The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

"It was a terrible fall! The spine was broken, causing the lower body to become paralyzed, and I have been unconscious. The doctor said there is a risk of becoming a vegetable.

"This is too pitiful..."

"It seems that her parents are going to take her to a foreign country for treatment. Even if she wakes up, she is disabled."

"How can you fall down with ease?"

"The police came last night. The monitoring was broken, so nothing was found."

"I heard that she was going downstairs while talking on the phone. She must have stepped on the air, so she should be careful when she walks."

In the back row, Xia Beiqing pondered, and looked at Yunci beside him: "How do I feel that things are not easy?"

Yunci hooked his lips and said nothing.

Ruan Feiyue sat in the position, holding a pen to write the test paper, but her hands trembled uncontrollably.

After school.

Xia Bei went to the classroom office and waited until the other teachers had left before he went in.

Shen Zhiyu held his eyes and glanced at him: "What's the matter?"

The teenager smiled sweetly: "I want to go with Teacher Shen."

Shen Zhiyu pointed to the desktop: "I still have lesson plans to write."

"It's okay, I'll wait for you." Xia Beiqing pulled a chair and sat down beside him.

Shen Zhiyu smiled and said nothing.

Xia Beiqing propped his head and stared straight at him.

The man's side face is soft and beautiful, the long eyelashes behind the lens tremble, the nose is straight, and the thin lips are pink, which is moist and more delicate by him.

Xia Beiqin narrowed his eyes slightly, and an inexplicable dryness loomed in his heart, like a prairie fire, sweeping over him and burning him.

At this moment, Shen Zhiyu turned his head and happened to hit his line of sight.

"What are you doing looking at me?"

Xia Bei's lips curled up, revealing two small tiger teeth: "Mr. Shen looks good. I can't take a few more glances? And..."

He suddenly rushed over and hugged Shen Zhiyu tightly: "You are mine. I can look at whatever I want!"

Shen Zhiyu tapped his head with a pen: "Okay, it's a teacher-student relationship at school."

Xia Beiqing murmured, "I can't help it..."

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Early in the morning, read class early.

Chen Fangjun came to the classroom and stood on the podium.

"Next week is the school's charity auction. If you want to donate something, you will give it to me after school tomorrow."

Jun Duonuan turned around and asked curiously: "What kind of charity auction? Is it fun?"

Xia Beiqing was supporting his chin and replied casually: "If it is run in the name of the school, students or parents donate it, and then the students or parents buy it by auction. All the funds obtained will be donated by the school to the orphanage. I heard I held a session before, and I was still in junior high school back then, so I didn't participate in it."

Jun Duonuan was stunned: "Then can I donate too?"

Xia Beiqing glanced at her: "What are you going to donate?"

"My spicy strips, I still have big drumsticks."

"My aunt, the value of donations must exceed 200,000 yuan, and this is not a simple auction." Xia Beiqing patted his face: "This is also a matter of face."

On the surface it is a charity auction, but secretly, it is a comparison, and I can't wait to show the heirloom.

Whoever donates something of high value will become the focus of the audience, attracting the attention of everyone, and the certificate of honor issued by the school.

at night.

Ye Meipan picked something in the cloakroom, took two necklaces, and put them under the light, hesitating.

"A few years ago, when I took your brother to the charity auction of Reims Middle School, the donation of Mrs. Liu was only one hundred thousand more than me, so she was sneered in front of me. I will take you to participate this time. You have to pick a better one, if you can get the honorary certificate, even better."