There Are Always Teachers Asking Parents

Back|De, is the most secret feeling in Lu Zhiqiao's heart, and he thinks that no one knows. She suddenly regained consciousness, her scalp was numb, she didn't speak, she opened the shoe cabinet sideways, took a pair of slippers and put it down.

An adult knows how to save face. She should cooperate with her actions with a polite smile, just like at the parent meeting that day. But she was bound by the sense of shame, and she couldn't figure out what she was ashamed of.

Qi Yan knew that she was awkward and disapproved, strode into the house to change slippers, and glanced at the floor mat when the door was closed. There was no man's shoes on display.

"You sit down first." Lu Zhiqiao avoided her eyes, turned his head and went into the kitchen.

The rag dripped all the way, from the living room to the kitchen door, the transparent water stains reflected the warm yellow light of the living room.

Qi Yan put the red wine on the table, drew two paper towels, bent over and wiped it along the route of the water droplets, and heard the sound of water flowing and the clash of dishes and chopsticks in the kitchen. She closed her eyes and chuckles, stood up, threw the ball of paper into the trash can, and turned to the balcony.

A few clothes were scattered on the clothes pole, including school uniforms, shirts, socks, and women’s inner|ku.

White, purple, simple style, Qi Yan knows they feel good texture to the touch-they are white that night.

There are no men's clothes.

The layout of the house is three bedrooms and two halls, with a fresh, elegant and warm style. There are many bright and dark storage cabinets. It can be seen that the owner pays more attention to the practical functions of the furniture. Frames of different sizes are hung on the wall, and the light-dark borders of the landscape photos inside are soft and subtle, which is very comfortable to look at.

Qi Yan glanced at the coffee table. There were no ashtrays, lighters, etc., and then went to the toilet to take a look. He didn't see a razor or the like. The toilet lid was closed, and there was no trace of a man's life.

According to preliminary judgment, there is no male owner in this home.

She went back to the living room sofa and sat down, her thin lips pressed tightly, for fear that the sip of joy in her throat would overflow, and the whole person seemed to be supported by a feather, floating lightly in the air.

divorce? Or widowed?

The joy couldn't be concealed, and in the end it still came out from the corners of his eyebrows. Qi Yan secretly sighed that his moral sense was low, but then he thought again, who doesn't have a dark side in his heart? She even fell in love with such a gloomy herself.

The sound of water in the kitchen stopped shortly afterwards. After a moment of silence, Lu Zhiqiao came out. He had already taken off his apron, revealing the shirt with a stand-up collar inside. The button was still buttoned to the top, which was tightly covered.

She made a cup of scented tea, put it in front of Qi Yan, and then sat on the single sofa next to it.

"Are you bringing the children alone?" Qi Yan took a sip of the tea to the face. It was not hot, and unexpectedly felt that it tasted good, so he took a few more sips.

Lu Zhiqiao didn't expect that she would ask this. After a pause, a complicated expression flashed in his eyes, "Yeah."

"Nowadays, widowed childcare is common, and being a mother is very hard." Qi Yan said euphemistically, implying a bit of temptation.

She was holding the cup in both hands, the glass wall was warm, the tea was still steaming, and a plume of smoke rose up, blocking her sight. The person in her eyes seemed to be hazy, and she couldn't see it for a few seconds.

Lu Zhiqiao suddenly raised his eyes to look at her, his eyes chaotic, as if there was something else he wanted to say, his lips squirmed, and he smiled faintly: "The teacher is also very hard. It's not easier to be a mother for one person to take care of the entire class of children."

She opened the door in front of her, and saw her close it again.

Qi Yan was nervous, and realized that the two were not very familiar with each other. There was no need for the other party to explain clearly. If you ask again, you will reveal your mind.

"On this mid-term exam, only Lu Wei failed in math." She smiled and changed the subject.

"However, this situation is very common in the first year of the new year. It takes time to adapt. An exam will not tell you much. Don't put too much pressure on your children."

Her thin lips lifted upwards, and her smile was gentle and pleasant. Although she was talking serious things, her eyes were rolling with less serious emotions.

Lu Zhiqiao secretly wondered how this person knew what he was thinking.

"Um."

"How was her grades in elementary school?"

"Chinese and English are good, but math is not good."

"Can you pass?"

"About seven to eight minutes."

…

Talking about children and grades can only open the chatterbox. She has a more natural look, and even her voice has softened a bit. For the time being, she forgot to be awkward.

Indoors, the lights and shadows are bright, and the warm orange light spills on Lu Zhiqiao's face, from forehead to eyes, to nose, making her skin like cream, smooth and smooth, as beautiful as an oil painting.

Unconsciously, the two chatted until more than nine o'clock.

Qi Yan knew it was time to leave, she got up, Lu Zhiqiao also stood up, escorted her to the door, and said modestly: "Lu Wei is at school, and I have to ask Teacher Qi to take care of her."

