There are always teachers who want parents

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What is the difference?

She forgot what to say and concentrated on thinking about it.

Hearing her daughter's voice, Lu Zhiqiao trembled all over, and pushed Qi Yan away reflexively. At that moment, amazing strength erupted from her limp arm. Before Qi Yan could react, she fell off the sofa unexpectedly.

—— boom

Her buttocks hit the tile floor heavily, numb for a while, and the dull pain gradually spread, she frowned: "Hiss..."

"Teacher Qi!" The little girl exclaimed, and rushed to help her up. "Are you okay?"

Qi Yan patted his buttocks and smiled awkwardly: "It's okay."

Lu Zhiqiao scrambled to sit up, stroked her hair, panted with her thin lips slightly parted, and the peach blossom color on her face became more and more beautiful.She closed her eyes, put on a cold and self-possessed face for a moment, took her daughter's hand over, and asked pretendingly, "Niuniu, what did you just say?"

"Well."

Lu Wei bit her lower lip, then remembered what she wanted to say, and put the unanswered questions behind her, hugged her neck and acted like a spoiled child: "Mom, I don't want to take the subway tomorrow, you can take me to school ~"

"I'll see you off." Qi Yan picked up the topic, "No, we're going to school together."

Lu Zhiqiao rebuffed straight away: "No need." Her tone was slightly cold, she didn't look at her with half-closed eyelids, but raised her eyes and smiled at her daughter, "Then get up earlier tomorrow."

"Okay~" The little girl kissed her, and bounced back to the room.

Seeing the door of the second bedroom close slowly, Lu Zhiqiao breathed a sigh of relief. Her back was wet with sweat just now, but now she was in a panic. She lowered her head and glanced at Qi Yan from the corner of her eyes, with a slightly complaining expression, and a hint of Restrained shame.

"Angry?" Qi Yan smiled and walked towards her, wanting to grab her hand.

But this time Lu Zhiqiao didn't follow, she raised her hand to block it, moved to the side, turned her face away without saying a word, leaving half of the back of her head and red ears to Qi Yan.

My daughter is only 12 years old. She has never been exposed to this kind of stuff since she was a child. How could she understand it? Today, she bumped into it. Whenever she thinks about it, she will inevitably ask her, how should she explain it to her child?Although she is not angry, she is somewhat annoyed. It is not Qi Yan who is annoyed, but herself. She is a failed mother and a shameless woman. She cannot control the desire in her heart, and she has given the child bad guidance and education. .

Her sexual orientation is a secret, and if one day her daughter learns that she had an "improper relationship" with a teacher, what will she think of her.

Just thinking about it is suffocating.

Lu Zhiqiao closed her eyes, took a deep breath, clenched her hands on her knees into fists, pinched her palms tightly, and suddenly Qi Yan's heavy and low voice came from her ear: "I'm sorry."

She froze.

"It's my fault, and I will pay attention to propriety in the future."

Lu Zhiqiao opened her eyes and turned around slowly, met Qi Yan's sincere and serious gaze for a moment, vaguely glimpsed the flickering loss in the depths, her face changed slightly, her chest was blocked suddenly, and she couldn't say what she had planned.

After all, he is his daughter's teacher, so he can't show his face, let alone get really angry.

"Are... are you okay just now?" She glanced at Qi Yan's butt|buttocks, and the thud sounded like a heavy fall, so don't hurt your bones.

Qi Yan lowered his eyelids, looked up at her again, and suddenly smiled and said, "It hurts, why don't you rub it for me?"

"..."

This person was dignified and serious one second, and started to act like a beast and hooligan the next second. His cold and deep eyebrows contained electrified hooks, seductive and charming.Lu Zhiqiao became annoyed again, simply ignored her, and continued to deal with the finishing work.

"I'm just kidding." Qi Yan said back to normal.

Lu Zhiqiao watched the computer typing without turning her head.

Qi Yan smiled, Zhiqu didn't make any noise, and didn't plan to leave, she was working, and she was watching her from the side.

The computer screen is densely packed with English, and this person is as effortless as reading his native language. Then he clicked another window. Qi Yan glanced roughly, and couldn't help but said: "Letter of credit?"

Lu Zhiqiao was taken aback, turned her head, and looked at her with a little surprise: "Aren't you a Chinese teacher?"

"The Chinese teacher can't speak English?"

"..."

Before Niuniu praised how powerful Qi Yan was, she thought it was a child's exaggeration and didn't care about what she said. Now that she suddenly remembered, the look in Qi Yan's eyes became more intriguing.

"Why," Qi Yan smiled, and leaned forward, not getting too close, "You like me?"

Lu Zhiqiao's face darkened, and she turned back.