After Escaping Marriage [GL]

Yu Qingtang's body stiffened imperceptibly, pursed her lips uncomfortably, and turned her head slightly.

Cheng Zhanxi put one hand on the flow table in front of her, almost encircling her in his arms, her face was touching Yu Qingtang's cold and smooth cheek, Yu Qingtang involuntarily trembled slightly, holding her breath. breathe.

"It's this key, just press it." Cheng Zhanxi's chin almost rested on her shoulder, she said softly if she wanted to not touch it.

Yu Qingtang was stunned for a moment, and when he heard a chuckle next to his ear, he slowly pressed the switch he had found earlier.

The dishwasher starts working.

The mass of heat behind him also moved away, pulled away to a safe distance, and a trace of loss welled up in Yu Qingtang's heart.

Cheng Zhanxi sent her back to 2101, and Yu Qingtang wanted to take a nap.

"Mr. Yu, good afternoon."

"good afternoon."

Cheng Zhanxi watched with a smile as she slowly closed the door, but Yu Qingtang suddenly stopped halfway through the door, glanced at her, and then continued to close the door.

There was no complicated content in that glance, just a simple glance at her.

I watched it because I wanted to see it.

Cheng Zhanxi's smile deepened, his red lips opened and closed, and he said again, "Good afternoon." Baby.

Yu Qingtang replied softly, "Good afternoon."

2101's door is fully closed.

Yu Qingtang looked at her from the cat's eyes, Cheng Zhanxi didn't leave at the door, his hands were behind his back, and his eyebrows were bent in the direction of the cat's eyes, as if he knew that there was a line of sight watching her.

Yu Qingtang's heartbeat suddenly missed half a beat, and he quickly covered the cat's eye with a snap.

With her back against the door, her heart was beating like a drum, but the corners of her mouth couldn't help raising a slight arc, and she bit her lower lip.

After a while, Yu Qingtang exhaled slowly, turned around and peeked through the cat's eye again.

There was no one in the corridor, and Cheng Zhanxi had already left.

Yu Qingtang quietly looked at the empty corridor for a while before slowly returning to the room.

Yu Qingtang's sleep quality is not good, but she has no clutter in her heart, and it is generally not difficult to fall asleep, but she did not fall asleep for a long time at noon today. As soon as she closed her eyes, it was the scene at Cheng Zhanxi's house. She made the little wontons by herself, she sat opposite to drink porridge, the intimate distance in the kitchen, and from time to time, she recalled the blending of last night's breath, and her fair and delicate fingertips ran across her. Her skin, layers of waves rushed towards her.

Yu Qingtang took a deep breath and opened his eyes.

There was a hazy halo in the bedroom in the afternoon, and the familiar ceiling was also hazy, shaking slightly in the illusion of vision.

"Mr. Yu."

Yu Qingtang seemed to hear Cheng Zhanxi's voice, with a soft smile, like the warm wind blowing on her cheeks when the sea migrated thousands of miles, she couldn't help lingering.

Yu Qingtang pulled up the quilt and closed her eyes forcefully.

***

Half past one noon.

The two met at the elevator entrance.

Yu Qingtang's pale complexion worsened, covering her lips with her hands and yawning, looking like she was in a bad mood.

"Mr. Yu hasn't had a good rest?" Cheng Zhanxi pressed the elevator button and asked with concern.

Yu Qingtang hummed, unable to hold back her long yawn again, crystal tears oozing out from the corners of her eyes, her eyelashes were moist, and the moles at the end of her eyes were very moving.

Before she could raise her hand, the corners of her eyes were gently pressed by the pulp of her thumb, and her movements gently wiped away the tears.

Cheng Zhanxi put down his hand, and rubbed the back of his finger over the tear mole, intentionally or unintentionally.

...that's what she looked like when she cried.

Cheng Zhanxi's eyes darkened and he retracted his gaze.

Yu Qingtang's tense body relaxed after her hand left, and her fingertips pinched the aching eyebrows.

