There Are Always Teachers Asking Parents

The little toy was soaked in water after using it. Lu Zhiqiao originally put it on the shelf casually, and wanted to wait until the shower to dry her hair and tidy it up. Unexpectedly, Qi Yan suddenly knocked on the door, interrupting her memory, and her mind was confused. Boundless, and then forgot.

There are shampoo, shower gel and other items on the shelf, which are placed next to the shower, and you can see it when you turn on the water, and you can see it at a glance.

Qi Yan must have seen...

Thinking of this, Lu Zhi Qiaoden's face was red and embarrassed, as if stripped|naked out and thrown under the public, there were many eyes fixed on her, wantonly mocking.

"Mom—" The door of the second bedroom opened, and my daughter's voice came, "Can I have snacks?"

Lu Zhiqiao hurriedly picked up the little toy, wrapped it in a paper towel, squeezed it in the palm of his hand, and turned around, seeing his daughter poking his head, he felt more guilty: "No, it's late, brush your teeth and go to bed."

The little girl screamed, bulging her cheeks, and obediently holding the toothbrush cup.

The water on the toy was soaked up by the paper towel. Lu Zhiqiao went back to the room and wiped it with a wet towel, dried it, put it in the box, panicked it into the bottom corner of the closet, and glanced at the room after it was tucked. Doors and windows, for fear of being seen.

Insomnia all night.

The next morning, Lu Zhiqiao took his daughter to the hospital for a review. When he returned, he ran into Qi Yan in the parking lot. The child cleverly knows to call people, but she didn't want to raise her eyelids, but she had to pretend to be natural, so she hurriedly glanced and smiled, saying hello.

Qi Yan looked natural, there was nothing abnormal, but his eyebrows were still a bit cold. She smiled back and asked about Lu Wei's condition. She didn't stop and drove out of the basement.

Often times, the person always molested her, either in words, eyes or body. Today, she is extra-ordinary to the extent that she is a little strange.

The embarrassing situation was still lingering last night, Lu Zhiqiao was uncomfortable, thinking that he had no face to see Qi Yan, but the other party's reaction was beyond her expectation, making her a little luck...maybe he didn't see it?

In the afternoon, my daughter went to piano lessons, and Lu Zhiqiao cleaned at home.

The house is big and hasn't been cleaned for two weeks. There are dust and hair everywhere in the corners. She used to hire part-time workers from time to time. Since she was stolen once last time, she had lingering fears and decided to come in person.

There are a lot of things in the house and there are also many lockers. After tidying up, I found out that there are many things that I don’t need and should be thrown away.

Lu Zhiqiao opened the door of the living room, packed the sorted waste and placed it by the door, and moved out the same things that should be placed. Among them was a large box full of albums. Photos of my daughter growing up, a group photo of mother and daughter, and...

A family portrait, a photo of a man, and a group photo of six people from three generations of grandparents are all at the bottom.

She squatted on the ground, took out the photo frames one by one, and carefully wiped them with paper towels. Over and over again, her wrists became slower and slower, and finally the movement stagnated, just like a sculpture.

-Pata

Transparent water stains splashed on the photo frame...

At this time, the corridor elevator just stopped on the ninth floor, and the door slowly opened. Qi Yan came out from the inside, shivered by the inexplicable cold wind, clasped his arms, looked up, and saw that the door of 901 was open and the wind was coming from that direction.

Even if it is sunny and the sun is shining, it is extremely cold in places not exposed to it.

There were a few big bulging bags piled up at the door, which seemed to be sorting things. She was curious for a while, and she stepped forward against the cold wind and looked around.

The large living room was littered with many clutter, and the ground was messy. Lu Zhiqiao squatted there motionless with his back to the door, with his hair curled up casually, wearing a simple casual white sweater and jeans. The sunlight came in through the floor-to-ceiling windows. People are shrouded in a warm golden light, gentle and bright.

Qi Yan squinted his eyes slightly, his breath became slightly deeper, and asked softly, "Do you need my help?"

