My Excellent Female Teacher

I met this rich second generation driver of Mercedes Benz s350l at that cocktail party, and his cousin also talked to me. He has a rich family, and he has a girlfriend of the second generation of government officials. This is a classic model of family development.

I attracted a lot of people's attention when I danced with my cousin at the cocktail party that day, but I know that this rich second generation may not know me, because when I danced with my cousin, he had already left with his girlfriend. In fact, since that cocktail party, I knew that my cousin's identity was not as simple as I thought. In that kind of high-end occasion, everyone showed great respect for my cousin Respect, that's what matters.

When I went to the door with the head teacher, the rich second generation got out of the car. When I saw the head teacher, I called out: sunny.

The voice was very warm. I was a little upset after listening to it. No one recognized me, but after a glance at me, he looked at the head teacher. The head teacher waved to me and let me get on the bus. Then the head teacher got into the co driver's seat and I sat in the back row. Along the way, the head teacher chatted with the rich second generation.

I don't know what's the matter. Listening to their intimate chat, I especially want to get angry. Looking at the head teacher's back, I curse in my heart. It's so cheap to be a junior.

I didn't speak all the way, so I listened to them.

However, I also got some information from their chat. The first is that the rich second generation is going to be upgraded from executive vice president to general manager. The head teacher seems to be very happy after hearing this and said a lot of congratulations. The second message is that the rich second generation's name seems to be Baiyun.

Then they talked about the car. Baiyun asked the head teacher what kind of car she liked. He said that the head teacher's eyes were very hot and that she liked Maserati. Baiyun laughed and didn't speak.

Seeing this, I was secretly happy. Looking at the head teacher, I scolded: thinking that Maserati is not cheap. If you like it, people won't buy it for you. You are not their real girlfriend. It's just a small three. It's good to buy you an Audi A4L or a beetle. I still fantasize about Maserati. Dream about you.

So in the heart scold out, I feel much more relaxed, in the heart of depression, seems to have released.

After we were sent to the first people's Hospital, the head teacher said that he would take me for infusion, that he would take a taxi back to school later, and let the rich second generation leave. Later, the head teacher took me directly to the inpatient building and went to the general surgery department on the seventh floor. She said hello to the director of general surgery department in advance. As soon as we got to the nurse station, the director of general surgery department came out of the doctor's office Now, the director of general surgery is a middle-aged man in his forties. After greeting the head teacher, he asked me to sit down and show me my arms.

After taking apart the gauze and looking at it, he said that the wound did tear, but it didn't matter. He changed the medicine again, and then gave me some liquid. When I got back to school, pay attention. Don't do any strenuous exercise. It won't take long to recover.

After changing the medicine for me, the director of the Department told the nurse to take me to the ward for infusion.

Then the head teacher stood by me to watch my infusion. She told me that I should study hard and so on. She also told me that I was poor in mathematics and English, and that I should choose science.

In fact, if she doesn't say that to me, I will also choose science, because the liberal arts need to recite too much. I hate endorsements and only choose science.

Infusion this just lost the general bar, I urgent urine.

I wanted to hold it, but after dinner in the afternoon, I drank a lot of warm water when I took medicine, and I didn't urinate. Now I've lost so much liquid. I can't hold it, so I told the head teacher that I wanted to urinate.

The head teacher stood up to carry the bottle for me, and then took me to the bathroom.

What's more, after entering the bathroom, I found that the hook hanging the bottle in the bathroom was broken. I had a meeting with the head teacher in the bathroom, but I didn't find the place to hang the bottle.

At this time, the head teacher looked at me and said that you just carry me on your back, I don't look at you.

Listen to the head teacher say so, I am very depressed, but there is no way, no hook, only let the head teacher stand by and carry the bottle, the hand that did not poke the needle, I went to untie the pants, I was wearing jeans, I don't know what happened, today the zipper seems to be stuck, I can't pull it down, and the other hand poked the needle, and I can't work hard, which made me very anxious You know what to do. But the head teacher didn't hear the sound of water for a long time, so she asked me what was wrong. While she asked, she turned her face.

Maybe she saw that my face turned red, so she guessed it. She asked if I couldn't open my pants with one hand. I gave a hum, and my face turned red.

The head teacher took a look at me and handed me the bottle for me to carry.

I am a Leng, conditional reflex to help her hold, and then I saw the head teacher squat down to me, at this moment, my heart suddenly jumped up, even if again silly, I also understand that the head teacher is to help me to untie my pants.

The head teacher took a look at my zipper, frowned and said it was stuck, then her hands helped me get it up.

The head teacher is such a sexy and beautiful woman squatting beside me, and I'm so condescending to look down on it. My brain is in a mess, and the impulse comes with it. It's also a reaction, a direct reaction.The head teacher was explaining to me. She couldn't feel my reaction. She raised her fox face and glared at me. This guy embarrassed me so much that I didn't dare to look at her. However, I couldn't help looking at her with my spare light. I scolded her in my heart. I didn't even blush. I must have seen a lot of it. Shit, it's really open.

After a while, the head teacher finally untied the zipper.

The head teacher stood up and took the bottle in my hand. He glared at me and said, "quick decision, quick decision. Maybe my thought is too complicated. Quick decision, let me think of some aspects. In my heart, I thought that I'm not a quick shooter.".

Next, maybe the head teacher is standing beside me. I can't pee for a long time. I believe everyone has this feeling. When you are too nervous, no matter how urgent you are, you can't pee.

I was so anxious that I almost cried. The teacher in charge of the class couldn't hear the sound of water for a long time, and then turned to scold me. Before she opened her mouth, I quickly explained: Mr. Jiang, I can't pee when you stand next to me.

The head teacher glared at me and said that I didn't look at you. What are you shy about?