Teacher, she snatched my milk tea! + Extra

If, if, you want to live freely, don't be a diplomat.

Every stroke and every painting of the three words "Daijiaoguan" carries a weight that ordinary people can't afford.

They sit in a box-like language room and practice speaking against a piece of glass from morning to night. A large number of voice clips are stuffed into their minds, and sometimes there are more than 1 words in one minute.Except for eating, sleeping and going to the toilet every day, they stayed in the language room which was less than one square meter, practicing oral English repeatedly, regardless of the cold or heat.

I practiced oral English in the first grade, and went out with the teacher to learn foreign exchange skills in the second grade.The time of day is accurately calculated to the minute and second.

There were eight people who entered the school with her, but when they graduated, there were only three left.

The rest couldn't bear this high-pressure life, and changed careers after studying for a while.

Originally, this job was an option for the best of the best, and it was understandable that so many people couldn't bear it.

Ji Xiran has always wanted to be a diplomat since she was a child. The reason comes from the story her father told her about the prime minister's diplomacy when she was very young.

She was hugged by her father, and when she went to the majestic Tiananmen Square to see the PLA uncles standing guard, her father excitedly told her the story of the Prime Minister.

She was greatly influenced by that time, so when she was very young, she made a wish that she must work hard to become a diplomat in the new era.

But the senior directly under her told her that if you want to be a diplomat who cannot be defeated by others, you have to keep your private life flawless.Make sure others don't attack you from this aspect.

How can it be considered a defect?At that time, she raised her hand naively and asked her senior sister.

The gentle woman glanced at her, with loneliness hidden in her eyes, she said softly, "Probably, everything that goes against the world has flaws."

For example, old couples and young wives, old wives and young husbands, such as people who are related by blood, love each other, or same-sex love.

Love has no borders, but some people divide the range.

Ji Xiran really likes how the seniors who are diplomats speak with confidence when facing those tricky foreign reporters and officials, but when this senior sister said these words, she thought of Wen Xinyan .

She hasn't contacted Wen Xinyan for a long time.For so long, the snow melted after it fell, and the flowers bloomed and withered.

"If someone knows your flaws, then you are like a piece of porcelain that has been burned out and cracked. You may be broken at any time, you may be ruined, you may spend your whole life in prison, you may You will die before you know it. Even your family and friends will be affected by you, and they will be treated as the same porcelain and destroyed. Because porcelain with defects is not worthy of being used as a weapon of the country."

A few crows could be heard from the dry branches at the school gate. She listened to the senior sister's speech, and cold sweat broke out on her back.

She worked so hard for so long, but because she fell in love with another equally beautiful piece of porcelain, it became a defective product.

But she thought again, so what if it turned into a flawed thing?

If she is a piece of china, it is a pair of china, and if the other piece of china is missing, she has nothing to fear from being flawed.

After two years of studying at the Diplomatic Academy, she turned down a job offer as a foreign diplomat and became a freelance interpreter instead.

I registered a name with a translation company in Japan, and they usually arrange the work of accompanying the translation.But in a year, she has traveled to many countries, and every time she has to go out after less than three days of business trip, so home is just a place to live for her, nothing else.

Ji Xiran hugged her, thinking back on her past few years, she was in a trance, and wanted to tell her what happened in these years, but the crying of the person in her arms gradually weakened, she lowered her head, only to realize that she was already crying fell asleep in her arms.

Maybe it was too tired, maybe after finding her, she relaxed her mind.

She maintained the posture of hugging her tightly, the tears in the corners of her eyes hadn't dried yet, just like that, she fell asleep crying.

Ji Xiran looked at her haggard but still beautiful face, and the love that had been hidden in his heart for many years suddenly surged out.

I love you.

but……

She lowered her head, and her lips touched the tip of her nose, the tip of her eyebrows, and the corners of her lips one by one.Staring at her peaceful sleeping face after falling asleep, engraving her appearance into the depths of her heart stroke by stroke, she smiled.

"Miss Wen, I'm back."

***

In the early morning, there was an annoying "didi" sound in his ear, Ji Xiran was in a daze, without opening his eyes, he habitually reached out to touch, to turn off this annoying alarm clock,

After touching it, I didn't touch my small and cute piggy alarm clock, but I touched the soft and warm skin.

