Old Gong secretly loves me [Rebirth]

Father Qiao's face changed when he heard the head teacher's words, "Hello teacher, my son and I have some conflicts. He has been running away from home recently. I hope you can persuade him to go home."

Mother Zhou took two steps forward: "Sit down first, I'll pour you a cup of tea."

Teacher Zhou also reached out to ask Father Qiao to sit down, "Please, let's talk slowly. After all, conflicts can be big or small. I still think it's best to communicate with the children to avoid unnecessary misunderstandings."

Father Qiao frowned as if impatient, and finally sat down to talk together, except for the contempt that he couldn't hold back when he opened his mouth: "Hi, teacher, Qiao Heng doesn't want to go back to city A. The educational resources in city A are so good. I don't want him to study in city C." I'm afraid it will ruin his future. How about you help me persuade him. "

Teacher Zhou was stunned, looked at Qiao Heng, and agreed with Qiao's father's words: "City A, as the central city, indeed... has very good educational resources."

Father Qiao stood up again with a smug expression on his face, "Look, you are the only one who doesn't know my good intentions. And your classmates too, you went home after spending the night without any money, he If I have to take you in, don’t you just want you to go to City A?”

Zhou's mother's eyebrows were straight up, and the smile on her face couldn't hold back.

Teacher Zhou felt uncomfortable after hearing this, and said: "Mr. Qiao, I think you haven't considered this thoroughly. Now that it's autumn, if you let a child spend the night outside, he will definitely get sick. On the contrary, I think Zhou Qingyue did a good job. "

Father Qiao frowned: "That's because you don't understand what it means to be rich. We have enough money and can send him to the best school with the best teachers. He has a bright future. Getting sick is nothing more than a cold and a fever." .”

When Teacher Zhou heard the second half of the sentence, his face straightened up.

Qiao Heng sneered: "You will only use it for my own good as an excuse, dare you say why I ran away from home?"

Father Qiao choked.

Teacher Zhou moved his ears and asked, "Mr. Qiao, can I ask why Qiao Heng ran away from home?"

Father Qiao's lips moved, and he said in a low voice, "Isn't it just that I don't want to go back to City A? For these one or two friends, I don't even want my future."

Qiao Heng sneered.

Teacher Zhou looked at Qiao Heng's reaction, and at Zhou Qingyue's ugly expression, he was sure there was something else going on.

Seeing Qiao Heng's reaction, Qiao's father became furious, and said sharply, "A kid doesn't care so much, just follow me home, let's go."

After finishing speaking, he went to catch Qiao Heng again.

Zhou Qingyue stood in front of Qiao's father with one step, and Qiao's father couldn't help gritting his teeth when he saw the person who blocked him three times and four times.

Zhou Qingyue smiled very politely: "Uncle, don't be angry. The teacher just finished talking and communicated well. You are going to take your son back abruptly. This is not good."

Father Qiao snorted coldly: "What's wrong? I can give him the best educational resources. Could it be that he is self-willed? Go away!"

Zhou Qingyue saw the other party's slightly rich hand stretched out, Qiao Heng grabbed his wrist and pulled him back, avoiding Father Qiao's hand that pushed him first.

Qiao Heng's voice turned cold: "Speak as you speak, don't move."

When Mr. Zhou heard this, he finally knew what was wrong. Qiao Heng's parents said from the very beginning that Qiao Heng was naughty, willful, and determined to go his own way.

Teacher Zhou also went to stand next to Zhou Qingyue and said, "Mr. Qiao, can we sit down first, communicate well and don't quarrel. Your child has always been excellent in school. Maybe you don't know your child well enough."

"Where is it not thorough enough? I have raised it for more than ten years or you have taught it for more than ten years." Qiao's father stared at Teacher Zhou.

Teacher Zhou's words were blocked, and he opened his mouth and did not speak.

Qiao Heng sneered: "Where have you raised me for more than ten years? You have raised an illegitimate child for more than ten years, right?"

Zhou Qingyue suddenly opened his eyes wide and looked at Qiao Heng. The others were stunned by the news.

Qiao's father retorted subconsciously: "What illegitimate child, I don't have an illegitimate child. I know you have opinions on me, but don't you think it is shameless to slander your father so much? Come, come with me, you are here to learn from these bad things. of."

Teacher Zhou came back to his senses and opened his mouth slightly, it was incredible.

Qiao Heng's gaze was like a sharp knife, as if he wanted to peel off Father Qiao's skin, "You brought the illegitimate child back without telling my mother, and you still want to adopt it into my household registration, don't you think you are the most shameless one?"

