After Escaping Marriage [GL]

Yu Qingtang nodded lightly, acquiescing.

The intermediary looked at Cheng Zhanxi and Yu Qingtang with insight, and said, "Are you two discussing it yourself?"

Cheng Zhanxi: "Let's talk about it ourselves, please."

The intermediary smiled and pointed to the door of the coffee shop: "Then I will..."

Cheng Zhanxi: "If the negotiation is completed, I will pay the agency fee as usual. It's hard work."

The intermediary smiled, more sincere than before.

"Don't disturb the two of you."

The brass wind chime at the entrance of the coffee shop rang, and the agent in pink shirt and white trousers left the coffee shop.

Cheng Zhanxi waved to the waiter, asked for a latte, and asked Yu Qingtang, "What's Mr. Yu drinking?"

Teacher Yu said indifferently, "Mocha."

After the waiter confirmed it, he bowed slightly.

Cheng Zhanxi folded his arms and casually rested on the plain and elegant off-white checkered tablecloth. Looking at Yu Qingtang in front of him, he said with a smile: "The only house I like is Mr. Yu's. It's a coincidence."

Yu Qingtang said with the same expression: "I didn't expect it was you who I wanted to see."

In fact, when he received the call from the agency yesterday, Yu Qingtang had a flash of thought, whether the renter would be Cheng Zhanxi.

The suite on the same floor of Yu Qingtang was listed in the agency almost as soon as she moved into the famous mansion. Because she lived opposite her, she made a lot of specific requirements. Excluding one by one, and the higher-than-market price, made many tenants intimidated. She did not lack the rent for this suite, and she did not care much about whether it could be rented out or not.

Those who can meet the conditions and accept the price will probably not be too short of money, and such people do not like the many rules and regulations listed by the landlord. Therefore, for more than half a year, almost no one cared about her apartment. In June, someone wanted to rent it. She was in the capital and could not have an interview, so she gave up.

Cheng Zhanxi happened to be looking for a house, and another woman who met the conditions and was not short of money wanted to rent her house. Except for the "quiet personality" that did not match Cheng Zhanxi, she met all the other conditions.

But she felt that it would not be so coincidental, so she dismissed the idea.

See you at the coffee shop today.

... Teacher Cheng really has a deep misunderstanding of his character.

In the words of the office teacher, there is no point in my heart.

Cheng Zhanxi raised one hand, pressed his index and middle fingers on the table, and "walked" in a rustling manner until he touched Yu Qingtang's wrist, warmed his fingertips, hooked his fingertips on the inside of his wrist, and cooperated with the movements. He softened his voice and said coquettishly, "Sister Yu~"

Yu Qingtang's back stiffened slightly.

Cheng Zhanxi continued to plead softly, "Can you rent the house to me?"

The fingertips repeatedly rubbed against the most delicate and smooth skin of Yu Qingtang's wrist.

All of Yu Qingtang's senses seemed to be concentrated on the place where she was close to her wrist. It was obviously just a finger, but it spread a fine itching. The slender insects and ants gnawed and climbed, and flowed along the meridians to the limbs and bones. absolutely.

Yu Qingtang froze there.

Not only wanting to get rid of this itch, but also like a traveler who drinks poison to quench his thirst, longing for more of her.

The waiter came up with two cups of coffee. Xu Shi saw that the atmosphere was very ambiguous, so he put it down without being disturbed and left quietly.

"Drink coffee." Yu Qingtang pulled out his wrist and placed it under the table as if nothing had happened. The temperature remained, and it was slightly warm.

Cheng Zhanxi took a sip, and when he raised his head, there was a circle of milk foam on his lips.

She curled the tip of her tongue and licked it naturally.

Yu Qingtang, who was sitting across from her, saw this scene, lowered her eyes uncomfortably, and raised her eyes involuntarily, swept her full red lips lightly, and sipped her coffee, so it was a little moist, looking very soft and very soft. …

Yu Qingtang stirred the coffee in the cup with a spoon, and the sound of the porcelain spoon hitting the bottom of the cup interrupted the derailed reverie.