As soon as she pinched it twice, she looked at Cheng Zhanxi out of the corner of her eye, for fear that she would do it again, Cheng Zhanxi just stood quietly, staring directly at the rising elevator numbers in front of her.

Ding--

The elevator door opened in front of him.

The two went in one after another. Yu Qingtang didn't wake up and doze, her feet were fluttering, and she walked a little unsteadily. Cheng Zhanxi naturally supported her back from behind to prevent her from accidentally falling.

The high temperature in his palm can be clearly felt even through two layers of clothes, Yu Qingtang stagnates for half a second before continuing to walk forward.

Yu Qingtang stood still and whispered, "Thank you."

Cheng Zhanxi smiled and said, "You're welcome."

She reached out and pressed the 1st floor.

Yu Qingtang's eyes swept lightly over her well-kneaded fingers, not knowing where her thoughts extended, the annoyance in her expression flashed, and she lowered her eyes to look at the luminous ground of the elevator.

"Miss Yu, Miss Cheng." The lady on duty at the front desk greeted the two who walked side by side.

Yu Qingtang nodded, neither cold nor hot, and walked slowly.

Cheng Zhanxi stopped, put his hand on his heart, bowed slightly, and said with a smile, "Good afternoon."

The lady at the front desk laughed so hard that she couldn't see her eyes.

Yu Qingtang quickened his pace.

Cheng Zhanxi put down his hand and followed.

Yu Qingtang didn't speak on the way. On the one hand, she didn't sleep well in the afternoon, she was mentally exhausted, and had no desire to speak. On the other hand, she didn't know what to say. Fortunately, Cheng Zhanxi accompanied her all the way and did not take the initiative to raise the topic. To chat with her.

She is someone who will take the lead in taking care of each other's feelings at any time.

What Yu Qingtang didn't realize was that she was paying more and more attention to Cheng Zhanxi, and paying attention to her habitually had almost become instinct.

A bad nap is better than no nap. Yu Qingtang's body is limp, unable to lift her strength, her feet are like lead filled with lead, and she comes out of the house in the sun at the highest point of the day. Now she just wants to go back to the office early to rest and close her eyes. God for a while, deal with the work in the afternoon.

She walked faster and faster, without squinting, suddenly a hand wrapped around her waist, hugged her whole body, and her back also touched a ball of softness.

A car whizzed past her.

Cheng Zhanxi had lingering fears when he looked at Che Ying who was far away, and then Wuming became angry. He was about to bow his head to "educate" a "child" who was walking without looking at the road, but saw Yu Qingtang staring indifferently into the distance, as if he was on the danger line just now. It wasn't her who walked away.

Cheng Zhanxi swallowed the reprimand and reminded warmly, "Be careful."

Yu Qingtang's numb expression gradually faded, and he regained a little anger, and hummed in a low voice.

For the next journey, Zhanxi kept holding her hand, and Yu Qingtang was half a step behind her, so it was not like a couple, but an adult holding a very small child in the family.

After entering the school gate, Cheng Zhanxi wanted to let go, but seeing that Yu Qingtang didn't respond, she kept holding it, adjusting her breathing and mood, lest the palms of her hands sweat too much for Yu Qingtang to react.

At 1:50, it was the time when the school was noisy and people came and went.

The two of them looked outstanding, and they walked hand in hand on the campus, attracting a lot of attention.

Li Lan parked the bicycle and walked over from the shade of the trees on the other side of the road. Seeing this scene from a distance, his eyes widened.

At the entrance of the stairs going upstairs, Cheng Zhanxi had to let go, Yu Qingtang took his hand back calmly, put it in his pocket, and took the lead to lift his foot upstairs.

Cheng Zhanxi thought for two seconds on the spot, his expression flashed puzzled, he frowned slightly, and went up.

Cheng Zhanxi had a rich experience in the lunch break at school, so he took the initiative to lend his U-shaped pillow to Yu Qingtang. Yu Qingtang wore it around his neck, leaned in the office chair, closed his eyes, and relieved the soreness of his temples.

