There Are Always Teachers Asking Parents

At the beginning of the school in September, the phone numbers of all the parents of the students in the class were registered, and Qi Yan made them into a form file and stored them in the computer and mobile phone simultaneously. After the parent meeting that day, she went back and picked up Lu Zhiqiao's number separately and stored it in the address book.

Note "Joe".

It lay quietly in the address book list. It has not been heard or searched. Even if it is accidentally seen by others, it cannot be guessed who it is.

The classroom was very quiet, and the vibration sounded abruptly. Qi Yan never answered the phone in class, but the moment he saw the remarks, his heart felt like being scratched by a cat's claw. Under all eyes, she was stunned for a few seconds on the podium. Numerous thoughts and conjectures flashed through her mind, and finally she refused to accept the call.

The call did not come again, and the time for the second half of the class became extremely long.

When the bell rang after class, Qi Yan grabbed his mobile phone and walked out of the classroom quickly. There was a wind on the soles of his feet, and he pulled out the call log and called back.

"I was in class just now and it was not convenient to answer the phone." As soon as she was connected, she didn't wait for the other person to speak, first explained, and then asked eagerly: "What's wrong?"

"Teacher Qi, I'm sorry to disturb you." Lu Zhiqiao's warm and clear voice came from the other end, as polite and apologetic as before.

"I accidentally ran into your car when I parked the car just now. See when you will be back. Let's negotiate compensation."

At that moment, Qi Yan suddenly felt the whole person being thrown high and falling down again. She took a breath and asked irrelevant: "Are you not going to work today?"

Lu Zhiqiao was dumbfounded, and then replied after a long while: "I'm back from a business trip."

"Oh."

The broadcast of eye exercises was a bit loud, overwhelming Qi Yan's painless response, her elbows propped on the corridor railing, her eyes were slightly narrowed in the oblique sunlight, and her brows were also wrinkled.

"Ms. Qi?"

"I still have class in the afternoon, and I will be back at about three o'clock. You can take a photo of the place you hit and send it to my We|Chat, and the rest will be discussed later when I go back." Qi Yan said quietly, his slightly twisted eyebrows gradually loosened , Flattened, and the back corner of the mouth has a shallow arc.

There was a pause over there, and he responded with a good voice.

After hanging up the phone, Qi Yan did not enter the classroom for a long time, and stood in a daze in the corridor.

Normal people would be unhappy when the car was hit, but she didn't. She didn't care about the condition of the car, she didn't care where she was hit or what she was hit, but she felt a blessing in disguise, but she was a little bit happy.

At this time, the phone screen is on, and a WeChat message pops up.

People who resisted in every possible way the previous two days had to take the initiative to add friends today. Maybe it’s awkward, right? Qi Yan looked at the phone and laughed. After verification, the person posted five photos in a row.

She didn't read it, and changed the other party's remarks to "Joe", then set the top and star.

Back in the afternoon, Qi Yan went to the parking lot and glanced at his car.

The lampshade of the right headlight was cracked, the paint surface was cut out with several mottled black marks, and a large piece of paint was rubbed off at the junction of the front cover and the car lights, revealing an ugly gap. She didn't care, called the insurance company, said she accidentally drove into the wall, and then sent a message to Lu Zhiqiao.

[I'm home now, come here]

At this time, she received a text message from the express station. She went to pick up the express and went upstairs with a big box.

After entering the room to wash his hands and change clothes, there was a knock on the door, and Qi Yan pushed the box to the side of the coffee table with his feet to open the door.

Lu Zhiqiao stood outside, looking a little tired, but still smiled guiltily at her, "Ms. Qi."

Qi Yan hummed, did not speak, and motioned for her to come in.

"I've reported the car matter to the insurance company, and then—" Lu Zhiqiao said while changing his shoes. The pair of slippers I wore last time were still on the floor mats, neatly, and seemed to be waiting for her specially.

"No hurry, sit down." Qi Yan smiled softly, grabbed her wrist naturally, and sat on the sofa.

The daring and explicit body art photo is still hanging on the opposite side. The woman in the photo stares at them for an instant, as if they can come out of it at any time. Lu Zhiqiao was very uncomfortable, so he lowered his head slightly, and his eyelids half drooped.

Qi Yan didn't say anything, opened the drawer and took out a utility knife, moved the box by the side of the coffee table, and cut the tape along the gap—she took the courier away by herself.

A box full of finger | sets, colorful.

Lu Zhiqiao was watching, his mind buzzed, his face flushed, he hurriedly looked away, pretending to be absent-minded and looking away.

