The Eye of the Heart [MTL] (Completed)

Chapter 4

Qiao Yuanlin didn't sleep well all night, and felt that the mattress and pillows were uncomfortable. On Monday morning, she went downstairs and lay down on the dining table waiting for dinner.

A familiar smell wafted out from the kitchen, and he said alertly, "Grandma, isn't it millet porridge again?"

"How can I drink millet porridge all the time." Wang Ruizhi came out with a tray, "Drink purple rice porridge today."

Qiao Yuanlin would rather be hungry and push the porridge away. He also didn't want to queue up at the breakfast shop, so he just took an apple from the fruit plate.

There were footsteps on the stairs, Liang Cheng just got up, put his fingers through his short hair to wipe off the splashed water from washing his face, he went downstairs, turned to the small entrance to change his sneakers.

Wang Ruizhi said, "Xiao Liang, are you going out now?"

Liang Cheng tied his shoelaces and asked, "What's the matter?"

Wang Ruizhi moved the bowl of porridge and said, "I have cooked too much porridge, let's have some breakfast together."

Qiao Yuanlin stared and whispered, "This is my porridge!"

"You don't drink." Wang Ruizhi ignored him, "Come on, it will get cold later."

Renting a house doesn't care about food, but Wang Ruizhi often troubles Liang Cheng to repair or move things, so he uses a meal to offset the favor. Qiao Yuanlin moved into the small bedroom yesterday. She guessed that she had a conflict with Liang Cheng, so she meant to ease the relationship.

Liang Cheng went to wash his hands, and sat down on Qiao Yuanlin's chair at the corner of the table. The temperature of the porridge in front of him was just right, so he picked it up and took a sip, and then Qiao Yuanlin bit into an apple.

The two of them happened to be one black and one white. Qiao Yuanlin was wearing a school uniform white shirt, spring style, with a tie rolled up and tucked into his breast pocket, hanging down to cover the embroidered school badge.

Liang Cheng was wearing a black short-sleeved T, with short dark hair and eyebrows, almost no student look.

The two of them ignored each other, Liang Cheng focused on drinking the porridge from the corner of his eye, and Qiao Yuanlin gnawed the apple expressionlessly.

There wasn't much time in the morning, so Wang Ruizhi didn't go around and asked, "Bao'er, did you move to the small bedroom yesterday?"

Although the quality of sleep was poor, Qiao Yuanlin didn't want to rely on the support of the old lady, so as not to be looked down upon by Liang. He replied: "Well, that house is not bad."

"Which is good?"

Qiao Yuanlin realized for two seconds and said, "Feng Shui is good."

"But it's not packed yet."

"I'll take it today."

Seeing that his grandson was not cooperating, Wang Ruizhi turned to Liang Cheng: "Xiao Liang, can you let Yuan Lin stay for a few more days?"

"Don't." Qiao Yuanlin took a step forward, "I'm not used to sleeping in the same room with others, it makes my nights feel like years."

After finishing the purple rice porridge, Liang Cheng put down the bowl and chopsticks to wipe his mouth, and said directly through Qiao Yuanlin's words: "I respect his choice."

Qiao Yuanlin: "..."

Why does this man have two faces?

Liang Cheng left after eating, went to the door, took off his helmet and went out.