"I always treat students equally."

"But—" Qi Yan suddenly grabbed her hand, his slender knuckles were tightly tightened, and he took the person into his arms with a little effort.

"Special care is not impossible."

She breathed in the cold fragrance in her nose, and she smiled low, leaning to Lu Zhiqiao's ear and pecked it lightly, the joy that had been suppressed for a long time spurted out|thinly, dominating her crazy.

Lu Zhiqiao tensed his back and subconsciously grasped the corner of his clothes, only after a while his palm was wet with sweat.

Qi Yan touched her face with the tip of his nose, and muttered: "We are so destined, are we destined, huh?"

Low|The dumb voice is sultry.

The two were next to each other, Lu Zhiqiao's center of gravity was unstable, so he could only half leaning against Qi Yan, no matter what angle he looked at, it seemed like she was taking the initiative. At such a close distance, you can almost see the tiny hairs on her face, and deeper, you can see the shame in her eyes.

Obviously the reaction is strong, but desperately suppressing it, the more so, the more attractive.

She opened her lips slightly, showing an inviting posture, Qi Yan slid her throat, placed one hand on the back of her head, and covered her lips on her own initiative. At first, I grind gently and carefully, slowly and carefully, and then gradually deepen the attack.

Her taste is like an old wine, which has settled down over the years, and has gone through the vicissitudes of life, with a rich aroma.

"Well-"

Lu Zhiqiao responded unconsciously, the impulse in his heart was like a fire, burning more and more vigorously. Obviously knowing that this would not work, but unable to resist, she was overwhelmed by the wave and sucked in by the whirlpool.

But at this moment, Qi Yan pulled away and let go of her.

"..."

The heart fell down quickly, leaving a lot of space, Lu Zhiqiao trembled with thick eyelashes, his eyes revealed embarrassment.

Under the shadow of the lamp, her wet lips are shiny, red from bloodshot, like a ripe fruit, attracting people to pick.

"Rest early." Qi Yan smiled gently.

Lu Zhiqiao also woke up, humming softly, turning aside his face uncomfortably.

The temperature left with the breath, the door opened and closed, and the boiling air returned to tranquility.

After a while, there was a second door closing sound from outside, which was opposite. She was silent on the spot, her mind was blank, as if nothing had happened.

On Monday the next day, Lu Zhiqiao went to work and sent his daughter to school by the way.

When the mother and daughter went down to the parking lot, they saw Qi Yan standing next to a white car from a long distance, looking down at his mobile phone. Next to him was Lu Zhiqiao's black a8. The two cars were next to each other and parked side by side.

The owner of the community had to pay for another parking space. Since he moved in, the place next to it has been empty. Last night, Lu Zhiqiao saw the white car and thought it was someone who parked it randomly.

The surrounding area is empty, and the sound of footsteps is particularly pronounced.

Lu Zhiqiao carried the bag in one hand and the car key in the other. He stepped on his high heels firmly and forcefully. Before he could approach, the man raised his head when he heard the sound. He was obviously surprised to see them, "It's such a coincidence."

"Good morning Teacher Qi." Lu Wei shouted obediently.

"Morning." Qi Yan smiled and looked up at Lu Zhiqiao, "Send the child to school?"

Nude leather jacket with a straight dress inside. It doesn't look so strong and cold, but it looks gentle and generous, elegant and intellectual, quite like a mature woman.

she likes.

Lu Zhiqiao nodded indifferently and twitched at the corner of his mouth.

The situation lingered in her mind last night, and there seemed to be wildfire jumping on her lips, reminding her of what ridiculous things she had done, and now even the politeness feels torment.

"It just so happens that I also go to work and take her there." Qi Yan raised his hand and knocked on his car.

Lu Zhiqiao followed her movement and glanced at the car. It looked low-key and ordinary on the surface, but it was not cheap. The boss of her company also had one.

Obviously, the teacher's salary can't afford it.

She couldn't help being curious, her eyes turned to Qi Yan, intriguing.

Qi Yan thought she was hesitating, and simply took Lu Wei's hand, "The road is jammed, and you will be late after another time." While speaking, he opened the passenger door.

A more terrifying thing than the head teacher living in the right door is to take the head teacher's car to go to school. At least Lu Wei felt this way. She didn't get in the car right away, but looked at her mother hesitantly, and the emotions flowed out of her eyes.

Lu Zhiqiao nodded to his daughter, indicating that he was okay.

Lu Wei: "..."

The little girl accepted her fate and got into the car.

"Then trouble Teacher Qi." Lu Zhiqiao said politely, not wanting to say anything, as he was about to go around and open the door of his car, suddenly his hand was caught.

She throbbed in her chest and shivered slightly.

"No trouble." Qi Yan shook her hand vigorously, half-length leaned over, lowered his voice, "You are so sensitive."