There are always teachers who want parents

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Lu Zhiqiao stood on the right side with a serious expression. She was taken aback when she saw Qi Yan coming in, and then quickly looked away.She didn't wear a shirt today, but she wore a light-colored silk scarf around her neck, which was still tightly covered.

"morning."

"weekend extra hours?"

"On business trip."

The scent acts like a condensation agent, freezing the air.

The elevator descended layer by layer. I don't know if it was an illusion, but the speed today was extremely slow.Qi Yan stared at the crack of the door, seemingly talking to himself: "Why don't you add WeChat?"

The author has something to say: Teacher Qi: Let's try (various postures)?

Chapter 8 08

The random questions and actions last night turned into temptations by accident. If you understand a little bit of human sophistication, you should understand that this means clear boundaries.Work is privacy, and WeChat is also privacy, and all their intersections are only on the surface.

Originally, Qi Yan didn't intend to ask, knowing that asking would be embarrassing, but when she met him early in the morning, he was standing in front of her, how could she hold back.In addition, there is still a hint of luck, maybe the other party didn't read WeChat.

Lu Zhiqiao turned her head and glanced at her, her slender eyelashes drooped down, her lips squirmed, and she hesitated to speak.

At this time, the elevator stopped slowly, and the number showed the fifth floor. With a "ding", the door opened.

Two middle-aged uncles who looked like workers were carrying the bed to come in. When they saw someone, they yelled: "Hey, please let me go."

Lu Zhiqiao was about to back up, when suddenly her wrist was grabbed, and she was pulled to the left. The whole body followed the inertia and threw herself on Qi Yan. Before she could react, two arms crossed her back, and she was tightly bound.

The uncles carefully carried the bed boards in. Four people were squeezed into the already small space, and the two big bed boards made it even more cramped.

The elevator continued to descend in silence.

Because of the unstable center of gravity, Lu Zhiqiao supported the car wall with both hands, her cheeks were almost buried in Qi Yan's neck. Burning sensation everywhere.

The two of them were close together, and each could clearly feel the turbulence in front of the other. Qi Yan was afraid that she would bump into the corner of the bed, so he stretched out his ten fingers with both hands, protecting her back while pressing into his arms.

It's very soft, judging from the last touch | feeling, it's c at least.

Lu Zhiqiao was so stiff that she didn't dare to move, but her face was getting hotter and hotter. This posture was very similar to that night when she was forced to sit on Qi Yan's lap... and the hand on the back was the culprit. She floated up and down again and again.

The sight above her head couldn't go away, she had to bury her face in Qi Yan's hair, as if she was taking the initiative to throw herself into her arms, sniffing the light scent of shampoo in this man's hair, her heart rate was rising steadily.

Finally, the elevator stopped and the door opened. The uncles carried the bed and slowly moved out. She quickly broke free from the shackles, stepped back, and quickly walked out of the elevator.

"Aren't you going to the parking lot?" Qi Yan asked softly, pressing the door for her.

Lu Zhiqiao paused, then realized that the outside was the first floor, turned back, and pressed the negative first floor button.

There were only the two of them left in the elevator, and if she didn't want to answer any more, she couldn't be too rude considering that Qi Yan was the child's teacher, so she thought about it: "If Teacher Qi has anything to do, you can call or send a text message. You should know your phone number."

She saw the news last night, the first time, reason told her that it was a crime, the second time, she was a little shaken, the third time, she began to hesitate, her thumb hung on the screen for a long time, and finally did not press down.

If Qi Yan had spoken the fourth time, she might not be able to help but agree.

She didn't know what was driving her, and she didn't know what she thought about this person, as if everything happened so naturally, and it came unexpectedly.

A sliver of luck was shattered.

Qi Yan's expression was dark, he didn't make a sound, and he didn't refute.

Soon on the first floor, the elevator door opened again, and the outside was a rough gray cement wall with dim lights.

Lu Zhiqiao didn't move, feeling that she had done something wrong, she glanced sideways at Qi Yan, then quickly looked away, feeling even more guilty.

"Go." Qi Yan smiled, "Don't waste time."

"..."

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On Sunday afternoon, Qi Yan received a call from her mother asking her to go home for dinner.

The house is located in the villa group of Ninghu District in the southernmost part of Jiangcheng, where rich people gather. It is adjacent to Ninghu Wetland Forest Park.

Qi Yan often jokes that she is the daughter of a nouveau riche, even though she is an absolutely low-key rich second generation in the eyes of her friends.