There Are Always Teachers Asking Parents

The corridor was quiet and silent, and the light shining brightly on people's faces, Qi Yan immediately stopped, thinking that he had misheard, and he was stunned for a long while. There was not much joy at that moment. She raised her eyes and looked at the door of 901. She couldn't figure out the reason for a while, but didn't ask, she turned around and helped people to walk to her home.

When she got to the door, she released a hand and went to get the key from her bag. She didn't notice that the people around her could not stand steady. When she shook, she almost fell. She quickly tightened her arms around Lu Zhiqiao, pressing the person firmly and tightly| Paste together.

Lu Zhiqiao has a strong smell of alcohol, and the breath|breath that he exhales is rolling|scorching, she hangs on Qi Yan's shoulder like a koala, cotton|cottonless, half-closed eyelids, lips|flaps slightly open Open, through the corridor lights, you can see the lines on her lips due to dryness.

Qi Yan frowned, groping around in his bag, finally found the key and opened the door neatly.

Enter the house and turn on the lights.

"Slow down, don't take off your shoes first."

Qi Yan helped Lu Zhiqiao move to the sofa, put her down carefully and gently, the weight on her shoulders suddenly loosened, the whole person was light and relaxed, then squatted down to help her take off her shoes, put the shoes on the mat in front of the door, and brought them. Put on the slippers that she had kept for her.

The temperature was low at night and the room was a bit cold. Lu Zhiqiao was sitting on the sofa, and only felt his head dizzy and swollen. His eyes and foreground objects kept spinning and there was no sense of balance, but the consciousness was still clear. She saw Qi Yan bring the sponge mop and drag it. Clean the place where you have stepped on your shoes, glanced at this side worriedly, and then went into the kitchen.

There was a burning sensation in her stomach, which was close to her throat, and her body was very dry. She was uncomfortable, tightened her eyebrows, and kept pulling her own shirt|collar...

Qi Yan boils water in the kitchen.

There is an insulated glass cup on hand, and two spoonfuls of honey are poured into it. When the water is boiled, pour half of it in, then add a little bit of cool white to boil, stir, and the temperature is just right. She picked up the cup and went out, sat down by Lu Zhiqiao, and said softly: "Drink some honey water, it will feel better."

As the cup leaned over, Lu Zhiqiao lifted his eyelids weakly and reached out to hold it. Qi Yan was afraid that she could not hold it firmly, so he held it with one hand and watched her slowly drink.

"thanks......"

After drinking, Lu Zhiqiao panted with her mouth half-opened, closed her eyes, and leaned her neck back against the back of the sofa. Her entire blush was almost dripping with blood, and the enchanting and strange crimson spread from her forehead to the back of her ears, which appeared under the light. Kind of seductive posture, like after that, the rhyme hasn't retreated.

Qi Yan stared blankly, his throat slid unconsciously, and the fingers holding the cup tightened suddenly. There was a restless irritability|movement violently crashing in the bottom of his heart.

I have seen how beautiful her appearance is in full bloom, and the memory is deeply buried in my mind, all the time, all the time, and the sensibility| nerves, and the reason is with a strong cage, and all her desires that are in urgent need of surging at this moment| Nian tightly locked. But the more restrained, the stronger the thoughts, against her.

"Why drink so much wine?" She put down the glass and stretched out her hand slowly, but it fell on her hair.

Lu Zhiqiao closed his eyes and did not respond, his voice was low and weak: "Entertainment."

People are still sober.

Everyone's drunk situation is different. Some people break up when they drink too much, and they can't wake up when the sky falls, and some people do not control their actions when they drink too much, but they are sober. Obviously, Lu Zhiqiao belongs to the latter.

Qi Yan raised his eyebrows slightly, stroked the soft hair on her head with the palm of his hand, brushed away the messy hair, and then slowly moved it to her forehead and cheeks, the temperature was a little bit burning. Suddenly this person tilted his head, his face pressed tightly against her hand, and he muttered: "Hot—"

"..."

When I was drunk, I felt hot, so I naturally wanted to find something cool. Compared with the temperature on her face, Qi Yan's hand was slightly cooler, which was just a good way to cool her down.