Cheng Zhanxi wanted to repeat the old trick, but Yu Qingtang's hand was tightly hidden, so he had to switch strategies and said honestly, "Mr. Yu."

Yu Qingtang lowered her eyebrows: "Well."

Cheng Zhanxi: "Can you rent the house to me?"

Yu Qingtang: "…"

She went straight in, but Yu Qingtang didn't know how to respond.

She feels very contradictory now. With the filter of the painter Cheng Mo, she should not refuse, but since Cheng Zhanxi came to the school, it seems that many things are quietly changing, and she is infiltrating her life. It's just that at school, and becoming a neighbor has to face each other day and night. She doesn't know if there will be more things she doesn't want to see in the future.

Yu Qingtang pondered for a moment and said, "I need to think about it."

Cheng Zhanxi was a little hurt, but still smiled and said, "Okay, I'll wait for your answer."

Yu Qingtang hummed, looked at Cheng Zhanxi's slightly reluctant smile, and pursed her lips.

The atmosphere was a little gloomy.

Cheng Zhanxi noticed that he stirred up a new topic, and while mixing the milk and coffee in the cup with a spoon, he asked with a smile: "Among the requirements that Mr. Yu raised, I can understand both women and singles, why are they divorced? Neither?"

Yu Qingtang said calmly: "Divorced people may have children, it will be noisy, and they will also have ex-husbands. Recently, there have been many wife murder cases."

Cheng Zhanxi laughed: "So it is."

Not all divorced ex-husbands will have this problem, just like setting a master's degree or above does not exclude all scum, it is just to screen out most of the hidden dangers. As for other "have a proper occupation, regular work and rest, no bad habits, no pets, quiet personality", etc., are her requirements for the surrounding environment.

Cheng Zhanxi said: "Then there is still a loophole in your request. It should be female, single, unmarried, childless, and some are single mothers."

"I'll ask when we meet." After a while, Yu Qingtang said, "You are the first to rent this house. I will remember to add it in the future. Thank you Teacher Cheng for reminding me."

Cheng Zhanxi raised his eyebrows: "Am I the first?"

Yu Qingtang: "Well."

If Cheng Zhanxi was not someone she knew, based on Yu Qingtang's first impression of her, she would definitely rent the house to her. Outstanding appearance, temperament and conversation are first-class, the perfect tenant.

Cheng Zhanxi was secretly happy for the first one, and suddenly heard Yu Qingtang speaking coldly across from him.

"Mr. Cheng."

"Yes!" Cheng Zhanxi felt that he was too excited, so he restrained himself a little, and said again in a calm voice, "what's the matter?"

Yu Qingtang looked at her seriously: "Why do you think you have a quiet personality?"

Are her standards very different from those of ordinary people?

Cheng Zhanxi was stunned for a moment, and then laughed out loud.

Yu Qingtang almost laughed too, picked up the cup and drank coffee to cover it up, and when she put it down, her expression was normal.

Cheng Zhanxi laughed for a while, then stopped to explain, "I'm quite quiet when I'm alone." She humorously said, "You have to believe that a painter will not shout when he is painting, Otherwise she'll be covered in paint."

Yu Qingtang raised her eyebrows: "So you tried it?"

Cheng Zhanxi choked.

Yu Qingtang couldn't hold back any longer, the corners of her lips curved up slightly, Mo Yu's eyes seemed to have tiny stars floating in her eyes, and her whole person was extremely soft.

Cheng Zhanxi looked slightly startled and looked at her blankly.

But this smile was only short-lived, Yu Qingtang quickly pursed her lips, and her pale lips were less bloody. A strong sense of alienation emanated from her body. Yu Qingtang released her fingers from the cup handle and picked up the bag next to her. Posing to leave: "Mr. Cheng, I still have something to do..."

Cheng Zhanxi said thoughtfully and gently: "It just so happens that I have something to do, so let's separate at the door." Yu Qingtang nodded.

She entered the gate of the community of the famous mansion all the way, and did not look back.

