After being forced to become a private tutor

At night, He Shuan slept very restlessly. He was in a daze. He felt movement beside him, and slowly opened his eyes. He found Xie Mingyang standing beside the bed. His suit hadn't changed yet. He had obviously just returned home from get off work.

Xie Mingyang glanced at the bowl on the bedside table, "Why didn't you drink this porridge?"

He Shuan's voice was still a little hoarse, "I have no appetite."

Xie Mingyang didn't say anything, he went downstairs with a bowl in his hand, and he came back not long after, with the porridge in his hand already heated up, steaming hot mist, he helped He Shuan to sit up with one hand, "If you don't have an appetite, you have to drink some , otherwise how could the body bear it?"

He Shu'an looked at Xie Mingyang's calm side face, and his heart fluctuated slightly, "Are you not angry anymore?"

Xie Mingyang handed the spoon to He Shuan's mouth, "I saw the text message you sent."

He Shu'an lowered his eyelids, opened his mouth to swallow the porridge, but couldn't taste the slightest taste.

That was the biggest concession he could make.

Xie Mingyang narrowed his eyes, as if trying to test the truth, "Are you really not going to teach him anymore?"

He Shuan hummed lightly.

If he had known early on that the matter would develop to this point, he would not have softened his mouth that day, and would not have hurt himself, the relationship between the two of them, and the innocent Jiang Qiyi.

Xie Mingyang's eyes flashed with unknown meaning, "Okay, then I will trust you again."

He Shu settled down, as if he didn't expect Xie Mingyang to let go so easily, "You won't let me resign?"

Xie Mingyang put the bowl back on the cabinet, avoided He Shuan's sight by taking a tissue, and reached out to wipe the corner of his mouth, "Since you promised not to teach him, then forget it."

He Shu'an faintly felt that things were going too smoothly. After all, the two had a big quarrel over resignation in the morning, but he didn't think much about it, thinking that it was his move to transfer classes that dispelled Xie Mingyang's thoughts.

This is also good, he can continue to work in the training institution, without being forced to choose between Xie Mingyang and work.

He Shu'an lay back on the bed, maybe because he didn't need to think about the headache anymore, he closed his eyes in this rare and harmonious atmosphere, and soon fell asleep.

Xie Mingyang followed He Shu'an's soft hair one by one, and there was an indescribable depth hidden in the dim light in his eyes.

At this moment, Xie Mingyang's cell phone rang. He picked it up and saw that it was a call from his assistant, "Mr. Xie, everything you asked me to prepare is ready."

Xie Mingyang hummed casually.

The assistant hesitated: "But Mr. Xie, do you really want to do it? I'm afraid it will be very detrimental to Mr. He."

Xie Mingyang looked down at the sleeping He Shu'an, but didn't speak.

In fact, he was a little hesitant about whether to do it or not.

After all, He Shuan will be hurt again.

The two of them have been together these days, it is impossible to say that they have no feelings, He Shuan takes care of him in every possible way, there are no two people in this world who are so sincere to him, and he is used to relying on He Shuan.

Xie Mingyang was silent for a long time, then said loosely, "I'll talk about it later."

He hung up the phone, and inadvertently caught a glimpse of He Shuan's cell phone under the pillow, picked it up casually, and the lit screen prompted to enter the password.

Xie Mingyang grabbed He Shuan's thumb to unlock it.

He flipped through the text messages, they were all spam text messages, and there were very few contacts in the address book, most of them were colleagues in the institution or parents of students.

He dug out the call log again, there were several missed calls, and an unfamiliar number dialed in at the top. Looking at the time of the log, He Shuan not only answered, but also chatted for a long time.

Xie Mingyang frowned slightly, pressed the number, and dialed back.

The phone rang, and no one answered for a long time. Just when he was about to hang up, a male voice came from inside, "You don't want to teach me, why are you calling me!"

Hearing this familiar voice, Xie Mingyang's eyes flashed a winter-like coldness, he clenched the phone tightly, and veins appeared faintly on the back of his hand.

There was no sound from the other end, Jiang Qiyi was furious, "What do you mean, you called me and didn't speak, if you want to reconcile, just say it, Grandpa, I barely forgive you."

Xie Mingyang hung up the phone directly.

He deleted the call records he dialed out, looked at the sleeping He Shuan, as if he heard the voice of broken reason in his head, wished he could strangle him on the spot, and at the same time felt ridiculous for his soft heart at that moment.

Even if He Shuan wasn't the tutor of that boy Jiang Qiyi, the two would still keep in touch.

Xie Mingyang took out his mobile phone and replied to the assistant: proceed according to the original plan.

He wanted He Shuan to never see Jiang Qiyi again.

When he woke up the next day, it was already bright, He Shuan looked at the ceiling, feeling much better, and his head was not so dizzy.

In fact, there is nothing serious about his body, but his heart is tired.

Because I don't know how many times this kind of thing will happen in the future, and how many times he will compromise.

