Too much

Before Shen Zeming could speak, another teacher Zhou who also taught history looked at him and Qi Jingchen and exclaimed, "Hey, Doctor Qi and Teacher Shen know each other?"

"Let's get to know each other." English teacher Wu Ning interjected next to him, "On Friday, Dr. Qi had an interview with Mr. Shen about his son. I listened to him at the side, so why are Dr. Qi and Mr. Shen high school classmates? , right Teacher Shen?"

The office suddenly fell silent, everyone looked at Shen Zeming, he pursed his lips, and suddenly didn't want to answer.

Until Qi Jingchen said: "Yes, Teacher Shen and I are high school classmates. Now he is not only my son's head teacher, but also my new colleague."

"We have a close relationship. Don't you think so, Mr. Shen?"

Qi Jingchen smiled, and looked at Shen Zeming politely and distantly. He was disguised very well, and every gesture was just right for the old classmate who reunited after a long absence and half-true intimacy, just like the person who held Shen Zeming in the bathtub last night. not him.

He is wearing a dark green windbreaker today, his hair is glued back, his gold-rimmed glasses are on the bridge of his nose, and his shirt is buttoned to the top, perfectly covering the wounds and hickeys on the side of his neck. He is serious and graceful.

Dressed beast.Shen Zeming looked away, flipped through the lesson plans at hand, and said "hmm" reluctantly.

Probably because he didn't respond positively, the atmosphere was cold for a few seconds, and then several teachers headed by Mr. Zhou began to chatter about their high school days.

Two minutes later, the official class bell rang, and the teachers who had classes in the next period quit the gossip team, picked up the textbooks from the desk, and trotted to the classroom.

The people were almost gone, and the office became quiet again. Teacher Zhou glanced at Shen Zeming, then at Qi Jingchen, and smiled wittily: "My child is about to leave school, I have to pick him up. Since Dr. Qi and Teacher Shen are high school classmates , then I won't bother you two to reminisce about the past, let's go first."

She walked to the door, turned around abruptly and said to the two of them: "Yo, I forgot just now, you two don't forget to go to the farmhouse opposite the school for dinner after school in the afternoon. Director Liu specifically explained that this is specially for Dr. Qi you We made a welcome banquet, and everyone has to come."

Qi Jingchen nodded and smiled, "If you are interested, go slowly."

There is no rule in the No. [-] High School that teachers must stay in the office for work. Most teachers leave after class, and few teachers are willing to stay in the office and work overtime.

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As soon as the bell rang for the third period, apart from Qi Jingchen and Shen Zeming, there was only Mathematics Teacher Sun who sat diagonally across from them and was busy correcting the test papers.

After the crowd dispersed, Qi Jingchen immediately took off that hypocritical mask.He took a step forward and stopped half a foot away from Shen Zeming.

This distance is too ambiguous, one step forward can kiss.Shen Zeming's hand holding the lesson plan tightened, his Adam's apple rolled down, and he subconsciously looked away.

Qi Jingchen smiled suddenly, "Mr. Shen, don't you want to catch up on the old days?"

He fixed his eyes on Shen Zeming, raised his hand, and slowly undid the first button of the shirt collar, and the traces full of eroticism fell into Shen Zeming's eyes half concealed.

Shen Zeming's eyes froze slightly, and the tips of his ears blushed uncontrollably. He had already printed the page of the teaching plan, but his voice was still steady, without any ups and downs, "Is this the way Dr. Qi talks about the old days? "

"Mr. Shen is thinking too much." Qi Jingchen chuckled twice, put his left hand forward on Shen Zeming's shoulder, pressed his palm down, and Shen Zeming suddenly fell into the chair.

He frowned and looked up at Qi Jingchen, and saw Qi Jingchen also sat down in front of the armchair beside him, innocently said: "I'm just hot."

They were very close, so close that Qi Jingchen could touch his ankle with a move of his leg, or reach out to hold him in his arms.

Shen Zeming's heart skipped a beat.

It seemed that it had rained last night, and the morning breeze with the fragrance of mud lifted the curtain by the window, and the arc bulged by the wind just covered his upper body in an unbiased manner.

In the next second, Qi Jingchen came over and put his arms around Shen Zeming's waist, "Mr. Shen's waist, is it alright?"

Covered by the curtain, Shen Zeming couldn't see Qi Jingchen's expression, his hand was warm and strong, the heat penetrated through the thin T-shirt, from the tailbone up, it was hot and numb.

He straightened his back unconsciously, Qi Jingchen suddenly bent his little finger, and scratched his tailbone a few times.

Shen Zeming froze immediately.Two seconds later, the finger climbed up his spine, slowly scratching upwards through a thin layer of cloth.