Father Qiao was anxious at this moment, "What nonsense are you talking about?"

Zhou Qingyue stood in front of Qiao Heng, but Qiao's father reached out and tried to push him away.

Zhou's mother stepped in front of Zhou Qingyue to block him, lowered her voice, "Mr. Qiao, I think you and Qiao Heng can't communicate, why don't you come back another day."

Qiao's father looked at Zhou's mother in surprise, and did not expect Zhou's mother to directly issue an order to evict the guest.

Qiao Heng raised his eyebrows, and stretched out his hand to invite him, "Go out."

Teacher Zhou went to the door and pressed the door, and made a gesture of invitation: "I don't think you can communicate now, Mr. Qiao, you should communicate with Qiao Heng after a while."

Father Qiao's face turned as dark as the bottom of a pot in an instant, and he stared at Zhou Qingyue with hatred, as if he wanted to gouge out a piece of flesh from him, "Please."

When was he driven past like this, his chest heaved, and he said harshly: "Qiao Heng, don't be complacent, you have to go back sooner or later." After speaking, he turned around and left, bumping hard before he left.

Zhou's mother was bumped backward suddenly, and she staggered two steps. Zhou Qingyue's pupils shrank slightly, and he quickly reached out to support Zhou's mother.

Zhou's mother's other hand was supported by Qiao Heng, Qiao Heng frowned, his eyes were so cold that they almost turned into ice.

Teacher Zhou went over a few steps and asked Zhou's mother nervously, "Are you all right?"

Zhou Qingyue helped Zhou's mother well, with lingering fears in his heart, bursting out with anger, he suppressed his anger: "Mr. Qiao, I don't know if you have any education, but this kind of intentional knocking over people is not consistent with your identity. It fits so well.”

Qiao Heng looked at Zhou's mother, and unconsciously clenched his hands into fists, so hard that his joints turned white.

Qiao Heng was surrounded by low air pressure: "Wang Chengguang, my mother doesn't care that you are rude and respectful. If something happens to your intentional bumping, I will be the first to send you in."

Father Qiao was reprimanded by his son, his face was blue and purple, and he was about to drop his hand on Qiao Heng's face, cursing: "You..."

Zhou Qingyue's heart tightened, and Qiao Heng pinched Father Qiao's hand firmly with both hands, and Father Qiao's expression changed again.

Only then did Teacher Zhou realize that Father Qiao wanted to hit someone, and he exploded instantly, and said loudly, "What are you doing? You still want to hit my student? What right do you have to hit my student? Believe it or not, I will call the police!"

A bell rang suddenly.The Zhou family suddenly fell silent.

Father Qiao picked up the phone, his expression changed a few times, and his voice softened: "Alright, why don't you talk to Qiao Heng."

Zhou Qingyue's heart skipped a beat.

Father Qiao's expression softened, and he came back triumphantly, shaking his mobile phone: "Qiao Heng, your mother asked you to talk to her."

Zhou Qing's heart sank directly, Auntie...

Zhou Qingyue stood at the entrance of the stairs and watched Qiao Heng go. Qiao Heng didn't say a word from packing up to leaving, with a bad face, and just bowed to Zhou's mother before leaving.

At that time, Zhou's mother was distressed and powerless. Just now, Qiao's father dared to do something in front of them. I don't know what will happen to Qiao Heng when he goes back.

Qiao Heng went downstairs with a bag, and Qiao Heng walked down the empty stairs step by step, revealing a kind of loneliness.

Zhou Qingyue looked at Zhou's mother, and ran down wearing slippers: "Mom, I'll go downstairs to see Qiao Heng off."

Zhou Qingyue took two steps and ran downstairs with the corners of his coat flying in the air.

Qiao Heng's hand was suddenly grabbed, and he looked back with surprise.

Zhou Qingyue slightly opened his mouth and panted slightly.

Qiao Heng's brows and eyes were stained with a smile.

Qiao's father was over there with a sullen face: "What are you doing there?"

Zhou Qingyue passed Qiao Heng directly, took two steps towards Qiao's father, and gave him a middle finger under Qiao's disdainful gaze.

Zhou Qingyue: Convex

Father Qiao's eyes widened, a little startled.

Zhou Qingyue turned around and held Qiao Heng's hand, interlocking his fingers, and whispered, "Remember to contact me when you go back."

The corners of Qiao Heng's mouth widened, he nodded, and said in a low voice: "Yes, I will come back to you after I settle the matter on my side."