But if you hold it for a long time, your hands will become hot. This is not a solution. Qi Yan stared at her closed eyes, carefully withdrew his hands, and there was no response, so he was relieved to get up and go to the bathroom. Turn on the water heater, put some warm water in the basin and bring it over, then turn out a new small square towel, soak it in the water, and then wring it out.

As soon as the wet towel touched Lu Zhiqiao's forehead, her eyelashes moved and she half opened her eyes. Qi Yan thought she was resisting and coaxed softly: "It will be comfortable to wipe her face."

Before he finished speaking, Lu Zhiqiao closed his eyes again.

She let the wet towel move meticulously on her face, the water vapor evaporates and absorbs heat. Repeated this several times, it can indeed take away some heat and feel much more comfortable.

"Is it better?" Qi Yan asked softly.

Lu Zhiqiao made a nasal sound, motionless, the front of his clothes fluctuated with the frequency of his breathing. Although his eyes were closed, his brows were always wrinkled with shallow folds.

When I was a child, I went to the business wine table with my father. Qi Yan still remembers that at that time, a few big men drank like white water, and the piles of wine bottles could play bowling. She thought that her father had a good drinker—if she didn’t go back and see him with her own eyes. If you vomit and break your guts.

"Yes, don't tell your mother..." the man said with a blushing face and dizzy.

Of course she would keep it secret, but then she didn't know why, but her mother still knew. He didn't get angry or blamed, just sighed and shook his head distressedly on his face.

That was the first time that she felt a certain kind of heavy pressure. At that time, she didn't understand what it was. When she grew up, she gradually understood that it was life.

Drinking while indulging is completely different from dinner. One can control it actively, and the other is passive and uncontrollable. If she didn’t meet by chance today, how could she see Lu Zhiqiao’s embarrassed appearance? Given the other party’s personality, she must be unwilling to be taken. I saw it.

But obviously, there are things that make Lu Zhiqiao more concerned about than these, which makes her rather sit down and sit here instead of going home.

Qi Yan sat down next to her, gently grabbed her hand and wrapped it in his palm, as if saying to himself: "Don't worry, I won't tell Niuniu about tonight."

The person beside her curled up with her fingernails scraping the palms of Qi Yan's palms, squeezing her hands tightly, but she didn't have much effort, a little trembling, her eyebrows wrinkled a bit deeper, her eyelashes trembled, and suddenly a tear fell from the corner of her eyes, breathing Become deep and long.

"Um."

She didn't want her daughter to see herself like this.

Qi Yan's nose was sore, he took her shoulders and leaned into his arms, bent his index finger and slowly wiped off the water stains on her face, "Did you tell your children not to go back at night?"

"Work overtime." Lu Zhiqiao kept his eyes closed and whispered, "She will sleep by herself."

Speaking of the last two words, her throat choked, a few more tears rolled from the corner of her eyes, and she couldn't help sobbing anymore. This time she didn't avoid Qi Yan, and she didn't want all her self-esteem and reservedness.

I remember that in the first year of graduation, she was a small salesman at the bottom, with a basic salary of only two to three thousand, and she was completely dependent on commissions to survive. At that time, the wine table culture prevailed. She often accompanies customers to eat and drink for even a small order. There is only a woman at the dinner table, surrounded by wolves, and she can only smile to welcome her when she is afraid.

At that time, the daughter was under three years old and she had not gone to kindergarten, so she had to ask her aunt to take care of her.

Later, she moved to the foreign trade branch and only needed to communicate with customers online. Even if the foreigner came to visit and inspect in person, she would not engage in the fancy stuff. Meals are meals, and business is business.

She is also the one who strives. Although the position is getting higher and higher, social entertainment is inevitable.

When her daughter was in the second grade of elementary school, one day she went home drunk, holding the toilet and vomiting violently. When she was seen, the silly child cried so scared that she kept crying, crying and making sure that she would be very well-behaved. Be obedient and don't bother your mother. She feels distressed, but has no choice but to make more money, so that life will be easier anyway.

