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There was a pause over there, and he said hello.

After hanging up the phone, Qi Yan didn't enter the classroom for a long time, standing in the corridor in a daze.

When the car was hit, normal people would be unhappy to some extent, but she was not.She didn't care about the condition of the car, where she was hit, or how she was hit. She just felt that it was a blessing in disguise, and she was secretly happy.

At this time, the screen of the phone turned on, and a WeChat message popped up.

People who resisted in every possible way two days ago have to take the initiative to add friends today. It must be awkward, right?Qi Yan looked at the phone and laughed. After passing the verification, the man sent five photos in a row.

She didn't read it, and changed the other party's note to "Joe", and put it on the top, with a star.

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Back in the afternoon, Qi Yan went to the parking lot to take a look at his car.

The right headlight shade was cracked, the paint surface was scratched with mottled black marks, and a large piece of paint was rubbed off at the junction of the front cover and the headlight, revealing an ugly gap.She didn't care, and called the insurance company, saying that she had accidentally hit a wall with her car, and then sent a message to Lu Zhiqiao.

[I'm home, come here]

Just at this time, she received a text message from the courier station. She went to pick up the courier and went upstairs with a big box in her arms.

While 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 coffee table with his feet, and opened the door.

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

Qi Yan hummed, but motioned for her to come in without saying a word.

"I've already reported the matter to the insurance company about the car, and then—" Lu Zhiqiao said as she changed her shoes. The pair of slippers she wore last time were still neatly placed beside the floor mat, as if they were waiting for her specially.

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

The bold and revealing body art photo is still hanging on the opposite side. The woman in the photo is staring at them for a moment, as if she could come out of it at any time.Lu Zhiqiao was very uncomfortable, so she had to lower her head slightly and lower her eyelids.

Qi Yan didn't say anything, opened the drawer and took out a utility knife, moved the box next to the coffee table, and cut the tape along the gap - she opened the express by herself.

A box full of finger | sets, colorful.

Lu Zhiqiao watched from the side, her head buzzed, her face flushed, she hurriedly looked away, pretending to look away absent-mindedly.

Qi Yan had a panoramic view of her embarrassment, raised the corners of his lips, and did not reveal it, and tidied it up slowly.This box of finger sleeves was mixed. There are styles such as glossy, pop beads, and floating points. There are also small toys as gifts. She prefers to change patterns.

The rustling sound continued for a while, Lu Zhiqiao was extremely embarrassed, her fingers were tightly crossed, the temperature on her face poured down into her internal organs, and some messy things came to her mind, and she unconsciously thought of that night.

After all, she was in her thirties, but she had very little experience in this field, so she blushed when she saw such a thing.

Finally, Qi Yan moved the box to a corner.

"The car is a bit difficult to handle."

The position next to him was slightly sunken, and as soon as Lu Zhiqiao Fu turned his head, he saw Qi Yan playing with a box of blue finger gloves, and after saying this, he just tore off the plastic seal.

She couldn't avoid it, she blushed and watched the man unpack the box, "Does it mean it's hard to repair, or—"

"The headlights are easy to repair, but the paint is more troublesome." Qi Yan said casually, the box had already been opened, but she didn't take out the contents, but threw it aside, looked up at Lu Zhiqiao.

"Original imported paint, even if you have money, you may not be able to buy it."

"Even if the reservation is made, I still have to wait for it to be delivered, which means that I have to go on the road with scratches during this period, which will affect my mood. Tell me, how should the mental loss be calculated?"

With a gentle and soft voice, with a smile in her eyes, she leaned over while talking, and her warm breath sprayed directly on her face.

Lu Zhiqiao leaned back slightly, trying to avoid it, but Qi Yan moved faster, put one hand behind her head and the other clamped her chin, pressed her thin and moist lips against her, touched her flatteringly, and then bit her mercilessly. go down.

But I didn't really use it hard, it was very light, as if I was sucking.

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

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

The temperature suddenly disappeared, and before Lu Zhiqiao could react, she was startled by her words. She opened her eyes to look at the artistic photo, and she woke up instantly, full of resistance in her heart.