Hidden Assassin

The woman he coveted for a long time was pushed down on the bed, and she also said extremely ambiguous words. Huang Haoyun's reaction was to spit out nosebleeds. From this, it may not be difficult to guess what kind of fantasies he has about Yahan on weekdays.

On the other hand, when Yahan opened her eyes in a daze, her first reaction was a more intense struggle. Knowing that she has always had low blood pressure and was confused when she woke up, Jiaming pressed her hands: "Hey, did you have a nightmare? That... Teacher Yahan."

"No...no...that...you always want...I...that...I beg you to forgive me...but, but you ignore me...I, I...shame...that... That... uh..."

Intermittent voices, because the owner's thoughts are a little confused, most of them can't be heard clearly, but they can probably recognize a few words, and they are not very sure. But even if it's a guess, these words are obviously more ambiguous than the sentence "Brother Jia Ming doesn't want it" just now. Letting go of Yahan's hand, Jia Ming looked awkwardly at Huang Haoyun behind him, and at this moment, Yahan became slightly sober.

"Uh...that...that...what's the matter..."

"No...no, did you have a nightmare? I remember that you have always had low blood pressure. When you wake up, you can't distinguish dreams from reality..." Sitting on the edge of the bed with a nonchalant smile, Jia Ming also pointed to Yahan's The skirt, after a lot of struggle just now, the hem of the skirt has already faded up at this time, and black underwear with lace can be vaguely seen. Presumably, not only him, Huang Haoyun may also have feasted his eyes unintentionally, and he couldn't help but feel a little regretful.

Pulling down the hem of the skirt quickly, Yahan picked up the wide-rimmed glasses on the side desk and put them on, lowered her head, and sat on Jiaming's bed with her legs bent. There was a moment of silence in the room, and the atmosphere looked a bit like the scene where Yahan was caught in bed by Huang Haoyun after he had committed adultery with Jiaming. It was also in this atmosphere that Yahan's face turned red as he recalled everything before. In the end, it was like a layer of tomato sauce.

"Uh, that..." After a while, Yahan was the first to break the deadlock, "I... I looked like I had a nightmare, I... I want to go to the toilet." Taking a deep breath, she held her head Getting off the bed with flushed cheeks, she put on her black high-heeled shoes, then smiled and walked out the door.

"Hey, it's time to eat."

"Okay, okay, I'll be there right away..."

"My room has a toilet..."

Jiaming wanted to follow him out, but Yahan didn't seem to intend to wait for him, and ran away after a few bangs. On this side, Huang Haoyun had already stared at Jia Ming fiercely, then rushed over and grabbed his collar.

"Be honest! You and Yahan..."

Before the words fell, Jia Ming, who was directly pressed against the window, stretched out his hand and moved behind his back. The window suddenly opened, and Jia Ming had already fallen on the grass outside, and got up after rolling a few times.

"Please, be reasonable, boss, it's definitely not what you think."

"Otherwise, what would it be like, and in the hotel in Xinning City... I haven't asked you yet..."

"She just had a nightmare...and I'm seven years younger than her, we're just friends, you know, year-end friends, year-end friends..."

"Give it to you! I'll kill you..."

Wanting to chase him out from the window sill, Jia Ming has already turned around and ran away without seeing anyone. In this house, he can always hide from those who can't be provoked, and no one can chase him.

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More than ten minutes later, Yahan came out of the toilet and appeared in the hall. After greeting some people she knew, she went straight to the corner and sat down next to Jiaming. This table is full of young people from the Huang family, similar to Jiaming, Huang Haobing, and Xu Yiting after paying homage to her father. Yahan got involved, and she was a little uncoordinated, but judging from her current state, it seems that there is no Take note of this.

This time, Yahan is considered a guest, and her weight in the Zhang family is not low. Half a minute later, an aunt from Jiaming came over and wanted to arrange for her to go to the table next to the main dining table. Adding a seat, Yahan quickly stood up and refused with a smile.

"Don't worry, Auntie. We're so familiar. Isn't it the same as my home here? What's more, everyone at that table is talking about business, and I can't talk to a girl. It just so happens that Yi Ting is also at this table... ...And I am a teacher, and I teach people like them..."

However, saying that she was sitting with Yiting, there was still a seat next to Xu Yiting, but she didn't go there. Instead, she chose to sit next to Jiaming. Seeing that she had no intention of sitting there, the other party stopped forcing her And not far away, Huang Haoyun, who had less suspicion in his heart, looked over again with eyes full of resentment.

Speaking of which, Yahan hadn't been to Huang's house since the incident of kidnapping at the picnic, so it was okay to give up. I really lack something compared to a guy like Jiaming.