The man paused, his arms moved, and there was a slight inhalation sound. After a while, he stood up and turned around. His eyes were a little flustered, but his voice was as calm as before: "No need."

The eyes are red enough, and I have cried clearly, but I don't know the reason.

Qi Yan looked into her eyes, and a corner of her heart suddenly collapsed. She looked down at the debris on the floor, and asked, "Are you all left with these books?"

"No, it's going to be put in the cabinet." Lu Zhiqiao looked at her nervously, curling his fingers in his sweaty palm, and seeing her look natural, his heart gradually eased.

Maybe I didn’t see it last night...

"Which cabinet?"

"Second on the left."

"Should it be packed in a storage box?"

"Um."

Qi Yan asked and Lu Zhiqiao answered, saying that he didn't need to help, but he couldn't refuse at all. Then I saw Qi Yan squatting down, putting books in the box neatly and neatly. She didn't talk much, and didn't make extra moves, just bury her head in the book.

Since the questioning in the elevator yesterday, the coldness in this person's expression has not melted.

Lu Zhiqiao frowned slightly, and felt a little unreasonable for no reason. Everything that should be explained was explained. Without a word of lie, what else could make Qi Yan unhappy? She couldn't figure out her clues for a while, so she had to hold down her heart for a while, turned her back, and continued to organize the album.

Others may not care about it, but Qi Yan can't do it. She is the child's teacher. In case she offends her, her daughter is wearing small shoes at school...because of lessons learned, she will inevitably have concerns.

Behind, Qi Yan's picking of books slowed down, raised his eyes and glanced at the bathroom, then his gaze fell on Lu Zhiqiao's back, and the corners of his mouth curled up.

She actually saw it.

As soon as I entered the bathroom, I saw the pink toy on the shelf. It was cute and small, with water drops on it.

But she chose to pretend not to see it.

People with personality like Lu Zhiqiao have very strong self-esteem, and they have high demands on themselves, and it's good for people to see private things. Besides, everyone has normal physiological needs, which is not something worth ridiculing, although she also wants to be in person. Speak out, look at the other person's blushing shyly, but after all, it's unnecessary. It's good to give them a bit of face and leave room.

It's just a pity that she can't even compare with small toys.

The wind blows in from outside the balcony window, and it carries the smell of sunlight, but it is chilly, forming a convection with the living room door.

Lu Zhiqiao shuddered, got up and closed the window, turned around and saw that Qi Yan had already arranged two boxes of books. He felt a little sad, so he poured a cup of hot water and put it on the coffee table, "Mr. Qi, don't be busy, let's sit for a while. ."

"Is it hard to call my name?" Qi Yan raised his head and raised his eyebrows.

Lu Zhiqiao quickly changed his words: "Qi Yan."

She half-closed her eyelids, as if she wanted to speak again.

Qi Yan used to sit down next to her and took a drink from the water glass with respect, but still did not smile, did not speak, and the atmosphere was extremely embarrassing.

"Yesterday..." Lu Zhi Qiao said nervously, rubbing his palms on his knees, "It's really just a friend."

"Huh? Which one?"

"The man who sent me back."

Qi Yan put down the tea cup calmly, suddenly turned his head, and the corner of his mouth smirked, "You have no obligation to explain to me, what are you doing?" As he said, he leaned forward and grabbed her chin with one hand, ambiguous | He licked his lips, "Don't you care about my thoughts?"

Lu Zhiqiao was startled, his lips were tightly wrapped with warm|hot, and he went straight into the depths without any temptation, with a beast-like aggression, like punishment.

"Well-"

She was inexplicably excited and even had a glimmer of anticipation.

However, when the feeling was the strongest, Qi Yan let go of her, turned his face away, his gaze flicked over the debris on the ground, and suddenly stopped. "Is that your husband?"

A stack of photo frames are stacked by the door of the cabinet, with a picture of a man on top.

Lu Zhiqiao followed her gaze, his face changed slightly, he hurriedly got up and stuffed the photo frame into the cabinet, glanced at her, and said, "No."

"So, who is it?"

Lu Zhiqiao pursed his lips and did not answer.