Her mind was not clear enough, and she couldn't remember what it was for a while.With his eyes closed, he muttered, "Hmm...? Could it be that Xiao Huajuan jumped onto the bed?"

Huajuan is an orange cat raised by her, and she got this nickname because of the plum blossom on her head.

"Who is Hanamaki?" The clear female voice rolled down like pearls and jade on the porcelain plate, crisp and pleasant, but it made Ji Xiran feel like being electrocuted, and suddenly woke up from his dream.

Sitting up suddenly, her eyes widened, just about to say something, she felt her body was chilly, she lowered her head in a daze, and saw that there was nothing on her body, and her white flesh was glowing in the morning sun. A general white halo.

"Wow!" Ji Xiran screamed like a pig being slaughtered, and quickly picked up the quilt to cover his chest.Like a little daughter-in-law who was being bullied, she looked at Wen Xinyan with accusing eyes filled with tears.

What about her clothes!What about her clothes!Before she fell asleep last night, she was still tightly wrapped!

"Want to ask where your clothes are?" Wen Xinyan had already dressed, still in the slim little suit, and looked at her with folded arms and a faint smile, just like the queen who returned from the king after being abandoned by the scumbag.

However, what she did was childish like a primary school student.

She slid out a bag of clothes from behind, and smiled happily at Ji Xiran who was on the bed, "All your clothes are here, I saw that you slept so hot, so I took off your clothes for you."

Ji Xiran stretched out a hand from under the quilt, shaking and shaking, accusing her, "You, you are taking advantage of others..."

Wen Xinyan smiled, "No, I said it was because you were hot and wiped off all your clothes. I was just helping you."

If a woman who was left behind by you for five years and barely considered an ex-girlfriend took off your clothes early in the morning and said that she was afraid of your heat and thought of you, this... would be a bit weird.

Ji Xiran swallowed, stepped back a few times hugging the quilt, and smiled stiffly, "Then I'm awake now, you...you can return the clothes to me."

"Yes, but you have to promise me three conditions first."

"I'm not Zhang Wuji, please go back to Hengdian, there must be someone who promises you."

"It's this time, and you can still talk poorly. I admire your courage." Wen Xinyan said with a smile, making a gesture to throw the clothes in her hand behind her. "Then you can just luǒ. I packed all the clothes in your bedroom into the suitcase behind me. Miss Ji is in good shape. I guess she doesn't mind luǒ."

"Hey, don't, don't." Ji Xiran wanted to cry, but was even a little heartbroken.

It's only been five years, and Wen Meiren has become like this, give her back the soft and cute Wen Meiren who was as soft and cute as a big white rabbit who blushed at every turn!

Wen Xinyan smiled as she saw her blushing and turning pale, and she lifted her clothes and dangled them in front of her, "Do you agree or not?"

Scholars can't be killed!

Ji Xiran nodded with tears in his spine, "Yes."

"Very well, then the first condition, forget about the fact that I hid in your arms and cried last night."

What kind of condition is this?

Ji Xiran couldn't help laughing out loud, "Pfft..."

As soon as the words fell, the beauty of Immediate Harvest was more like an eye knife of resentment than an angry stare, and she was so frightened that she immediately fell silent.Covering her mouth, she kept nodding her head, smiling at the corners of her brows and eyes, "Okay, I promise, I don't remember anything from last night."

"The second condition." Wen Xinyan glanced at her quietly, "Who is Hanamaki?"

"Pfft...hahahaha..." Ji Xiran couldn't hold back anymore, and early in the morning, he hugged the quilt and laughed so hard on the bed.

Having laughed enough, seeing the face of the beauty in front of her was about to turn black, she hurriedly coughed seriously, and lazily shouted into the air, "Baby Huajuan..."

"Meow..." An orange cat that looked like a piglet kicked its legs, and jumped onto Ji Xiran several times at a vigorous speed that didn't suit her figure.

Ji Xiran skillfully reached out to embrace it, holding its paw, one person and one cat, with almost the same hairstyle, greeted her.