Cheng Zhanxi watched her back disappear and took a taxi home.

Yu Qingtang absently checked the access control to enter the building, went up the elevator all the way, and stopped on the 21st floor. The elevator door opened from the middle, and the corridor was neat and clean.

This building was given to Yu Qingtang by Wei Tingyu when she became an adult. The real estate developer is a real estate company under the Wei Group. It was neither an 18-year-old coming-of-age ceremony, nor on a specific day, an ordinary summer vacation in the university, Yu Qingtang received a call from the general manager of the Sicheng subsidiary, and then quickly went through a series of procedures, probably because Wei Tingyu suddenly thought of it again. to her, to give her material compensation.

At that time, the value of this building was not so high. In recent years, with the development of Sicheng and the expansion of the urban area, the vicinity of the famous mansion has become more and more prosperous. There is a lot of traffic and people, and there is huge room for appreciation. The house price has more than tripled in a few years.

During his university days, Yu Qingtang renovated dozens of houses in famous mansions one after another and rented them out. The main source of income is usually rent and some low-risk financial income.

She originally wanted to learn financial management. Many of their math majors took the postgraduate entrance examination and turned to finance. With her IQ, it is more effective to learn with half the effort. However, after thinking about it, she felt that it was meaningless. Go to the bank account and eat interest.

Yu Qingtang looked at the door on the right for a while, then went home and opened the drawer of the TV cabinet in the living room. He found the one with the 2102 label from a bunch of keys, took it off the keychain, walked out and opened the opposite one. door.

When decorating this suite, Yu Qingtang hired a designer. Because she was on the same floor, Yu Qingtang thought that she might use it in the future, so unlike other houses, it was simply furnished for rental purposes.

It covers an area of ​​130 square meters, with three bedrooms and two living rooms, facing south, with large floor-to-ceiling windows and a wide field of vision. Standing in front of the living room window, you can overlook the entire city, and you can see the ancient town with blue bricks and black tiles in the twilight. If it rains, there will be misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, small bridges and flowing water, and the scenery will be even more picturesque.

Looking closer, it is facing the Swan Lake in the community, where elegant white swans play leisurely on the lake.

Yu Qingtang was almost certain that there was no better house in this community than this one, in other words, Cheng Zhanxi couldn't find a better house.

She hopes that Cheng Zhanxi can live in the best place.

but…

Yu Qingtang bit her lip, her face tangled.

***

Early Monday morning.

The students in school uniforms ended their short weekends, either alone or in groups, rushing towards the school gate. The air in the morning was fresh and mixed with the aroma of various breakfasts.

Yu Qingtang coincidentally met Cheng Zhanxi on a motorcycle.

"Mr. Yu, good morning." Cheng Zhanxi stepped on the ground easily with his long legs, and the streamlined silver-white heavy locomotive parked beside Yu Qingtang. He skillfully pushed the windshield up, revealing a pair of smart peach eyes.

"Good morning." Yu Qingtang stopped and nodded lightly.

"Has Mr. Yu had breakfast?"

"have eaten."

"What to eat?"

"…"

Yu Qingtang started walking forward.

Cheng Zhanxi laughed, controlled the speed of the car and walked in with her: "I ate wontons in the morning, and I made them last night with shepherd's purse, pork and shrimp stuffing."

Yu Qingtang unconsciously began to salivate.

Yu Qingtang: "…"

In the past, I just saw Teacher Cheng's appetite for food, but now I feel delicious when I hear her name.

Cheng Zhanxi said: "I accidentally packed too much last night, and I still have more than half of it in the refrigerator. I'll bring it to you tomorrow morning? You just put it in the refrigerator when you go home from lunch break, and you can eat it if you don't want to cook it with water. "

Yu Qingtang resisted the urge to agree and said lightly, "No need, thank you, Teacher Cheng."

Cheng Zhanxi was not surprised, bit his lip and smiled again.

As long as she sees Yu Qingtang, she is very happy, just like admiring a world famous painting, she will always have the highest enthusiasm.