Qi Yan glanced at her embarrassment, raised the corners of her lips, picked it up slowly without breaking through. This box refers to | sets are bought together, there are glossy, burst beads, floating point and other styles, there are gifts and small toys in it, she prefers to change the pattern.

Lu Zhiqiao's sound continued for a while, and Lu Zhiqiao was extremely embarrassed, his fingers folded tightly, and the temperature on his face poured down into his internal organs. For a moment, he thought of something messy and unconsciously thought of that night.

After all, she is in her thirties, but she has so little experience in this area, and she blushes when she sees such a thing.

Finally, Qi Yan moved the box to the corner.

"Car, it's a bit difficult."

The place next to him sank slightly. As soon as Lu Zhi Qiaofu turned his head, he saw Qi Yan playing with a box of blue finger |

She couldn't avoid it, blushing as she watched the man opening the box, "Is it difficult to repair, or—"

"The headlights are easy to repair, and the paint is more troublesome." Qi Yan said casually. The box had been opened, but instead of taking out the contents, she threw it aside and raised her head to look at Lu Zhiqiao.

"Imported paint from the original factory, you may not be able to buy it if you have money."

"Even if the reservation arrives, I have to wait for it to be delivered, which means that I will be on the road with scratches during this period, which will affect my mood. What do you think is the mental loss?"

With a gentle and soft voice, she smiled in her eyes, leaning towards her as she spoke, and the warm breath was sprayed directly on her face.

Lu Zhiqiao leaned back slightly and tried to avoid it, but Qi Yan moved faster, placing one hand behind her head and one hand to her chin, touching her thin and moist lips, and then touching it flatly, and then biting mercilessly. Go down.

But it didn't work hard, it was very light, and it seemed to be sucking.

The sudden stimulus exploded like fireworks. Lu Zhiqiao's breathing stopped for a few seconds, and his heart was beating violently and rapidly. There was an indescribable excitement and impulse pouring into his brain, which was higher than the alcohol that night. She subconsciously hugged Qi Yan's shoulders with her hands, and slowly closed her eyes.

At this moment again, Qi Yan left her lips and whispered in her ear: "Be my model, okay?"

The temperature suddenly disappeared, and Lu Zhiqiao hadn't reacted yet. He was shocked by her words. He opened his eyes and looked at the art photo. He immediately became sober and full of resistance in his heart.

"No need to undress." Qi Yan added, kissing her earlobe.

Lu Zhiqiao's lips moved. Before speaking, the phone rang. She hurriedly pushed Qi Yan away to get the phone, which was the customer service number of the insurance company.

After just saying a few words, Qi Yan snatched the phone and put it in his ear, and said in a lazy tone: "Hello, I am the owner of the vehicle that was hit, don't pay, we will solve it privately, goodbye." Hang up immediately and hide the phone behind you.

Lu Zhiqiao looked at her quietly, his eyes turned from doubt to complicated, and he was very uncomfortable in his heart.

She understood what Qi Yan meant, but it was precisely because she understood that she felt that it shouldn't be the case. She has never asked for help as a last resort. After all, owing favors is more troublesome than owing money.

"Should I pay or I have to pay, I don't want to owe others anything."

"Then pay you to me."

"Qi Yan, you are my daughter's teacher."

"Finally I am willing to call my name."

"you…"

Qi Yan stretched out his long arms and hooked it on Lu Zhiqiao's waist, and said softly: "I mean, you are my model, which is the best compensation. Where did you think of it, eh?"

The scent of "Goddess of Hunting" is lingering on the tip of her nose, and when I first heard it, I felt cold and alienated. After a long time, I smelled a dark feeling. The transition from the front to the back, just like her, the fire is buried deep under the glacier.

She has seen through her.

There is always a cunning in such a gentle smile, like playing with interest after catching a prey. Lu Zhiqiao realized that she had been molested, and couldn't help secretly annoyed. She usually didn't show her emotions easily and was calm and self-sufficient, but she was actually vulnerable in front of this person, and she was confused by a few words.

"I like photography in my spare time. I take photos of people and landscapes. It would be better if people and scenery are integrated, but it is not easy to find a model that is eye-catching. I think you are very in line with my aesthetics." Qi Yan touched her face with the tip of his nose. , The tone is sincere.

"Promise me."

He breathed for a while, the warm|hot, and he couldn't avoid it. Lu Zhiqiao couldn't open the mouth of refusal at all, his mind was dizzy, and he answered vaguely.

Qi Yan bends the corners of her mouth, her eyebrows burst into a small smile, her red lips are reflected in her squishy eyes, and her heart is itchy, and she can't help kissing...