After Escaping Marriage [GL]

"Qingtang." A gentle and soft female voice sounded in the office.

Cheng Zhanxi stopped.

Yu Qingtang: "How much for breakfast, I'll pass it to you."

Wen Zhihan's smile was filled with helplessness: "How long have we known each other, why are you still so out of touch?"

Yu Qingtang took out her mobile phone and repeated with the same tone, "How much?"

Wen Zhihan clicked out the QR code for the payment, sighed and said, "Six dollars and five."

Yu Qingtang transferred the account to her and said, "Thank you."

Wen Zhihan watched her put in a milk straw, and she looked low and quiet. He couldn't help but lower his voice. With a voice that only two people could hear, he asked, "Do you... do you like me a little now?"

Yu Qingtang raised her eyes, as always calm and without waves.

She didn't even hesitate, she opened her mouth to answer.

Wen Zhihan interrupted her abruptly, bitterness welling up on the base of his tongue, and said, "You don't need to answer for the time being."

Yu Qingtang still answered her with a cold expression: "No."

"Don't waste time on me."

Wen Zhihan's face was the same, but he just smiled, pushed the breakfast set in front of her, sat opposite himself, and ate breakfast.

The conversation behind the two was very low, and Cheng Zhanxi didn't hear exactly what the two said.

Out of courtesy, she waited outside for a while before Fang came out and knocked on the door.

"Mr. Yu, good morning."

The tall and slender woman leaned against the door, and the thin pale golden sunlight came down from behind her, which outlined her facial features in a hazy and beautiful manner, and her voice was full of vitality.

In the somewhat gloomy office in the early morning, because of her arrival, it was brightened up, and even the air became light.

Wen Zhihan raised his head and was slightly taken aback.

"You are…"

She instinctively felt a sense of crisis.

Cheng Zhanxi looked at Yu Qingtang with a light smile. Yu Qingtang didn't know why she didn't speak but looked at herself, but still introduced to Wen Zhihan: "This is the new teacher Cheng, teaching the seventh class of sports."

She turned to Cheng Zhanxi and introduced her equally, "Wen Zhihan, physics teacher."

Cheng Zhanxi pouted secretly.

Why do you call yourself Teacher Cheng and call others your full name?

Oh, she knew, the more she cared about it, the more she had to pretend to be alienated in front of outsiders, get, avoid, and dislike it.

Cheng Zhanxi felt better again, raised the corners of his lips slightly, and said politely, "Hello, Mr. Wen."

"Hello, Teacher Cheng." Wen Zhihan replied calmly.

Cheng Zhanxi walked in, the sunlight was hidden outside the door, and Wen Zhihan could see her face clearly.

With delicate eyebrows, red lips and white teeth, he is tall, at least over 170, with long legs and thin waist. No matter where he is, he is the most eye-catching presence.

The black and blue striped stitched shirt is matched with light blue denim cropped trousers, and a pair of Converse white shoes are underfoot.

Beautiful, pure, charming, energetic, mature... It seems that all contradictory traits can find a support point in her and combine perfectly.

Wen Zhihan's eyes fell on her hand, and his eyebrows twitched.

"Mr. Cheng bought two breakfasts?"

Cheng Zhanxi smiled slightly and said, "Yes, I have a big appetite."

Wen Zhihan: "…"

Even if Cheng Zhanxi didn't hear the confession and was rejected, based on the paragraph he heard before entering the door, he knew that breakfast would not work.

Thank you teacher Wen for giving her a wrong demonstration.

Cheng Zhanxi sat in his seat with a smile, and said to Wen Zhihan with a smile: "I heard everyone say that Mr. Wen and Mr. Yu are classmates?"

Wen Zhihan hummed.

While she was playing with Cheng Zhanxi, Cheng Zhanxi was also observing her.

Average-looking - well, objectively speaking, it's outstanding among ordinary people.

The temperament is soft and gentle, and the speech is soft and soft, a bit like Yu Qingtang's version of Yu Qingtang.

Cheng Zhanxi asked curiously again, "How long have you been my classmate?"

Wen Zhihan said, "Seven years."

Cheng Zhanxi smiled meaningfully: "That's really been a long time."

Seven years is enough to get married once and then get divorced. Wen Zhihan has not caught up with anyone yet, and he has been charged for buying breakfast.

Cheng Zhanxi believes that there is a specific magnetic field between people. Love is like the inspiration of a painter's creation. It is not boiled out, but in a flash of lightning, the spring thunder explodes and everything is renewed.

If the call has already come, why is it now?

Teacher Wen's threat plummeted, Cheng Zhanxi didn't start another topic, and saved some energy to eat her breakfast for two.

Wen Zhihan asked Yu Qingtang a question at this time.

"Did Mr. Cheng come to school yesterday?"

Yu Qingtang: "Well."

The conversation disappeared, Cheng Zhanxi looked up and found that Wen Zhihan was typing on his mobile phone.

Yu Qingtang also picked up the phone.

Cheng Zhanxi: "..." This is a little unhappy.

The mobile phone chat records are as follows-

Wen Zhihan: Do you remember her name?

Yu Qingtang: No, just remember the surname Cheng

Wen Zhihan: Do you want me to summarize her appearance for you?

Yu Qingtang: No, I don't usually need to call my name

Wen Zhihan: OK

After Cheng Zhanxi finished her first breakfast, Yu Qingtang stood up from behind the desk and said, "I'm going to work."

Wen Zhihan: "Go."