"Mr. Yu helped me take off my helmet, and I'll park the car."

Cheng Zhanxi took it off naturally and handed it over, and Yu Qingtang subconsciously reached out to catch it.

"Thank you, Teacher Yu." Cheng Zhanxi smiled brightly, her long curly maroon hair rose and fell as she turned around, and she turned the car and parked.

Yu Qingtang held her helmet, her fingers felt the body temperature in the light and breathable fabric inside the helmet, and there was a faint floral scent left by the woman in the air.

Yu Qingtang, who has a sensitive sense of smell, can tell that this one is different from yesterday's.

...she's changed her fragrance again.

Yu Qingtang doesn't have the habit of spraying perfume, and she doesn't like bags, lipsticks, perfumes and other things like many girls. , don't usually pay attention.

The first time she became interested was today, what perfume does Teacher Cheng use?

The scent of flowers struck again, Cheng Zhanxi parked the car and came back, standing in front of her, bowed his head slightly because of his height advantage, and smiled brightly: "Mr. Yu, what are you doing?"

...she smells so good.

Yu Qingtang shook her head and said, "It's nothing."

Thin white knuckles curled involuntarily, clutching her helmet tightly in her hand.

Cheng Zhanxi didn't expose it, his eyes signaled the road in front of him, and said softly, "Are we going back to the office or to the class?"

Yu Qingtang shook her head slightly, took a small step back, distanced herself from Cheng Zhanxi, and said, "Go to the office first."

"OK."

Halfway through, Yu Qingtang handed the helmet back to her after realizing it.

Cheng Zhanxi pretended to have just discovered it, and said embarrassedly, "Thank you, Teacher Yu."

Yu Qingtang absentmindedly said you're welcome.

Cheng Zhanxi stayed in the office, and Yu Qingtang went to the seventh class to watch the morning reading.

The mid-term exam is just around the corner. This is their first large-scale exam since their junior high school. It is a test of their learning achievements. In addition to the class meeting last Friday, the attitude of Class 7 was extremely serious, and no one was late, including Xiang Tianyou.

Li Lan paused for a while when passing by Yu Qingtang, and then stopped.

Yu Qingtang waited patiently for a while, but before she could read her text, she said, "Prepare for the midterm exam first, don't think about other things."

Li Lan nodded and went in.

There was a loud morning reading in the classroom.

Yu Qingtang was in the corridor, took out his mobile phone from his pocket, entered the browser by accident, and typed in the search box: What perfume are vanilla and jasmine?

The search results are varied.

Yu Qingtang looked complicated.

Because she found that the two floral fragrances she could distinguish belong to the basic fragrances. Not only that, but the fragrances are also divided into top notes, middle notes and back notes. She didn't know if Cheng Zhanxi was the top notes or if it had gone too far to the middle notes.

When she returned to the office, Cheng Zhanxi walked back from the corner of the water dispenser with a cup in her hand. The white shirt with ruffles and a small brown vest outlined the undulating curves of the upper body. The trousers were capable and long-barreled leather. The boots make the legs straight and slender, retro and fashionable, full of heroism.

The office in the morning was dimly lit, only the place where she was was bright as day, as if it had its own light.

Yu Qingtang stood at the door, forgetting to move.

Behind him, Yang Li asked suspiciously, "Mr. Yu?"

Yu Qingtang woke up like a dream and stepped in.

Everything happened in just a few seconds. Cheng Zhan put the water glass on the table, propped up the table behind him with one hand naturally, crossed his toes lazily in front of the other leg, and raised the corner of his lips. , smiled and greeted the two of them: "Mr. Yu, Teacher Yang."

Yu Qingtang nodded, passed by her, and sat back in her seat.

Yang Li was blocked by Yu Qingtang before, but now her eyes are straight.

"Cheng! Teacher!" she said heavily.

"What! What's the matter!" Cheng Zhanxi smiled and responded to her with an accent.

