After Escaping Marriage [GL]

Cheng Zhanxi had lunch at Wei's house, and left at Wei Tingzhi's invitation.

Anyway, there is no room for Yu Qingtang in the Wei family.

The two went home to take a nap. In the afternoon, Cheng Zhanxi took Yu Qingtang to his studio and asked her to try painting with an oil paintbrush.

Yu Qingtang's painting skills have been stuck in kindergarten watercolors, and she is intimidated by the sudden contact with canvases and brushes.

Cheng Zhanxi held the palette: "paint whatever you want, it doesn't matter if you want to paint all the canvas blue."

Yu Qingtang tilted her head and glanced, these paints looked very expensive...

She put down the pen, shook her head and said, "Not yet."

Cheng Zhanxi said, "Then I will draw you."

Yu Qingtang got up and shifted his position, heaving a sigh of relief with a relieved look.

Cheng Zhanxi added slowly: "The kind that doesn't wear clothes, let me paint?"

Yu Qingtang: "..."

Cheng Zhanxi just wanted to tease her, but unexpectedly, after Yu Qingtang was silent for a moment, he put his hands on the buttons of his shirt and unbuttoned them one by one.

Cheng Zhanxi was stunned, her white shirt was hanging loosely on her arm, revealing one shoulder strap.

If the shoulders are cut, the clavicle is delicate.

The fair complexion has its own soft light in such a lute-holding atmosphere, which is extraordinarily attractive.

She used to take the initiative to take the initiative, but she only took the initiative when she was in a state. She asked Cheng Zhanxi to burn fire under the stove and add firewood to raise her temperature first. Instead of being like now, every move is an unknowing style, which affects Cheng Zhanxi's nerves.

Cheng Zhanxi felt his heart beating vigorously, and unconsciously began to drool.

She swallowed.

Yu Qingtang untied the last button, lowered his head and chased his hand with his eyes.

She saw that her hand was covered with another hand, warm and soft, with scorching heat.

Yu Qingtang slowly raised her eyes and caught sight of Cheng Zhanxi's gloomy eyes.

Cheng Zhanxi's hand replaced hers.

The shirt fell lightly to the ground, like a butterfly flapping its wings without making a sound.

Yu Qingtang tilted her slender neck back, and her winking eyes flashed with a hint of imperceptible success.

...

Cheng Zhanxi waited for the trembling Yu Qingtang to calm down, did a simple cleaning with a wet tissue, and cleaned up the mess in the studio.

Yu Qingtang was wearing that crumpled white shirt, the tears at the corners of her eyes had dried up for a while, and they were pale red.

Cheng Zhanxi bent down to pick up the paper that had fallen to the ground, and suddenly looked up at Yu Qingtang.

Yu Qingtang hooked his lower lip lightly.

Cheng Zhanxi came back and pinched her chin, and said, "Did you seduce me on purpose?"

Yu Qingtang raised her eyebrows and didn't answer.

Cheng Zhanxi turned his head to her ear and kissed her.

Yu Qingtang snorted, but instead of hiding, she hung her hands around her neck.

Once again, her studio might suffer, so Cheng Zhanxi carried Yu Qingtang out.

...

When Cheng Zhanxi opened the automatic curtains in the bedroom, he saw the burning clouds in the sky, the sun was on the edge of the skyline, and was about to sink with the last ray of light.

Yu Qingtang nestled in her arms, drawing circles from time to time.

"Are we too indulgent like this?" Yu Qingtang asked.

"Baby, don't you think it's too late to say this?" Cheng Zhanxi was almost deceived by her innocent appearance. If she hadn't been clinging to her for the last minute, she would have suspected Yu Qingtang's waist Will it be twisted off?

Cheng Zhanxi asked the fox who was just growing up in her arms: "Who was biting my finger just now?"

"How to bite? Like this?" Yu Qingtang pretended to be puzzled, grabbed her hand, and put it on her middle finger.

Cheng Zhanxi was so tortured by her that she immediately pressed her back to the pillow.

Yu Qingtang soon only had his share of humming.

The cell phone on the bedside table rang, Cheng Zhanxi raised his head and tilted his head to look, Yu Qingtang hooked her neck, panting, "Don't answer."

Cheng Zhanxi had seen it clearly with his eyesight and said, "It's my mother."

Yu Qingtang pushed her away, brushed her long hair, and said, "Take it."

Cheng Zhanxi: "..."

Cheng Zhanxi took the phone and pressed the answer button: "Hello."

When the voice came out, she realized that something was wrong, so she hurriedly cleared her throat and said, "Mom, what's the matter?"

Ms. Song, who has been through hundreds of battles, clicked her tongue over there, and said without revealing: "It's nothing, just asking if you two want to go home for dinner tonight."

Cheng Zhanxi held down the microphone and relayed Song Qingrou's words to Yu Qingtang.

Yu Qingtang said: "Go."

Cheng Zhanxi released his hand and said, "Go."

Song Qing Ju said, "It doesn't matter if you come later."

Cheng Zhanxi: "...Understood."

