes, and tears came up, "The sun is too poisonous."

The system knew that she wasn't asking anyone, so it didn't answer.

The two were obviously mother and son just now, and the boy's appearance was somewhat similar to Zhao Qingdai.

No one is born a villain. In the settings obtained by the system, it is only said that Zhao Qingdai's mother ran away from home when she was thirteen years old and never came back.

When a simple one-line setting falls on a living person, it cannot be summed up in one sentence.

"Let's go, continue to prepare gifts, don't forget the business." Zhao Qingdai had already adjusted her emotions while speaking, and walked forward while kicking the pebble, as if she hadn't bumped into anything just now.

The system doesn't understand human emotions very well, but it regrets it now that it shouldn't have reminded Zhao Qingdai.

When Zhao Qingdai returned to the dormitory again, the scene was surprisingly the same as last time. They were originally talking and laughing, but after seeing her, she was instantly quiet like a chicken.

She said, "Go ahead, I'll take my things and leave."

Since she lived in Du Jingmo's house, she didn't plan to leave.

The system watched her skillfully rummage through boxes and cabinets, took out a picture frame that included a solid frame, took away a set of painting tools, and turned to leave: "I almost forgot, you are also studying art."

Du Jingmo, the heroine, is still busy with her studies and art every day, and she takes time to play the plot. Zhao Qingdai is a female supporting role, and this is actually the first time she has come up with something related to painting.

What is a fall? It's called.

Zhao Qingdai returned to Du Jingmo's house with her belongings, locked herself in the room, spread out a new piece of drawing paper, and drew a funny face on it with a pen.

System: "...Is it so bad that I grow up?"

Zhao Qingdai finally showed a sincere smile: "You are quite self-aware."

system:"…"

Come on, the boomerang hit me, it hurts.

Zhao Qingdai originally planned to paint a portrait of Du Jingmo, but after seeing the woman, she was so uneasy that she didn't even dare to write for a while.

In the face of Du Jingmo, she has always been inferior, but the sudden appearance of her biological mother tore her inferiority into the sun and put it on the bright side.

She had read the part about her in the original text several times, especially her background.

It turned out to be a nightmare-like experience for her, but it was only twenty words in words.

Zhao Qingdai took a deep breath and fell to the ground with her eyes closed. The air conditioner blew the floor tiles very cool, and the temperature was transmitted through the skin to the brain, allowing her to stay awake.

She has a terrible family of origin, and as a child, all her pain came from her father.

His father was drinking, gambling, money and domestic violence. He had all the five poisons. He did everything, but he refused to be a person.

At that time, she had not met Du Jingmo, and the only person she could rely on was her mother.

When I was thirteen, my mother passed away.

Zhao Qingdai looked at the ceiling and suddenly said, "Actually, I never blamed her for leaving. Who wouldn't want to leave a home like that? I've been saving money since I was sensible, isn't it just to escape?"

"But why... why didn't she take me away too?"

Not only was she unwilling, but Zhao Qingdai bumped into her on the day her biological mother escaped.

She cried and grabbed her mother's hand and said you take me with you.

At that time, she could not even get enough food and clothing. At the age of thirteen, she was less than 70 pounds, but she held her mother's hand very hard, because it was her last driftwood, her last life-saving straw.

"How strong was my strength at that time? My mother couldn't get rid of me, and she was afraid that my father would come back early and she wouldn't be able to leave."

"So she gave me two slaps and threw me to the ground, and finally ran out."

Zhao Qingdai raised her hand and touched her cheek: "That was the heaviest slap I've ever received."

It hurts a thousand times more than every fist dropped by a domestic violence father.

Zhao Qingdai's tone was light, and she seemed to be talking about other people's affairs, but the system wanted to slap itself.

It is a system that has felt regret twice in a short period of time.

"You don't need to blame yourself, you don't need to feel guilty, it happened a long time ago, it's all over, I just suddenly wanted to talk to someone, although you are not a person when you talk about it seriously." Zhao Qingdai rolled over and sat up, "Actually, think about it now, Although I still feel sad, I don't really hate her, and sometimes I even feel lucky."

Because it was on that day that she met Du Jingmo.

She was beaten and dizzy, but she didn't give up. She struggled to chase out until she reached the alley, watching the car carrying her mother go away.

At that moment, she felt despair, and fell to the ground in front of her eyes, and also fell in front of Du Jingmo, who was returning home from school.

Zhao Qingdai told herself not to think about it, she picked up the brush again and tore the package outside the frame.

A half-finished portrait is revealed.

Even if it is a semi-finished product, Du Jingmo's verve is already vivid on the paper, and the artist's intentions can be seen in every stroke.

This was painted by Zhao Qingdai when she first entered college. When she first started writing, her purpose was very simple, she just wanted to paint a picture for her sister. But as she painted, she realized something was wrong.

Love is such a thing, no matter how much you hide it, it will always reveal itself.

Some people are revealed in the eyes, and she is revealed in the tip of the pen.