"I'm too embarrassed to come to class today when you dress up like this." Yang Li gave her an angry look, looked her up and down, her eyes glued to Cheng Zhanxi, and she couldn't stop exclaiming, "I only see female stars dressed like this on TV. But, you dress better than the stars, your figure is too good, those long legs, this waist..."

Amy doesn't distinguish between genders, Yang Li swallowed.

She is a straight daughter who is married and has children in her forties and is fearless.

Yang Li walked over to Cheng Zhanxi and asked curiously as she walked, "Mr. Cheng, what's your waistline?"

It sounds like I want to touch it.

There was an abrupt sound in the quiet office, Cheng Zhanxi and Yang Li turned to look at the same time, Yu Qingtang bent over to pick up the pen that fell on the ground, and asked casually, "Mr. Yang, what day is the English test? coming?"

Yang Li said, "The third day."

Yu Qingtang said, "How's our class's learning attitude recently? Did anyone talk in class and disrupt the discipline in the class, especially those in the back row who took the lead in Xiang Tianyou?"

Yang Li shook her head with a smile, and said, "No, I've been quite obedient recently, no one is not serious."

As soon as Yu Qingtang interrupted, Yang Li didn't care about going to measure the waistline of Zhanxi.

Cheng Zhanxi's waist escaped safely.

Yu Qingtang glanced at Zhan Xi's always smiling face during the process, her eyes sank, and she withdrew her gaze.

She opened the workbook in front of her. The tip of the pen that fell on the workbook was heavy, and the writing penetrated to the back. After changing a few books in a row, the pen force returned to normal.

Cheng Zhanxi raised his cheeks to look at her, smiling like a flower.

After Yu Qingtang entered the working state, she was very engaged, and she could hardly notice other people's eyes. Cheng Zhanxi was alert again, and before she looked up, she lowered her head and pretended to read the book seriously.

Yang Li sent a message to Ge Jing: [Mr. Ge, what is the deeper word than nibbling? I don't think I've had enough sugar to describe the sugar I've eaten]

Ge Jing: [Did me kill kswl]

Yang Li: [I learned, kswlkswwl]

Ge Jing didn't reply for a few minutes.

Yang Li touched the corner of her mouth that was grinning behind her ears, and continued to type with her head down: [My God, Mr. Cheng smiled so sweetly, I want to fall in love. Now it's bright and winter, and our office is as warm as spring every day. Like fire, I can't stand it for a long time]

Ge Jing: [My bicycle chain fell off]

Yang Li: [Hahahahaha]

In the morning, Yu Qingtang went to a meeting. When she came back to the office, only Cheng Zhanxi was alone. There was a box of colored pencils in front of her.

Almost as soon as he approached, Cheng Zhanxi stopped writing and raised his head, frowning tightly.

Yu Qingtang said softly, "Is it bothering you?"

Cheng Zhanxi opened his eyebrows, covered the painting, and said gently, "No."

She didn't like to be stared at when she was drawing seriously. When she saw no one in the office, she took out the colored pencils in the drawer. In the final analysis, it was her own reason.

Yu Qingtang still said, "I'm sorry." The attitude was very low.

A strange feeling flashed in Cheng Zhanxi's heart.

Ever since Yu Qingtang found out that she was Cheng Mo, Yu Qingtang showed a very respectful and humble attitude from time to time, as if he was offering her up.

Cheng Zhanxi put the colored pencils in the box and said hesitantly, "You..."

"You...you said."

Cheng Zhanxi was sure that he heard it right this time. What Yu Qingtang said was "you". Cheng Zhanxi was in a very delicate mood, and said quietly, "Do I have three heads and six arms or three eyes?"

Yu Qingtang was stunned for a while, and then said honestly, "I don't understand."

Cheng Zhanxi was amused by her sudden siri tone, waved to her, and said softly, "Come here."

Yu Qingtang obediently went over and stood in front of her desk.

Cheng Zhanxi pointed to the position beside him and motioned her to go inside.

Now she is Cheng Mo, not the talkative Cheng Zhanxi. Cheng's medical report teacher Cheng. Yu Qingtang went around the table one by one and walked to her.

