Flash marriage does not end well

Near the end of the year, Lin Qianzha struggled in front of the computer to draw several pictures in a row, and finally ended the last demand. After checking the whole thing, he saved it and sent it to his colleagues. After checking the time, it was 03:30 in the afternoon.He turned his head and looked at the dark gray sky outside the window. The weather forecast said that there will be snow today, and it is estimated that it will fall soon.

Lin Qian took a sip of the hot water from her thermos, and glanced at the office directly under her superior from the corner of her eye—the door was locked and the lights were not turned on.The boss didn't come in the afternoon, but I'm not sure if he will come again.

The reason why he was so restless was mainly because he was struggling with whether he should ask for leave to pick up Xiao Wenyang from school.

In fact, their company has a time off system. After counting his overtime work for half a month, it is no problem to leave two or three hours earlier, but who told him to be an outsourcer, with less money, more work and more benefits.

Lin Qian deeply repented for a few days after cheating his son away with a clever mouth last time, and decided to make up for the long-term omissions in parent-child education after learning from the pain.He absently picked up the phone and glanced at it, but the phone rang at the same time.

It was Wen Yang's class teacher who called, saying that Wen Yang had a fight with a classmate at school, and it was best for him to go over there.

fight?

Wen Yang?

Lin Qian immediately stood up, closed the computer, quietly greeted his colleagues with better relations, and slipped out through the small door of the company, but he ran into his friend Han Dong head-on in the secluded corridor who said he was deducting his bonus. boss.

"Lin Qian?"

He didn't have time to turn around, so he could only bite the bullet and take a step forward, curled up the corners of his mouth, and smiled.

"Where are you going?"

The owner's surname is Wang, in his 30s, a bit fat, and his style of painting is particularly different from Lin Qianzhan.

Of course, Lin Qian didn't dare to say that he left early to go to his son's school, so he quickly found an excuse: "Go get the express delivery."

There is a courier point in the garage on the first floor of their company, and they can only go down the elevator from the small door, which is reasonable.

"What did you buy?" The surname Wang smiled, and glanced at him, "New clothes?"

Lin Qian seemed to be thrown into the snow all of a sudden, and couldn't help getting goose bumps all over her body, and instinctively became alert.When they ran into each other head-on, Mr. Wang had obviously just come back and should have gone to the office area, but now he was still standing beside him, pretending to be waiting for the elevator.And it was only then that Lin Qian noticed that the other party's face was flushed strangely, and there was a faint smell of alcohol when he spoke.

No wonder he speaks upside down.

Seeing that Lin Qian was silent, Mr. Wang took another step closer, and said in a low voice, "Tell me what you need to buy, and I'll buy it for you. Look at what you wear all day long. What, Bai Chang has such a beautiful face and figure..."

Lin Qian was stunned for a second, and when he realized what the other party meant, he groaned in his heart, and took a step back like a cat with fried fur. From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the elevator just arriving, and then he sank into his dantian, and shouted: "Ah, Sister Qin, you are here too!"

Boss Wang, who wanted his eyes to stick to Lin Qian's body, suddenly trembled and turned his head with a sullen face.Lin Qian took this opportunity, flew into the elevator, and pressed the door to close smoothly, shutting the unresponsive Mr. Wang out of the elevator door.

Lin Qian breathed out with lingering fear. Sister Qin was the wife of Boss Wang, who worked in the company next door. She came to check on posts from time to time and spoke harshly. At this time, she unexpectedly became his life-saving talisman.

Walking out of the company building, it was already snowing outside, not as dark as it looked from the office just now.

The snowflakes fell quietly, and Lin Qian felt a little better. He briefly put his annoying work and annoying boss behind him, wrapped the beige scarf around his neck tightly, and ran to the subway station.

At 04:30, Lin Qian stood at the door of Wenyang's class teacher's office and knocked on the door. He didn't forget to use the metal reflection on the door frame to brush his snow-wet hair a little.A few seconds later, the door was opened, and he looked at the young male teacher in front of him, and greeted him politely and respectfully.

"Father Wen Yang, you are finally here."

The male teacher is called Ji Fan. I heard that he is a high-achieving student who has just graduated, but he wants to go back to his alma mater to teach. He has a gentle temper and a gentle manner. He has met him a few times before, and he gives a good impression.He noticed Lin Qian's nose that was frozen red, and thoughtfully handed him a cup of hot water first.

Lin Qian said thank you, then looked at Xiao Wenyang who was sitting inside, and asked with his mouth, "What's wrong?".

Little Wen Yang sat up straight, tucked his hands into his coat pockets, without even a red mark on his face, shook his head slightly and looked at the classmate beside him—he was also a boy, a lot taller than Wen Yang, and a lot stronger , still hiccupping and twitching at this moment, her eyes are red and swollen.

Lin Qian was originally worried that Wen Yang would be bullied, but after rushing over at a speed of [-] mph, he slammed on the brakes. Looking at his son who was peaceful and peaceful as usual, a sentence slowly rose in his heart, "I can't respect my son."

"I didn't hit him."

As soon as Wen Yang finished speaking, the little chubby next to him cried "Wow".

"Really," Wen Yang pursed his lips, "He wanted to make a bet with me, but he lost, and suddenly bumped into me, and then sat on the ground."