She frowned uncomfortably.

Cheng Zhanxi sat in his seat, brows furrowed and worried. It was not until Yu Qingtang's expression gradually calmed down that she stretched her brows and showed a faint smile.

Yang Li looked up to see it, smiled and lowered her head.

Yu Qingtang thought she was just squinting for a while, but she didn't expect that it was the end bell of the first class that woke her up. : "Is Teacher Yu feeling better?"

"Much better." Yu Qingtang took off the U-shaped pillow, walked over and returned it to her, "Thank you, Teacher Cheng."

Cheng Zhanxi waved to her from behind the table: "Come."

Yu Qingtang was inexplicable and went over obediently.

Cheng Zhanxi got up and let her sit in the chair. She stood behind the chair herself, put both hands on Yu Qingtang's shoulders, and said softly, "I'll squeeze it for you."

Just as Yu Qingtang said "no", Cheng Zhanxi had already exerted his strength skillfully, rubbing her shoulder and neck acupoints.

The first second was pain, and then it was indescribably sour, which swept through all the cells in her body in an instant, making her almost uncontrollably let out a comfortable moan.

Yu Qingtang moved his lips and silently swallowed the "used" after the word "no".

Yu Qingtang relaxed involuntarily, then half-closed his eyelids, feeling Cheng Zhanxi's acupoint massage that was no worse than the bed.

Ge Jing came in after class, staggered by the oncoming dog food, put the book on the desk by the door, and whispered to Yang Li.

Ge Jing: "Mr. Yang, did I miss any plot?"

Yang Li looked like someone who had come over, and waved her hand at will: "Oh, young people are like this, and they will be in full swing if they don't look at it for a while."

Ge Jing, who has been single for 30 years, asked curiously, "Is it the same when you were in love?"

Yang Li blushed and changed the subject: "Cough, I haven't finished changing my papers."

Ge Jing sat in the seat, bathed in the breath of love every day, and couldn't help but feel a little yearning. She looked at the office and saw that there were no young men who were ready for marriage. The minimum were all married male teachers over forty years old, and the young women Teacher Cheng and Teacher Yu had no hope. Teacher Wen, who sees the dragon but does not see the end? Mrs. Wen's heart goes to Mingyue, but she can't see her ditch, and she heard from Mrs. Yang that Mrs. Wen will continue to go back to study and will not stay at school for a long time, which is inappropriate.

Looking further afield, the other offices...

Ge Jing suddenly looked towards the corridor outside the door, her eyes lit up.

A young male teacher lingers at the door.

The standard science and engineering male teacher dress, striped plaid shirt, shirt tucked into the waistband, dark jeans, leather shoes.

Tall and thin, with fair skin.

Could it be that God heard her prayers and sent her a handsome guy?

The handsome guy looks quite young, twenty-five or six years old, and looks a little familiar.

Ge Jing sat up straight.

The young male teacher looked in, just in time to meet Ge Jing, who was watching him at the door.

He said, "Hello, Mr. Ge."

Cupid's arrow shot at Ge Jing.

Ge Jing smiled and said dignifiedly, "Hello, do you know me?"

The male teacher looked a little embarrassed and said, "We are all in the biology group."

Ge Jing was also embarrassed, and oh oh, she said twice.

The male teacher asked politely, "Excuse me, Cheng, Zhan, Xi, is Teacher Cheng in this office?"

The inner corner was dimly lit. Cheng Zhanxi lowered his head to talk to Yu Qingtang, which was just blocked. He turned around twice and couldn't see clearly. He asked several teachers before he asked Cheng Zhanxi's office. Since the last mid-term invigilator met in the examination team, he had a good impression of Cheng Zhanxi.

Cupid's arrow missed, Ge Jing put away the slightest thoughts of wanting to develop something, and asked seriously, "Are you looking for Teacher Cheng?"

The male teacher hesitated: "...No."

