There are always teachers who want parents

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The air was suddenly quiet, and there were sounds of needles falling all around.

"Is Teacher Qi okay?" Lu Zhiqiao calmed down and asked politely.

The rag was dripping with water, and the tighter it was, the more it overflowed. Her whole hand was wet, and the coolness flowed upstream along the fingertips, freezing her slightly boiling heart.

Qi Yan stood under the lamp outside the door, with a handsome figure, long black hair hanging down and flowing, she patted the red wine in her arms, blinked: "I'm moving today, I'm going to visit my neighbors, please take care of them in the future. "

Her eyes are special, between the red phoenix and the peach blossom, slightly shaped like willow leaves, long but not thin, deep and sharp, with autumn water in her eyes, like amber wine glistening in a glass.

Lu Zhiqiao was stunned, looking into her eyes quietly, thinking about the same thing that night.

"Aren't you going to invite me in for a sit down? Lu Wei's mother." Qi Yan raised his eyebrows, deliberately biting the last two words very hard, and his eyes were meaningful.

The author has something to say: Mr. Qi: Don’t you invite me in to sit (do) sit (do)?

Chapter 4 04

Back|morality is the most secret feeling in Lu Zhiqiao's heart, and she thinks that no one knows.She suddenly came back to her senses, her scalp was numb for a while, she didn't speak, she opened the shoe cabinet sideways, took a pair of slippers and put them down.

Adults know how to save face best, she should match her actions with a polite smile, just like at the parent meeting that day.But she was bound by shame, and she couldn't figure out what she was ashamed of.

Qi Yan knew that she was awkward, so he didn't take it seriously, strode into the room to change his slippers, and when he closed the door, he glanced at the floor mat, there were no men's shoes.

"You sit first." Lu Zhiqiao avoided her eyes, turned her head and entered the kitchen after speaking.

The water on the rag dripped all the way from the living room to the kitchen door, and the transparent water stains reflected the warm yellow light in the living room.

Qi Yan put the red wine on the table, took out two paper towels, bent down and wiped them along the path of the water droplets, and heard the sound of water running and bowls and chopsticks in the kitchen.She closed her eyelids and chuckled, stood up, threw the ball of paper into the trash can, and turned to the balcony.

A few items of clothes were dried on the clothes rail, including school uniforms, shirts, socks, and women's underwear.

White ones, purple ones, simple styles, Qi Yan knew that they were also good to the touch - they were white that night.

No men's clothing.

The layout of the house is three bedrooms and two living rooms, with a fresh, elegant and warm style. There are many bright and dark lockers. It can be seen that the owner pays more attention to the practical functions of the furniture.There are photo frames of different sizes hanging on the walls, and the light and dark lines in the landscape photos inside are soft and subtle, making it very comfortable to look at.

Qi Yan glanced at the coffee table, there were no ashtrays, lighters, etc. He went to the toilet, but he didn't see any razors, and the toilet lid was closed, so there was no trace of a man's life.

Preliminary judgment shows that there is no male master in this family.

She went back to the sofa in the living room and sat down, her thin lips tightly pursed, afraid that the gleam of joy in her throat would overflow, her whole body seemed to be supported by a feather, floating lightly in mid-air.

divorce?Or widowed?

The joy couldn't be concealed, and it finally leaked from the corners of his eyes and brows. Qi Yan secretly sighed that he had a low sense of morality, but then he thought, who doesn't have a dark side in his heart?She even fell in love with such a dark self.

The sound of the kitchen water stopped after a while, and after a moment of silence, Lu Zhiqiao came out and had already taken off her apron, revealing the stand-up collar shirt inside, which was still buttoned up to the top one, completely covered.

She made a cup of scented tea, put it in front of Qi Yan, and then sat on the single sofa next to her.

"Are you taking care of the baby alone?" Qi Yan took a sip of tea in a face-saving way, it wasn't too hot, but he thought it tasted good, so he took a few more sips.

Lu Zhiqiao didn't expect her to ask this, she paused for a moment, a complicated expression flashed in her eyes, "Mmm."

"Widowed parenting is common nowadays, and being a mother is very hard." Qi Yan said euphemistically, with a touch of temptation.

She held the cup with both hands, the glass wall was warm, the tea was still steaming, a puff of smoke rose up, blocking her vision, the people in her eyes seemed to become hazy, and she couldn't see clearly, it only lasted a few seconds.

Lu Zhiqiao suddenly raised her eyes to look at her, her eyes were blurred, as if she wanted to say something else, her lips twitched, and she said with a faint smile: "The teacher is also very hard. One person has to take care of the whole class of children, which is no easier than being a mother."

She opened the door in front of her, and saw her close it again.

Qi Yan tensed his nerves, and felt that the two of them were not very close, and the other party didn't need to explain the privacy clearly, and if he asked again, he would reveal his thoughts.

"This midterm exam, only Lu Wei failed math." She smiled and changed the subject.