Mr. Xie, he loves me every day

Chapter 90 His Concerns
Song Yuening did not expect that this would be a pity for him, and was slightly stunned at the moment.

Her silence looked like acquiescence to Xie Mingyuan, and he felt a little regret in his heart.

It seems that I really can't use this excuse to see her.

"I'm sorry, Teacher Song, for embarrassing you."

Xie Mingyuan lowered his eyes and wanted to expose the matter lightly, but unexpectedly Song Yuening suddenly responded.

"It's nothing, Mr. Xie, you're welcome."

Song Yuening met Qin Zhizhi's gossipy eyes, coughed slightly, and avoided her probing gaze with erratic eyes.

"If there's no problem, I'll go to Xie's house at 08:30 tomorrow morning, is that okay?"

Song Yuening declined Xie Mingyuan's proposal to have the driver pick her up and breathed a sigh of relief after hanging up the phone.

Qin Zhizhi stood up and sat next to her almost immediately, pointing at her mobile phone with shining eyes.

"Who is it? Is it Mr. Xie? Oh my god, you still have contact with him? You actually want to go to his house tomorrow!"

Song Yuening helplessly gestured "Shh".

"Please keep your voice down, do you want to be heard by the whole cafe? And my relationship with Mr. Xie is not what you think. He is my employer, and I just go to teach his nephew. "

Qin Zhizhi rolled her eyes, obviously not believing it.

"Yue Ning, if you can hide it from others, can you also hide it from me? You obviously have no plans to teach and educate students recently, but you agreed as soon as Mr. Xie called me. Is this nothing?"

Song Yuening just smiled and said nothing, but there were some indescribable emotions on her face.

She could agree to Xie Mingyuan so simply mainly because she still owed him a favor.

And the other reason... In fact, even she herself couldn't explain it clearly.

Early the next morning.

When Song Yuening arrived at Xie's house, Xie Zitao was already sitting at the desk in the bedroom, looking longingly at her standing at the door.

Although she didn't speak, Song Yuening understood the urging in her eyes.

The corners of her mouth curled up, and a glimmer of light flashed in her dotted eyes.

"What have you learned recently, Zitao? Can you tell the teacher?"

She pulled up the chair next to Xie Zitao and sat down. The latter naturally tilted his head and leaned on her arm, looking cute and clingy.

"I've learned this. Teacher Song, look, am I particularly smart and learn very quickly?"

Xie Zitao pointed at the opened page and looked up at Song Yuening. His bright eyes seemed to be saying to her, "Praise me now."

Song Yuening lowered her head and glanced at the contents of the textbook, feeling a little surprised for a moment.

Xie Zitao has actually finished learning elementary school knowledge and started learning junior high school stuff?
It seems that he has really worked hard during this period.

Song Yuening withdrew her gaze, looked at him with gentle eyes, and gently rubbed his hair.

"Our Zitao is awesome. He learns things very quickly. He is simply a little genius."

When Xie Zitao was praised by her, his tail almost reached the sky, and he rubbed his head against her palm.

"Does Teacher Song like geniuses? I know someone who is better than me!"

Better than him?
Song Yuening looked at Xie Zitao in surprise, a little unbelievable for a moment.

But Xie Zitao approached her with a smile and loudly "sold" Xie Mingyuan.

"It's my uncle! Teacher Song, let me tell you, my uncle used to be better than me. He had already started studying high school courses when he was as old as me!"

These words made Song Yuening pause, but then a glimmer of understanding flashed in his eyes.If it was Xie Mingyuan, then this would be normal.

After realizing what she was thinking, Song Yuening was startled for a moment, and then a confused look appeared on her face.

How could she think so subconsciously?
The dignified man stood outside the door wearing loose and comfortable home clothes. He looked at the interaction between the adults and the children in the room, with a faint smile overflowing from his thin pale lips.

Song Yuening sets the duration of a class at four to 10 minutes, with a 15-minute rest period in between.

This is to allow Xie Zitao enough time to relax, and secondly to allow himself to go through the process of over-adjustment.

Recently, she had stayed up several late nights in a row due to editing videos and preparing lessons, and her mental state was naturally not as good as before.

She thought she could regain her energy by taking a short break, but Song Yuening still overestimated her physical fitness.

Song Yuening looked at Xie Zitao, who was having fun taking apart the toy model and reassembling it, and raised his hand to gently press on his chest.

Because of her fatigue, it felt like a big stone had fallen on her chest, making it difficult for her to breathe.

"Zitao, teacher, go wash your face first. Can you wait here for me to come back?"

Seeing Xie Zitao nodding his head without looking back, Song Yuening stood up and walked towards the door, but happened to bump into Xie Mingyuan who was pushing the door open.

"Mr. Song?"

Xie Mingyuan reached out and pressed Song Yuening's shoulders to help her stabilize her body. Looking at the pale face so close, there was a hint of imperceptible concern in his low and hoarse voice.

"Are you ok?"

He was so close that Song Yuening could even feel the hot air he sprayed falling on her skin when he spoke.

Smelling the familiar scent of cedar, Song Yuening came back to her senses and subconsciously took a few steps away.

She looked at the man lowering his head and staring at her seriously, her fingertips curled up slightly, and she felt an indescribable feeling in her heart.

"I'm fine, I'm just a little sleepy. Is Mr. Xie here to see Zitao? I'll go out and wash my face first, so I won't disturb you anymore."

After saying that, he directly bypassed Xie Mingyuan and walked out of the room, but his steps sounded a bit hasty.

Xie Mingyuan's slightly frowned eyebrows relaxed, and the corners of his lips curved imperceptibly.

He walked out of the room and called the Filipino maid: "Let the kitchen stew a cup of soup and bring it directly to Teacher Song later."

The Filipino maid bowed her head respectfully and said "yes" and walked downstairs quickly.

After half an hour.

There was a knock on the door of Xie Zitao's bedroom.

Song Yuening stood up and opened the door. When the Filipino maid who was carrying a bowl of tonic soup saw her, she couldn't wait to hand over the bowl in her hand.

"Teacher Song, first, Mr. Xie asked the kitchen to make some soup for you. Mr. Xie also said that if you feel too tired, you can take a day off tomorrow and come back to class after you have rested."

Song Yuening held a porcelain white soup bowl and looked at the ginseng and fish maw chicken soup in the bowl with some confusion.

The soup is cooked just right, and the sweet and delicious smell hits your nostrils, making you want to eat it with your index fingers.

Song Yuening unconsciously stirred the rich ingredients in the bowl with a spoon, and the originally peaceful lake in her heart seemed to be disturbed by someone, causing ripples.

She thought she hid it well and no one noticed her fatigue and tiredness.

But she and Xie Mingyuan just met each other, but the other party discovered her discomfort.

Song Yuening suddenly became speechless and didn't know what to say for a moment.

(End of this chapter)