Chapter 15 The waist is about to be broken

Author: Wei Wen Ming Xiang

Chapter 15 The waist is about to be broken

After Shen Qing cleaned up, she went to the living room. There were sandwiches and a glass of hot milk on the table.

She took a bite, and the sweet and sour taste of tomato sauce and salad dressing swept over her taste buds. She couldn't help but admire: "Aunt Li's craftsmanship is really good."

Li Xin held the sheets and took them to the washing machine for cleaning. Hearing her compliments, she smiled and asked, "Will you come back for lunch?"

"Go back, I must go back!" Shen Qing had just taken a few bites and had already reached the bottom. He chewed the last bite carefully with reluctance. "With a chef like this, even wind and rain can't stop me from going home."

She really liked the aunt Li Qinglu hired, she was gentle and her skills were excellent.

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 walk down the seventh floor in one breath.

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

The elevator has reached the fifth floor, just missing the sixth floor where he is.

Xie Mingchao raised his wrist and glanced at the time, then waited patiently for the next elevator.

Chen Ziyuan originally bought this community because it was close to the school, regardless of the crowds and distractions.

Chen Ziwan was still sleeping soundly before going out. Yesterday morning, she happily told him that a magazine wanted her to be a model and the pay was quite generous.

Xie Mingchao knew that she was no longer the glamorous female star she had been in the past. Those who dared to find her for photo shoots were for less prestigious magazines, and the remuneration hardly exceeded two thousand.

But this time the magazine that approached her gave her a direct reward of 10,000 yuan. Chen Ziwan happily went without asking what type of shooting it was, thinking that the other party was simply being generous.

Only after she arrived at the scene did she find out that it was a peach photography shoot and she wanted to appear naked.

Although Chen Ziyuan no longer had the celebrity airs she once had, she still refused due to her strong self-esteem.

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

She was furious but had no reason to refute, so she bought a lot of wine and went home to relieve her worries.

When Xie Mingchao went out, he heard Chen Ziwan talking in her sleep, "Chaochao, my mother 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 should never have had a child like him. If it weren't for Xie Ronghua, Chen Ziwan would have gained both fame and fame in the entertainment industry and retired behind the scenes, instead of living an ignoble existence with years of infamy.

Xie Mingchao's eyes were dim and unpredictable, and it wasn't until the "ding" of the elevator arriving at the floor that his thoughts were brought back.

He loosened the shoulder strap of his backpack and walked towards the car.

Shen Qing was in a good mood today, but when she saw Xie Mingchao's expression of concern, the corners of her mouth that she raised quietly quickly fell down, and she stood up and moved away from her seat.

He took out her test paper from his bag, and his voice was as calm as ever: "Except for the composition, I helped you correct it. You can show the Chinese test paper to my boss when he comes."

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

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

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

Shen Qing breathed a sigh of relief, her usually dull eyebrows slightly curved in pleasure, "That's good."

Xie Mingchao's slightly frowning eyebrows relaxed, "You are very lucky."

"I think too." This was the first time she was so sincerely praised by him, and she straightened her back proudly, "I win first prize in every draw, so I also save a lot of money..."

Shen Qing subconsciously wanted to continue speaking, but then remembered that Xie Mingchao was beside him, who hated him. When he said the last word, he stopped abruptly and almost bit his tongue.

Damn it, my talkative nature was exposed accidentally.

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

"Laoban is here."

She took out the Chinese test paper, stood up and walked straight in the direction of Zhang Jianshan.

Shen Qing just walked forward and didn't notice that there were a bunch of books on the aisle in the first few rows. If he stumbled, he would fall forward.

Normally, with her reaction speed, she would be able to stabilize her body, but the pain in her waist made it impossible for her to twist her body, and she could only lie straight on the ground.

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

Her waist was twisted hard again.

"Hiss——" The waist is about to break.

Xie Mingchao was just about to remind her that there were a lot of things in the aisle in front of her, but she quickly got up and walked over.

Their position was in the last row. For convenience, Shen Qing always came in through the back door without paying attention to the aisle in front.

He didn't want to care about Shen Qing at first, but when he saw her leaving her seat, he subconsciously followed her.

Hearing her inhalation, Xie Mingchao relaxed his grip slightly and waited until she stood up straight before letting go.

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

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

Xie Mingchao stared at her hand on her waist, wondering if he had used too much force just now.

Zhang Jianshan took her test paper, shook it, picked up his reading glasses and put them on, "This character is written quite well."

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

"This is……?"

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

Could it be that Xie Mingchao deliberately said that she wrote well so that she could be embarrassed in front of Zhang Jianshan?

"This writing style..." Zhang Jianshan opened his eyes in disbelief, and his eyes that were usually narrowed to a slit could see his eyeballs, "It's really good!"

"I think it's hard for me to judge alone," he folded the paper solemnly, "I have to show it to other teachers."

When Shen Qing saw that the score for the reading comprehension section was only 1, she was so ashamed that she wanted to stop her: "Teacher, no need for that, right?"

"How can that be done? Good compositions should be appreciated," Zhang Jianshan saw the other students looking at this, and his face sank, "What are you looking at? Read it early!"

When facing Shen Qing, he smiled kindly and said, "You go back to your seat first, and I will tell you after the scoring results of me and other teachers come out."

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 when making corrections, and that point was mostly for sympathy.

She thought her writing was well-founded, but it turned out that 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.

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

But the people around him echoed: "Yes, indeed."
Chapter completed!