There Are Always Teachers Asking Parents

The two women lying on the sofa were the teacher and the mother. They hugged and hugged each other, as if they were very close. The teacher held her mother's hand and pressed her so that she couldn't move, and her mother's face was red, a little shy and cramped.

What Lu Wei's eyes saw was such a scene.

The little people don't understand the friendship between the same sex. They just think something is weird. They seem to have seen them, but they are not the same, so vaguely they can't explain it clearly.

What is the difference?

She forgot what she was going to say, and focused on the problem.

Hearing her daughter's voice, Lu Zhiqiao trembled all over and pushed Qi Yan away reflexively. At that moment, his soft arms exploded with amazing power. Before Qi Yan could react, he was caught off guard and fell off the sofa.

-Boom

Her buttocks hit the tiled floor hard, numb for a while, gradually spreading dull pain, she frowned: "Hey..."

"Ms. Qi!" The little girl exclaimed, rushing to help her up. "Does it matter to you?"

Qi Yan patted his **** and smiled awkwardly: "It's okay."

Lu Zhiqiao hurriedly got up and sat up, stroked his hair, panted with his thin lips slightly open, and the beautiful peach color on his face became more and more delicate. She closed her eyes and changed to a cold, self-sufficient face. She took her daughter's hand and asked without a problem: "Niu Niu, what did you just say?"

"Well."

Lu Wei bit his lower lip, remembering what he was going to say, and forgot the question that had not yet figured out the answer. He hugged her neck and acted like a baby: "Mom, I don't want to take the subway tomorrow. You can send me to school. ~"

"I'll send you off." Qi Yan continued, "No, we went to school together."

Lu Zhiqiao rebuffed: "No need." His tone was cold, half-closed his eyelids and did not look at her, but he raised his eyes and smiled at his daughter, "Then get up earlier tomorrow."

"Okay~" The little girl gave her a kiss and jumped back to the room.

Seeing the door of the second bedroom slowly closed, Lu Zhiqiao breathed a sigh of relief. His back was sweaty. At this moment, she was panicked. She lowered her head and glanced at Qi Yan from the corner of her eyes. Her expression was slightly complaining, and there was still a trace. Restrained shame.

"Are you angry?" Qi Yan smiled and walked over, trying to grab her hand.

But this time Lu Zhiqiao didn't follow him, directly raised his hand to block him, moved aside, and rolled his face without saying a word, leaving Qi Yan half the back of his head and red ears.

My daughter is only twelve years old. She has never been in contact with this stuff since she was a child. How can she understand it? I ran into it today. It is inevitable to ask when she thinks about it. How should she explain it to the child? Although she is not angry, she is somewhat annoyed. It is not Qi Yan who is annoyed, but herself. She is a failed mother and a shameless woman. She can't control the desires in her heart, giving her children bad guidance and education. .

Her sexual orientation is a secret. If one day her daughter learns that she has had an "improper relationship" with her teacher, what would she think of her?

Just thinking about it is suffocating.

Lu Zhiqiao closed his eyes, took a deep breath, clenched his hands on his knees into fists, pinched his palms, and suddenly heard Qi Yan's heavy and low voice: "I'm sorry."

She froze.

"It's my fault, and I will pay attention to it in the future."

Lu Zhiqiao opened his eyes and slowly turned around, and instantly met Qi Yan's sincere and serious gaze. He vaguely saw a flash of loss in the depths, his face changed slightly, his chest suddenly blocked, and he couldn't say what he had brewed.

After all, he is the daughter's teacher, so he can't shake his face, let alone really breathe.

"You... were you okay just now?" She glanced at Qi Yan's fart, and she fell hard when she heard it all at once, so don't hurt her bones.

Qi Yan lowered his eyelids, looked up at her again, and suddenly smiled: "It hurts. Would you like to rub it for me?"

"..."

This person was gentle and decent one second before, and the next second he began to pretend to be a beast and behave as a gangster. His cold and deep eyebrows contained charged hooks, seductive and charming. Lu Zhiqiao became annoyed again, and simply ignored her and continued to deal with the finishing work.

"Just kidding." Qi Yan regained his expression.

Lu Zhiqiao looked at the computer and typed without turning his head back.