One, two, three...

He couldn't sit still.

Shen Zeming's scalp was numb, and he was clutching the armrest of the backrest. At this moment, he was distracted and thought of Qi Jingchen last night.

He seems to have changed, but also seems to have not changed.

With a snap, Shen Zeming suddenly regained consciousness, Qi Jingchen patted him on the waist, and then the curtain was lifted, and the man's suddenly enlarged facial features were close at hand.

"Why don't you answer?"

The tip of Qi Jingchen's nose touched him, Shen Zeming's pupils shrank slightly, and the sound of a fast heartbeat echoed in his ears. For a moment, he felt a little guilty for no reason.

Under the bulging curtains, Qi Jingchen's breathing was intertwined with him, he looked straight at him, his pupils looked very dark, and when the pale golden sunlight fell, it was like the morning sun jumping into the sea level.

Shen Zeming's eyelashes fluttered, and the moment he lowered his head, his lips gently brushed against Qi Jingchen's upper lip.

Qi Jingchen raised his eyebrows.

It didn't count as a kiss, but Shen Zeming shrank back like a conditioned reflex, and bumped into the storage box by the window without defense, making a loud noise.

"Ms. Shen?" Mrs. Sun looked up at the sound, "Where's the person?"

When there was no response, Teacher Sun lowered his head and concentrated on grading papers.

Qi Jingchen chuckled, leaned forward, leaned close to Shen Zeming's ear, and said in a low voice, "My wife was angry last night."

The morning wind blowing towards the window suddenly stopped, and the curtains fell behind and returned to their original state.

Without the curtain to cover it, the ambiguous and awkward postures of Shen Zeming and Qi Jingchen were completely exposed, but neither of them moved. Fortunately, Teacher Sun was so focused on the paper that he didn't raise his eyes to look over.

Shen Zeming looked down at the mark on Qi Jingchen's neck, which was scratched subconsciously when he was emotional last night, it was dark red and very conspicuous.

He did it on purpose.But not enough.

The fire in Shen Zeming's heart was burning hotter and hotter, he raised his eyes to look at Qi Jingchen's neat shirt, and stretched out his hand to tug it.

He was so strong that he tore off the first three buttons of the shirt, and the neckline was wide open, exposing half of the collarbone and the purple hickey on the collarbone.

Qi Jingchen was stunned for a moment, and then raised the corners of his lips almost imperceptibly.

"Slip, sorry." Shen Zeming looked at Qi Jingchen expressionlessly, "Will your wife make up for you?"

"I'm afraid not." Qi Jingchen looked down at the three buttons lying on the ground, and said regretfully, "My wife is still angry, this dress probably has to be thrown away."

"Why don't Teacher Shen buy me a new one."

At this time, Teacher Sun suddenly started to pack up his things and stood up. Shen Zeming's eyelids twitched, he pushed the chair and took a step back, distanced himself from Qi Jingchen.

He moved too much. Out of curiosity or something else, Mr. Sun raised his eyes and happened to meet Qi Jingchen's eyes.

Qi Jingchen smiled naturally.Teacher Sun lingered on his collarbone for a second, then quickly moved away, and returned a polite smile to Qi Jingchen.

Teacher Sun packed his things and left with his bag. Shen Zeming heaved a sigh of relief, but before he could answer, another person came in at the door.

It was Zhang Ling, the principal's secretary. As soon as she entered the door, she yelled at Qi Jingchen: "Doctor Qi is still here."

Zhang Ling paused for a moment, glanced at Shen Zeming, and continued, "Are you done with your work here? The principal is waiting for you to go over."

"I'm done." Qi Jingchen nodded to Zhang Ling, "You lead the way."

Zhang Ling responded again and again, Qi Jingchen got up from the armchair, and when passing by Shen Zeming, he bent down, leaned against Shen Zeming's shoulder, and said softly, "Remember to buy clothes."

Shen Zeming is a biology teacher. He has two classes this morning. In addition to the one missed by oversleeping, there is also the last class in the morning.

After the second ring of the preparation bell, he walked into the classroom with lesson plans and textbooks.The class was very lively, a bunch of people gathered in Zhou Xiao's section, and they were chattering without knowing what to say.

Just as he was about to stop him, Zhou Xiao slapped the table hard and said loudly, "What the hell are you talking about? Dr. Qi is my godfather, I'm not his real son!"

Xu Shi couldn't be angry, he finished cursing, and then added: "He and my mother are not married, not married, not married, my mother is his sister, what a fucking marriage!"

"He's single."

Brushing the ground, the fire in Shen Zeming's heart was extinguished.