Rebirth of the Revenge Queen

His eyes wandered on Yan Leshi's abdomen and Yan principal's face. Zhang Ya could not recover from the shock in front of him for a long time.

"What are you looking at?" Yan Leshi's eyebrows are twisted. Zhang Ya's eyes make her uncomfortable.

“……” Zhang Yazhang opens his mouth but doesn't know what to say.

"Leshi, go back to your room." Yan headmaster looked at Yan Leshi with cold face.

"You command me? What qualifications do you have! I am an independent person! How can you control me! " Yan Leshi is bombarding Yan's headmaster: "how long do you want to control me! I want to go back to France! I don't want to be here! "

"Go back to your room!" "Don't challenge my bottom line," Yan said

“……” Yan Leshi bit his lower lip and shouted, "why don't you die?"

After that, he strode back to the room and slammed the door shut.

The sound of closing the door made Zhang Ya slow down: "she......"

"Come into the study with me." Yan principal's face did not see any expression but the sadness in his eyes was heartbreaking.

"Yes." Zhang YAYING then followed principal Yan into the study.

Just like when he was a child, Zhang Ya sat on the end chair as soon as he entered the study.

"What would you like to drink?" Yan asked.

"I'm not thirsty." Zhang Ya shook his head and lowered his head slightly.

Headmaster Yan has been engaged in education for many years. Although he is witty on the surface, he is still a relatively conservative person in his heart. However, this Yan music poem

Is she an adult?

Zhang Ya didn't know how hard it would be for principal Yan.

Zhang Ya wants to say something and ask something, but she doesn't think it's something she should talk about.

The air is quiet and a little oppressive. Zhang Yajing looks up at principal Yan who is standing in front of the bookshelf. She doesn't feel like it.

She is used to Tu Xiaofei's quarrel, and the hot temper of cheese hotpot.

She is not used to such a quiet atmosphere.

It's not like a home here. It's too cold.

"That's it." Yan principal will take an inkstone out of a brocade box and hand it to Zhang Ya: "you weigh this weight."

"Yes." Zhang Ya took the inkstone and weighed it with both hands: "it's very heavy."

"Yes." "Yan principal nodded and said:" this is relatively rare, whether it is integrity or material is first-class

"Yes." Zhang Ya's fingertips brushed the texture on the inkstone.

The pattern is a common pattern in the Song Dynasty. It is delicate and looks like it has been changed to belong to a large family at that time. It may also be an official family.

The whole body is naturally dark, showing the mystery that can only be left after a long time of precipitation.

"The price is certainly not low." Zhang Ya smiled and handed the inkstone back to principal Yan: "master Lin gave it to you."

"Smart." Yan principal smiled: "last time I saw him, he mentioned you."

"Ha ha, how is he?" Zhang Ya asked.

"That's it when you get old." Yan principal can't help smiling, as if exclaiming something: "people, there will always be an old day, whether you want to admit it or not, you have to face this fact."

"You don't have the time to feel this age." Zhang Ya knows it's probably the dual pressure of career and family, which makes Yan feel so sad now.

"Ah." Principal Yan shook his head, put the inkstone in the brocade box again, sealed the box, principal Yan said, "here you are."

"Give it to me?" Zhang Ya stared at the box without reaching out.

"Yes." Yan, the headmaster, saw that he put the brocade box into Zhang Ya's arms.

"This is too expensive." Zhang Ya blinked and looked at principal Yan for a moment and didn't know what to do.

"Keep it." Yan principal sat down in the chair next to Zhang Ya and lowered his head slightly for a long time before he said, "Leshi is pregnant."

"Yes." Zhang Ya answered.

"Six months." Principal Yan's voice is a little low.

"The father of the child is..." Zhang Ya asked tentatively.

"Her landlord in France." "A married man twenty years older than her," Yan said

“……” Zhang yayizheng seems to have been hit by thunder. The brocade box in his hand almost fell to the ground.

Yan principal reached out to stop the brocade box and pushed it to Zhang Ya's knee.

"Thank you." Zhang Ya guards the brocade box again and turns to see principal Yan.

"I sometimes think that there is probably no more irresponsible father in the world." Yan principal sneered, as a husband, he slapped his wife, indirectly leading to her death.

As a father, two of his own children step by step to the way they are today.

Yan principal's eyes are a little red. He wiped his eyes with his hands. Yan principal smiled and said, "don't mention this. I'm hungry. I think it's almost dinner. Let's go downstairs and have some good food." Yan took a picture of Zhang Ya's back and stood up.

"Yes." Zhang Ya stood up with a cry, held the brocade box and followed Yan out of the study door. She glanced at the closed door not far away. Zhang Ya said, "go down first, I'll call Yan Lecheng."

"He won't come out." Yan principal's eyes darkened again.

"I'll try." Zhang Ya took a sip, and she promised Zhuang ya that she would do it anyway.

“……” Yan opened his mouth and nodded, "OK, try it." Although he has no hope, he always wants Zhang Ya to have a try.

"Please take me downstairs." Zhang Ya hands the brocade box to principal Yan. Anyway, if Yan Le does it and wants to hit her again, the inkstone is innocent after all.

Principal Yan helped the stairs down the stairs. Zhang Ya came to Yan Lecheng's door, raised his hand and hesitated for two or three seconds before knocking.

“……”

Without response, Zhang Ya raised his hand and knocked on the door again.

“……”

Zhang Ya continues to knock at the door. After knocking for about 30 times, there is finally a voice in the door: "go away!"

"Yan Lecheng." Zhang Ya opened his mouth and said, "open the door, and I'll roll away with a few words."

“……” The door was quiet again.

Hearing Zhang Ya's voice, Yan Lecheng, who was lying on his back in bed, was a little confused. Was it his illusion?

"Yan Lecheng!" Zhang Ya thought of Yan's expression before that, and felt both sad and angry.

It's her!

Yan Lecheng got up from the bed and rushed to the door. He put his hand on the door handle and hesitated again.

What kind of face does he have to see her when he does something like that?

"Open the door! Even if you want to be a turtle, don't be tired of other people's pain! Open the door! " Zhang Ya clapped at the door and shouted.

Yan Lecheng put his head on the door and the whole person was shaking.

He missed her and wanted to see her crazy.