There was no one at home, Xie Mingyang probably went to work, He Shuan didn't think much, and went to work after simply cleaning up.

He took a day off yesterday, and he has to make up all his classes today.

As soon as He Shuan came to the training institution, he found that the atmosphere inside was not right. All his colleagues were staring at him with strange expressions.

The supervisor came out of the office with a serious expression, "Mr. He, come to my office."

It was rare for He Shuan to see the supervisor like this. He put down his briefcase and followed the supervisor into the office.

The supervisor closed the door of the office, blocking the curious view from outside.

He Shu'an was confused, "Director, what's the matter?

The supervisor put on a straight face and said, "Mr. He, I want to ask you something."

A bad premonition faintly appeared in He Shu'an's heart, he clenched his fists, took a light breath, "Say it."

The supervisor seemed a little hesitant, as if he was considering his words. After a long silence, he said, "Did you molest students when you were teaching in school?"

There was a "boom" in He Shu'an's head, and his mind went blank.

why?

Why would the supervisor know about this?

The supervisor looked sad, "Jiang Qiyi's parents called today, saying that you molested students when you were teaching in high school, and you were expelled from the school. Is this true or false?"

He Shuan's face turned pale, blood flowed down his body, and his hands and feet became cold.

That nightmare that he never wanted to touch, now was revealed again bloody, catching him by surprise.

He Shu'an's nails got stuck in his flesh, and the pain brought him back to his senses for a while, let out a trembling breath, and argued: "Director, this matter is a misunderstanding, I have never molested a student."

The supervisor frowned, waiting for him to continue.

He Shu'an said in a slow, trembling voice: "You have seen that student before, that is Mr. Xie who attended your party two days ago. I was his class teacher at the time, but he didn't like me. He wanted to drive me away from school. , that’s why I lied that I molested him.”

Speaking of which, he was actually the one who was forced, but in that situation, most people would take it for granted that Xie Mingyang was the weak side, while he was the villain who used his status as the class teacher to force and bully the students.

In addition, Xie Mingyang has a photo in his hand, and Zhou Shuo's testimony, it is difficult for him to argue.

The supervisor has been with He Shuan for so long, and he also knows that he is not this kind of person, so he said embarrassingly: "Teacher He, of course I believe you, but it is useless for you to explain this to me. Let your... rap|rapist continue to teach in the institution, or you will join other parents to protest."

He Shu'an stood there in a daze, his heart sank little by little.

Rape|rapist?

How could he bear such slander.

After an unknown amount of time, He Shu'an heard his own voice floating from far away, "Then what do you want?"

Seeing He Shuan's distraught look, the supervisor couldn't bear it, but he still reluctantly said: "We will pay you this month's basic salary. From tomorrow onwards, you won't be able to go to work."

He Shu'an had already expected this ending, he lowered his head, his fingertips were turning white while grasping the hem of his clothes, and he exhausted all his strength to utter the word "OK".

He didn't know how he got out of the training institution. After leaving the office, the sights that shot at him were like poisonous snakes spitting out letters, tightly wrapped around his neck, making him unable to breathe.

In those eyes, there was pity, some disbelief, but more contempt.

In the eyes of these people, he once again became a heinous rapist.

He Shu'an was sitting on a bench in the park with a briefcase in his hand. It was the end of summer, and the sun was shining on him warmly, but he felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, and his whole body felt cold.

When this happened, the first person in his mind was Xie Mingyang.

He only asked himself to resign yesterday, but today Jiang Qiyi's parents found out about his past. Is this a coincidence, or is Xie Mingyang deliberately playing tricks behind his back?

He Shuan bent down and covered his face, the chaos in his mind made him unable to think anymore.

At that moment his cell phone rang.

He Shuan looked at the caller ID, although there was no note, he still remembered that it was the number Jiang Qiyi called.

At this moment, he didn't want to hear anyone's voice, so he pressed the reject button without hesitation, and turned off the phone.

Looking at the endlessly flowing streets, a thought suddenly popped up in He Shu'an's mind, he wanted to ask clearly.

At least he couldn't pretend nothing happened and let the seeds of doubt germinate.

He Shuan took a taxi to Xie Mingyang's company.

The front desk didn't stop him. After all, anyone with a discerning eye can see the relationship between the two these days. He Shuan came to the president's office smoothly.

Seeing him, the secretary quickly stood up, "Mr. He."

He Shuan took a deep breath, "I'm looking for Mr. Xie."

The secretary was about to speak, when Xie Mingyang's voice came from behind, "Teacher, why are you here?"

He Shu'an turned his head and looked at the handsome and straight Xie Mingyang walking towards him, suddenly panicked in his heart.

Xie Mingyang approached and found that He Shuan's expression was not quite right, and asked strangely: "Teacher, what's wrong with you, your face is so ugly?"

He Shu'an's Adam's apple slid gently, and asked: "Jiang Qiyi's parents found out that I was fired from high school, did you do it?"