shallow to deep

Ai Qian admitted that she had done the fight, but she was completely passive.

At the end of the chemistry class, she stayed for a few minutes to clean up the laboratory because she was on duty. When she came back, the bell had already rang. In order not to be late, she started trotting, but accidentally fell at the corner of the stairs.

After the fall, things happened inexplicably. The scene was too chaotic at that time. She only remembered that her face was scratched by something, and then her thigh was kicked. In order to protect herself, she subconsciously picked up something from her side and moved towards The people around me waved wildly.

During this time, although a few people shouted "Wrong, wrong." Some people stood in front of her, but she still beat a few people and received a few corresponding blows.

The turmoil did not stop until Director Duan arrived.

Ai Qian was standing on a wall in the office, thinking about it.

Including her, there are a total of 7 people participating this time. It is quite spectacular to stand in a row, each looking down at the tip of the shoe, but she is the only girl.

From Director Duan to the head teachers of each class, after an hour of training, it finally ended 10 minutes ago.

They were also purified.

The office was much quieter than before, and there were sounds of computer keyboards.

Ai Qian lowered her eyes and pouted her lips. Through this sight, she saw her broken lips. Although they were dry, they were still blood red.There is also a long scratch of more than one centimeter under the eye, which is injured by something. If it is more than one centimeter, she must be blind.

"Sorry to drag you into this."

Suddenly someone beside her spoke to her in a low voice.

Ai Qian turned her head slightly to see that it was a handsome boy, a familiar face, but she didn't recognize him.

"My name is Zhang Wenbin, I'm in the class next to yours."

Later, when Zhang Wenbin talked about this incident, he always lamented that Ai Qian's luck was not ordinary. He said that they had a heated argument because of trivial matters on the basketball court, and it was a bit like fighting, but because they were at school, the two Fang froze, and finally waited until the class was about to be withdrawn, when she made a big noise and threw one of the opponent's people down.

So things happened so weirdly.

"En. My name is Ai Qian." She replied in a low voice, because the wound at the corner of her mouth was opened and hurt because of speaking.

"I know."

Ai Qian pursed her lips and tried to speak as little as possible.

But not speaking does not mean that you will not think wildly. Just now, Mr. Zhao said that this matter is very serious and has notified the parents.

parents.

Ai Qian pursed her lips.

They stood for about an hour, until Ai Qian was a little numb, and then there was a change.

Ai Qian did not expect that the first person who came as a parent was Qin Zishuang.

The wall where they were punished was connected to the door, and Ai Qian happened to be closest to the door.When Qin Zishuang appeared, she didn't know it, she was still playing with the zipper of the school uniform, and when she pulled it to the middle position, she heard her call her.

"Ai Qian."

Qin Zishuang's voice was very soft. I don't know if it was because the head teacher was too quiet or something else, as if he was whispering beside her.

Ai Qian looked up because of the call, and saw her standing at the door in a windbreaker, her black gloves were taken off and held in her hands. They hadn't seen each other for more than half a month, and she still gave her the same feeling as before.

In response, Ai Qian turned to look at Teacher Zhao, and saw that she was also walking over.

"Fortunately, there was no accident this time, otherwise it would not be as simple as facing the wall." Teacher Zhao looked at Ai Qian fiercely: "Go back and write a 1000-word self-criticism and hand it in tomorrow morning."

After she finished speaking, she immediately changed her expression, looked at the human being at the door with a smile, and said, "Miss Qin, this child..."

Her words were interrupted.

"I will discipline." Qin Zishuang glanced at Ai Qian after speaking, and said without hearing any good or bad words: "Let's go."

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The temperature has dropped sharply in the past few days, and with the light rain in the morning, City A has become even colder.

Ai Qian followed Qin Zishuang, and walked out of the office building slowly and awkwardly. When she passed the window, she looked up at the pattering rain, rubbed her hands and put them in her pockets.

The umbrella is in the schoolbag, and the schoolbag is in the classroom, but it seems that now is not the time to talk.

Should Qin Zishuang be made to wait while she goes to the teaching building again?forget it.

When both went downstairs, they didn't have any worries when they saw the person at the top of the stairs.

She was still thinking about how Qin Zi could avoid the rain since he didn't have anything in his hands.

I'm really worried. For a person like her, she doesn't need to remember to bring an umbrella. Someone has already been waiting for her.

Ai Qian suddenly remembered that Pan Yanxi had read a novel, and when she introduced the big characters in it, she described it like this, "There are millions of people every minute, so there is no need to do trivial things by yourself, and I wish I could have someone to help me." Brush it." She didn't think so at the time, but now that she thinks about it, although it was a bit exaggerated, Qin Zishuang lived in such a world.

This is the first time Ai Qian has seen this person, and he also wears a ponytail like Qin Zishuang. The clothes on his body are much softer, a white down jacket, a short skirt, and long boots, which are shorter than Qin Zishuang, so that she handed him When I gave her the umbrella, I lifted it up a little.