While he was depressed, Yahan's emotions seemed to be in some kind of conflict. From the moment she sat down, she didn't talk to Jia Ming. When the dishes came, she just ate them in a dull mood. Occasionally, someone she knew came over and just smiled. Hello. There was a lot of people inside and outside the hall, and it was very lively, but Jia Ming always felt that there was a chill around him, and when he was almost halfway through the meal, Huang Bingxing also came over with a wine glass and exchanged greetings with Yahan.

As Huang Haoyun's father, Huang Bingxing has always hoped that Yahan can be his daughter-in-law. Although Yahan and Huang Haoyun don't like each other, Huang Bingxing has always maintained a good relationship with Zhang Jing'an, Yahan, and the Zhang family. After chatting for a while, after drinking two glasses of wine, Huang Bingxing asked with a smile: "I heard that Yahan has a good relationship with Jiaming, isn't it?"

"Hehe, of course." Yahan was slightly taken aback when he heard about Jia Ming, but then she smiled brightly, "We are like siblings, I am also his senior sister in the martial arts gym, and, Jia Ming saved my life before, huh..." He reached out and patted Jia Ming's head like a puppy, then put his arm around Jia Ming's shoulder, and kissed him heavily on the cheek, although Jia Ming was also sixteen years old at this time, but there was a difference in age between the two of them after all. In the eyes of others, such an aboveboard flirting came from sincerity. Wiping their cheeks, they all made fun of each other.

After asking this question, Huang Bingxing left with a smile, and said a few words to Huang Haoyun in the distance. Although they were far away and couldn't hear them, Jiaming could still make out the meaning by reading their lips. Huang Bingxing probably said: " No prospect...the age difference is so big, how could she and Jia Ming..."

"Hey, don't rub it, there is no..."

While identifying the father and son's words, Yahan smiled and took his hand that was wiping his face, Jiaming rolled his eyes: "How could there be no..."

"Hmph, how do you know there is? You didn't look in the mirror!" Yahan said unwillingly, raising her head.

"Here." Jia Ming pointed to the white porcelain bowl beside her angrily, the rim of the bowl had already been stained with a few fine traces of lipstick, "You are crazy, the lipstick is so thick..."

"Hmph... so what about the nymphomaniac..."

If it was the atmosphere when the two of them were alone on weekdays, Yahan would probably treat this kind of thing as a game and pounce on it and leave a lipstick mark, but under the current situation, she naturally dare not do anything else. And when Jiaming said that her lipstick was too thick, Yahan couldn't help but blushed again. She put on the makeup in the toilet, and she was in a messed mood at the time...

Thinking back on those things, looking at the red marks on Jiaming's face, Yahan picked up the porcelain bowl, bit the edge of the bowl with her lips, and then left a red lip mark there, both inside and outside , bright and attractive...

Up until now, even though he was emotionally as slow as Jiaming, he had vaguely sensed something was wrong. He had already made a judgment intellectually, but he still couldn't understand emotionally, and felt a little confused for a while. Yahan next to him quietly lowered his head to eat, occasionally raised his head with a smile, and stopped talking to him until the dinner was over.

After eating and resting for a while, Yahan got up to say goodbye, and chatted with Jiaming about the next day's performance, but the tone was as formulaic as possible, without too much intimacy.

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At the intersection, the red light came on, and the car stopped quietly before the white line.

Looking at the light for a few seconds, Yahan took a deep breath, gently hugged the steering wheel, and rested her forehead on it.

Recalling the situation when she took off her underwear in the toilet, the sticky and embarrassing water stains, she could even feel the coldness between her legs at this moment, and her whole body was so soft that she couldn't lift her strength.

Actually had a dream on Jiaming's bed... You died... Zhang Yahan...

Jiaming...does he know? Although everything is normal at the dinner table, pretending to be pure is his strong point. He is as keen as him. He probably knew it, but he didn't say it because he didn't want to embarrass himself. So what kind of thoughts will he have in his heart? How do you see yourself...

And that dream...

I always thought that I should be a very normal person, but what did that dream represent? I really like Jiaming, and I like it, but I can't say it out, if Jiaming can really be like that dream...Forcing myself, just for his own happiness and forcing himself to do something. Such shameful things come, even if I cry and beg for mercy, I will not be moved... Then I don't have to face embarrassment and choices...

From a psychological point of view, dreams are the manifestation of desire in people's hearts. Could it be that I am looking forward to that kind of thing...

Unable to think clearly, and unable to easily admit it, a moment later, when the green light came on, she stepped on the gas pedal, trying to focus on tomorrow's school celebration.

But... Jia Ming's performance...