Wrong marriage! The black-bellied uncle wants a legitimate status every day

"Teacher Qin, Teacher Xiaolin, bye~" the child said goodbye in a baby voice.

"Bye! See you tomorrow!" Lin Mingmo smiled and said goodbye to every child.

Being with these little guys both increases and reduces stress.

Only after seeing off the last child did Lin Mingmo show signs of fatigue.

She stretched her muscles slowly, her graceful posture reflected in the mirror. In a trance, Lin Mingmo saw her former strong self again.

In order to get the opportunity to perform, I trained until late at night, and even though my feet were worn out, I still gritted my teeth and persevered.

Finally, the teacher couldn't bear it anymore and notified Yao Yuhui to come and pick her up.

At that time, Lin Mingmo looked at herself in the mirror and could see her ambition and persistence.

That same night, Yao Yuhui told her that the only reason she was learning ballet was to enhance her temperament. She shouldn't try too hard and wasn't allowed to injure her feet.

After a few years, Lin Mingmo picked up ballet again. Although her basic skills did not regress, her physical functions did decline a lot.

I can only teach the children in the elementary class.

She thought she should practice more.

Just when Lin Mingmo was in a daze, Qin Yue walked up to her, patted her shoulder, and stared at her in front of her.

Lin Mingmo was startled and stammered, "Qin... Teacher Qin, what's wrong? Is there something wrong with my performance?"

Qin Yue shook her head solemnly, then moved closer and asked, "You'll come tomorrow too, right? Lin Mingmo, don't make me regret this decision."

She suddenly moved closer, and the pleasant rose scent from her body invaded Lin Mingmo's nostrils, breaking the safe distance between Lin Mingmo and others.

Lin Mingmo was so frightened that she subconsciously took a big step back. Then she reacted and quickly apologized with a bitter smile: "I... I will come. Sorry, Teacher Qin..."

"Just think it through. I don't like people who fish for three days and rest for two days."

Qin Yue had a cold face and looked past Lin Mingmo to the door, his eyes a little dazed.

"Teacher Qin..."

Lin Mingmo turned around curiously and looked over. Following her gaze, she saw a familiar figure through the large glass of the dance studio.

"Mingmo!" Mo Zheng rushed in, walked straight up to her, bent down and took her hand, and asked anxiously, "Are you okay?"

Lin Mingmo was frightened again and immediately retracted her hand.

"I...I...of course I'm fine!"

She felt inexplicably nervous and frowned at Mo Zheng's nervous expression, but she was observing Qin Yue's reaction out of the corner of her eye.

"I'm sorry about last night..." Mo Zheng's tone was humble and sincere.

Lin Mingmo opened her eyes wide and tried hard to recall what happened last night with her confused thoughts... Nothing happened... What was the point of Mo Zheng's inexplicable apology?

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw that Qin Yue's expression had become even colder. She picked up her bag and walked straight to the door.

"Mo Zheng, you'd better pray that I can see her here again tomorrow, otherwise..."

Qin Yue glanced at Mo Zheng coldly and strode out of the dance studio.

Lin Mingmo looked up and could still see her dashing figure through the glass partition.

When she looked away, she found that Mo Zheng's eyes were also following Qin Yue, and she was slightly stunned.

She realized belatedly that what Mo Zheng had just said was...how ambiguous it was.

When others hear this, they will have a lot of fantasies.

It turned out that Mo Zheng was using him as a tool to anger Qin Yue again.

Damn it! Lin Mingmo was clearly determined to have a good relationship with Qin Yue.

Mo Zheng's actions only deepened the misunderstanding...

"If you really want to piss her off, don't show that reluctant expression." Lin Mingmo pointed out his mistake bluntly, looking unhappy.

Mo Zheng turned back, frowned, chuckled, and shook his head.

"Who cares about her?" Mo Zheng looked at Lin Mingmo and said, "I only care about you now..."

His eyes were full of inquiry, as if he wanted to see through her heart.

"Why do you care about me?" Lin Mingmo concealed her panic and asked knowingly.

"It seems you really don't have the habit of watching the news..." Mo Zheng frowned, "I was drunk last night, Sheng Yuan..."

He stopped talking and observed Lin Mingmo's reaction.

From her evasive demeanor and the fleeting sadness in her eyes, it was clear that she already knew what happened last night.