Qin Zishuang took her umbrella and left first. She took out another umbrella from her bag and stepped on a step to stand in front of Ai Qian, smiling, "Come in."

Ai Qian quickly hid in, because she couldn't stand still in a hurry, she took a few steps back and grabbed the opponent's sleeve.

Because of this change, the down jacket made a friction sound. Qin Zishuang in front of him looked back, and then turned back.

Ai stuck out her tongue.

"I'm Ms. Qin's assistant, Cheng Yuanyuan." After speaking, she took out a business card from her bag, and Ai Qian took it. It was a small square paper with a blue background, a simple design, and a logo of their company on the upper right corner.

"If you have any questions in the future, you can contact me."

Ai Qian responded and put the business card in her pocket.

The rain still didn't stop, and the splashed water from stepping into the shallow pit stained the trousers. Ai Qian looked at the stains, hesitated for a while by the car door, and quickly shook her legs and sat in.

The driver drove the car almost at the same time as the door was closed. The heating in the car was sufficient, so that he could no longer shrink his head. Ai Qian shrugged and leaned back comfortably.

"I didn't know you would still fight."

When Qin Zishuang spoke suddenly, she was so frightened that she immediately sat up straight again.

Still wanting to wait for her to continue talking, the cell phone on the co-pilot rang.

Cheng Yuanyuan looked at the incoming call and didn't answer it. She covered the speaker and turned her head to know Qin Zishuang, "Zheng Qi's call."

Qin Zishuang stretched out his hands, and Cheng Yuanyuan put the phone on it. After she took it, she didn't stop. She put her four fingers together and hooked it again. Cheng Yuanyuan tacitly took out a document from her bag and handed it over.

She opened the file, quickly answered the phone, and put it to her ear, "It's me, Qin Zishuang."

What was said at the other end, she hummed, and then laughed, "I thought it was a joke, at this price, I'm afraid even Wang Lian would not like it."

"It's natural, I don't need you to worry about it."

"Equivalent exchange, Mr. Zheng, you should understand."

"Okay, see you next time."

Qin Zishuang took the phone and threw it aside, rubbed his brows and leaned on it, leaning on the edge of the car window with one hand, closing his eyes, looking tired.

Seeing her opening her mouth like this, Cheng Yuanyuan turned her head away without saying anything, and then turned back a few seconds later, "Isn't it not good for you to interrupt so suddenly and leave a group of people for a meeting, after all, they..."

Qin Zishuang didn't let her go on, opened his eyes for a while to look at Ai Qian and closed them again, and said calmly, "I have a sense of proportion."

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Qin Zishuang was really busy.

She didn't even have time to send Ai Qian home, so she took her directly to the company, threw her into the office and left.

Ai Qian sat for a minute and stood up again.This office is not too big, it is more than ten square meters, with three walls and one shutter, a desk opposite the door, a computer, a pen holder, and a box of folders. There are no other extraneous furnishings. A shallow sofa to sit on, nothing else.

Ai Qian walked around a few times feeling bored, and when she wanted to sit down, she found a painting on the sofa.

She knelt down and took a closer look, not because she was appreciating it, but because this rare decoration made her curious and wanted to find something from it.

But obviously not.

There is only a black and white clock in the drawing, and the hands are pointing to two o'clock.

Ai Qian tilted her head, which suits Qin Zishuang's tone well.

She shrugged, pressed her hand against the wall, and found a label in the lower right corner that read: "The Lost One" in one word.

Ai Qian pursed her mouth, expressing that she didn't understand.

"doing what?"

Suddenly a voice came from behind her, and she was startled, her knees suddenly cramped weakly, her hand holding on to the painting was not stable, she subconsciously pushed hard, and the painting fell on the sofa.

She immediately got up and looked at the things in her hand to see if there was any damage. She let out a breath and smiled awkwardly at Qin Zishuang, then turned around and hung up the painting, and asked, "Who is Shan Yan?"

Qin Zishuang had already walked to the chair and sat down, turned on the computer, took out a document from the table, and answered her: "It's a painter."

It's like no answer.

Qin Zishuang opened his laptop again, passed a few files to the desktop, opened his mailbox, and started checking emails.

Twenty minutes later, she felt as if she had ignored another person in the office, and looked up, that person was sitting on the sofa, watching the floor empty.

The scars on the face are obvious, one under the eyes and one on the corner of the mouth, which looks a little swollen from such a distance.She stopped typing on the keyboard, stretched her knuckles and tapped on the table, making three beeps.

Ai Qian raised her head when she heard the voice.

"Go to Yuanyuan for a medicine kit, and treat the wound on her face."

Ai Qian was slightly startled when she heard this, and touched the corner of her mouth with an oh, "No need, it's all scarred."

Qin Zishuang looked at her helplessly and frowned: "I'm very busy."

Ai Qian's heart skipped a beat, and she stood up immediately. Because of this movement, she suddenly felt that a part of her hind leg was being pulled, which hurt a little.

She gritted her teeth and walked out of the office without stopping.