There Are Always Teachers Asking Parents

Qi Yan panted low, and sat down unexpectedly, with a thin arm wrapped around his waist, so powerful as to cut her off.

There was a whisper in her ear, she was stunned, and suddenly thought she was hearing a hallucination.

She turned her stiff neck, turned her head, and saw a pair of deep and dark eyes staring at her, her heart beat down, and she looked down at the hand hoop around her waist, thin white, thin, and the back of her hand floating. With a touch of green veins.

At this moment, she finally got over.

It's Lu Zhiqiao.

When he received the news from his daughter that day, Qi Yan couldn't believe it. The first reaction was that Lu Zhiqiao mobilized the relationship to catch up with work, just like the last show. But she quickly denied it. She only told her daughter about her itinerary and told her to keep it secret. She believed that the child would not leak it out.

Besides, she is going to several countries, the plan is one month, and Lu Zhiqiao can't guess when and where she will be.

She believes that it is fate, and the people in the Mingming Center will always come by.

She spent two days playing in Cavill, the capital, without deliberately looking for people. She walked in the streets and alleys, wandering around, taking pictures of local customs, and wanted to see if the two would meet by chance. But after two days, I didn't even see a similar shadow.

Later, she suppressed the impulse, thinking that she was a tourist this time, and it was a pleasant surprise to meet by chance.

So this morning, she drove to the border Tarzan to see the largest baobab forest in Africa and took dozens of photos. As a result, the car broke down on the way back, the surrounding area was deserted, and the mobile phone signal was not good. She vaguely saw that there was a factory building here, so she wanted to come over and find someone to help repair the car.

The factory building looked close, but it was far away. She ran here for half an hour without walking and walking. Then she heard a loud noise and was barely scared to death.

Seeing Lu Zhiqiao from a distance, she thought it was an illusion. As soon as she saw it clearly, she heard the man shouting "Mr. Lu" report the situation. She immediately gave up the idea of ​​finding someone to repair the car and simply took a ride.

Fortunately, I met Jojo, otherwise these people would not take her away.

Jojo said she would not leave her.

Qi Yan's nose was a bit sour and her eyes were filled with moisture. She didn't want to be seen embarrassed by herself, so she turned her face and lowered her eyelids.

There was a loud voice outside, and the black employees rushed out in a panic, but some people ran halfway, shouted a few words, and turned back.

The loud noise suddenly disappeared.

The sky was blue as if it had been washed by water, the sun became hotter and fierce, and the birds fluttered their wings across the treetops, a scene of peace and tranquility, as if nothing had happened.

Mr. Zhang finally came up, he sat down beside Lu Zhiqiao and asked the driver to drive, then turned his head and looked at the strange woman sitting on Lu Zhiqiao’s legs|, and he was dumbfounded for a while: "Mr. Lu..."

"My friend." Lu Zhiqiao said lightly, loosening his arm slightly.

Mr. Zhang nodded quickly, smiled, and said nothing.

The car was driving on the return road, the speed was faster than when it came, and the scenery along the way was still picturesque and beautiful and calm, and no loud noises were heard again. It seemed that everything that had just happened was an illusion.

Everyone's expressions ranged from solemn to flat to indifferent. The colleague who hunched back and grabbed the car seat leaned back, relaxed, and closed his eyes to calm his mind.

Seeing war scenes in the TV news on weekdays, most people can't empathize with them, and they don't realize that kind of fear. Now they are in troubled places, and every move is like a fright. But after all, I didn't see it with my own eyes, holding a fluke mentality, and gradually relaxed his vigilance.

Lu Zhiqiao was leaning against the car window, with an arm around Qi Yan's waist tightly. He could not help but take a few deep breaths when he smelled the sweat on her body. He became more obsessed with him, and then wrapped his other empty arm. Hold her half of her body in her arms.

The touch, temperature, and taste are all extremely real.

She rolled her face out of the window, her eyes wet a few times, and her fingers caught Qi Yan's clothes corner.

Qi Yan's body was slightly stiff, and he lowered his eyes and glanced at the hand that was in front of him, gently grasped and clasped, and his little finger reached into her palm and scratched, as if comforting.

Fingers shrunk and curled tighter, holding on to the little finger, Qi Yan bends the corner of his mouth, glanced sideways, and inadvertently caught a glimpse of Lu Zhiqiao's reddish eyes, his heart shrank, and he squeezed his hands tightly.

She turned her face, grabbed Lu Zhiqiao's hand with care, her upper body swayed slightly due to the driving of the vehicle, and through the thin floral robe cloth, she could clearly feel the soft cotton candy-like existence behind her. She straightened her back and tried to maintain her balance.

It's already hot, but it's getting hotter now.

Big beads of sweat dripped down his cheeks.

Terrible.

The area of ​​Canal is not large, and the city is relatively close to each other. About an hour and a half later, the car drove into the capital Cavill, went straight along the main road, and stopped at the entrance of the branch office.

The border is desolate, but the capital is a prosperous scene, which makes people feel very safe. The accompanying colleagues all have a relaxed expression when they come down. If they are amnesty, they seem to have just experienced a haunted house adventure game.

