Mr. Xu's Qu Xiansen

The man in front of him is gentle and has a bookish look that people like him don't have. Even standing in the toilet makes Ma Shaojun feel that he and the other party are not standing in the same toilet.

Because Ma Shaojun is not very educated, he treats intellectuals with inexplicable respect. In addition, the above is getting off in such a car. I was a little embarrassed when I didn't wash my hands.

But Teacher Xu seemed to just smile, and Ma Shaojun was sure that there was no ridicule or other bad intentions in that smile, but Ma Shaojun still felt that his face was burning with panic because he had practiced for more than ten years.

Later, after Ma Shaojun tidied himself up and went out with Mr. Xu, he issued a business card and introduced himself. Before the man asked, he spontaneously turned on the chat mode and explained the reason why he came here.

Of course, Ma Shaojun was so curious that he spared no effort to play tricks. While revealing his news, he followed the man slowly in the huge garden fountain under the teaching building, and asked without a trace: "What does Teacher Xu teach?" Huh? It's still early before class time, so I came so early haha..."

The man is holding some messy things, which may be materials or books, and he is also carrying a small bag, which should contain a small box from the outside. The man's answer is very vague: "Well... because of some things, I came earlier , what I am teaching now is the theory of ancient languages.”

In fact, Xu Xian only came to class occasionally, and he was a professor with ridiculously few classes. Jinzhou, the best institution of higher learning, was an invisible exception.

Xu Xian himself didn't know about the above point, and Ma Shaojun didn't even know about it.

Ma Shaojun thought for a while, and then asked: "Then teacher, I'm sorry to trouble you. I'm not familiar with it here. I can't find where Teacher Luo Yingying's office is. Look..."

Obviously begging to lead the way, Xu Xian nodded and agreed.In fact, Luo Yingying's office is in the room next to him. She is a part-time professor who has just been hired. It seems that her full-time job is to design clothing. She has many honors. No one knows that she has such a trouble with students, so Xu Xian listened. I also feel quite surprised.

I don't know what kind of student could attract such a beautiful female professor to the point of insisting on giving birth to her.

But Xu Xian knew he couldn't get involved and didn't want to cause unnecessary trouble, so after sending Ma Shaojun to the door of Luo Yingying's office, he said goodbye to Ma Shaojun and went to his office.

After Ma Shaojun watched the man smile at him and closed the door, he belatedly realized that he hadn't heard any specific information about the car that belonged to the extremely wealthy people, about the person in the car. foreigners...

Ma Shaojun suddenly felt that this teacher was not simple, and that he, an old fritter, was dizzy by being fooled, and suddenly became nervous and classified men into the very dangerous category.

As soon as Teacher Xu, who Ma Shaojun thought was 'dangerous', came to his office, he put down the things in his hands, and then took out the small box and a card in the small bag, although he still hesitated when he saw the crossword puzzle on the card. Some doubts, but obediently picked up a pen and started to fill.

After the final spelled answer was translated into numbers, he opened the combination lock of the small box, and saw a ring inlaid with topaz inside, then suddenly remembered something, blushed, and made a phone call...

Just like every time, within a few seconds of the ringing, the phone was connected, and an absolutely sexy and magnetic voice came from the opposite side: "Teacher..."

Xu Xian was sitting by the window sill, holding the gemstone ring that was shining brilliantly under the sun in his hand, his ears were itchy from the other party's deep voice, and his heartbeat accelerated inexplicably: "Jingyou..."

"Ah."

"I even forgot that today is the anniversary." The man said, a little embarrassed, every year he would receive rings with different colors of gemstones, so that when Xu Xian saw the gift, he remembered what day it was today, the eighth anniversary ah……

The other end of the phone was very quiet, and the other party's slow breathing could be heard quietly: "It's okay, I will remember it. Do you like the gift?"

Xu Xian, who was bathed in the sun, forgot to take off his scarf, looked down at the beautiful and expensive ring, and said, "It's very beautiful..."

"Well, as long as you like it." The male voice over there showed a little smile, very lightly, "Then teacher, have you thought about a gift for me?"

What should I say, Xu Xian actually just glanced at the pictures introducing gemstones in magazines a long time ago, wondering how many colors the gemstones have. One color is given on the anniversary, and the romance unique to teenagers has continued until now.

Xu Xian has given him a scarf he knitted, a homemade strawberry cake, a song, a love letter, and many other things, but the nature of each time is actually the same. In the end, he sent himself to the youth Huai Li was forced to turn on the shameful PLAY mode.

What should I give this time?

In fact, Xu Xian, who still has the old-fashioned thinking of a scholar, flashed a lot in his head, and finally remembered the pajamas that the young man bought for him in the cabinet but never wore...

"In the evening... you will know in the evening." When Xu Xian said this, he was already feeling ashamed, turned his head and accidentally saw his appearance on the glass window, and immediately averted his gaze, "Okay, Jingyou, you are busy, go home early at night."

"it is good."

Qu Jingyou waited for the man to hang up the phone before turning off the phone.

The young man with light golden half-length shoulder-length hair had beautiful blue-purple eyes so indifferent that the air seemed to freeze, his voice was completely lacking in the gentle tone just now, and his thin pale pink lips parted slightly, and said: "Go on. "

As soon as the voice fell, someone in the luxurious hall spoke in an active atmosphere, as if the dead silence just now had never appeared.