The general environment has improved a lot in recent years. Whether an order is sold or not has much to do with eating and drinking. On the contrary, the celebration of the meal is more meaningful.

Today is the customer happy, she is also happy, drank a little more.

When the alcohol is on top, the emotions follow up, thinking of many, many things in the past, the ups and downs are accumulated in my heart, and it is difficult to control what it is like if I can't tell.

Tears wet Qi Yan's clothes, and the light-colored fabric fainted a large transparent mark. Qi Yan held her quietly and wiped her tears with his hands. He wiped her five fingers with water, and he couldn't wait to dry. Wipe, over and over again, tirelessly.

Any comforting words do not work at this moment. Instead of explaining some pale and weak chicken soup with a little knowledge, it is better to accompany silently, give a shoulder and give a hug.

In the middle of the night when I was a child, my father cried in his mother's arms like this.

Silence is better than a thousand words.

As time passed slowly, Lu Zhiqiao gradually stopped sobbing, her tears no longer flowed, but her head was swollen and painful due to the alcohol, and she was a little drowsy. She was hugged softly and warmly, and even hypnotized. She subconsciously hugged Qi Yan. , His eyelids drooped down.

"If I didn't touch you, where would you go tonight?" Qi Yan asked softly, feeling that her face was dry, put her fingers away, picked up the cold wet towel and wiped it carefully for her. .

Lu Zhiqiao shivered, his eyelids half lifted, "Hotel."

Qi Yan stopped.

"One person," she added and explained.

When it comes to hotels, I always think of that night, and then a series of imaginations are crooked. Qi Yan was annoyed secretly, replied in a low voice, and continued: "Mind if you live with me tonight?"

As usual, this person took the initiative to send it to the door. Even if she was willing to let it go, she would definitely have to molest her first, and put it back when she had enough oil, but today, somehow, there is no mood to joke at all, and the air seems to be condensed. Low pressure, dull and dull.

Lu Zhiqiao didn't notice it, and he softened like mud, "I'm causing you trouble..."

"No trouble, it just happens to be my bed—"

"I sleep on the sofa."

"..."

Qi Yan's face was slightly stiff, and he twitched the corners of his mouth: "The sofa is cold, and I haven't installed air conditioning in the living room."

"fine."

"..."

Even when I am drunk, I never forget to keep the last point of restraint. People always wear the same style as their clothes. The buttons are always buttoned to the top one. Qi Yan finds it funny. He had no other idea, just thinking about the one-meter-wide bed. Enough to sleep two people, this one would be fine, thinking her a little bit crookedly.

The sofa in the living room is big and soft enough to lie down on an adult woman. It’s just that it’s not free to turn over. If you move a little bit more, you may fall off, which is a test of your sleeping status. Qi Yan brought in spare pillows and silk quilts and laid them out quickly. Lu Zhiqiao didn't lie down immediately and said that he wanted to take a bath.

"Can you take a shower like this?" Qi Yan frowned.

Lu Zhiqiao held his eyelids, rubbed his temples with his index finger, and stood up swayingly: "Yes, it's okay." As soon as he finished speaking, his feet staggered and almost fell, Qi Yan hurriedly stepped forward to support her, "also said It's okay. What should I do if I wrestle inside? Either don't wash it, or I wash it for you."

The last sentence is reverie.

"No need..." Lu Zhiqiao was soft in her arms, struggling to stand up straight, her cheeks flushed from drunkenness were beautiful and moving.

After Qi Yan realized that his words were ambiguous, he coughed slightly and looked away.

The bathroom at home is very large, with both a shower head and a bathtub. Qi Yan went in and simply cleaned it up, put the hot water, put all the toiletries within reach, put together non-slip floor mats, and laid them on the bathtub. Side, and then rummaged through boxes and cabinets and took out brand-new daily necessities.

"This is the new toothbrush, cup towel and bath towel."

"This is shampoo, shower gel, hair mask, body lotion, scrub, bath salt..."

"There are skin care products, you can use mine."

"The pajamas are cleaned by me. The inner|ku is new. You will take a look first."