He sent Yu Qingtang, who was hanging in the air, to the cloud and then dropped back to the ground. Cheng Zhanxi went to the fitting room to get two clothes and put them on for the soft Yu Qingtang. Yu Qingtang was too physically exhausted in the afternoon, and got into the car in a drowsy state. To sleep, Cheng Zhanxi put down the co-pilot seat and let her sleep all the way to Cheng's house.

Cheng Zhanxi parked the car in front of the house, and after waking her up, she was still yawning, rubbing against Cheng Zhanxi's palm for a while before she managed to regain her spirits.

"The waist is sore..." The woman closed her eyes and acted coquettishly.

Cheng Zhanxi stretched out his hand to massage her and taught her seriously: "Be restrained."

Yu Qingtang opened her eyes and smiled, her eyes sly.

Cheng Zhanxi's cheeks were slightly warm.

Forget it, Yu Qingtang couldn't do this alone, she blamed her poor self-control.

Cheng Zhanxi led Yu Qingtang into the house.

"Mom, we're back."

Song Qingrou sat on the sofa and invited them to go eat lychees.

"Have you bought a plane ticket back to Sicheng?"

"Not yet." Cheng Zhanxi replied. There are enough air tickets to Sicheng, and there is still nearly a week left, so Cheng Zhanxi is not in a hurry.

"Don't buy it, my dad and I will go too, and then you will take the plane at home with us."

"what?"

Song Qingrou threw the lychee in her hand and said, "Aren't Xiaotang's grandparents in Sicheng? Are you not engaged?"

"I know." Cheng Zhanxi looked down at the lychee she received in time when she received the iced lychee. Lychees are innocent.

Cheng Zhanxi peeled off the lychee, and the white pulp inside was fed to Yu Qingtang's lips.

Yu Qingtang opened her lips and bit her down, and her eyes were filled with affection.

Song Qingrou said, "Xixi, come with me."

Cheng Zhanxi wiped his hands with a tissue, and went to the study on the first floor with Song Qingrou.

Soon, in about a few minutes, she was back.

Song Qingrou went to the second floor.

Yu Qingtang asked Cheng Zhanxi in a low voice, "What did Auntie tell you?"

Cheng Zhanxi picked up another lychee, flexibly removed the shell, and said, "She called in the afternoon and guessed that the two of us were doing it, and asked me to replenish your body more."

Yu Qingtang's ears turned red: "How did you answer?"

Is it not enough to say that he seduced her by himself?

"I said..." Cheng Zhanxi looked at her meaningfully, deliberately hanged Yu Qingtang for a while, Fang Zhan said with a smile, "Good mother."

Yu Qingtang hit her on the arm.

Cheng Zhanxi didn't know until bedtime that day that Yu Qingtang was so active today because he was jealous.

In the morning, they saw the children of each room at Wei's house. Wei Shi admired Cheng Zhanxi, and even took over the job of a servant to pour tea for Cheng Zhanxi, blushing and bowing his head, with a blushing face in the face of his sweetheart. appearance.

Cheng Zhanxi was polite and thoughtful, and he politely said a few words to Wei Shi, and Yu Qingtang knocked over the vinegar jar at that time.

It's just that the vat of vinegar didn't break out on the spot, but the more it brewed, the more it broke out when I got home.

Cheng Zhanxi was amazed.

The registration time for the students of Sicheng No. 1 Middle School was August 31, and the teachers were at least one day in advance, while Cheng Yi and Song Qingrou had to meet with Yu Qingtang's grandparents two days earlier. On the 27th, the four Cheng family members took the special plane to Sicheng, leaving Cheng Yuanxi alone to watch the house in Beijing.

Yu Qingtang was deeply moved by Cheng Yi and Song Qingrou's attention. Fang Wenjiao and her grandfather learned that Cheng Zhanxi's parents were coming, and temporarily took Yu Qingtang to buy two new clothes, so that they could see their in-laws.

As for Wei Tingyu's side, Fang Wenjiao failed to talk to him and had to give up.

Afraid that the two old men would not be able to hold on and look weak, Fang Wenjiao called Yu Qingtang's uncle back from Haishi to play the role of half a father.

Song Qingrou went to Cheng Zhanxi's residence, went to school, and rested with Cheng Yi at the Hilton Hotel in the city center.

On the 29th, the parents of both parties met in the box, and the atmosphere was pleasant.

Cheng Zhanxi and Yu Qingtang sat on both sides, smiling dignifiedly and well-behaved, like two standard molds.

After the meeting, Cheng Zhanxi went shopping with his parents, returned home, walked over to Yu Qingtang on the sofa, lay down and put his head on her lap to act like a spoiled child: "I'm so tired."

Yu Qingtang touched her smooth cheek.

Cheng Zhanxi lay down for a while, regained some vitality, and said, "My parents will go back tomorrow, will you send them with me?"

"So fast?"

"My dad was busy with work and went back after his business. My mom said that she would come to see us next time when she was free."

"Okay."

The next day they sent Cheng Yi and Song Qingrou on the plane. Cheng Zhanxi looked at the white traces left by the plane's wings across the blue sky.

It seems that from this moment, she has her own small family and truly grows up.

