The Devil King of fast wear was a little sweet ( Machine Translation )

There were often students who came from other places to attend Xie Ming's public lectures.

Sometimes, Xie Ming's public lectures were full. In order not to waste money, he would go to other teachers'public lectures.

"Hey, aren't they all professors from B University? Why are there so many differences in the teachers' looks? "

This was the most common saying among the tourists who came to the school.

What did they mean by all professors? Why were there so many differences in their looks Then everyone and the celebrities were all human beings. Why were their parents so good-looking? They had noses and eyes, but they were like mud that Nuwa had casually thrown away when she was making a baby?

Therefore, with all kinds of complicated and subtle love from colleagues, the teachers who lived in the same neighborhood came to greet Xie Ming with a smile. After listening to Xie Ming's explanation one by one, it was Xia Ling who was throwing a Tantrum with him again. Only then did they leave satisfied and filled with gossip.

*

Xie Ming took a tissue to wipe the big footprints on his shoes and got up to return to the apartment.

His dormitory was two bedrooms and one living room. He slept in the master bedroom and Xia Ling slept in the second bedroom. The two of them were just right.

The dormitory was more than 100 square meters. In addition to two bedrooms, there was also a study and a dining room.

The living room was facing the sun and the light was good. It just so happened that Xie Ming was given the last set when he entered the school. The teachers who entered the school after him received housing subsidies, allowing them to rent an apartment outside the school.

As for Xie Ming's apartment, no one knew that it was a dormitory to the outside world and a subsidy from the state inside. The name of the real estate certificate was all his.

With his hands in his pockets, Xie Ming walked back to the dormitory with his long legs.

As he walked back, he thought about Xia Ling's performance on the way back.

This little girl must have suffered too much today, so she couldn't take it when he said a word. She was so embarrassed that she became angry... ...

Xie Ming raised Xia Ling since she was young. How could Xie Ming not know if she had any acting skills?

He had seen her walk on the runway. She was indeed beautiful as if she would shine on the stage, but when it came to acting, she really couldn't do it.

As a freshman, she had studied animal imitation in the acting department. Xia Ling was as wooden as a log. At the end of the first semester, she failed all her acting classes.

Back then, she was admitted to the art department by drawing.

After she entered B school, she insisted on changing her major because she had Xie Ming.

Xie Ming did not want the little girl to be wronged, so he followed her wish and transferred her to the acting department.

Originally, she did not have to worry about food and clothing for the rest of her life, and it did not matter if she was a university hoodlum.

However, Xie Ming did not expect the little girl to become more and more stubborn. Now that everyone wanted to enter the entertainment industry, if he did not stop her, unspoken rules would happen to her.

If she really did not mind anything dirty or SMELLY and was willing to sell anything for the sake of fire, then how would he face the Xia family's parents who had saved him every year?

*

Xie Ming took the key and opened the door.

He had already made up his mind that he would not indulge Xia Ling this time.

The door opened and an alluring fragrance wafted out from the kitchen. It was the smell of pork liver soup and chopped pepper and fish heads.

Xie Ming and Xia Ling did not know how to cook. A long time ago, Xie Ming had found a nanny and stayed at home during the day to take care of their hygiene and three meals a day.

"I'm back. "

"Sir, wait a moment. There's still some time before the rice is ready, " the nanny said in the kitchen.

He walked in and saw the lazy look behind the dining table.

The girl was sitting on a chair with her hair tied into a bun. She was wearing a loose vest and a skirt. Her Fair arms were placed on the armrest of the chair. She leaned her head back as if she was paralyzed on the chair. Her legs were nowhere to be seen under the dining table There was only a pair of slippers beside the chair.