"Call me anytime you have something, I'll be in the living room."

Seeing Qi Yan as busy as a maid, half nervous and half happy, Lu Zhiqiao's expression was a little moved. Layers of ripples appeared in his drunken eyes, and his heart seemed to be wrapped in a ball of fire and frozen in ice. The deepest thing quietly wakes up. But soon, this feeling was dissipated by the alcohol and sleepiness, she just wanted to quickly take a bath and sleep.

"Thank you." She said sincerely, leaning on the wall into the bathroom and closing the door.

The smile on Qi Yan's face disappeared instantly, his eyes dimmed, and he froze in place.

There was the sound of rustling cloth rubbing in the bathroom, and the figure on the glass door was shaking. She repeatedly tried to figure out the word thank you, feeling very uncomfortable in her heart, inexplicably a little bitter and bitter. At that moment, they were clearly close to each other, but they were standing at the farthest place away from each other.

The churning sound of water waves.

Into the water.

In a quiet environment, his hearing is particularly acute. Qi Yan stood at the door and listened carefully. He couldn't help but think of the madness of the night the two met for the first time-there were not enough traces left in the room, and finally went into the bathroom and thrashed in the water.

The picture is clear and vivid, the more you think about it, the more seductive, the cheeks continue to burn, and the body is dry|hot. She is afraid that she can't help rushing into the bathroom, choking off her thoughts, and fleeing out.

It's almost ten o'clock.

Qi Yan poured out the cold water in the living room, cleaned the small square towel, and hung it on the hook beside the sink. Hearing the continuous sound of water inside, he didn't want to stay any longer, and turned back to the bedroom.

Closing the door, she pressed her back against the door, panting lightly, raised her hand to cover her face, it was still hot.

He had to find something to divert his attention. Qi Yan picked up the "Dialogue with God" on the bedside table that had not been read last night, and sat on the sofa in the living room.

It was cloudy tonight, and the sky was dark and heavy, but the night was getting deeper, and the accumulated thick clouds gradually dissipated, and a bright, porcelain-white last quarter moon appeared, sprinkling silver brilliance.

Qi Yan read the book and saw it. Most of the time passed unconsciously. She suddenly raised her head. The hand of the wall clock was approaching eleven o'clock, and the people in the bathroom hadn't even finished washing.

problem occurs!

She put down the book, rushed to the bathroom door in twos or twos, and knocked eagerly: "Lu Zhiqiao! Have you finished washing?"

No one responded.

I knocked twice again, and there was no sound of water inside.

Qi Yan's heart tightened and he didn't care too much. He opened the door and rushed in. A burst of hot smoke pounced on his face. The air was humid and warm, mixed with a faint scent of cedar shower gel.

There were fragments of foam floating on the surface of the bathtub. Lu Zhiqiao was lying in the water, his head tilted to one side, his eyes closed and his cheeks flushed. Qi Yan was stunned for two seconds, thinking she was poisoned by carbon monoxide, he hurriedly stepped forward and reached out to her nose. .

Breathing calmly and long.

Fell asleep.

After a false alarm, Qi Yan let out a sigh of relief, and moved his eyes down inadvertently.

Inch|Longwei|The people who are immersed in the water, shine under the shadow of the lamp, become richer and richer|moist, white as new snow on the mountains, dotted with two scarlet, continuous undulations, extending to the most hidden canyon, the jungle is lush and dark Shiny.

The heart that had just calmed down after reading the book was pounding at this moment, Qi Yan stared straight at the water, his eyes popping out, his throat was a little itchy, and the restless agitation became stronger and stronger. She forced herself to look away, not looking, and lightly patted Lu Zhiqiao's face: "Hey, wake up..."

The bathtub was intelligently temperature-regulated. The water in it was still warm, so it was comfortable and easy to fall asleep. In addition, the alcohol paralyzed the nerves. She shouted for a long time. Lu Zhiqiao did not react at all, but her breathing became more stable.

It seems that we have to find a way to get people out.

