There Are Always Teachers Asking Parents

Concerned about having a child in the car, Qi Yan didn't get too close, and gave Lu Zhiqiao a bit of face, and only breathed a sigh on her shoulder. The lengthy warmth spread to the ears, and the legs suddenly became weak.

Unwilling to respond to the struggle, she took the initiative to let go, turned and got into the driver's seat.

Lu Zhiqiao froze, seeing the window slowly lowering, and the person inside poked his head out, "You are black, I am white, you are very good."

"..."

The window went up again. After a while, the white car left first. Lu Zhiqiao looked at the exit of the parking lot with only a ray of car exhaust in his sight.

It only takes five minutes to drive from the community to the school, but because there are too many red lights on the road, it is a bit blocked. It is Monday again, so you have to set aside at least ten minutes when you are full.

Qi Yan ran into a red light at the first intersection.

In the rearview mirror, a black a8 slowly stopped behind. She pursed her lips and chuckled, then turned her head and glanced at the **** the right, "Lu Wei."

The little girl sat neatly, her nerves extremely tense, she immediately turned her head when she heard the teacher shout, her eyes widened.

Her facial features are only slightly like her mother's eyes, but her bones are very good, her skin is white, and she is a beauty. Because there are too many students, Qi Yan usually doesn't pay much attention to her. In the vague impression, the child is more introverted and quiet, that's all.

"Does your mother usually send you to school?"

"No, I take the subway myself."

"Daddy won't send it?"

Twenty seconds before the red light, people and car whistle sounded one after another outside the window. Qi Yan squeezed the steering wheel with one hand and pressed the right window with the other. The noise was isolated. From the corner of her eye, she saw the girl with her head down. Did not answer for a long time.

Last night, she did not ask directly, and Lu Zhiqiao did not answer directly. Some things involved principles, she was still worried, and she had to figure it out before starting.

Children nowadays are shrewd and ask too straightforwardly. It is inevitable that they will be suspicious of their intentions. But judging by the child's reaction, she might be right.

At the last second, Lu Wei whispered: "Dad is dead."

The green light is on.

Qi Yan's hands were all sweaty, and he slipped a bit, almost hanging on the wrong gear.

"Feel sorry."

She said in her mouth, she didn't apologize in her heart, even a little bit of joy, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but **** up.

At 8:50, Lu Zhiqiao stepped into the company building.

The entire building belongs to the New Taipei Group, the Jiangcheng cbd center, which is located in a golden area, and is mainly engaged in the research and development of smart hardware and electronic products. Lu Zhiqiao is a local. He worked here just after graduating from university.

"Director Lu."

"Hello, Director Lu."

"Director Lu is early."

"..."

Up to the marketing department, there were staff all the way, Lu Zhiqiao nodded and smiled lightly and strode into the office.

The shutters were pulled up, the sun leaning in from outside, it was very bright, and the tea was brewed on the table, still steaming. Assistant Xiao Wan was using the landline to call in. Seeing her come in, he said a few words to hang up.

"Director, Mr. Shu wants you to go up."

Lu Zhiqiao was taken aback, nodded, put the bag on the table, "I see."

Marketing is a large department, subdivided into sales department, marketing department, and public relations department. She manages the three departments by herself. She is busy every day, and the leader calls her cell phone directly when she has things, so she won't be so awkward.

While weighing it in her heart, she took the elevator up to the twenty-ninth floor, knocked on the door of the general manager's office, and went in.

"President Shu."

A middle-aged woman was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window talking on the phone, turned around and saw Lu Zhiqiao, smiled, and motioned her to sit.

General Manager, Shu Minxi.

Lu Zhiqiao rarely hooked his mouth, sat on the chair opposite the desk, and waited patiently.

She speaks fluent Japanese, and she speaks of business affairs. Although she can't understand it, she can guess that it is a work call.

After a while, Shu Minxi hung up the phone, bypassed the desk and sat down, and said straightforwardly: "The delegation from Teicheng Co., Ltd. will come next Thursday. I need to personally receive it, but it ran into the time of the exhibition, so the exhibition You have to work hard over there for me to run for me."

At the beginning of November every year, there is a large-scale international trade show in City G. Exhibitors will have face-to-face communication with customers from all over the world. The company has always attached great importance to this area. In the past, the vice president led the exhibition, but the vice president resigned in the first half of the year. The board of directors never appointed a new candidate, and this naturally fell on Shu Minxi.