Qi Yan smiled, Zhiqu stopped speaking, and didn't plan to leave. She worked, and she was watching her by the side.

The computer screen is densely packed with English. This person is as effortless as looking at his mother tongue. Then he clicked on a window. Qi Yan glanced roughly and couldn't help saying: "Letter of credit?"

Lu Zhiqiao was startled, turned his head, and looked at her slightly surprised: "Aren't you teaching Chinese?"

"Can't a Chinese teacher know English?"

"..."

Niuniu had praised how powerful Qi Yan was before. She thought it was a child's exaggeration, but she didn't care. Now when she suddenly remembered it, the look in Qi Yan's eyes became more intriguing.

"Why," Qi Yan smiled, leaning forward, not too close, "You like me?"

Lu Zhiqiao's face turned dark and turned back.

The night was quiet, and the full moon quietly climbed up the treetops, a cold wind blew in from the half-open window of the balcony, mixed with the arguing of unknown people, intermittently, but very clear. Qi Yan unintentionally listened to it and felt boring. He got up and closed the window. When he returned to the sofa, he did not sit down. He saw a cooperation agreement next to the computer with the logos of the two companies printed on it.

"Are you working for the Xinbei Group?" she asked knowingly.

Lu Zhiqiao hummed without raising his head.

Before asking, she didn't say anything, resisting to talk about sex, but now she is open and evasive, and the boundary between the two has been blurred a bit unknowingly.

Qi Yan stared at the agreement thoughtfully, and wanted to open it to see if it was signed, but after holding it back, Lu Zhiqiao suddenly raised his head: "Why are you still not sleeping?"

Catch a guest.

"Is it okay to be with you?"

"..."

"Since you are not welcome, then I'll go." Qi Yan said calmly, bending over to pick up the crab doll on the ground, and put it on the sofa. The black and soft hair slid down along her movements and spread out for a while. The fragrance of hair water.

Lu Zhiqiao frowned and said quietly: "I didn't mean that."

"I know."

She opened her mouth and wanted to say something, her eyes were stunned without looking aside, her face was hot, and she made a slight beep, then turned her head, Qi Yan was already standing at the door, putting on shoes, and opened the door: "Good night."

Lu Zhiqiao didn't have time to reply, he had already left and closed the door.

I don't know who is arguing, the sound is getting louder and louder, and things are banging loudly. At this moment, the quiet night is especially awkward, and the doors and windows are closed and you can hear it. She was irritated and typed the last line of letters hastily, saved it, and turned off the computer.

Qi Yan said what he said, and promised to pay attention to his measures in the future, so he didn't run to the other side again. She knew that she couldn't eat hot tofu in a hurry. It would be better to have Zhang Youchi like a spring, so she didn't even post WeChat. She went out early every day and stayed at home at night to do her own thing.

Except for seeing Lu Wei at school, she deliberately avoided the mother and daughter the rest of the time. After being so calm for two or three days, Lu Zhiqiao didn't say a word and ignored her.

Saturday, sunny.

After half a month of waiting for the paint to arrive, Qi Yan drove to the factory to wait for repairs. From the morning to the afternoon, the sun was about to set before returning. As she approached the gate of the community, she slowly slowed down, and a black sports car appeared in her sight through the windshield...

The body styling is cool and extremely eye-catching. It is the McLaren I saw last time. The door of its co-driver's seat was raised high, obviously waiting for someone.

Qi Yan gently stepped on the brakes, stopped by the green belt, and then saw Lu Zhiqiao coming out from the side door of the community. She was wearing a smoky blue low-neck sweater, white trousers, and her shoulder-length slightly curled hair. I got on the sports car and closed the door skillfully and neatly.

At a glance, I knew I would sit often.

The car didn't stay for more than half a second, and galloped away.

Qi Yan squinted his eyes, picked up his mobile phone and dialed Lu Zhiqiao's number. The other party answered quickly, with doubts in his voice. She frowned, her eyes darkened slightly, but she said in a brisk tone: "Are you free tonight? I invite you to dinner."

After a few seconds there, he replied: "...No, work overtime."

"In the company?"

"Um."

Qi Yan's face sank, and his thin lips were pursed without making a sound. Then he hung up the phone.