Falling Heart

Chapter 15 The waist is about to break
After packing up, Shen Qing went to the living room by herself. There were sandwiches and a cup of hot milk on the table.

She took a bite, and the sweet and sour ketchup and salad dressing swept her taste buds, and she couldn't help but admire: "Aunt Li is really good at cooking."

Li Xin hugged the sheet and took it to the washing machine to wash it. Hearing her praise, he asked with a smile, "Then come back for lunch?"

"Back, I have to go back!" Shen Qing just took a few bites and had already seen the bottom of it, reluctantly chewing the last bite carefully, "With such a chef, wind and rain can't stop me from going home."

She really liked the aunt Li Qinglu hired, she was gentle and skilled.

For Shen Qing, food is a good medicine to cure all negative states.

My waist no longer hurts, my legs are no longer sore, and I can go down the seventh floor in one breath.

Shen Qing hummed and pressed the elevator, and the moment the door closed, Xie Mingchao came out of the house.

The elevator had already reached the fifth floor, just missing the sixth floor where he was.

Xie Mingchao raised his wrist to glance at the time, and waited unhurriedly for the next elevator.

Chen Ziwan bought this neighborhood because it was close to the school, regardless of the crowds.

Before going out, Chen Ziwan was still sound asleep. Yesterday morning, she happily told him that a magazine agency asked her to be a model, and the salary was quite generous.

Xie Mingchao knew that she was no longer the glamorous female star she used to be, and those who dared to ask her to take pictures were from unknown magazines, and the salary hardly exceeded [-].

But this time, the magazine that approached her directly gave her a reward of [-] yuan, and Chen Ziwan happily went there without asking what type of shooting it was, thinking that the other party was simply being generous.

She didn't know it was peachy photography until she arrived at the scene, and she wanted to appear naked.

Although Chen Ziwan no longer had the prestige of being a celebrity, she still refused because of her strong self-esteem.

The person in charge who greeted him with a smile at first was rejected, but the next second he sneered: "You really take yourself seriously? Your worth is only worthy of this shoot. It is your honor that we are willing to find you!"

She was in a hurry but had no reason to refute. She bought a lot of wine and went home to relieve her worries in a decadent manner.

When Xie Mingchao went out, he heard Chen Ziwan talking in his sleep, "Chaochao, it's my mother who can't give you a complete family..."

He stood in front of her for a long time, and replied in a low voice: "I don't blame you."

She shouldn't have had him as a child in the first place. If it wasn't for Xie Ronghua, Chen Ziwan should now be retiring behind the scenes with both fame and fame in the entertainment industry, instead of living with years of infamy.

Xie Mingchao's eyes were dark and unpredictable, and it was not until the "ding" when the elevator reached the floor that he was pulled back from his thoughts.

He loosened the shoulder straps of his backpack and walked into the car.

Shen Qing was in a good mood today, but seeing Xie Mingchao's uneasy expression, the corners of his quietly raised mouth quickly flattened, and he got up to get out of the way.

He took out her test paper from his bag, and his voice was as calm as ever: "I have corrected everything for you except the composition. When the old class comes, you can show the Chinese test paper to him."

She asked cautiously, "Did I write too badly?"

Xie Mingchao raised his eyes to look at her, those clear peach blossom eyes looked at him without blinking, and stopped in his throat when he wanted to say yes against his will.

His throat was dry and itchy, "No, it's very well written."

Shen Qing breathed a sigh of relief as if relieved from a heavy burden, and her brows and eyes, which were usually indifferent, curved lightly with pleasure, "That's good."

Xie Mingchao's slightly frowned brows loosened, "You're very lucky."

"I also think." It was the first time she was so sincerely praised by him, and she straightened her back proudly, "I am the first prize every time I draw a lottery, so I also saved a lot of money..."

Shen Qing wanted to continue talking subconsciously, but then remembered that Xie Mingchao who hated her was beside her, and when she said the last word, she stopped abruptly, almost biting her own tongue.

Damn it, his talkative nature was accidentally exposed.

Xie Mingchao glanced at her lightly, noticed the person coming in at the door, and tapped lightly on the table.

"The old class is here."

She took out the Chinese test paper, got up and walked straight to Zhang Jianshan.

Shen Qing was only focused on walking forward, but didn't notice that there were piles of books on the aisles in front of her, and she tripped and was about to fall forward.

Normally, with her reaction speed, she could stabilize her figure, but the pain in her waist made her unable to twist her body, so she could only stick straight to the ground.

Shen Qing was heartbroken that her pretty face was about to be disfigured, but a force on her wrist pulled her up.

Her waist was twisted again.

"Hiss—" His waist was about to break.

Xie Mingchao was about to remind her that there were a lot of things in the aisle in front of her, but she had already got up quickly and passed by.

They were located in the last row. For convenience, Shen Qing always came in through the back door and didn't pay attention to the aisle in front.

He didn't want to control Shen Qing at first, but seeing her leave her seat, he subconsciously followed her.

Hearing her inhalation, Xie Mingchao relaxed his grip a little, and only let go when she stood up straight.

Shen Qing frowned in pain, but still did not forget to thank Ming Chao for saving her life, "Thank you."

She supported her waist and walked towards Zhang Jianshan on the podium, "Teacher, can you read the composition for me?"

Xie Mingchao stared at her hand on her waist, did he use too much force just now?

Zhang Jianshan took her test paper and shook it, picked up the reading glasses and put it on, "The writing is pretty good."

When he looked back, he took off his glasses in surprise and looked forward.

"This is……?"

Shen Qing grabbed the hem of her clothes nervously, "Very bad?"

Could it be that Xie Mingchao deliberately said that she wrote well so that she could embarrass her in front of Zhang Jianshan?
"This style of writing..." Zhang Jianshan opened his eyes wide in disbelief, and he could see the eyeballs in his narrowed eyes, "It's really good!"

"I don't think I'm good at judging alone," he solemnly folded the paper, "I have to show it to other teachers."

Shen Qing saw that the reading comprehension score was only 1, and she was so ashamed that she wanted to stop her: "Teacher, don't you need it?"

"How can it work? Good composition should be appreciated," Zhang Jianshan saw that other students were looking at this place, and his face sank, "What do you look at, read it early!"

When facing Shen Qing, he smiled kindly again, "You go back to your seat first, and I will tell you the results of my and other teachers' scores."

She could only watch helplessly as the answer sheet, which was useless except for the composition, was taken away.

Shen Qing believed that Xie Mingchao would not bend the law for personal gain in corrections, and that point was mostly for sympathy.

She thought her writing was well-founded, but she didn't understand what the author wanted to express at all.

Shen Qing returned to her seat and asked Xie Mingchao for an answer in a depressed mood.

He handed her the answers to all the subjects together.

After reading the answers to reading comprehension, she couldn't help but complain: "The author himself would say that he didn't mean it, right? Why can you tell that the author wants to set off the desolate state of mind by describing the moon?"

The people beside him echoed, "Well, indeed."

(End of this chapter)