Ge Jing's eyes flashed for a moment, she glanced in, raised her eyebrows and said, "Why don't you call her yourself?"

The male teacher hesitated for a moment and said, "No need, I'll come again next time." He looked inside the door again and left reluctantly.

Ge Jing looked at the back of the other party's departure, and turned from the biology group to the new teacher who joined this semester, named Lu Yubin. There are pictures in the circle of friends, and she looks okay, but far worse than Yu Qingtang.

Teacher Cheng is a family man.

Ge Jing locked the phone screen.

Yang Li got closer to the door and asked, "Who is Mr. Ge talking to?"

Ge Jing said, "A passerby."

Yang Li said, "Okay."

As for Cheng Zhanxi, Yu Qingtang was full of eyes, and he didn't pay attention to what happened outside.

Yu Qingtang was squeezed into a ball of hydration in the chair by her, hurriedly slipped out of her hands, straightened up and said, "Okay, thank you, Teacher Cheng."

She was about to leave when Cheng Zhanxi sat down, patted his shoulder, leaned back lazily, a smile on his lips, and said, "Reciprocity, leave me alone when you're comfortable? I want too."

Yu Qingtang: "..."

Ge Jing, who was caught off guard by the exhaust fumes, said, "!!!"

Did she suddenly get on the high speed just now? !

Ge Jing hurriedly winked at Yang Li, Yang Li looked like she was not surprised, and pressed her palm down to signal her to calm down.

Ge Jing tutted in her heart.

How many trains did the two teachers Cheng Yu drive in the office without her knowing?

Yu Qingtang hesitated, and then put his hand on Cheng Zhanxi's shoulder. At this moment, the class bell rang, Cheng Zhanxi stood up and said, "I'm going to class." When passing by Yu Qingtang, she raised her hand, her fingertips fell intimately on Yu Qingtang's small ear, and gently caressed Touching her, she leaned closer to her ear and said in a low voice, "Save it for next time."

Yu Qingtang's skin was sensitive, and her fair ears were instantly flushed by rubbing, and her earlobes were red and bloody.

Cheng Zhanxi's eyes darkened, and he resisted the urge to lean over to kiss her. She moved her fingers back and smoothly passed her five fingers through her long black and cold hair, and left the office with the fragrance of her hair.

Yu Qingtang was left alone, with one ear on fire.

***

Seven classes of physical education.

Free time.

Cheng Zhanxi is surrounded by a circle of girls, which is more spectacular than every time before, and all the eyes that look at her are shining.

Cheng Zhanxi: "?"

She smiled and said, "What's the matter?"

She still didn't know that "Mr. Cheng and Teacher Yu are holding hands and are suspected of falling in love" that the explosive news had spread from Li Lan's mouth to the whole class.

Li Lan is the squad leader. To maintain a calm personality, she looks at Lian Yabing, the representative, who is cowardly and very cowardly, and gives Tong Feifei a wink.

Tong Feifei was not afraid, she gritted her teeth and closed her eyes, and asked, "Mr. Cheng, did you come to school with Mr. Yu at noon?"

Cheng Zhanxi said silently, but he kept saying, "We both come to school together at noon every day."

Lian Yabing said silently, closed her eyes and fell into Li Lan's arms peacefully. Li Lan put her on his lap and touched her dog's head.

Cheng Zhanxi added: "We are neighbors and live opposite each other."

Tong Feifei: "Someone saw you holding hands at school." In order to protect the reputation of the monitor, she chose to obscure the parties.

Cheng Zhanxi touched his chin and was a little surprised: "Is this also seen by you?"

She held her once today. Are these children all clairvoyant microscopes?

Tong Feifei glanced at Li Lan cryptically, thought for a while, and said eloquently: "If you want people to not know, you must do it yourself."

The expression of the representative of the Chinese class next to him split on the spot, and he couldn't help but interrupted: "Student Tong Feifei, stop using common sayings, I'm really begging!"

