fall in love with Bo Xingren

Sang Yiyu is dressed very beautifully today, not to say that her dress is bright and graceful, on the contrary, she is only wearing trousers and a shirt.A pair of sapphire blue cropped trousers with a thin belt, and stiletto high heels of the same color made her slender figure look more perfect, and she was wearing a goose yellow silk top with bat sleeves.This kind of dress is different from her previous low-key and professional conservative dress, which looks fashionable and neat.

When she was in class, she began to try not to deliberately dress up as old and dignified as before, just because Yan Se said that she liked her beautiful dress, and she did so unconsciously.The only thing that keeps her looking like a young and beautiful teacher and not a student on a college campus, perhaps, is that she is carrying an auntie-grade black shopping bag with lesson plans, books and papers handed in by students , There is also a laser pointer for lecturers pinned to the mouth of the pocket.

The magnificent administrative office building of Nan'ao Business School is composed of a main building and two towers AB. The archives room that Sang Yiyu is going to is on the top floor of Tower A. Pass through the main building and walk to the special elevator to go up.So she was very surprised why Yan Se was in the corridor connecting the two buildings. Few people would come here. Yan Se was obviously waiting for her. How did she know she was here?

"You don't come to class once a week, come once, do you have to wait another week to come to class?" Yan Se's tone was very aggressive, but she didn't intend to reveal that she was keeping track of how long Sang Yiyu hadn't come to class It's just that she doesn't realize it.

"I'm sorry, it's the end of the term. The teacher has been a little busy recently. I can teach you every day during the summer vacation, and I can catch up soon." Sang Yiyu's tone is still the same, but there is a little more alienation in the faint voice ——It's the same as when I first met Yan Se.

So Yan Se's hearing was extremely ear-piercing.Although the explanation given by Sang Yiyu couldn't be more reasonable, it would be a bit unreasonable for her not to accept it, but Yan Se became anxious and asked angrily, "Are you busy or are you avoiding me? You don't want to See me! Or, you are busy accepting other people's pursuit, so you don't have time to teach me!"

Sang Yiyu frowned, not understanding where Yan Se's last sentence of "accepting other people's pursuit" came from, but her previous sentence made her unable to deny it.She is deliberately avoiding the opportunity to meet Yan Se, and of course strictly speaking, she is not avoiding her... Perhaps it is more appropriate to say that she needs some time to adjust her mentality.She felt pity for Yan Se because of love, or love because of pity, or just love because of love, she thought for a long time but couldn't figure it out.

She thought it was because of that kiss that day.Although it took her a week to adjust herself afterwards, it seemed that the effect was not good - otherwise, she would not have such an impulsive impulse to hug and kiss Yan Se...beyond her identity as a teacher.

When Sang Yiyu thought of Yan Se running away in a hurry that day, he still felt a sharp throbbing pain in his chest.The child seemed to be frightened by her that day. In fact, she was also frightened by herself. Look at what she did on a whim. She has been indifferent to people and things since she was a child, and has never had such derailed behavior.

Has this woman always been like this, cold and reticent, like a gourd, when she opens her mouth, it's really... Or is she acquiescing that she is accepting other people's pursuit, and is developing a relationship with the man she met today?Thinking of this, Yan Se couldn't help feeling sour all over her body. She lowered her head to prevent Sang Yiyu from noticing, but she knew that she was very angry, and she felt a feeling of resentment when she was angry. It was sour and bitter. all together.

"Teacher, why did you still hug me that day, and why did you make me misunderstand... Teacher also likes me. If you like that man." When Yan Se spoke again, she already had a lovely and pitiful look. The doll-like face is full of grievances.

"Like that man?" Sang Yiyu thought for a second. The only person she could talk to recently was a professor who strongly invited her to participate in a research project. They discussed this project at lunch at noon today." Did you see us at lunch today?"

Yan Se's heart was even more blocked, she could hardly speak a word, her breath was stuck in her throat, she really felt that if she poured a bucket of water on her now, she would burn it dry.What a cold woman, did you really fall in love with another man as soon as you turned around?Yan Se was so angry that she wanted to cry. In fact, her voice was really crying. She took half a step forward and suddenly hugged Sang Yiyu tightly, and buried her face in her neck, her voice was sweet——

"Teacher, don't like other people."

"Yan Se..." A panic flashed across Sang Yiyu's indifferent face. Recently, she often felt this panic when facing Yan Se.

"Don't like other people, teacher, do you like me, okay?" Yan Se hugged Sang Yiyu tighter, like hugging something she was nervous about. She had never hugged someone so tightly.

With just this sentence, Sang Yiyu knew that he had fallen.

But Sang Yiyu is not someone else. Even so, it is impossible for her to become someone who expresses her feelings enthusiastically.She still spoke in a calm tone: "Yan Se, you misunderstood, I don't like anyone else."

However, the hand she patted on Yan Se's back was much more gentle.

"Then, is it because of my misunderstanding that the teacher treated me?" Yan Se opened her big foggy eyes, looked up at Sang Yiyu, she was asking for her affection.

"..." Sang Yiyu carefully looked at her beautiful eyebrows, paused for a long time, and then replied in her characteristic flat but determined tone: "It's not a misunderstanding."

Although she can't be sure that she fell in love with a girl, but it cannot be denied that she has a special feeling for Yan Se, beyond ordinary feelings.