Qi Yan looked around, picked up the big bath towel on the shelf and surrounded him, and reached into the water to firmly hook Lu Zhiqiao's armpits under his arms, so that he could only pull the person up with the strength of the milk, and lifted up a little bit. Get out of the bathtub, stand firmly against the wall, and pull the towel to clean the water stains.

It is inevitable that there will be scratches, those soft, extremely elastic, tender, scratching, all.

In this case, sleeping on the sofa is impossible.

Qi Yan half hugged Lu Zhiqiao and put it on the big bed in his bedroom. He spread the quilt and covered her. He took the clothes and took a bath. After washing, he took out the pajamas prepared for Lu Zhiqiao and replaced them carefully. She put it on.

The process of putting on clothes is also extremely suffering.

Counting days, she hasn’t had xsh for nearly two months since the bar madness. She used to go out from time to time to find a woman who suits her needs to solve her needs, but after experiencing Lu Zhiqiao’s taste, she would rather endure self-reliance and use toys to solve it. .

Now Tasty is lying beside her, without the power to bind the chicken, let her be at her mercy.

She just couldn't.

Taking advantage of people’s danger is the next act, shameless, to say something ugly is a mystery|jian, a crime|crime, she can’t do this to Lu Zhiqiao, let alone take the risk of tearing her face apart to satisfy her for a while. Greed.

The desk lamp in the room was dimmed, and Lu Zhiqiao, who was sleeping, had a kind of tranquil beauty. All the reserved and indifferent, unguarded, her breathing was steady and deep. The thick and curled eyelashes were like two small fans, casting faint shadows and dim lights. Down, the eyebrows showed a little fragility and fatigue.

Qi Yan stretched out his hand, gently smoothed her brow folds, kissed the corner of her lips, and whispered, "Good night."

Turn off the light, lie down, and try to restrain her from hugging her.

I'm afraid I can't help it.

The night is long and lonely, some have good dreams, and some have insomnia.

Early winter morning sunlight fell into the room through the window. Last night, he forgot to close the curtains. The light was dazzling and bright. Lu Zhiqiao opened his eyes in a daze, squinted slightly under the stimulus of the strong light, and pulled the quilt to block, his brain slowly awake.

The consequence of a hangover is a headache. She opened the quilt and sat up, rubbed her temples, and looked around. She found that the room was a bit familiar. This bed, this quilt... Last night, she had a party and vomited on the side of the road when she drank too much and met Qi Yan. , Was taken back, and then took a bath to sleep.

Lu Zhiqiao sat on the bed with her hair messed up like a chicken coop. She remembered that the part of the bath was broken. She couldn't remember what happened later. She looked down at her pajamas and she clearly remembered that she was going to sleep. The sofa, but somehow fell asleep in the bedroom.

Could it be...

She scratched the neckline and glanced in. It was as clean as ever, without any traces, and she breathed a sigh of relief.

Qi Yan is not that kind of person.

She got out of bed, flicked her slippers out, and walked to the door of the kitchen following the sound. Qi Yan was standing in front of the stove to cook, with the spoon in her hand reaching into the pot and stirring gently, she was facing the door, tall and slender legs. Straight, black and shiny waist-length hair cascades behind the back, it looks good at any angle.

Lu Zhiqiao's expression moved slightly, and he opened his mouth as he was about to speak. Qi Yan turned his head and found her, his cold eyebrows immediately bent into crescents: "Awake?"

"Yeah." She nodded and stepped forward involuntarily. "Thank you yesterday."

Owe another favor.

Qi Yan's smile stiffened, and suddenly he approached, and said in a very ambiguous |

"kiss Me."

Only when I woke up, I looked plain and dull, listless, and a bit less cold and abstinent, looking soft and weak and bullying, especially wearing my own pajamas, the smell of temptation all over his body, which made people couldn't help it.

Lu Zhiqiao pursed his lips: "I haven't brushed my teeth yet..."

"It means you can kiss me by brushing your teeth?"

"..."

"Go, I'll wait for you." Qi Yan pushed her with a smile.

Drinking and mishaps can't help thinking about it, and when someone gets caught up, he takes the initiative to drill in. Lu Zhiqiao thought while brushing his teeth.

