There are always teachers who want parents

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Lu Wei was so frightened that she had never seen her mother get so angry. She bit her lip and stood there at a loss.

Suddenly tears fell.

Lu Zhiqiao: "..."

Weeping softly, gradually turning into whimpering.

Lu Zhiqiao turned her face away, closed her eyes and opened them slowly, raised her hand to cover her forehead, feeling an inexplicable irritability in her heart.As long as she encountered something related to Qi Yan, she would find it difficult to control herself, and she didn't know where her temper came from.

Qi Yan, Qi Yan, Qi Yan.

It's all Qi Yan.

She sighed, took her daughter's hand and walked to the living room, took out a tissue to wipe her tears, really not in the mood to coax the child, got up and went back to the kitchen after wiping, and continued to wash the vegetables.

……

After eating, Lu Zhiqiao washed the dishes, cleaned up the stove, rested for a while, took her clothes into the bathroom and took a shower.

It's been a while, she just came out of the wash, and there was a knock on the living room door, at this point, I don't even need to think about who it is, this scene is very similar to the night when the little toy was seen.Obviously she didn't use the small toy this time, but she went back to the bathroom to take a look at the shelf before opening the door.

Expected.

Qi Yan stood outside, the light reflected her icy face bright and clean, she looked a little lonely, she twitched the corner of her mouth: "Do you have an iron at home?"

"Have."

"There's also an ironing board, can I borrow it?"

Lu Zhiqiao looked at her face quietly, then suddenly came back to her senses, nodded, turned and went into the study.After a while, she came out carrying the ironing board, and handed the electric iron in the other hand to Qi Yan, her eyelids never lifted.

"Thank you."

With a simple thank you, the relationship between the two seemed to go back to two months ago.

Polite, polite, distant.

Qi Yan took the things, and didn't leave immediately, but hesitated for a moment while looking at the electric iron, and asked, "Can you iron clothes?"

"Ah."

Hearing this sentence, Lu Zhiqiao immediately guessed what she was going to say next, and was ready to agree in her heart—since the evening was a misunderstanding, the past is over, and the days will continue, after all, she is her daughter's teacher.

"Can you iron my shirt?" Qi Yan said. "I haven't used it for a long time, raw."

really.

"it is good."

Lu Zhiqiao agreed straightforwardly, without frowning, grabbed the key on the porch, offered to help her carry the ironing board, and walked in front.

Stepping into the door of 902, the clear and full piano sound came from the speakers in the living room, with a melodious melody. Lu Zhiqiao thought it was familiar, but she couldn't remember it for a while, but she didn't ask. She changed her shoes and went in, set up the ironing board and put it away.

"Where are the clothes?" she asked.

Qi Yan stood two steps away from her, didn't dare to get too close, turned his head into the room, and came out after a while: "Can this look be ironed?" She unfolded the black long-sleeved shirt in her hand and shook it. Shaking, crumpled and shapeless, the fabric is almost stuck together.

"Yes." Lu Zhiqiao only glanced at it.

Most of the clothes she wears every day need to be ironed, and she often uses irons. With more experience, she can judge at a glance.After saying this, she began to add water to the iron and plug it in.

"Then please." Qi Yan said politely, retreating to the side with a well-behaved look.

Lu Zhiqiao glanced at her, said nothing, lowered her head, laid the clothes on the ironing board, picked up the iron and pressed them on.She is skillful, very careful and meticulous, Qi Yan is watching from a distance of two steps away from her, his gaze uncontrollably moves up along his fingers, and stops at the neckline.

Round-neck pajamas, with a slender neck exposed, the top button undone, and a straight collarbone looming, hazy, and itchy...

The night is quiet, and the sound of the piano like flowing water is intoxicating.

"Did Niuniu tell you about the reserved seats at the party?" Lu Zhiqiao suddenly broke the silence without looking up.

No one said a word and remained frozen, so she simply took the initiative.

Qi Yan quickly looked away, looked at the clothes on the ironing board, and nodded: "Well, what's the matter?"

"A child is ignorant, so ignore her."

"No, that seat was also empty."

"You are not Niuniu's only teacher."

"I know."

Lu Zhiqiao stopped what she was doing, raised her head and looked at her, with dark and unclear emotions in her eyes, and when she touched something she didn't want to understand in the other person's eyes, she immediately pulled away mercilessly, bowed her head again, and continued ironing.

Qi Yan moved his legs, clenched his hand hanging by his side into a fist, his knuckles were slightly white, then he let go, and he didn't move a step after all.

Again speechless.