Cheng Zhanxi and his classmates together hahahaha.

Ha finished.

Tong Feifei asked, "Are you two in a relationship?" She said before Cheng Zhanxi said, "I know you want to talk about adults and children, don't gossip, we are just curious, it doesn't matter if you don't."

Cheng Zhanxi smiled smoothly and said, "Thank you for your thoughtfulness, then I won't talk about it."

Tong Feifei: "..." Others: "..."

Is it too late for Tong Feifei to swallow what she said now?

In fact, it's not that Cheng Zhanxi is determined not to say it, but that she has no status for the time being. When she becomes Yu Qingtang's girlfriend in the future, how can she have any reason to hide it? Not only did she have to say it, but she also wanted everyone in the school to know about it, so that no one would covet Yu Qingtang.

Cheng Zhanxi fooled this question and asked Tong Feifei, who looked frustrated, "Did Teacher Yu tell you about face blindness at the Friday class meeting?"

Tong Feifei regained her energy, nodded and said, "I said it."

At this time, Lian Yabing's inquiring voice came from the crowd: "Did Mr. Cheng already know that Mr. Yu is blind?"

Cheng Zhanxi caught the direction of the voice, but didn't turn his head, and answered directly, "A little earlier than you."

Lian Yabing was so dazzled that she fell straight down.

Cheng Zhanxi asked, "What about after she finishes speaking?"

Tong Feifei reported to her in great detail, saying that when Yu Qingtang was crying because of the girls below, and explained on the podium that she was prosopagnosia and not cancer, Cheng Zhanxi almost burst into tears.

So cute!

She couldn't wait to rush back to the office immediately and rub it a few times in her arms.

During the second class break, Yu Qingtang had been absent-minded since the bell rang, and his eyes drifted in the direction of the door from time to time.

One teacher after another came in, and one student after another came in after reporting.

Suddenly, Yu Qingtang tightened his fingers on the pen, and hurriedly pretended to prepare lessons seriously, looking down at the instructor.

Cheng Zhanxi's footsteps are getting closer and closer, and one hand is habitually propped on the table in her lowered vision, slender and white.

Yu Qingtang's heart beat slightly, she raised her head, looked at Cheng Zhanxi politely, and said lightly, "Mr. Cheng."

Cheng Zhanxi bent down and squatted down, put two elbows on her table, kept her eye level, tilted his head, and looked at her without blinking.

It was getting harder and harder for Yu Qingtang to maintain a constant expression in front of her, and she barely asked in a calm tone, "What's wrong?"

Cheng Zhanxi looked at her teasingly for a while, then straightened up and said, "It's nothing, I just heard something." There was a hint of playfulness in her smile, "It's very interesting."

Yu Qingtang didn't say a word, and when she said the following "interesting thing", Cheng Zhanxi didn't want to explain it to her, and walked back to her seat with a smirk.

Yu Qingtang: "..."

fine.

She used a pen to draw a meaningless straight line on the blank manuscript paper beside her.

The official bell of the third class rang, Cheng Zhanxi locked the drawer, walked to Yu Qingtang's desk, bent her knuckles and knocked on her desk, Yu Qingtang deliberately raised her head two seconds later with a light expression.

Cheng Zhanxi: "Mr. Yu, I'll go home first."

Yu Qingtang's eyes expressed doubts.

Cheng Zhanxi said, "I asked a worker to install a hanging chair."

Yu Qingtang nodded.

Cheng Zhanxi stuck out his tentative feet: "Would you like to eat at my house at night? I'll drop by the supermarket to buy vegetables."

Yu Qingtang politely declined: "No, I'll have something to eat on the way to get off work."

Cheng Zhanxi raised his eyebrows unsurprisingly, and said with a smile, "Okay, see you later."

"see you later."

Cheng Zhanxi stretched out his fingers, teased her chin, gave her a gentle smile when he retracted his hand, and left the office.

Yu Qingtang did not recover until her back disappeared.

...

