A Guide to Spoiling Your Wife After Marriage

Chapter 598 Who Will Lead the Dance

"I propose that Teacher Yulan lead the group dance this time!" Bai Meimei's voice suddenly sounded in the dance rehearsal room.

Tang Jingsheng was practicing small dance steps at the side. Hearing this, she raised her head and saw that all the teachers were looking at her. Tang Jingsheng felt that it had nothing to do with her: "It's up to you to decide who to lead the dance. I'm fine."

Teacher Yulan is the best dancer among several teachers these days.

Teacher Yanyang disagreed: "That's not acceptable, the principal should lead the dance, this is in line with the rules."

"That's right, how can there be a teacher leading the dance, and the principal is accompanying the dance, so outsiders will say that our lobby school has no rules." Several teachers expressed their opinions one after another, and they still think Tang Jingsheng is the best to lead the dance.

Teacher Yulan was used to being the principal before, and she had long taken it for granted that she should lead the dance. Now she silently looked at Tang Jingsheng, a little unhappy.

Unfortunately, the other teachers had already made up their minds and recommended Tang Jingsheng to lead the dance.

Tang Jingsheng almost made a mistake in her little dance steps. By the time she realized it, the teachers had collectively made a decision: "Yes, it is most appropriate for the principal to lead the dance."

The so-called lead dancer is the one who has to be at the front and how well he dances will be magnified infinitely.

Tang Jingsheng said with a bitter face: "But I obviously dance very well."

"You're still a little bit self-aware!" Bai Meimei glared at her, grabbed the lead dancer's seat, and still put on a show, pretending that she was very reluctant.

Pretentious attitude.

"Principal Tang, you have to work hard!" Teacher Yulan said sourly, turned her back, and walked away.

"Yes, principal, don't be lazy, we will rely on you to lead the dance." Teacher Yanyang patted Tang Jingsheng on the shoulder.

After everyone left, only Tang Jingsheng was left standing there in a daze.

It was slowly getting dark outside.

That night, when Ning Zhouting returned home, he didn't find Tang Jingsheng. After asking the housekeeper, he found out that Tang Jingsheng hadn't come back today at all.

In the lobby school, all the classroom lights were turned off, leaving only the rehearsal room lights on.

When Ning Zhouting walked to the door of the rehearsal room, he saw that small figure in the rehearsal room.

Music was still playing inside, and Tang Jingsheng was dancing over and over again.

Ning Zhouting walked in slowly.

Suddenly, the music was mixed with a man's deep voice: "How long are you going to practice?"

"Ah!" Tang Jingsheng, who was concentrating on it, was startled by the sudden sound, then her feet swayed, her left foot tripped over her right foot, and she fell straight down.

"Be careful!" Ning Zhouting hurriedly stepped forward and put his arms around her waist.

Under the orange light, he hugged her waist with one hand, took her arm with the other, and pulled her into his arms.

Tang Jingsheng took a deep breath, her small face wrinkled into a ball, and she looked at him complainingly, very pitifully.

"It's all your fault!" She patted his chest with her hand, and patted him twice with a little effort, and then her eye circles became a little red again.

"What's wrong?" Ning Zhouting subconsciously checked her body, he obviously didn't let her fall just now.

Tang Jingsheng took a breath, gritted her teeth and hummed, "Feet!"

Ning Zhouting lowered his head, only to realize that the woman's petite foot was hooked up, as if she couldn't stand, she only stood on one foot.

"Let me see!" Ning Zhouting helped her sit on a chair beside her, reaching out to touch her foot.

She looked cautious, as if she was afraid of hurting her, and then after taking off her shoes, a bruise was on her ankle, which was very dazzling.

Ning Zhouting held her ankle with one hand, took out the phone with the other, and made a call: "Doctor Bai, where are you now?"

At this moment, the doctors in the school's infirmary have already left work.

"I'm in the central hospital, what's wrong?"

"My wife sprained her ankle, you should come to the lobby hospital soon."

On the other side, Dr. Bai paused for a long time, and couldn't help complaining: "I still have two operations to do, and you need me to go for your little injury!"

"Nonsense! Come or not!" Ning Zhouting said concisely.

Doctor Bai over there hastily changed his tone: "Come on, I really owe you, come now and give me 10 minutes."

Ning Zhouting hung up the phone and saw Tang Jingsheng holding the injured leg and blowing gently, he couldn't help laughing: "Blowing is useless!"

"Then why is it useful?" Tang Jingsheng asked subconsciously.

Not long after, that Doctor Bai strode towards here. Tang Jingsheng's legs were placed on the chair, like an exhibit. Doctor Bai looked at it for a while, and then he took out some medicinal wine from his arms and handed it to Ning Chau Ting:
"Fortunately, no bones were injured, it's just bruises. You can use this medicinal wine every morning and evening to push it, and it will be cured in three days."

Ning Zhouting reached out to take the medicinal wine and said, "Thank you."

Doctor Bai snorted out of his nose angrily: "I still have something to do, so I'm leaving first."

When Doctor Bai left, Ning Zhouting dipped his hand in some medicinal wine and landed on Tang Jingsheng's ankle. His tone softened slightly: "Hold on!"

Tang Jingsheng subconsciously became nervous, and wanted to retract her foot, but his big palm held her ankle, and then exerted a little strength, pushing and rubbing it a few times.

Suddenly, Tang Jingsheng wailed from the rehearsal room: "Ah, take it easy."

"It's already very light."

"No, I can't take it anymore."

Ning Zhouting's forehead was covered with sweat, and he was not willing to let Tang Jingsheng suffer, but if he didn't use his strength, Tang Jingsheng's foot would not heal so quickly.

Following Tang Jingsheng's snort, Ning Zhouting's heart tightened, and the guilt in his heart became stronger.

After much difficulty, Ning Zhouting finally let go of his big palm.

Tang Jingsheng's face was flushed red from too much force, and his head was sweating.

It looks, but also delicate and charming.

"Okay, tomorrow morning, I'll push it for you again." Ning Zhouting's heartbeat also accelerated, and he exhaled heavily.

Tang Jingsheng snorted angrily: "I don't feel pity at all!"

"This time it's my fault, what compensation do you want, you can just ask." Ning Zhouting just saw her cry out in pain, and he felt that he was in more pain than her.

"Carry me!" Tang Jingsheng thrust her waist like a queen, and opened her hands.

Ning Zhouting smiled, and couldn't help reaching out and tapping her little nose, then Shi Shiran squatted down: "Come up!"

Tang Jingsheng circled his neck and jumped on it.

It seems to be intentional, and the strength is not small.But Ning Zhouting just wobbled a few times before standing up with her on his back.

In fact, Tang Jingsheng's anger has long since dissipated. She didn't pay attention to the accident just now.

She leaned gently on his shoulder and asked softly, "Why are you here?"

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