To lure you into the game, Professor Su is cold and flirtatious

Chapter 32 It's Not My Fault

Many female students looked at Meng Yiye and Zhang Qinghuan with disdain and ridicule.

"Why are you blocking the door? Huh? Song Qiao? Why are you here?"

Ding Lingling's voice suddenly sounded, and the discussion in the classroom suddenly stopped, but everyone's eyes lit up.

The Lord is here, this is wonderful!

Chinese restaurant.

"Zhiqiu, I'm sorry, Xingyan is a bit of a jumper, I'm causing you trouble, come on, try this Maojianer, the owner of this Chinese restaurant should know tea, I'll pour you a cup, you can relax .”

Ding Cheng and Su Zhiqiu sat face to face.

Su Zhiqiu was serious, but Ding Cheng was extremely relaxed, chatting, and seeing the teapot on the table, he started making tea by himself.

He first poured a cup for Su Zhiqiu, pushed it in front of Su Zhiqiu, and asked with a friendly smile on his face.

"Zhiqiu, you should still get used to work. In fact, our school has a strong academic atmosphere. If you don't understand anything academically, you can ask the old professors at the school. If there is any inconvenience at work, you can Tell me, after all, I am your elder and should take care of you."

Su Zhiqiu kept staring at the cup of tea, and the ripples of the tea gradually faded away, but Su Zhiqiu's heart began to become restless.

Looking at Ding Cheng's face reflected in the tea, he felt inexplicably disgusted and said something suddenly.

"Dean Ding, don't you feel guilty and want to make it up to me? Why do you have to speak so nicely?"

Ding Cheng was still making tea, but when he heard Su Zhiqiu's words, his movements froze, and the smile on his face also froze.

After being stunned for a while, Ding Chengcai turned his gaze to Su Zhiqiu's face, then slowly put down the teapot in his hand, crossed his hands, and propped it on the table. This is an action he likes to do when he is nervous.

Ding Cheng swallowed, his expression slowly became serious, he took a deep breath, his tone became more serious, and he said slowly with frowns.

"Zhiqiu, it's normal for you to misunderstand me, but I still want to explain to you what happened back then, in fact..."

"No need to explain."

Su Zhiqiu interrupted Ding Cheng's words suddenly, and then raised his eyelids, his eyes were cold with a rare trace of sarcasm, and the aura exuding from his body was also incomparably alienated and indifferent.

A mocking smile appeared on the corner of Su Zhiqiu's mouth, he blinked, looked at Ding Cheng and said slowly: "Dean Ding, a human life can't be explained by a misunderstanding, nor can it be said or done casually. You can make it up, do you understand?"

After Su Zhiqiu finished speaking, the atmosphere froze.

Ding Xiangxiang was suddenly strangled by the neck, and it was difficult to breathe, and his face turned red.

Su Zhiqiu snorted coldly with the tip of his nose, and suddenly restrained all his emotions, became indifferent and elusive, and opened his mouth indifferently.

"However, after all, it is the matter of your previous generation. I can't control it as a junior, but I hope that the relationship between you and me in the future is just the relationship between the dean and the teacher. We are not familiar with each other, and we are not pretending to be familiar with each other." Senior or junior, I don't need your care either."

Ding Cheng's face was a bit ugly, Su Zhiqiu said so, it was very straightforward to slap him in the face.

But Ding Cheng couldn't help it. The child became like this, which had something to do with him, so he couldn't stand up in front of Su Zhiqiu.

"呲啦" sound.

Su Zhiqiu stood up suddenly, and the chair behind him was pushed back by him. The sound of the friction was a bit harsh, and Ding Cheng's heart tightened accordingly, and he subconsciously looked up at Su Zhiqiu who stood up.

The condescending cold face of the other party overlapped with the face in memory...

"Su..."

Ding Cheng's heart skipped a beat, and his fingers on the table couldn't help twitching. He subconsciously opened his mouth to say something.

However, Su Zhiqiu walked out of the table directly, and then nodded slightly to Ding Cheng.

"I'm sorry, Dean Ding, I think there's still something to be done, I'm leaving first, you take your time."

After speaking, Su Zhiqiu turned around and left.

When the door was opened, a gust of wind blew over, and the hair on Su Zhiqiu's forehead moved slightly, and his mood, which was still a little gloomy just now, suddenly eased a lot.

There was a happy smile on his face, he turned his head slightly, glanced at Ding Cheng who was sitting by the window from the corner of his eye, a sneer appeared on his face for a moment, then he restrained himself completely, and walked towards the school expressionlessly go:
Ding Cheng, this is still the beginning. I don't want your compensation. If I want it, I will take it myself.

I hope that by that time, you can still maintain your hypocritical appearance, but don't make it too embarrassing!

But at this moment, Ding Cheng, who was sitting in the store, looked at Su Zhiqiu's back with dull eyes, even the back looked so similar...

Ding Chengcheng was like a deflated ball, drooping his shoulders suddenly, and shrunk his whole body into the chair. Unlike the shrewd, capable and upright Dean Ding in the past, he seemed to have suffered a huge blow and failed at this time. By.

Ding Cheng took a deep breath, raised his hand and called the waiter.

"Sir, what do you need?"

Ding Cheng looked up at the waiter slowly and said, "Please give me a bottle of the strongest wine, thank you."

The waiter was a little hesitant to speak, but she didn't dare to say much when she was stared at by the other party's eyes. She nodded and went down. After a while, she brought a bottle of wine.

Ding Cheng snatched the wine bottle and drank it one by one. The agitation emanating from his body scared the waiter away.

Ding Cheng looked at the liquid in the glass, his face was vaguely reflected, and then changed into a face that resembled Su Zhiqiu.

Ding Cheng closed his eyes fiercely, and there were many fine lines at the corners of his eyes. It has been so many years... Are you still refusing to let me go?

He shook his head, opened his eyes and said to himself: "Did I... really do something wrong? Am I really wrong? But that choice is yours to make, I didn't force you, and I don't want to Such……"

Ding Cheng's eye sockets were suddenly moist, but he gritted his teeth, and drank another glass of wine, one glass after another, as if it was endless.

It's not his fault, it's not his fault, it shouldn't be his fault... right?

"Silly girl, you are finally here!"

Song Qiao breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Ding Lingling. After all, she came after she turned the tide. If it was earlier, this silly girl would definitely be hurt.

Most of the students in the classroom were watching the excitement, after all they were not familiar with Ding Lingling, but now the situation seemed to be clear, and everyone looked at Ding Lingling with either sympathy or righteous indignation.

Two girls who were familiar with Ding Lingling came to the door of the classroom and pulled Ding Lingling down to protect her.

(End of this chapter)