Zhou Qingyue's heart suddenly calmed down, the corners of his mouth subconsciously curled up, and he said, "Okay."

Teacher Zhou came here to see Zhou Qingyue, but he didn't expect to encounter such an incident, so he simply sat down with Zhou's mother to chat about Qiao Heng's stay at Zhou's house.

Teacher Zhou is always looking for topics, especially with Zhou's mother's age, many things can be talked about. After talking for more than an hour, I plan to go to the next house. Zhou's mother really wants to stay with Teacher Zhou for dinner, but Teacher Zhou Do not stay.

Before leaving, Teacher Zhou deliberately whispered a few words to Zhou Qingyue's ear, "You should keep in touch with Qiao Heng. If you are really in trouble, please tell me, and I will try my best to help him."

Zhou Qingyue looked up at Teacher Zhou.

It is difficult for an honest official to decide on housework, and many teachers basically don't care about students' housework. After all, if they have the energy, it is better to supervise other students' studies, and they will get bonuses for good grades.

Teacher Zhou touched his face, "What's the matter? Keep looking at me, did you find that I'm handsome?"

Zhou Qing smiled more, saw the word "teacher" from the back of Mr. Zhou, and said from the bottom of his heart: "Well, Mr. Zhou, you have always been handsome."

When eating in the evening, Zhou Qingyue put his mobile phone by the dining table and looked at it from time to time after a few mouthfuls of food.

Zhou's mother felt that something was wrong. His son was not very addicted to mobile phones. At most, he turned on the computer to watch dramas and look up information. Now he is unexpectedly abnormal.

Mother Zhou thought about it, "Qingyue? Are you chatting with someone else?"

Zhou Qingyue glanced at the phone, still there was no news from Qiao Heng, and said with lowered eyes, "No, I'll wait for news from Qiao Heng."

Zhou's mother also sighed when she heard Qiao Heng, Qiao Heng's house... Sigh.

She said: "Then you should contact Qiao Heng more, if there is anything we can help, we will try our best to help."

Zhou Qingyue said he would.

Mother Zhou said again: "Why don't you send a message and ask him? You have to take the initiative, don't wait for Qiao Heng to come to you all day long. Friends don't get along with each other all the time. If you are not honest and proactive, The other party will get tired sooner or later."

Zhou Qingyue stopped holding the phone, and the last sentence rang in his ear repeatedly.

Zhou's mother sighed: "I think Qiao Heng is very active. He tells you everything, and he always cares about your feelings. Today's mother told you this sentence not to scold you, but to talk to you like a friend."

Zhou Qingyue's knuckles turning white while holding the phone.

He pursed his lips, "Mom... I know."

The wind outside was still as strong as ever, making the metal sheets on the roof rattle, and several plastic bags and fallen leaves swirled in the community with the wind.

Zhou Qingyue lay motionless on the bed, staring blankly at the wall, with complicated emotions flashing in his eyes.

Zhou's mother's words woke him up today.One party took the initiative to confess and the other party didn't say anything, isn't it just his previous life.

Qiao Heng is not as bored as he was in his previous life, and he won't say nothing to him, and he will take the initiative to express his liking.

... all changed.

But he is still Qiao Heng, he speaks the same way and thinks the same, and the gifts and hobbies he is familiar with are still Qiao Heng.

It was completely the reverse of the previous life, Qiao Heng became the him in the previous life, and he became the Qiao Heng who was indifferent in the previous life.

Zhou Qingyue closed his eyes.

He shouldn't become the Qiao Heng in his previous life, if he does, he will only go the way of his previous life.

It's Qiao Heng in this life... Maybe I can try...

There was a knock on the door, and Zhou's mother knocked on the door and said, "Qingyue, drink a glass of milk before going to sleep."

Zhou Qingyue squatted up, opened the door and drank the milk in his mother's hand, "Mom! Good night, I love you!" Then he closed the door.

Zhou's mother looked at the door in front of her in a daze, what's going on?

But remembering that Zhou Qingyue was full of energy just now, he couldn't help shaking his head and laughing, forget it, it's not a bad thing anyway.

Sitting on the bed, Zhou Qingyue straightened his back, typing on the mobile phone, deleting and typing, his palms were sweating a little, and his heartbeat was a little faster.

In the end, there were only two words in the message.

Qiao Heng.

Zhou Qingyue fell directly on the bed with his hands, and buried his face in the quilt in embarrassment.

I don't think you are embarrassed to type the remaining half sentence.