When Ming Shu was eating breakfast, Little Beastie rolled in through the window. Its fur was all wet.
It jumped onto the table and dropped itself inside Ming Shu's porridge.
Ming Shu: "..."
When he came out of his room, Qin Che saw a colorful palm-sized animal, which looked like a dog, leaning against the bowl, gulping down the porridge.
Ming Shu chewed on her sandwich and stared at the animal curiously.
The little animal had a tail like a rabbit. It was very short and it was shaking about. It looked really cute.
Of course, if only its fur wasn't so glaring.
"What is that?" Qin Che moved nearer to observe it.
Little Beastie heard the commotion, curled itself into a rice ball, and rolled toward Ming Shu. It disappeared.
Ming Shu didn't have the chance to throw it away or claim that she didn't know.
"A dog," Ming Shu took a new bowl to scoop the porridge and replied casually.
Trash picker, who are you calling a dog!
Who is a dog?
I am not a dog!
Mini pets were not rare, but— "You didn't have any pets with you yesterday."
So where did this dog come from?
"It fell from the sky," Ming Shu blabbered.
Qin Che: "..."
Do you think that you are Lin Daiyu? What do you mean by "fell from the sky"? You might as well say that you summoned it.
He saw that Ming Shu had no intention of saying any more so he just looked at it again and didn't probe further.
When Ming Shu finished her breakfast, Qin Che had already answered many calls.
"Okay, I understand."
Qin Che put down the phone and threw the tablet in front of Ming Shu.
It was the front of a newspaper.
The headlines were red and bold.
#The CEO of the Shen company met a pretty girl at night and had fun with her in the car#
The photo was a bit blurred, but you could still make out the people in it.
Besides this news was an article about Qin Che winning the position of the charity ambassador.
What an irony.
"Such poor resolution." The photo was taken so poorly you couldn't even see Nan Youyou. People who were not close to her would never recognize her.
"They were in a car, how clear do you want it to be?" Qin Che mocked. "You think that we're taking a photoshoot?"
Ming Shu smiled. "As a professional paparazzi, candid shots must be the same quality as photoshoots."
Qin Che: "..." If the person has such skills, why would he still be a paparazzi?
Crazy.
"Go back by yourself, I need to go to work..."
"As a boyfriend, shouldn't you send me home?" Ming Shu raised her eyebrows and looked at Qin Che, who was preparing to leave the house.
"We're just acting like a couple. Don't treat yourself as my real girlfriend."
Qin Che wanted to cry. This was not what he wanted to say. He wanted to know why he was given such a character.
