If he is truly angry, and she, as his wife, fails to notice his anger, and Zhou Cheng insists on blaming her, wouldn't she be unable to defend herself and escape blame?
Although she didn't think she had said anything wrong.
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For several days in a row, Qiao Nansheng did not receive any messages or calls from Zhou Cheng.
She didn't know whether to be happy or sad; she was always frowning and sighed more than ten times a day.
Fortunately, I had a relatively happy time at kindergarten.
Aside from causing her trouble on her first day of school, those little brats were also a problem because she hadn't prepared herself at home. The next few days were quite worry-free; they didn't cry or make a fuss.
…
Half a month passed in the blink of an eye.
On Thursday morning, Qiao Nansheng woke up with twitching eyelids, feeling that something bad was about to happen to her.
Once at school, the day passed uneventfully, spent playing and frolicking with the other children.
For the past two weeks, she has been playing with the little ones in Class 3.
Qiao Nansheng is playful and childlike. Apart from her bad temper and lack of patience, she plays with the children as long as they don't cry or make a fuss. The little ones in Class 3 all like her very much.
Just as school was about to end, she tripped over her own foot, just like the day she first started kindergarten.
Last time, the kids laughed at me, and this time, the parents who came to pick up their children saw me.
Qiao Nansheng was extremely embarrassed and wished she could disappear into the ground.
That day she only scraped her face, this time she twisted her ankle. Qiao Nansheng didn't know what to say.
She's so unlucky!
Zhong Xuelian, who was next to her, saw what happened and ran over to help her up, asking with concern, "How did you fall? Are you alright? Should I take you to the hospital?"
"No." Qiao Nansheng shook her head, stood up with Zhong Xuelian's help, and let go of her: "It's just a sprained ankle, there's no bleeding, no need to go to the hospital."
"You still need to go to the hospital to see your grandmother, go ahead, don't worry about me."
Zhong Xuelian was still worried, "But you..."
"I'm really fine." Qiao Nansheng interrupted her, bouncing around a couple of times. "Look."
Seeing that she was full of energy and didn't seem to be in any danger, Zhong Xuelian felt relieved. "Then I'll head back now. See you next week."
Qiao Nansheng nodded, "See you next week."
After Zhong Xuelian left, Qiao Nansheng's smiling face instantly turned into a bitter expression.
grass!
It fucking hurts so much!
Qiao Nansheng lifted her foot and hopped around in place for a while before limping back to her office to get her bag, and then slowly walked out of the school.
She had sprained her ankle and didn't want to walk that far, so she made a phone call, and Sheng Zhuo brought her car over.
Qiao Nansheng looked around furtively, and seeing no one he recognized, quickly opened the car door and climbed in.
Then he lay there motionless like a corpse.
"Did Madam sprain her ankle?" Sheng Zhuo asked.
This scene seemed familiar; it appeared that my wife had been injured once about two weeks ago, though that time it was on her face.
Qiao Nansheng replied weakly, "Yes, is there any medicine at home?"
"have."
After the car drove into the Waterside Pavilion, Sheng Zhuo couldn't help but remind her, "Madam, Brother Cheng is back."
Qiao Nansheng, who had lost all contact with Zhou Cheng after the phone call was disconnected that day, was stunned when she heard the words "Brother Cheng".
She looked up at Sheng Zhuo, a blank expression on her face: "Who?"
Sheng Zhuo: "Brother Cheng."
Qiao Nansheng frowned and thought for a while before revealing a look of sudden realization: "Oh, Zhou Cheng, I had forgotten about you if you hadn't mentioned it."
Sheng Zhuo: "..."
So how little presence does Brother Cheng have in your heart?
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