But she manages everything and is very busy, and she has to leave everything to her trusted subordinates.

The exhibition is a sweet pastry, the company executives stared red, whoever can take over, it can almost be said that half of the **** sits in the position of vice president.

Lu Zhiqiao knew the twists and turns, but he didn't expect that Shu Minxi would hand over the task to her so simply. For a while, he felt it was not that simple.

"Why, can't the schedule come?" Seeing that she didn't respond, Shu Minxi frowned slightly.

Indeed, it happened suddenly and hurriedly.

"If you can't spare any time, you can only choose someone else." This was a pity, and there was a hint.

Lu Zhiqiao hesitated for a moment and said, "I'm free."

Originally, she promised her daughter to go to a barbecue together next weekend, but now it seems to be soaking up the soup. The exhibition lasts for two or three days, and it is another week of work when she comes back. Let alone go out to play, and even have no rest.

However, she has no reason not to have a great potential promotion opportunity. As for why Xiang饽饽 gave her, she can vaguely guess seven or eight points.

Shu Minxi breathed a sigh of relief, overlapped her fingers, and smiled: "I will send the exhibition information and exhibition planning to your mailbox in a while. You have been there before. You can watch and adjust by yourself."

"Um."

"Okay, go ahead."

Lu Zhiqiao got up, walked to the door and stopped.

"President Shu."

"Um?"

She turned her head and asked, "Is President Aoki's daughter also in the delegation?"

Su Minxi was startled, her eyes dimmed quickly, and she turned her face to the side without answering.

Lu Zhiqiao didn't ask any more questions, opened the door and left.

After receiving the task of the exhibition, time was tight and overtime was indispensable. Lu Zhiqiao called her daughter in advance to let her eat by herself in the evening, and then she was busy until more than eight o'clock before leaving the office building.

The evening peak has passed, and the road is not blocked. Fifteen minutes later, the car drove into the underground garage of the community.

Lu Zhiqiao parked the car, and just opened the door, a white car drove up, the headlights shook twice, and she looked up and saw the car slowly stopped, the garage was pulled over in one go, and it steadily stopped next to it.

See you when you really look up.

"Get off work so late?" With the car window open, Qi Yan poked his head out and smiled at her.

Lu Zhiqiao closed the door and unlocked, and walked a few steps forward, "So are you."

In my impression, as long as the junior high school teacher does not bring the graduating class, the working hours are basically from 8 to 5, which is very regular, and it is not until now. She couldn't think of what to answer, so she didn't want to say more, so she agreed.

"Accompany us in the vice book|Remember to eat until now." Qi Yan said helplessly, closed the window and got out of the car and locked the door. "Let's go and go up together."

Lu Zhiqiao frowned slightly, without saying a word, the two walked side by side to the elevator.

Supplement|Remember, it sounds like a greasy middle-aged man with a big belly in his 40s or 50s. She doesn't know the leadership level of the school, but feels uncomfortable inexplicably.

When the elevator door opened, she stepped forward first.

Qi Yan went in, pressed the ninth floor, and suddenly said, "Female."

Lu Zhiqiao was stunned and did not speak.

The elevator rose slowly, and there was silence in the small space. The two were half a distance apart, not far or near, and the air suddenly became a bit hot and dull.

The tip of the nose is lingering with the familiar fragrance, which I still smelled at the bar that night, like cold citrus, but also like heavy sandalwood, cold and cold. Qi Yan doesn't often spray perfume, but she knows a little bit. She has a very picky nose. Women who spray street fragrance are all tacky, but this person is different.

"What perfume do you use?"

Lu Zhiqiao glanced at her and suddenly said, "Artemis."

"Moon God?"

"Also the goddess of hunting."

After speaking, the elevator stopped on the ninth floor and the door slowly opened.

Lu Zhiqiao took the lead to go out, Qi Yan followed behind, staring at her shoulders with scorching|hot eyes, "Wait a minute."

The man paused and turned half of his body.

"Last time you left something with me." Qi Yan lowered his head and flipped his bag, took out a small earring from it, placed it in his palm, and spread it out towards her.

The brilliance of the diamonds flickered in the shadow of the lamp, bright and dazzling, Lu Zhiqiao suddenly remembered that night, his cheeks suddenly burned, and his temples jumped suddenly.

The smile in Qi Yan's eyes grew stronger, he stepped forward to grab her hand, combed his five fingers, put the ear studs in, and then slowly wrapped it up, leaning into her ear and whispering: "Land on the bed we slept on | ."