Falling Heart

Chapter 28 What If I'm Not Here

When Shen Qing returned to the classroom, Xie Mingchao was nowhere to be seen. When the bell rang for evening self-study, the seat next to her was still empty.

The teacher on duty for the evening self-study in the first quarter was Zhang Jianshan. He glanced into the corner and sat down quietly by the podium without saying anything.

Shen Qing lay down on the table, took out her phone and opened WeChat.

【Where are you? 】

Xie Mingchao replied quickly: [Bar]

Shen Qing: 【Why are you there? 】

Xie Mingchao: [part-time job]

Shen Qing didn't ask why she still had to fight so hard after winning the lottery, and asked tentatively: 【Which bar are you in? 】

【Night】

She couldn't be more familiar with this name, but Xie Mingchao left a perverted image in his heart when he accidentally broke into the men's room at Ye Shi Bar.

Although Xie Mingchao hardly spoke when he was by his side, Shen Qing was inexplicably not used to it when he was not in his position.

She really wanted to see what position Xie Mingchao held in the bar.

His face should be the face of the bar as the welcome, or the bartender?
Shen Qing stepped onto the podium, clutching her stomach and frowning, "Teacher, I'm not feeling well, can I ask for leave?"

Zhang Jianshan suddenly said "Oh", and waved his hand with an expression that I understand.

"Then go back and have a good rest."

With Zhang Jianshan's approval, she almost yelled excitedly, and pressed back the half-straightened body in Zhang Jianshan's puzzled eyes.

"Hiss—goodbye, teacher."

Shen Qing left the classroom pressing on her stomach, and when she took her hand away, she realized that she was pressing on her stomach.

Zhang Jianshan probably didn't notice it, right?In her concept, the stomach and the abdomen are collectively referred to as the stomach, and it should be the same everywhere.

It was the first time that she didn't have to study at night, and Shen Qing felt exciting and novel for a long time.

She went back to the parking lot of the Taoyuan community, rode on her beloved little pink eDonkey, and drove the navigation to the direction of the night bar.

Minors were not allowed to enter the bar, but last time Gong Xiaoxiao moved out of her identity as the eldest lady, and the bar manager was an old friend of the Gong couple, so she made an exception and let them in.

This time Shen Qing also entered the door smoothly.

She sized up the welcoming lady at the door, and it was obvious that she was not Xie Mingchao in women's clothing.

Shen Qing looked back at the bar in disappointment. It was the same male bartender with freckles on his cheeks last time.

It's not the welcome or the waiter. Xie Mingchao is not in the front hall. Could it be that he is doing cleaning?
She was about to look for him in the corridor, when there was an exclamation from under the stage.

"Damn it, listen to it!"

"Handsome, come one more!"

"Encore Encore Encore!"

Shen Qing stopped walking, turned to look at the stage, her eyes froze.

Xie Mingchao was dressed in black, holding a guitar in his arms, plucking the strings with lowered eyes, and the melodious syllables flowed through the speaker in the hall.

"Write poetry for you, stand still for you, do the impossible for you..."

His voice is warm and clear, like the summer wind blowing through the valley, refreshing and refreshing.

The light fell on him softly, as if being gently kissed by the moonlight, noble and cold.

She stared blankly at the people on the stage, and for the first time found that Xie Mingchao had an alluring charm besides that childish face.

Shen Qing took a picture of this scene, bowed her head to appreciate it, and a steamy voice sounded behind her: "Hey, do we still have a little girl here?"

She turned around and looked coldly at the people behind her.

"What's up?"

When they saw her face, they all had expressions of astonishment.

"Grass, it looks so fucking amazing!"

"Brother, this is correct."

The leader is a man with dyed yellow hair, a blue dragon tattooed on his left arm, and a dazzling large gold chain hanging around his neck.

The two servants beside her had cropped hair, and they looked at her maliciously.

Shen Qing was calm on the face, but panicked in his heart.

At first glance, these few people look more like gangsters than Zhou Chen, especially the tattoos, which are more social than Zhou Chen's Peppa Pig.

She subconsciously took two steps back, and had already greeted Gong Xiaoxiao countless times in her heart.

It's clear that there are no dishonest people!
Shen Qing regretted that she didn't listen to Li Qinglu's words and went to learn taekwondo, otherwise she could have given these three people a few times.

Huang Mao looked at her unscrupulously and licked the corner of his mouth. "Little sister, she looks quite small, how old is she?"

She groped on the table behind her and reached for a vase, "It has nothing to do with you."

The little brother Qinglong on the left spoke first: "She seems to be wearing school pants, is she still a high school student?"

Shen Qing didn't dare to go home and change her clothes, fearing that Li Xin would find out that she missed her evening study, so she only took off her coat, which was a white T-shirt inside.

Although the trousers have been improved, the style can still be seen as school trousers at a glance.

Most of the patrons in the foyer were drawn away from the stage, and she was surrounded by only the few people in front of her.

Even the attention of the bartender at the bar was diverted.

Shen Qing was ready to break the vase to attract attention, but the sound of music on the stage stopped abruptly, followed by the sound of footsteps stepping on the steps.

Huang Mao looked at the people coming here, and said impatiently: "Hey, what's your business doing as a resident singer? Go back and sing your song!"

She turned around in surprise, and Xie Mingchao walked straight up with the guitar in one hand, his brows and eyes as indifferent as ever.

"Stay away from her."

"Who are you kid?" The little brother Baihu on Huang Mao's right clicked his tongue, and was about to grab Shen Qing's hand.

Shen Qing hurriedly turned sideways to avoid the salty pig's hand.

Xie Mingchao pulled her towards the back, "Do you want to cause trouble here?"

Nervously, she grabbed the hem of his shirt and called him in a low voice: "Xie Mingchao..."

The manager hurriedly came out from the backstage and stood between the two of them.

"Don't hurt your temper, we're a serious bar here, and the police station is right next door to this street."

The dissatisfaction on Huang Mao's face dissipated a bit, and he snorted unconvinced.

"Okay, don't make trouble here, let's go out."

"Go out with you?" Xie Mingchao took out his mobile phone, and pressed 110 on the dial interface on the screen, "I will call the police if anyone touches her."

Shen Qing's mood shook slightly, and suddenly she felt that the figure in front of her grew taller.

It was she who misunderstood his face before, and the innocent appearance was just his cover.

The atmosphere was at a stalemate, and it was only after the manager persuaded Huang Mao to leave in a good manner that he returned to calm.

Shen Qing breathed a sigh of relief, "Thank you."

Xie Mingchao looked worried, and looked at her with frowned eyebrows, "Why did you come here? Even if it's clear, it's not an absolutely safe place."

"I..." She looked away guiltily, "I'm just curious about what you're doing here."

"You know now?" He pulled her wrist and walked out the door, "I'll take you back first."

When Shen Qing came back to her senses, Xie Mingchao had already let go of her wrist, "I came here by bicycle, you can go back by yourself."

Xie Mingchao looked gloomy, "Shen Qing, what if I'm not here?"

"Ah..." She pursed her lips, her voice a little aggrieved, "I came here because you were here."

(End of this chapter)