"No! It's you cheating!" Little Fatty yelled anxiously while crying, "That's obviously a fifth grade question, you must have cheated!"

Lin Qian shut up.Because he got off work late and had no time to take care of Wen Yang, Wen Yang went to stay with Han Dong, who was also a math teacher in this school, after school.Han Dong leads the graduating class all the year round, and when he wants to teach, he pulls Wen Yang to give lectures. Last month, he told Lin Qian with great interest that Wen Yang can directly pass the junior high school entrance examination.

"I didn't say that, Wen's IQ is genetically inherited, and Yang Yang is too smart."

Lin Qian was still following the music, but as soon as this sentence fell, he immediately became angry and struck out, repeatedly emphasizing that it was his good genes.

You can’t explain it to Xiaopangdun in this way. The child has already been stimulated too much. In the end, Xiao Wenyang jumped down from his seat and apologized: "Sorry, I don’t want the model we bet on."

When Xiao Pangdun heard this, his crying stopped, and he nodded quickly. At this time, his parents also rushed over. Fortunately, the other party was more reasonable, and it was fine after seeing that it was nothing serious. Before leaving, he even praised Wen Yang Well-behaved and cute.

Lin Qian untied the scarf and wrapped it around Wen Yang's neck, holding his hand and preparing to leave. Ji Fan, who was also preparing to get off work, carried the bag, turned off the lights in the office, and said, "Father Wen Yang, what's the matter?" Daxue, is it convenient to go back? How about I take you home by the way?"

Before Lin Qian could answer, Wen Yang squeezed his father's hand first, and said in a low voice, "Teacher Ji's family is in the opposite direction from ours."

Lin Qian quietly glanced at Ji Fan who had already changed his coat, his eyebrows and eyes were curved, and he seemed to be in a high mood. It seemed that he just mentioned it casually, but he was actually waiting for his answer with his ears pricked up.

The faint scent of cedar wafts in the nose, conveying the owner's hidden temptation.

Lin Qian grasped Wen Yang's hand tightly.

The pheromone smell he hates the most is cedar.

"No, Mr. Han Dong's office is in the next building, right? I'm friends with him, and I'll go back with him later."

Ji Fan paused subtly, then quickly covered it up, and said goodbye to them with a smile.

A few minutes later, Han Dong finally replied on WeChat, saying that he asked Lin Qian to take Wen Yang to wait for him at the school gate, and he drove out directly.It was already dark when Lin Qian took Wen Yang's hand downstairs, the snow outside was falling heavily, and there was a thin layer of snowflakes on the street trees on both sides of the road.

After they left the school gate, they stood under the streetlight at the intersection.Lin Qian tremblingly sent a voice message to Han Dong, and found a message from the company's personnel half an hour ago.

"Lin Qian, come here tomorrow."

He had to recall the unpleasant short meeting with his boss an hour ago, let out a breath of foul air slowly, and drew out the interface without returning. .

From the corner of his eye, he noticed that little Wenyang was staring eagerly at the old man selling candied haws in the distance.

"Want to eat?"

Wen Yang nodded heavily, and Lin Qian was unambiguous, and went up to buy a bunch of bean paste.Wen Yang's eyes lit up, he ran over happily, and then watched his father put the candied haws into his mouth.

"You change your teeth, so you can't eat this. Dad will eat it for you." Lin Qian bit down half of it slowly, "Wow, it's so sweet."

Wen Yang's small face buried in the scarf with only half exposed collapsed in an instant.

"Are you all right this afternoon?" Lin Qian continued to exhale, "I think that little chubby can hit you three times with one punch, don't be afraid next time we meet, go directly to your Uncle Han Dong and let him cover you, oh yes By the way, did you just say something... model? What model? It was issued by your school?"

Wen Yang shook his head, "No, it was a toy bought by that classmate's family, and it was specially brought to school to show us. I heard it was very expensive."

"Then why does it involve betting again?"

"Because I..." Wen Yang paused, and said slowly, "If I want it, I bet with him that if he makes a question, I will send the model to me if I make it, and if I can't, I will write one for him." monthly homework."

Lin Qian could almost imagine that the chubby man was gearing up to earn a month's labor for nothing, and it was no wonder that he later touched the porcelain with his body in a fit of frustration.

"Do you want it? What kind of model?"

He heard what Wen Yang said just now that it was very expensive, but it was rare for his son to want something, and it happened to be his birthday soon, and he was worrying about what presents to prepare, since he couldn't afford expensive ones, it would not be difficult to find a replacement...

"A model airplane."

Lin Qian came back to his senses, feeling like an auditory hallucination for a moment.

"what?"

"Airplane model." Little Wenyang didn't blink his eyes, "You said my other father was a pilot."

The snow was getting worse, vehicles were coming and going at the intersection, and the lights of the cars overlapped and printed in Lin Qian's eyes.He felt powerless for a moment, looking at the dark sky, a lot of things flooded into his mind, such as the unpredictable work, the messy life, and the people who couldn't hide no matter what.

"All right."

He squatted down and handed the candied haws to Wen Yang.

"I'll give you something to eat."

He was a little helpless, "but don't think about him."