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It's okay not to mention it, but once it was mentioned, all of Lu Zhiqiao's restraints and self-restraints collapsed. Thinking of everything that night, her heart was beating violently, and the beautiful cherry color spread from her cheeks to her ears, she was too ashamed to speak.

However, from the beginning to the end, she never struggled, nor did she ever think of pushing this person away.

Qi Yan took the initiative to let her go, and gently picked up a strand of her tousled hair with his fingertips, pinned it behind the ear, and then slid it along the chin all the way to the tightly buttoned collar, staying for a while before Take it back.

Lu Zhiqiao opened her eyes tremblingly, and when she raised her head, she saw the picture of Luo|girl, her fingers tightened suddenly, and she hurriedly turned her face away.

"That's a body art photo I took." Qi Yan's voice was as clear as water in her ear, she smiled, her expression was normal, and she didn't seem to think there was anything wrong with hanging it in the living room.

The details on the picture are vividly displayed, and at first glance it is inevitable that people will think it is a painting.Hearing this, Lu Zhiqiao glanced again, hummed in a low voice, and stood up uncomfortably: "I won't bother Teacher Qi." She said with a polite smile, and walked quickly to the door.

"Wait a moment."

Qi Yan called her to stop, got up and entered the room, rustled inside for a while, then came out with a book and handed it to her.

Lu Zhiqiao glanced at the cover of the book, the title was "Three Doors".

"Give it to Lu Wei."

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People left for about half an hour.Qi Yan was sitting on the sofa covered with a blanket. Where Lu Zhiqiao had been sitting just now, he took out the cigarette case and lighter, and lit a cigarette.

The fresh rose fragrance permeated the mist, half of her charming and beautiful face was submerged, one leg was stretched out straight on the coffee table, the other leg was bent, her elbow rested on her knee, and she held a slender cigarette between her fingers, lazily Leaning lazily.

Looking fascinated by the art photos, that face gradually changed into that of Lu Zhiqiao, her brows were so cold that she couldn't eat fireworks, but her eyes were full of desire, and a tear mole was very moving. Even if you don't get close, just look at it from a distance It is inevitable to be hooked to the soul.

When he was very young, Qi Yan knew that he liked older women, or sisters, or aunts. They have independent thoughts and rich experience, like the deep sky, you never know how high they are, like the vast sea , you never know how deep they are.

They are tested by time, precipitated in the years, and exude a reassuring charm, attracting you to explore and understand.And she never seeks the care of her sister or aunt. On the contrary, she has a strong desire to protect them. She likes challenges and the pursuit of excitement.

After looking for so many years, apart from her first love that is unforgettable to her heart, there is only this person in front of her.

If Lu Zhiqiao can be her model, then she is willing to only pick up the camera for her in the future.

And obviously this is impossible.

Qi Yan laughed at himself, and took a sharp puff on the filter, a large part of the slender cigarette was instantly burned by sparks, and the ash fell on the tiled floor.

The mobile phone kept popping up WeChat notifications. She picked it up and looked at it. The home-school group was very lively. I don’t know who sent a voting link, which aroused discussions among the parents. You said something to me, and it quickly sent dozens of messages. strip.

Qi Yan posted: [Parents please don't chat in the group]

The most active ones will always be those few, Cai xx mother, Hu x mother, Ouyang xx father, Luo xx mother... The group was established relatively late, and she has the impression of most of the parents who have spoken in just one week. Only Lu Zhiqiao was an exception.

No matter what she sent, assignments or notifications, there was no one in the series of "received", which once made her wonder if she was not in the group at all, which seemed transparent.

The group was quiet.

Qi Yan opened the member list, looked through the names one by one, and found "Lu Wei's mother" - the profile picture was a field of violet flowers, and the nickname was a simple "Lu".

She hesitated a little and clicked Add.

Nowadays, people never leave their mobile phones, and WeChat is one of the most frequently used software. Adding friends should be very fast.With such thoughts in mind, Qi Yan waited until late at night and sent it three times, but the message was like a stone sinking into the sea without any response.

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The next day was Saturday, Qi Yan got up early in the morning, opened his eyes and saw that there was still no movement on WeChat, and he vaguely understood in his heart.She didn't insist anymore, she warmed up after washing up, put on sports clothes and went for a run.

Stepping out of the house, the open door of the elevator was about to close. She ran over in two or three steps, pressed the button outside, and the door slowly opened to both sides.

Seeing the people inside, the corners of Qi Yan's lips curled into a smile, and he took the initiative to say hello: "Good morning."

After entering and closing the door, the smell of "Goddess of Hunting" permeated the closed and narrow space, sometimes cold, sometimes thick, tightly attached to her nose.