Yan Se finally smiled, with a small dimple, anyone who saw this expression couldn't help but laugh along with her: "Teacher, I like you too."

The kiss fell with a smile just like that, without the careless and tentative procrastination, Yan Se was always direct.Sang Yiyu only had time to sigh for half a second that the young students nowadays are so enthusiastic and direct, before she was kissed firmly by Yan Se's lips.After confirming that Sang Yiyu would not refuse her kiss, Yan Se lightened up her nervous and eager movements.She carefully painted Sang Yiyu's lips with the tip of her tongue, which was slightly cool but soft and delicate like pudding.

Yan Se couldn't help getting a little nervous, because Sang Yiyu's kiss was the same as hers, indifferent, neither proactive nor eager. She was afraid that if she disturbed Sang Yiyu, an overly calm woman, she would stop the kiss.Fortunately, this kind of thing never happened. Yan Se sucked and kissed Sang Yiyu's lips, boldly probing her neat teeth with the tip of her tongue, coaxing her to open her lips, and finally completely invaded and occupied every inch of her.

"Hmm..." Sang Yiyu finally couldn't help letting out a soft sigh.Yan Se's passionate high temperature stuck to her body, she was almost pressed against the cold wall and couldn't move, the collision of cold and heat at the same time, coupled with the ambiguous breath so close to her breath, made her faint, she Never tried this feeling.

Yan Se finally discovered that Sang Yiyu was very jerky, not at all jerky like what a mature woman with such a beautiful appearance should have.Could this be... Thinking of this, Yan Se's breathing suddenly became rapid because of her heartbeat. When a bad idea came up, she raised the corner of her mouth and smiled, and whispered a sweet voice on Sang Yiyu's lips.

"Teacher~ Is this your first kiss?" Yan Se's tongue lightly brushed the corner of her lips.

This question was asked too directly, and the answer Sang Yiyu gave was to gently turn his head away to prevent Yan Se from kissing her again.

Well, this queen-like cold woman is so cold at this time, even she can feel her heartbeat out of control, Sang Yiyu can still maintain such aura.Yan Se smiled sweetly again, and said coquettishly, "It's also the first time I've kissed someone like this..."

Sang Yiyu is actually not that cold. As soon as these words came out, Yan Se saw that her face turned red, and even the roots of her ears were dyed a red color, reflecting the white and elegant neck that she showed when she turned her head away. ...beautiful.

This is the most daring thing Sang Yiyu has ever done in his life—he even kissed someone in the corridor of an office building where people come and go at any time, and it was a girl. The most extraordinary thing is that this girl is still hers. student.

So much so that Sang Yiyu, who usually dealt with people and things calmly, still felt her face was slightly hot when she walked out of the office building.Yan Se is like an obedient child, grabbing the hem of her clothes and following her buttocks, smiling with a tricky face, ah no, it should be with an innocent smile.

But they didn't go far, and they ran into Professor Zhu unexpectedly.Although Professor Zhu introduced Sang Yiyu to Yan Se as a teacher, he didn't know Yan Se. Seeing Sang Yiyu walking so closely with a female student, he was a little surprised when he met them.

Sang Yiyu greeted him calmly, as if he didn't see the expression on his face, and it seemed that Yan Se's little tail was not dragging around.On the contrary, it was Yan Se. She knew Professor Zhu, and said to him with a clever smile: "Professor, don't you recognize me? My name is Yan Se. Mommy called me. Thank you for recommending Mr. Sang as a good teacher~"

After hearing this, Professor Zhu was quite embarrassed, because Yan Se's background was very sensitive, and it was her father who got rid of him and introduced her to her teacher. It's really embarrassing to say it face to face.Such a little girl speaks sweet and polite words, but she really knows how to poke her, but she still can't get angry with her.After just meeting and exchanging some pleasantries with Yan Se, Professor Zhu felt that this little girl might not look like her appearance at all.

After the two continued to walk for a long distance, Sang Yiyu couldn't help but smile slightly when he remembered the scene just now.Yan Se saw it, and she deliberately took Sang Yiyu's hand to make trouble for her: "Teacher, you are still laughing! If I didn't deliberately embarrass him, you will be the one who will be embarrassed. You don't want others to know me!"

Yan Se saw that Professor Zhu was amazed at how affectionate Sang Yiyu was with a girl. Sang Yiyu is the kind of frank person who can't lie. A lot of associations come.

"You are my student." Sang Yiyu made a helpless expression.

Yan Se didn't leave, but stopped at the same spot, Sang Yiyu took two steps and found that she hadn't followed, turned around to look at her, only to find that she was standing there with a sulky expression on her face.

"Teacher, do you regret it?"

What an awkward tone~ Facing someone who is younger than him and has his own student, he subconsciously wants to treat himself as the one who should take care of her.What's more, this person is the most special person in my heart at the same time. Sang Yiyu has nothing to do with her, and she is eaten to death by a word. She sighed and walked back to Yan Se's side, reaching out to hold her gently patted her back and said softly, "No. I like you."

The author has something to say: Uh~ rubbing my eyes, the kitten is floating up ╯﹏╰

The kitten was not feeling well today, and when he came back, he lay on the bed and hugged the quilt to sleep

I just woke up now, I’m sweating because of the heat (the quilt, the kitten’s legs kicked off)

So I haven’t eaten yet, I feel uncomfortable and hungry ≥▂≤rolling

Dear friends, hurry up and touch others~