Cheng Zhanxi turned the chair around and faced her.

"Lower your head." The woman's voice was soft and low.

Yu Qingtang bowed her head obediently, her long black hair behind her fell softly in front of her, and against Yu Yingying's beautiful face, it became more and more black and white.

Cheng Zhanxi passed her five fingers through the cold hair, and while tucking her hair behind her ears, her palms gently held her cheeks.

"Yu Qingtang."

Yu Qingtang flexed the knuckles hanging by his side, pinching the hem of his clothes.

"look at me."

Yu Qingtang slowly raised her eyes, the woman's upright and beautiful facial features came into her eyes, her eyes were like paint, her lips were red and her teeth were white.

"What is my name?"

"Cheng... teacher."

"name."

"Cheng Mo."

"…"

Yu Qingtang took a light breath, she actually—

Cheng Zhanxi pinched her tender face lightly, but did not dare to exert any force. Seeing Yu Qingtang's breathing, she immediately stroked her fingertips and said gently, "Does it hurt you?"

Yu Qingtang subconsciously said, "No."

Cheng Zhanxi moved her finger to her chin and gently scratched the back of her finger: "what's my name? I mean my real name."

"Cheng..." Yu Qingtang lowered her eyes guiltily.

"Cheng Zhanxi." Cheng Zhanxi simply had no temper with her, "Is my name so difficult to remember?"

"I'm sorry." Yu Qingtang said in a mosquito-like voice.

Cheng Zhanxi became dizzy with anger, and began to talk nonsense: "You will be punished for copying my name a hundred times!"

Yu Qingtang looked at her in surprise, Wu Tong was pure.

Cheng Zhanxi panicked and changed his mouth: "I..." joking.

Before she finished speaking, Yu Qingtang said, "Okay."

Cheng Zhanxi opened his mouth and said, "Fifty times, a hundred times is too many."

Yu Qingtang still said, "Okay." She pursed her lips and said softly, "Mr. Cheng, can you let me go?"

Yu Qingtang waited until Cheng Zhanxi removed her hand from her chin before she straightened up from the restraint she could break free with a slight movement.

Ge Jing, who had been looking out the window for several minutes, walked in from the door.

Before school at noon, Cheng Zhanxi received the homework handed in by Yu Qingtang, and he copied the name fifty times in graceful and elegant handwriting, one more than one less.

Cheng Zhanxi held this piece of paper and thought for a noon, full of confusion.

If she accidentally found out that Yu Qingtang wrote her name, she must be crazy with joy, and now she can't figure it out.

What does Yu Qingtang mean?

If she couldn't figure it out, she didn't think about it. Cheng Zhanxi put the paper in the book, put the book in the drawer, locked the drawer, took it home at night, framed it, and put it in her bedroom.

As usual, she lay on the table and rested in the morning. She slept late today, and she began to feel sleepy at 1:30 in the afternoon.

Yu Qingtang entered the office at 1:50, passing through Zhanxi's desk, she was resting on one arm, with a thick book under her arm, her long hair covering half of her cheek, her face moving in her sleep, looking for In a relatively comfortable posture, her beautiful brows were furrowed.

Yu Qingtang stayed quietly at the table for a while before returning to her seat.

Cheng Zhanxi was woken up by the class bell. She held her neck with one hand and struggled to prop up her upper body. She changed from a lying position to a sitting position, rubbing her shoulders and neck while making a painful gasp.

Yu Qingtang's ten fingers on the keyboard didn't move for a long time, she raised her head and looked at Cheng Zhanxi, whose expression was distorted in pain, her thin lips pursed slightly.

Cheng Zhanxi looked at her expression from the corner of his eye, and pressed his **** on the center of his eyebrows, and then his temples.

It was as if a nap had damaged her vitality, and she was only one millimeter away from dying on the spot.

On Monday night, Cheng Zhanxi received news from the rental agency.

【Miss Yu agrees】

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Cheng Chengzi: A painter who can't act is not a good physical education teacher