I was a little bored in my heart, I can’t say what it feels like, there seemed to be a little hazy last night, she didn’t catch it, and she didn’t bother to catch it. In the end, she owed Qi Yan too much, she could still try her best to pay it back. Looking at her daughter, and then working again, she can't spare any extra thoughts on other things.

After brushing his teeth, the porridge was cooked, and Qi Yan was in full bloom. Lu Zhiqiao walked over slowly, his heart beating very fast, and when people were not paying attention, he touched her face with his mouth, and then quickly moved away.

Qi Yan: "???"

"I'm going to see Niuniu." Lu Zhiqiao lowered his head to avoid her sight, and returned to the room in three and two steps.

She took the clothes she changed yesterday, and the bag she put on the sofa, and opened the door with her shoes on. Qi Yan called her behind her back: "Bring Niuniu over for breakfast, so you don't have to do it yourself." After that, she added. "Just say Teacher Qi asked her to eat."

"…good."

The man closed the door and left.

Qi Yan raised his hand and touched his face. The kiss was so light that it was so light as to touch it carelessly. All the smell that belonged to that person disappeared, as if it had never left a trace.

The house is quiet, the living room window is not closed, the cold wind in the morning brought the sun in, and it was chilly, Lu Zhiqiao tiptoed back to the master bedroom, put on his own clothes, folded Qi Yan's pajamas and put them in the clothes basket, and waited for them to be cleaned. Go back again.

The door of the second bedroom was closed tightly. She gently pushed in. The thick curtains blocked the light and it was dark inside. A small mountain bag was arched on the bed and half of her head was exposed—the little girl was lying on her side with the doll in her arms. Breathing evenly and smoothly, sleeping soundly.

Lu Zhiqiao bent over and kissed his daughter's forehead, eyes filled with sour moisture, and he remained silent for a long while, unable to bear to wake her up.

The child’s living habits have always been very good. Under her strict supervision, she always goes to bed early and wakes up early, even on weekends. But now it’s eight o’clock and she still sleeps so hard, presumably she slept very late last night. Was it because she was scared at home, or she wanted to wait for her to come back...

She didn't want to think further, blinked, tucked the quilt, and exited silently.

"Where is Niuniu?" Qi Yan asked as soon as he entered 902.

Lu Zhiqiao consciously changed her shoes and walked to the dining table and sat down, "I haven't gotten up yet, let her sleep a little longer on weekends."

Qi Yan nodded, didn't say anything, and handed her the porridge. The two drank porridge separately, and they were speechless for a while.

"Yesterday—" Lu Zhiqiao broke the silence softly, "How could you be so clever?"

"I went out to play on Christmas Eve. I just passed by when I came back." Qi Yan said casually, and put a fried dumpling for her as he said.

"Play alone?"

Last weekend, she asked her if she was free, and she had guessed that it was seven to eight points. People with a personality like Qi Yan should still have many friends, so she wouldn't be gone without her being invited. Lu Zhiqiao admitted in his heart that he had nothing to look for, and that he had asked about it wrong, so he shut up.

"no."

As expected.

"With girlfriend." Qi Yan swallowed porridge and said.

Lu Zhiqiao's hand stiffened, and the spoon could not be held firmly. He fell into the bowl and splashed a few drops of soup stains on his face. The hazy feeling came out again. Before he could grasp it, he was followed. More intense shame and anger rushed away.

Have a girlfriend?

Still molesting her? Take advantage of her? Behaved like that—

"It's what a female friend means." Qi Yan curled his lips and smiled, "A lot of straight girls like to call it that way. I'll join in the fun."

"..."

Was molested again.

Lu Zhiqiao didn't speak, his face changed slightly, his eyebrows were as cold as dead gray, Qi Yan suppressed his smile, gently grabbed her hand, and whispered, "If you mind, I won't call it that way in the future."

"fine."

Lu Zhiqiao pulled away his hand, grabbed a tissue to wipe his face, and continued to lower his head to drink porridge.