Mr. Zhang answered the phone and talked about what happened just now.

Lu Zhiqiao took Qi Yan out of the car, his tight knuckles were slightly white, for fear that the person would disappear after the loose.

In front of the building, the Chinese-English bilingual "New Taipei Group" was striking. Qi Yan looked up and glanced, and suddenly realized that there was a branch here, but she did not expect to come around at the time, so she missed the earlier chance encounter in vain.

When the last person in the car got off, she looked around. They were all employees of other companies. Obviously, she still had work to do. She didn't know how to mix herself. So she gently pulled Lu Zhiqiao's hand and whispered, "I'll go back to the hotel first. ."

"hotel?"

"Well, going north from South Africa, just got here two days ago."

Only destined fate can explain such a coincidence.

The two stared at each other. Lu Zhiqiao saw that Qi Yan's face was stained with dust and looked dirty with sweat. He couldn't help but raised his eyebrows and resisted the urge to raise his hand to wipe her off, "No, wait for me to send you. "

An irresistible tone.

Qi Yan narrowed his eyes slightly, hooked the corners of his mouth, and suddenly thought of playing her. However, several people next to him watched, it was inappropriate and had to hold back.

"If you have any situation, please report again, um." After speaking, Mr. Zhang hung up the phone, turned around, glanced over Qi Yan, nodded, then smiled at Lu Zhiqiao and said, "Mr. Lu, let's go up first."

Lu Zhiqiao hummed faintly and walked ahead.

A group of people stepped into the office building and took the elevator to the office.

Mr. Zhang knows how to look at things. Seeing Lu Zhiqiao holding the strange woman's hand tightly all the way, he knows that the relationship is indispensable, and he regrets that he had previously cold-faced and refused to get in the car. So I went to the office to rest, and asked the assistant to pour some water on Qi Yan, and then explain the situation to Lu Zhiqiao.

"Mr. Lu, the border of this country is indeed a bit messy, but it's just a small mess. I want to give the government a point of benefit. It can't reach the level of military war, and it will not come to provoke our Chinese companies. Don't worry, the factory Nothing nearby, the capital is absolutely safe."

Lu Zhiqiao sat on the sofa and looked down at the audit book in his hand. The slender knuckles tapped the leather of the sofa. He heard the sound, lifted his eyelids, and said with a faint smile: "Ms. Zhang still knows the local situation better."

Although she is smiling, the corners of her eyes and brows are full of coldness.

Recalling just now, the people who ran out were all black employees. It seemed that there were a lot of them. In fact, they accounted for only a small part of the total number compared with Chinese employees. The collective buzzwords seemed a little weird. And Mr. Zhang, the head of a branch company, has stayed here for more than three years, and he has to ask his subordinates first when he encounters the so-called "frequent things".

"It was my negligence that shocked Mr. Lu." Mr. Zhang smiled apologetically.

He doesn't like this place. He hopes that one day he can be transferred back to the head office. Now that there is a leader, he can't neglect it.

Lu Zhiqiao turned a page and asked casually: "Why are all the locals who ran out just now?"

The air was quiet for two seconds.

"Maybe it's scary."

The simple and heavy tasks in the factory are all done by blacks, such as security and carrying equipment. Some of them are dragging their families and fleeing from wars and chaos, and come here to make a living, so they fight guns and cannons. The sound is particularly sensitive. Some people are just lazy, and they have reason to slack off when they see something wrong, and they make a fuss.

Because of the low cost of employment, the monthly salary is only one hundred dollars, which can be used if you make do with it.

For a long while, Lu Zhiqiao didn't speak.

The air from the air conditioner was cool and shady, very comfortable, and there was only the rustle of paper turning in the room.

Qi Yan drank water silently, his eyes swept over the two, and finally fell on Lu Zhiqiao, staring at the black mole, feeling more charming and restless.

"Continue to pay attention to the situation near the factory." Lu Zhiqiao raised his eyebrows, signed the name with a pen, handed it over, and got up.

Mr. Zhang took the folder, nodded hurriedly, and then stood up, "I will let Xiao He take you back to the apartment to rest."

"No need." Lu Zhiqiao stepped on high heels around the coffee table, reached out to Qi Yan, chuckled, but said to Mr. Zhang, "Let Xiao He come with me."

Qi Yan put down the cup and held her hand naturally.

Xiao He is Mr. Zhang's assistant and driver. Lu Zhiqiao wanted to take Qi Yan back to the hotel in person, so he took the person into the company car and went to the **** resort.

The car was steady all the way, and the two sat in the back row side by side, and no one spoke.

Qi Yan pulled out his hand and fiddled with the camera for a while. The heart calmed down and felt a little sleepy. She couldn't help but yawned. She put the camera in her small backpack, leaned back and closed her eyes and calmed down.

When she was in a daze, a warm|hot touch came from the back of her hand. She opened her eyes blankly and turned her head to see Lu Zhiqiao looking at her deeply, eyes wandering, clutching her hand tightly.

Her heart trembled, and she woke up instantly, and her other hand was covered.

Pulling out an invisible thread between the eyes.