Even Mo Zheng was a little embarrassed to talk about this kind of thing.

It was clear that the two were inseparable just two days ago, but then new rumors came out... and two of them.

I wanted to comfort Lin Mingmo by saying that this kind of thing is common in the circle and too many people take relationships between men and women lightly.

The faces of the people around him kept changing, and in the end, Mo Zheng hardly remembered their faces.

They all look pretty much the same anyway.

But then I thought, wouldn’t this be a bit cruel to Lin Mingmo?

Perhaps this woman still has some illusions?

"Um..." Mo Zheng stuttered, "Ayuan is not that kind of person. There might be a misunderstanding. How about you talk to each other in person?"

Mo Zheng and Sheng Yuan have a deep friendship that no one else can compare to.

He knew very well that the Sheng Yuan he knew was completely different from the Sheng Yuan known to the public.

At least, when it comes to relationships, Sheng Yuan wouldn't handle it so badly.

At least, every ex-girlfriend who broke up with him wouldn't be too sad...

"There's no misunderstanding." Lin Mingmo smiled, "There's nothing much to talk about."

Her voice trembled uncontrollably, making her words less credible.

Lin Mingmo didn't know what emotion to use to face Sheng Yuan.

"Oh...Lin Mingmo, are you sad?" Mo Zheng raised his eyebrows and asked tentatively.

Lin Mingmo's breathing paused slightly.

After a long silence, she took a deep breath and shook her head, "I don't have the right to be sad..."

After a pause, she looked up at Mo Zheng, a smile forming on her lips, "Boss, I'm really fine. I've thought about this day a long time ago."

"Is it really okay?"

"Really, really!" Lin Mingmo was a little impatient at the question. "Anyway, I was only with him for a breakup gift... Think about it, I only spent a few days with him, and he got a Porsche. Isn't that a good deal?"

"Besides, I will work seriously in the future. At least as my boss, you should be happy!"

Lin Mingmo squeezed her eyebrows together, revealing a smile full of pride.

She remembered Sheng Yuan once saying that her acting was good, and now it seemed that she was indeed good. At least she had a good grasp of the emotional switching.

"You..." Mo Zheng blinked and wanted to say something.

"Okay, it's time to get off work. Boss, if you insist on chatting with me... you will have to pay me overtime." Lin Mingmo shrugged and interrupted him impatiently.

Now she just wanted to go home, lie down, and have a sweet cake and milk tea, which would be even better if it had fried chicken.

Mo Zheng looked at Lin Mingmo's face for a long time and couldn't help laughing out loud.

He turned sideways and waved his hands, making a "please" gesture.

Lin Mingmo didn't bother to be polite with him. She waved and said "bye" before striding away.

Looking at her graceful back, Mo Zheng began to wonder if he had underestimated Lin Mingmo.

It's not certain who is playing with whom between her and Sheng Yuan.

Shortly after Lin Mingmo left, Mo Zheng received a call from Sheng Yuan.

"Mo Zheng, have you seen her?" Sheng Yuan asked straight to the point.

Mo Zheng naturally knew who he was talking about, "I saw it."

"She..." Sheng Yuan paused, and with a heavy breath, Sheng Yuan asked in a deep voice, "How is her mood?"

Mo Zheng thought Sheng Yuan was just feeling guilty after making a mistake, so he exaggerated and said, "It's normal. He's not affected at all."

“…” Sheng Yuan was silent.

"Sheng Yuan, she's quite generous. She doesn't mind you being so extravagant outside at all." Mo Zheng said sarcastically, "Give her a small gift, a bag or gemstone that women like. At worst, you can just transfer the money and let it go. Don't worry too much..."

Before Mo Zheng could finish his words, the call was suddenly hung up.

Sheng Yuan slowly put down his phone. In the dim and silent room with the curtains drawn, his breathing became heavier, his brows furrowed, and the rhythm of his fingers tapping on the table became more and more rapid.

No impact at all... magnanimous...

Ha ha.

The corners of Sheng Yuan's mouth curled up slightly, and the cold and murderous look on his face became more and more intense.

His heart was silently asking himself, Lin Mingmo, why don’t you mind?

Whether it's anger, jealousy, or grievance...

As long as she gave any reaction, he would convince himself.