Hearing the word "man", Wen Xia: "..."

Damn Qin Mo, where did this man come from so late at night?

She glanced at the dean and almost couldn't help laughing out loud.

Then he lowered his voice and explained, "It's the Dean of Studies."

Qin Mo didn't hear clearly, he said faintly: "Ren what?"

Wen Xia: “…”

It's up to you.

Looking at Qin Gougou who looked like he was about to catch someone cheating on her on the screen, she glanced at the dean. After a few seconds, she handed the phone to the dean and said, "Dean, Qin Mo wants to say hello to you."

Facing Qin Mo on the screen, the dean was stunned for a moment, then nodded. Wen Xia blinked, "Qin Mo, dean."

Qin Mo: “…”

He said politely, "Director."

"Well, how are you doing lately?" The dean of studies took the initiative to ask about his recent situation.

Qin Mo: "It's OK, Director. Xia Xia is rarely out alone. Please keep an eye on her."

Dean: “Okay.”

The two chatted for a few words, and the phone returned to Wen Xia's. She couldn't hide her smug smile and typed out a line of words: "How is your man?" Qin Mo: Your man is perfect.

Perfect in every way.

Wen Xia: “…”

This guy was shamelessly boasting, so she gave him a "disdained" look: Goodbye, I have to study hard.

Qin Mo probably had something else going on, so he let her hang up first.

People are divided into rich and poor, and schools are divided into levels. The school where Wen Xia and his friends come to study is the best key high school in the city, the kind that is difficult to get into even if you have money.

Teachers like Wen Xia who came from a county school were obviously not taken seriously, and the school leaders didn't even say hello.

Reality, especially reality.

The reality was so familiar to Wen Xia.

Dog society.

The dean of studies was obviously used to it and didn't show any emotional fluctuations at all.

There are more than thirty teachers who come to this school to study this time, most of them are from famous schools, and there are only two of them from a small county like Wenxia.

She was deeply curious about how Jiazhong had managed to get them in.

The dean of studies next to him probably noticed it, and she explained in a low voice: "Your family donated a building to this school, so you were invited."

So that's how it is. No wonder a new teacher like her can come here to study. It turns out that her father-in-law donated a building. Wen Xia was stunned by his generosity, "..."

To be honest, she really didn't know how rich the Qin family was, she only knew that the Qin family had no shortage of houses.

In her previous life, once, the family gathered together to watch TV, and there was an advertisement for river view rooms on TV. She just casually said: This place is nice.

Her father-in-law gave her the land, which made her very panicked, but Qin Mo said: Why panic, it's just a drop in the bucket.

More than 30 people went to the school's conference room for a meeting. The school's dean stood on the stage and said, "Welcome all the teachers..."

After saying a lot of polite words, he added: "In a month, the school will conduct a learning assessment for the teachers. I hope that all teachers will submit a satisfactory assessment paper."

All the teachers are used to it, and Wen Xia is used to it too. Teachers actually also have to take exams, and the school will conduct learning assessments on teachers from time to time.

Anyway, it’s not easier than being a student.

Wen Xia and his classmates were assigned to Class 13, which was a parallel class as soon as they heard it. This shows how realistic this school is.

I got familiar with the school in the morning and started attending classes in the afternoon.

When class was over at noon, Jiang Yu called her and asked her if she was used to being outside. After Wen Xia said she was used to it, the two chatted for a few words and then stopped talking.

At lunch, a group of teachers ate together and started chatting. Basically, they asked questions like "Which school are you from?", "How many years have you been a teacher?", and other questions that sounded like pride.

These people have all studied for ten years as teachers and graduated from key universities.

As the youngest teacher, Wen Xia attracted a lot of curiosity. The female teacher in a white shirt asked, "Young teacher, which school are you from?"

After Wen Xia swallowed the food, he replied, "Jiazhong."

"Oh, I haven't heard of it."

The teacher thought about it and realized that he had never heard of Jiazhong, a key high school.

The dean of studies was afraid that Wen Xia would be embarrassed, so he helped to reply, "We are from a small county."

The teacher said "Oh" in surprise, and then asked Wen Xia, "Which school did you graduate from?"

Wen Xia smiled faintly and said: "B is big."

Big B stuffed their mouths.

I have to say that B is still very powerful.

In the evening, she told Qin Mo about this and couldn't help laughing out loud.

Qin Mo: Discriminating against my wife is discriminating against me, wife. Saying your husband's name is a slap in her face.

Wen Xia: Husband, you become thick-skinned again when I’m not around. Let me scold you when you get home.

Qin Mo: You can’t just pull me, at least you have to kiss me.

Before Wen Xia could reply, he sent another message: Wife, I want to have sex.

Wen Xia: With the air.

Experience the feeling of flying.

Qin Mo was choked: ...

…

Listening to lectures is more tiring than attending classes in school, mainly because there are no desks in the back, and you have to bend over to take notes from morning to night. After a week, Wen Xia felt like she could hardly straighten her back.

She posted a message inspired by her feelings: My waist is almost broken.

Unexpectedly, people like Pan Sen had the wrong idea. They all tagged Qin Mo and asked him to be more restrained at night, saying that this is not the way to give birth.

she:"……"

I deleted the post immediately.

Let me post this in a different way: I've been sitting in class for a week and my waist feels so bad.

Pan Sen and the others were still driving around in the comment section, and when they saw that Qin Mo didn't come out, they kept @ing him.

A few minutes later, Qin Mo came out and said: Wife, let me massage you.

Pantheon: ...

Zhao Zichuan: …

Huoqiu: ...

Wu Bo: …

Huoqiu: Qin Mo, you can actually say rub?

Wen Xia: ...

Qin Mo replied to Wen Xia: Wife, they are sick, I deleted it.

Pan Sen and others: "..."

He is sick!! He will die if he doesn't show affection.

…

At nine o'clock in the evening, Wen Xia came back from the library and saw the boy standing at their door, wearing casual sportswear.

She was stunned for a moment, then trotted over, "Why are you here?"

"Come and massage your waist." Qin Mo looked her up and down and found that she had lost some weight. He then said, "It's time to replenish your energy."

Wen Xia snorted at him, then pointed at her waist and said coquettishly, "Honey, it's really sore."

"Thank you for your hard work, my dear. I will massage you later." Qin Mo touched her little head soothingly.

Wen Xia went into the room and told the dean that she was going to stay out for the night. The dean said, "Hmm," and said, "Don't be late for class tomorrow."

Qin Mo took her out of the hotel, helped her improve her stomach condition first, and finally took her to a hotel very close to the school.

The king bed room is super soft.

Wen Xia had slept on a hard bed for a week, so she couldn't bring herself to save money. She lay on the bed with her arms and legs spread out, commanding the "labor force" rudely: "Husband, rub my waist quickly, my waist is almost broken by knowledge."

Qin Mo glanced at his defenseless wife, then sat down on the edge of the bed and put his hand on her waist.

Soon Wen Xia turned her head and widened her eyes, "Qin dog, what are you doing? You put your hand into my clothes."

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