This person has already seen the most embarrassed and ugly look of himself, what does it matter if he is joke again? It's just that she is getting more and more unclear as to whether she should continue to treat Qi Yan as a child's teacher and be polite and considerate in everything, or put aside her restraint and defense and try to get along with each other as a normal friend.

As long as the daughter is still studying in the attached middle school for a day, there is no answer to this choice.

So, what are they now?

The end of the year was busy, and the cooperation with Senyang Technology dragged on for a week, and Lu Zhiqiao finally successfully negotiated.

The other party’s boss was surnamed Qi. He was a vigorous middle-aged uncle. His features were slightly deep and his nose was especially tall. The first time she saw him, she thought of Qi Yan. His nose was so similar that she almost thought this person was related to Qi Yan. . But the world is so big, there are always coincidences. She didn't think much about it and reported to her boss after completing the task.

There is a faint fragrance of vegetation in the general manager's office, spicy and refreshing, Shu Minxi sits on the sofa with Erlang's legs, rubbing her temples tiredly. She has just returned from the South China branch, and she has been spinning and tired these days.

Since she is more familiar with Lu Zhiqiao, she has no scruples about the etiquette and is more casual, and it just happens to be close to the end of get off work time. The two sit side by side next to each other, taking a break and chatting for a while.

"Thanks for you during this time."

"Part of the matter."

"After all this time, stay with your daughter. I haven't seen Niuniu for a long time. Why should I take her out to play?" Shu Minxi drank a sip of tea, a smile appeared on her delicate make-up face, her eyes were light. Wrinkles.

Lu Zhiqiao looked up at the ceiling and thought for a while and said, "Take her on holiday during the Chinese New Year."

"It's nice to have a daughter by my side." Shu Minxi said softly, with a trace of loneliness in her eyes, "It's like me, alone, I still won't go home this Spring Festival, so as not to be read by my parents."

People are in middle age, almost forty years old, rich and career, no partner and no children, although the latter two are not necessities of life, but in the dead of night, looking at the big empty house, it is inevitable to feel lonely in my heart.

For some companionship, animals cannot replace humans.

Lu Zhiqiao's eyelids drooped: "It's good to have parents read it."

Shu Minxi was taken aback, realizing that he could not go any further, and hurriedly changed the subject: "I am going to see the chairman on New Year's Day. She has been in poor health and I heard that she is sick again. Would you like to go with me?"

-Tuk Tuk Tuk

The knock on the door interrupted Lu Zhiqiao's thoughts of speaking.

The two looked up at the same time, Secretary Jiang pushed in and said in a low voice, "Ms. Shu, Miss Aoki is here."

"No." Shu Min changed her face instantly and said coldly, "Please go back."

"But…"

Anyway, it is the daughter of one of the company's largest customers, and he would not be rude to refuse directly. Secretary Jiang hasn't finished speaking, and a figure behind him squeezes in and hits the eyes of the two on the sofa head-on.

Saki Aoki, the daughter of the president of Japan's Teisei Co., Ltd.

She has a typical Japanese loli face, black hair, a simple and clean white sweater, a linen-gray dress, thick heels and short boots. She stood there, her gaze fell on the shoulders of the two of them close together, and she looked at Lu Zhiqiao curiously, then looked at Shu Minxi, and stopped talking.

Secretary Jiang Shuqu closed the door and exited.

Lu Zhiqiao also stood up, smiled politely at her, and said to Shu Minxi: "Mr. Shu, I'm going to be busy first." After finishing speaking, he nodded his head, and there was wind on the soles of his feet.

The room was silent, and there was a long silence.

Sa Ji sniffed her nose. The fresh and spicy fragrance of plants and trees smelled very good. She stepped forward two steps: "Minhee, who was that just now?"

"friend."

"Will your friends call you President Shu?" She speaks fluent and clear Chinese.

Shu Minxi frowned without answering, a layer of ice condensed in the depths of her pupils.

Sha Ji sat next to her, where Lu Zhiqiao had just sat before, grabbed her hand by the hand, and her voice trembled: "I didn't mean to break in, but you won't see me without this method..." I was afraid she would break free. , I added a hand and clenched it tightly.

"Let go."