Lu Zhiqiao raised the corners of his mouth and smiled at her, then lowered his eyelids and looked at the hands of the two holding together, his eyes flashed with shame.

Mole tears are like delicate flowers, blooming slowly.

In an instant, Qi Yan burst into a torrent of "bang" in his heart, pouring out, but quickly restrained and pressed his emotions.

The two are silent, but there is warmth flowing.

At the resort, Lu Zhiqiao asked Xiao He to wait outside and sent Qi Yan upstairs by himself.

She originally planned to send it to the elevator at most, but she didn't listen to her hand. She held on to Qi Yan and her legs were uncontrollable. She followed Qi Yan upstairs by the elevator to the door of the room, and then entered the room. .

Qi Yan didn't stop, tacitly allowing her to follow.

There was a suitcase in the room. Qi Yan finally broke free of his holding hand, put the camera on the table, pointed to the sofa, and said, "Sit down first."

"You..." Lu Zhiqiao didn't move, "Do you live here alone?"

"Um."

Qi Yan went into the bathroom to wash his hands, wiped them out, unscrewed the brand new mineral water on the table, and drank half a bottle in one breath. She panted and smiled: "The environment is good, there is a small kitchen where you can cook by yourself."

She wore a floral robe, the same style as black women, and the colors were exaggerated. But because of her tall and well-proportioned figure, she was wearing a weird sense of design.

His face was stained with gray, his hair was a bit messy, but his eyes were still attractive.

Lu Zhiqiao looked at her, his eyelashes trembled lightly, and whispered: "Would you like to go to my place?"

Qi Yan was startled.

The black mole of tears was like a pearl, ready to fall, and the eyes were mixed with anxiety.

Like a soft | soft little daughter-in-law.

It's totally different from the appearance just now in the company.

Qi Yan didn't answer, she hesitated. Of course she wanted to go. It was just two people who lived together like a awkward couple. It always felt too abrupt. Besides, Lu Zhiqiao was on a business trip. He was busy at work, just in case you disturb... ....

She was still struggling, but she didn't know that this appearance fell in Lu Zhiqiao's eyes as resistance and unforgiveness.

"Qi Yan..."

Lu Zhiqiao's eyes were filled with water vapor, and suddenly he stepped forward to hug her, and whispered in her ear with a low-pitched voice: "I miss you."

Qi Yan's mind went blank for an instant, but he couldn't help but put his hands around Lu Zhiqiao's waist, spitting out short|quick breaths from his mouth.

She felt like she was flying up, like a light feather, fluttering and fluttering, guided by a gentle force, no longer without direction, then she fell and fell into a warm swamp.

"I miss you too." She closed her eyes and gently stroked Lu Zhiqiao's hair, "I really want to miss..."

Lu Zhiqiao was taken aback for a moment, raised his reddish eyes to look at her, before he was too happy, he blurted out and asked, "Then why don't you follow me?"

"Who said that.."

"?"

Qi Yan brushed away the broken hair on her forehead, curling up the corners of her mouth: "Let's go with Mr. Lu."

Behind the company building is an apartment-style dormitory, which is usually a double room suite. On this business trip, Lu Zhiqiao lived in a single room with complete appliances, a balcony and separate bathroom, and only a large bed.

The two entered the room, Lu Zhiqiao answered the phone, was about to go to the company, gave Qi Yan a few words, and left in a hurry.

Qi Yan took a bath and put on her nightdress. The sleepiness became more intense. She lifted the quilt and climbed onto the bed. When she fell down, the smell of Lu Zhiqiao was all in her nose.

Very light scent, refreshing the heart and spleen.

She took a few deep breaths, smelling the smell of Lu Zhiqiao, a warm torrent rushed across her heart, and then wrapped her around and wrapped her, she was melted into water.

Fate is a very subtle thing.

The person you think in your heart, as long as you miss it all the time, it will appear in front of you, like a dream, but not a dream.

The moment she saw Lu Zhiqiao, her many worries and distracting thoughts instantly threw the wine out of the sky. She just wanted to hug her and kiss her, as warm and fearless as before.

The hard work was restrained all the way, and he was relieved, but he didn't know how to speak when the words came to his lips.

Wait until Jojo comes back.

After lying down for a while, Qi Yan fought with his upper and lower eyelids, and soon fell asleep...

I slept extremely comfortably.

When I woke up, the sun had already set, a golden-red fire cloud was rolled up from the horizon, and the afterglow fell on the bed through the window. Qi Yan got up and was about to pick up his mobile phone when there was a knock on the door.

She thought it was Lu Zhiqiao, and quickly ran to open the door with her slippers.

"Hello, is it Miss Qi?" A guy in work clothes at a fast food restaurant stood outside.

Qi Yan nodded blankly.

The guy handed her the plastic bag in his hand: "This is a meal ordered by a lady named Lu." After that, he turned and left.

There are stacks of lunch boxes in the plastic bag, white and indistinct.

Qi Yan closed the door, put the things on the table, took the phone to check the time, it was almost six o'clock.

There is an unread message from Lu Zhiqiao in WeChat:

[I’m at the company and I’m a bit busy. I can’t accompany you to dinner at night. I ordered a meal for you and waited for me to go back. 】

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