Cheng Zhanxi: "Mr. Yu, I don't have your WeChat account yet. Let's add one."

Yu Qingtang clicked out the QR code, Cheng Zhanxi scanned it to add friends, and the verification passed.

Yu Qingtang's avatar is all white, framed coldly in a square avatar frame, and his nickname is the abbreviation of the pinyin of his name: YQT.

Yu Qingtang didn't even look at Cheng Zhanxi's avatar and nickname, took the lock screen of the phone in his hand, and left the office.

Cheng Zhanxi clicked into Yu Qingtang's circle of friends from the seat, and did not set the "visible only for X days" permission, but it was blank.

Cheng Zhanxi turned to Wen Zhihan, who was preparing lessons at the desk, and smiled slowly.

"Mr. Wen~"

Wen Zhihan raised his head and felt a sudden shock in his heart.

Cheng Zhanxi put his elbow on the table, propped up one cheek, and asked with a smile, "You and Teacher Yu are classmates, how much do you know about her?"

Wen Zhihan: "…"

Is this guy shameless?

Cheng Zhanxi asked himself, "Why did she return to Sicheng to teach? Is there no suitable position for her in the capital?"

Wen Zhi said coldly, "I'm going to prepare a lesson."

Cheng Zhanxi smiled and said, "Okay, I'm going to prepare lessons too."

She opened the "Theory of Physical Education" she brought, and took notes while reading.

Writing and writing, he drew a simple sketch on the book, black clothes and black pants, Yu Qingtang, who exchanged contact information with her with one hand in his pocket, a little person with a cool expression. Cheng Zhanxi laughed and turned the page.

Yu Qingtang has two math classes in the morning, class 7 and class 9. Cheng Zhanxi has been reading in the office. In addition to professional books, she also brought several miscellaneous books, such as National Geographic, traditional literary novels, etc., as well as a sketchbook , free and full.

Ten minutes before school at noon, Cheng Zhanxi tidy up the table and started staring at the door without blinking.

The language teacher raised his head from his homework and said with a smile, "You're here to be the king's stone."

Cheng Zhanxi didn't want to be discovered too early, so he lay down on the table and said weakly, "I'm waiting for Teacher Yu to invite me to dinner, I'm so hungry."

Two minutes after the school bell rang, Yu Qingtang came in from outside the door with compulsory mathematics 1 and a lesson plan, and the young Chinese teacher raised his voice and joked, "Mr. Yu, Teacher Xiao Cheng is dying of hunger, why did you come back."

Yu Qingtang was stunned for a moment, and instinctively looked at Cheng Zhanxi: "Sorry."

Cheng Zhanxi glared at the language teacher with a smile and said, "She's joking, let's go now?"

"Wait." Yu Qingtang put the things back in the drawer, opened the thermos cup and took a sip, and said, "Let's go."

She stands tall and jade-like, standing at the corner of the desk, with long black hair in a shawl, and the cuffs of her black shirt are carefully folded above her forearms, revealing a thin and white wrist and well-jointed fingers, which are meticulously buttoned to the penultimate one. Buttons, showing a neck with superior lines and a smooth and soft chin, looking at her with cold and indifferent eyes.

Cheng Zhanxi blinked slightly.

How could this person be so knowledgeable? Every inadvertent action can easily arouse her nerves and make her heart pound like a deer.

Yu Qingtang frowned slightly: "Mr. Cheng?"

Cheng Zhanxi set off fireworks in his head: even frowning is so beautiful, ah, I'm dead.

Cheng Zhanxi took a deep breath, calmly slowed down for a while, and said, "I'm fine, let's go."

The teacher's window is on the second floor of the cafeteria, and the two of them went from the office to the cafeteria. The two walked side by side, and they were new teachers with outstanding appearance—one had been employed for two weeks, and the other had been employed for less than two days, frequently attracting the attention of passing students.

Yu Qingtang was expressionless, but Cheng Zhanxi felt her pace quickened a little.

Not used to this kind of stare?

Cheng Zhanxi is used to it, it's not normal for her not to be noticeable.

Cheng Zhanxi walked around her, and with her height five centimeters higher, she more or less blocked her sight.

During school hours, there are many students chasing and making trouble on campus without even looking at the road. Cheng Zhanxi caught a figure in a school uniform in the corner of his light, rushing over from a few steps away, just in the direction of Yu Qingtang.

"Mr. Yu!" She quickly reminded her, but it was too late.

Yu Qingtang looked at her suspiciously, and the students behind her were less than one meter away from her.

And Yu Qingtang also saw the situation behind Cheng Zhanxi's eyes.

She subconsciously turned back.

It was too late and then too fast, Cheng Zhanxi grabbed her thin wrist like electricity, and took her into his arms.

The figure of the student just happened to pass her in a thrilling manner, her long hair was ruffled by the wind, and the corner of her school uniform brushed the back of Yu Qingtang's cold hand hanging on her side, her slender knuckles curled up involuntarily. She is sunk in a soft embrace, the scent of fresh chamomile and lime lingering on her nostrils.

The two students had already run away, and the wind sent slapstick laughter.

Cheng Zhanxi lowered her head, Yu Qingtang's face was buried in the crevice of her neck, and she didn't lift it up for a long time.

Cheng Zhanxi's throat slid and he couldn't help swallowing.

She... shouldn't she want to kiss herself?

The author has something to say:

Cheng Zhanxi: ah ah ah, it's so public, I'm so shy ah ah ah ah (*/ω＼*)