Lay Down My Bad Husband

--Mrs. Tang!

Behind the man's eyes a bright color, there seems to be a flash of fire, especially meaningful.

He nodded to the teacher in charge on the platform to show his gratitude. Then he stepped forward to Lin Ziyi.

"Do you mind if I sit here, Mrs. Tang?"

In the man's gentle voice, he is restrained, ambiguous and joyful. He lowers his head and looks at Lin Ziyi for a moment, but the brilliance of his eyes is particularly red / naked.

Lin Ziyi was still silent in the words of the head teacher just now. He was very surprised why the head teacher would call her "Mrs. Tang..." But when "Mrs. Tang..." When the three words come out of the man's mouth again, it is not surprise, but the frenzied heartbeat and boiling blood.

Suddenly he looked up to the direction of the voice. When his eyes suddenly fell into the man's deep eyes, Lin Ziyi felt that all his blood had gathered on his face.

She looked at the man's own figure reflected in his bright ink eyes, and forgot to respond for a moment.

"Mom, Mr. President is talking to you." The little guy couldn't help but feel ready to move. He pulled Lin Ziyi hard.

The man watched Lin Ziyi's appearance for a moment. Under the bright light of the classroom, he even saw all the fine hairs on her red peach like face, which made him suddenly think of Lin Ziyi's panting appearance.

Men's sexy Adam's apple, a little slide, the whole body's blood, have a tendency to dive to a certain point under the body.

"Of course not, Mr. President. Please take a seat." Lin Ziyi returned to his senses and immediately took back his sight. He raised his lips and said with a smile.

Said, will also from the bottom of the chair, toward the small home I let the side move.

"Thank you, Mrs. Tang."

"Mrs. Tang..." Three words, once again from the man's mouth, with unspeakable tenderness and affection, and the voice fell at the same time, he has been sitting at the side of Lin Ziyi.

The man's words, as well as his own breath and temperature, made Lin Ziyi's heart tremble violently.

She spat and turned her face towards her son as naturally as possible. She didn't dare to look at the man around her.

It's no surprise to notice that Lin Ziyi's face is obviously red. After all, Mr. President's appearance and bearing are there. Normal women will blush and their heart beats faster when they see him.

However, all the female parents are envious of Lin Ziyi Why don't they have the foresight to sit in the last row? Such a big pie fell from the sky and fell on Lin Ziyi's head.

After Tang Su sat down beside Lin Ziyi, everyone took back his sight, looked at the direction of the platform, and continued the parents' meeting just now.

The teacher in charge of the class on the platform watched the situation in the last row, and suddenly thought of the signature on the assignment book!

--Tang Su!

The two words in the exercise book, just like the president himself, are so pleasing to the eye that people can't move their eyes at all.

Moreover, she clearly remembers that when she asked Xiaoxi whether his parents would come to the parents' meeting, Xiaoxi's answer was yes.

But now, the so-called "same name and same surname" with the president My father didn't show up, but the real president did.

The most important thing is that Mr. President naturally sat next to Lin Ziyi.

Is it that

The teacher's heart is very excited and he wants to understand everything.

Facing the following three members of the president's family, the teacher in charge of the class had a brilliant smile on his face and didn't dare to be slighted any more. Then he went on with his parents' meeting and said, "just now we mentioned a classmate whose grades and performance were quite good in the class, and the next one I want to praise is Lin Ruixi, who is sitting in the last row! Although Lin Ruixi is the youngest student in our class, his grades are the best in the class. Not only that, Lin Ruixi... "

When the teacher constantly praised the stream, everyone's eyes naturally looked to the last row.

The little guy was uncomfortable when everyone looked at him. He pulled his thin eyebrows and tooted his mouth. He hung his head and muttered in a low voice, "the teacher must have taken the wrong medicine today. I don't know what she said."

Although Lin Ziyi didn't like the feeling of being noticed, she was happy that her son was praised by the teacher. However, seeing the little guy's disapproving expression, she couldn't help coming up and saying, "what? Don't you like being praised by teachers? "

The little guy turned his mouth and said in a voice that only he and Lin Ziyi could hear, "half of what the teacher said is false."

"Will it?" Lin Ziyi was puzzled and subconsciously looked at Tang Su on the other side, while Tang Su on the other side was listening to the teacher's speech seriously. Her lips were lightly pursed, with a smile of great affinity. That smile was Lin Ziyi's most common expression of a president on TV and newspapers.Lin Ziyi picked her eyebrows slightly. Just when she thought that the man didn't pay attention to her and her son at all and wanted to take back her sight, the hand that was hidden under the desk and on her knee was held by a warm, dry palm covered with thin cocoons.

That familiar touch and temperature, through the palm, quickly ran to her heart, let her heartstrings, once again severely tremble, heart lake, with countless throbbing ripples.

That kind of feeling, wonderful but brave enough to make people unable to express, just like when doing that with the beloved man, suddenly being hit by someone.

She quickly took back her sight, hands under the desk, also moved uneasily, want to pull back from the man's big palm, but, not how hard.

Just, she just moved, the palm was heavily pinched twice by the man, that not light not heavy strength, as if to warn her to be a little more calm.

The blush on Lin Ziyi's face, which had faded gradually, became more and more intense under the simple but ambiguous action of men.

Even if no one in front of them looked at them, but behind them, there were still several ministers of the Ministry of education staring at them. Lin Ziyi did not dare to move any more. He could only honestly let Tang Su hold her hand.

What's fatal is that Tang Su didn't just hold her hand. After Lin Ziyi became honest, the tip of his index finger went into the palm of her hand. In the most sensitive position of her palm, he gently drew circles over and over again, or wrote some words. However, at least for now, Lin Ziyi didn't know that he was just drawing circles at will, It's still writing.