"Let's talk, at least give me a chance to explain."

Shu Minxi struggled, but this man was so brutal that she couldn't get rid of her wrist pain. She was annoyed for a while: "Your dad has returned to Japan. What are you doing here?"

"I didn't plan to leave this time."

Sha Ji suddenly let go, but he hugged her directly, with water mist in his eyes, choked up and said, "I have divorced Xiu Xing, and my child, too..."

"Secretary Jiang!" Shu Minxi called out, interrupting her, "Call the security guard!"

"Minhee—"

…

As soon as Lu Zhiqiao returned to the office, his cell phone rang. It was Qi Yan's call.

The remark she gave was "Mr. Qi". As soon as she saw these three words appearing on the screen, she couldn't help but think of whether there was anything the child had at school. She was nervous and nervous, "Mr. Qi?"

"Call the name."

"..."

"Hurry up." A woman's lazy voice came from the other end, with commanding force.

Lu Zhiqiao's heart trembled inexplicably, and he changed his words steadfastly: "Qi Yan."

"Are you off work?"

"There are five minutes left." She glanced at her watch.

"Don't work overtime today?"

"Um."

"Cars are restricted today, right?"

"Yeah." I don't know what medicine this man sells in the gourd.

After a few seconds of silence in the receiver, he suddenly laughed and said softly: "I'm downstairs in your company."

Lu Zhiqiao was startled.

"When you get off work, I will pick you up home."

Without waiting for her response, she hung up the phone.

Lu Zhiqiao put down the phone, got up, walked to the window, and looked down. The office was not located at the front entrance of the building. Only the flowerbed in the corner could be seen. The sky was dark outside. She looked for a while, but did not see anyone.

So curiosity was lifted high.

It's exactly six o'clock.

Most of the employees got off work with fingerprint cards, and a small number of people who had to work overtime did not leave. The crowd rushed out of the building one after another and dispersed. Lu Zhiqiao took the elevator down to the first floor and followed the flow of people out of the gate.

A red laferrari stopped at the door, and the co-driver's door was lifted high, and the flamboyant shape was particularly eye-catching.

"Wow, what kind of car is this, nice color|soo!"

"A big customer is coming today?"

"Boss's."

Lu Zhiqiao stared at the car in a daze, and a comment from the person next to her came in her ears. She suddenly had an ominous premonition...

The phone is on.

It is the WeChat message sent by Qi Yan:

【boarding】

"..."

A cold wind blew in and gently lifted the broken hair on Lu Zhiqiao's forehead. Under the eyes of everyone, she walked over without expression and bent down and got into the car.

He closed the door, his face flushed.

Qi Yan leaned on the back of the chair with his arms folded, looking at her in time, raising his eyebrows and chuckles: "Ms. Lu, your full-time driver is here to serve you."

"..."

"Is this car good-looking?"

Lu Zhiqiao took a deep breath, didn't dare to look outside the window, and hummed softly, "It looks good."

Not only is it good-looking, it is also saucy, which is very in line with this person's temperament, and it is simply tailor-made for her.

The smile on the corner of Qi Yan's mouth gradually deepened, and he straightened his back, propped his arm and leaned forward: "Do you like it?"

Lu Zhiqiao choked in his throat and did not answer.

"Um?"

"Where did you come from?" She changed the subject.

"It doesn't matter where it came from, it wasn't stealing it anyway." The warm|hot breath rushed to the ear, and his voice was sulky.

"Answer me, do you like it?"

Lu Zhiqiao shuddered, turned his face away, and just happened to send the mole of tears to this person's lips. The enthusiasm was overwhelmed instantly, and even the eyelids were melted, and he vaguely replied, "...I like it."

"That-"

Qi Yan gently sucked at her moles of tears, his eyes dark and gloomy: "Do you like me or that man?"

The author has something to say: 　　 This is a proposition to send!

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Sorry for the late update today, bow! This chapter randomly sends 100 red envelopes=3=

(Currently, there will be no cars, and some are invisible pull lights. You know, if you feel disappointed, you can stop the loss in time. Goodbye, okay~)

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