The door of 2102 was useless. As soon as Yu Qingtang got out of the elevator, he smelled the aroma of the food on the opposite side, which filled the entire corridor.

Braised pork, fried shrimp, stewed chicken soup, roasted eggplant...

Yu Qingtang was fortunate that he had deliberately eaten his dinner very full, and now he was only slowed down when he smelled the fragrance, instead of going in next door when he smelled it. After the "baptism" of the small wontons in bone broth, Yu Qingtang's resistance to Chef Cheng's craftsmanship plummeted. There is no free lunch in the world, but there are chefs who provide free three meals a day. Every day, the fragrance pierces the nose. Who can hold on to it?

Yu Qingtang thought again, why did she cook so many dishes by herself? Are you done eating?

Another voice came out of my heart, and said coldly: If you can't finish eating, do you want to go in and help her eat?

Yu Qingtang shook his head and walked quickly towards the door of 2101.

Thanks to her dazed time in the corridor, Cheng Zhanxi, who came out late, was caught in time.

"Mr. Yu." A surprised voice sounded from behind.

Yu Qingtang turned back and said in a low voice in advance, "I've eaten, and I'm very full."

Cheng Zhanxi said, "I know, I asked you to come in to see the newly-installed hanging chair." She couldn't help holding Yu Qingtang's hand and took her into the house.

Once born, twice cooked, three times...

Yu Qingtang didn't know what to say, but by the time she reacted, she had changed into her slippers and stood in front of the pink hanging chair.

Yu Qingtang: "..."

She was deeply worried: if it goes on like this, she will not go to the wrong door next time when she goes home, right?

Cheng Zhanxi rushed to the hanging chair and raised his chin, and said, "Try it?"

Yu Qingtang looked at the hanging chair in front of her. She didn't expect that Cheng Zhanxi's personality would like pink, and she was a romantic princess pink, decorated with white feathers, white and pink, um... The fancy style suits her very well.

The hanging chair is large and can accommodate two people. The cushions on it look very soft. When people lie on it, the hanging chair shakes gently. Just imagining it is very comfortable.

Yu Qingtang used to sit on a swing when he was studying in a special education school. It was an ordinary kind of swing, and both hands had to hold the hanging chain tightly, otherwise he would worry about falling. Before and after she never played again. Although those quiet and silent years were short, it was the only thing she missed in her student days.

"I want to wash my hands." Yu Qingtang pursed her lips and looked at Cheng Zhanxi.

Cheng Zhanxi: "Come with me."

There are two bathrooms in this house. Cheng Zhanxi really wanted to lie that the faucet outside was broken, and lead her directly into the bedroom, but the reason was too lame, maybe it would backfire, not to mention that there was a third option in the kitchen, so I had to be honest Take her to the bathroom outside.

Aromatherapy is carefully placed in the bathroom, and there is no smell at all.

Cheng Zhanxi turned on the faucet for her, waited for the hot water to come out, adjusted the water temperature to a slightly higher temperature than before, pointed to the position of the hand sanitizer, and retreated to the door to wait for her.

The hand sanitizer foamed, Yu Qingtang carefully rinsed his fingers in warm water, washed and wiped his hands, the aroma floating in the air was rose-smelling.

Yu Qingtang was about to wonder what kind of family could raise a special person like Cheng Zhanxi.

She took a deep look at Cheng Zhanxi, who had her back to her at the door.

Cheng Zhanxi noticed it, turned around and asked her, "Have you washed it?"

Yu Qingtang hummed.

Cheng Zhanxi took her to the hanging chair and said softly, "Sit down."

Yu Qingtang sat up on the edge of the hanging chair, Cheng Zhanxi raised the handle, and when Yu Qingtang sat firmly, with a small push, the hanging chair shook gently.

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small theater:

Later, Cheng Zhanxi took Yu Qingtang to the hanging chair and said softly, "Do you want to do it?"

Yu Qingtang blushed and whispered, "En."

...

After a while, the hanging chair swayed gently.