She came out of the protection of her parents, stretched out her wings, protected her lover, and perhaps her children in the future.

Yu Qingtang looked away from the high sky, and saw Cheng Zhanxi beside him silently wiping his tears.

Yu Qingtang: "?"

The sentimental Cheng Zhanxi lowered his head and buried his face in Yu Qingtang's neck, and said, "I just saw my dad's... black hair."

Yu Qingtang: "Puchi."

Cheng Zhanxi also laughed sullenly.

Originally, she wanted to express a love, but after a long time of recollection, her father had no gray hair at all, and his ancestral heritage was dense, as young as thirty or forty years old, known as Beijing Jinchengwu.

Okay, this one is broken.

Cheng Zhanxi drove Yu Qingtang home together. On the way, Yu Qingtang said that he wanted to learn to drive.

Cheng Zhanxi wanted to drive and said, "I'll drive tonight, and I'll drive when I go back."

Yu Qingtang laughed, turned the steering wheel, and said, "I'm talking about the car."

Cheng Zhanxi was not without disappointment, so he cheered up and said, "Go back and find a way with fewer people. I'll take you to practice driving. It's very simple."

Yu Qingtang has had his driver's license for several years, but he has never been on the road. Originally, she thought it was nothing. Anyway, she lived a secluded life, and usually had no need to drive. Now with Cheng Zhanxi, her world has become bigger. Although Sicheng is not big, its geographical location is excellent. There are many cities worth playing around. You can go to many places on a self-driving tour on Saturdays and Sundays. It would be too tiring to let Cheng Zhanxi drive alone. Occasionally Cheng Zhanxi goes out to socialize, and she can also drive to pick her up.

Yu Qingtang quietly planned a lot of their futures, but didn't tell Cheng Zhanxi for the time being.

As for the kind of car Cheng Zhanxi wants to drive, he can also drive it soon.

The most important thing right now is that Sicheng No. 1 Middle School has started.

Military training started a few days before the new year of high school. The campus playground of No. 1 Middle School was filled with freshmen in green camouflage uniforms. The eyes of the tortured youthful faces were dyed with curiosity and innocence. After a year of tempering, the second-year high school students are welcome to be divided into classes. The classification system of No. 1 Middle School is that all students except the experimental class are divided according to their grades, and all the other students are randomly disrupted and reorganized into new classes.

Yu Qingtang served as the head teacher of the second grade (5) class of the science class. The first middle school did not change the class card, and the second grade students were still in the same teaching building as the first grade. Yu Qingtang had already walked to the door of the second grade (7) class, and just wanted to step into the door. , Seeing the unfamiliar face inside, he suddenly regained his senses, turned and walked back to the fifth class.

Yu Qingtang turned around the diamond ring on her ring finger, and suddenly had the urge to hide it—if the boys from the seventh class saw it, they would definitely make fun of her.

Yu Qingtang just raised a smile, but the next second was knocked back by a thought.

There are no more students from Class 7 there.

Yu Qingtang stood at the door for two seconds and walked in.

No. 1 Middle School is a top key high school. After Yu Qingtang's figure appeared at the door, the noisy chatter inside stopped, and everyone sat upright.

Yu Qingtang stood on the podium and first scanned the students below.

There are many science students in Class 7, and Yu Qingtang is also the head teacher of the science department. At first glance, there are a few familiar faces, all of whom are grinning at her.

Xiang Tianyou was there, and a boy of about 1.8 meters was now sitting in the fourth row against the wall, with red lips and white teeth, handsome and conspicuous.

If the head teacher did not come, seats are on a first-come, first-served basis.

And Tong Feifei.

Yu Qingtang counted in his heart: one, two, three, four, five...

Count to eight.

There are eight students in Class Seven, which is not bad.

A very shallow smile appeared in Yu Qingtang's eyes, and then disappeared.

But Li Lan was not there.

Her class representative was not even with Yabing.

The previous class committees were basically broken up.

Xiao Qing and Yu Zhou should have gone to the experimental class.

Yu Qingtang retracted his gaze and introduced himself in a cold voice: "Classmates, I am your head teacher, Yu Qingtang."

She took a piece of chalk from the chalk box and broke it, turned around and wrote her name on the blackboard in neat handwriting.

There was a slight commotion from below.

Yu Qingtang was a first-year high school student in the former high school, and now she is very famous among the second-year high school students. No wonder the new head teacher is so beautiful. She turned out to be Yu Qingtang.

Yu Qingtang turned back, resting on the podium with the base of his palm, holding the chalk between his two fingers, and said quietly, "I know that everyone gathered here from different classes, but since we are sitting in this classroom together, we are a group. Two years, we will spend together, I hope we get along well."

Tong Feifei took the lead in applauding.

Except for the students in Class 7, everyone else was a little confused, but it was always right to follow the applause, and the warm applause sounded.

Yu Qingtang raised her hand and made a downward gesture: "I'll name it, everyone will get acquainted with each other."

"Cui Zhilan."

"arrive!"

"Deng Xianzhang."

"arrive!"

...

"Tong Feifei."

"arrive!"

"Wander to the sky."

"arrive!"

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