There Are Always Teachers Asking Parents

Lu Zhiqiao stood outside, his expression indifferent, his eyes gleaming, and when he saw the person behind the door, he curled up his mouth.

It's a familiar scene again, except that the parties have exchanged positions.

Qi Yan was stunned, his expression frozen on his face, "Why are you here?"

"Our company is a sponsor." Lu Zhiqiao smiled lightly, his eyes moving on her face.

After the parents' meeting separated at the end of the term, it has been half a month since she has no news about Qi Yan, let alone seeing this face, and the person who used to be around one day is gone. Branded in the bottom of my heart.

In the past half month, she finished writing a thick book, densely packed with Qi Yan's names. She repeatedly looked at the photos of the Spring Festival trip, and there were traces of two people everywhere. The eggshell lamp on her bedside was lit up in the dark countless times. As long as she clapped her hands, the dark yellow light would transform into a knight, dispelling the dragon of darkness, and silently guarding her.

I count down with my fingers every day, but I am worried that my guess is wrong, maybe Qi Yan will not come. With this person's temperament, how willing to obey work arrangements easily.

This business trip is a gamble.

She set foot on the island with anxious and complicated mood. At the moment when she saw Qi Yan, all the worries were worthwhile.

I used to look at this face before, and I couldn't find any newness. Now I look at it and think about it again and again, and I feel that every inch of it is a surprise. For example, the eyes are the purest amber, the eyelashes are the fine lupines, the nose, the lips...all are taken into her mind.

I don’t know when we will meet next time.

Qi Yan said softly and said nothing.

The sponsor was not mentioned in the work email, and Assistant Feng did not mention it, because she didn't care about it and didn't need to know, so naturally she didn't pay attention. But Lu Zhiqiao knows that she works in this team. As an executive, she should be familiar with such business activities. It is not difficult to mobilize and facilitate the operation.

Therefore, she is certain that their meeting today was not accidental.

Okay, Lu Zhiqiao.

Know how to design her.

is that useful?

She has never seen any sultry means.

Thinking like this in my heart, I still felt a little rippling, and there was a slight throbbing, sweet.

"You change your clothes first." Lu Zhiqiao said warmly, "I don't have time to talk, we'll see you in the evening." After speaking, she looked around, suddenly leaned forward, and lowered her voice: "I want to see you in red. "

Thin|soft lips gently rub the cheeks, leaving a creamy chocolate-like lipstick aroma.

She quickly turned around and entered the opposite room.

"..."

Qi Yan froze in place, his breathing stagnated for a few seconds, and he raised his hand to touch the place where he had been kissed.

There was a ray of red on the fingertips.

Designers, media, brand owners, and sponsors attended the dinner. The hall was decorated in a magnificent and emotional atmosphere. The scene was very lively, but everyone was somewhat restrained by holding some shelves.

Except Jiang Yu and Lu Zhiqiao.

Jiang Yu is wearing a white suspender dress and a suit jacket. He is self-cultivation and sexual. He has a pair of big long legs and a smile on his cold and skinny face, which gives people a sense of alienation.

Lu Zhiqiao, on the contrary, has a black open|shoulder long skirt with wide sleeves in a cloak-style cloak, which has a nice drape and reveals thin|white wrists. She wore slightly curly hair, a simple necklace on her neck, her lips were red, and the tears on the end of her eyes were cold and moving.

Tonight is their home court.

The two talked with cups, their expressions as usual. Although Jiang Yu has an overwhelming advantage in height, Lu Zhiqiao is even better in terms of aura. Because he wanders around such occasions all the year round, he can handle it with ease.

The black dress looks solemn, and the open shoulders collar is sexual | sense, and the cape sleeves are generous. She stands there with a smile on her face, looking at one person, hearing the other person's voice in her ears, and paying attention to the surrounding environment, which happens to be everywhere. She answered the conversation carefully, fully taking care of everyone who talked with her, and did not rush.

If Jiang Yu is a wild horse, Lu Zhiqiao is an elegant white swan.

The two were the focus of the scene, eye-catching.

Qi Yan leaned in the corner for a drink, glanced at the two of them intentionally or unintentionally, extremely lazy.

The occasion tonight has nothing to do with these "part-time workers". Originally, they didn't have to come, but Jiang Yu made a request, and even the later teacher did not let it go. She had to cooperate. I brought two evening dresses, one black and one red. She plans to wear black tonight, but...

The gaze fell on Lu Zhiqiao's face, suddenly becoming deep.

Jojo wants to see her in red.

Then wear it.

She shifted her gaze down, faintly seeing the deep "career line", and she couldn't help squinting her eyes.

Suddenly, the man looked over. It seemed to know that she was looking unscrupulously, there was no wave in her eyes, just a faint glance, but there seemed to be deep meaning in it.

This glance caused Jiang Yu to look here too, and ran into her gaze impartially, with a clear sense of inquiry.

Qi Yan hurriedly turned away and looked away.

After a while, she felt that the scorching sight on her face disappeared, and she turned back again. This time she didn't look at the "career line", and she didn't know where she was looking. It seems that I haven't seen it, but I have a panoramic view.

It's because her eyes are too small to see anything.

Missing for half a month, Qi Yan finds things for herself every day, dare not stop, dare not let his brain empty. She wanted to open "Fengchen" countless times to look at it more, and then abruptly held back her thoughts, and competed with herself for no reason, but she didn't understand what she was struggling with.

She can feel the changes in Lu Zhiqiao. It is precisely because of this that she feels a lot of confusion. She doesn't know which of the past and the present is the real Lu Zhiqiao, let alone which one she loves, as if returning to the time when the two first met, she was only greedy| Mutually.

She was pleasantly surprised when she opened the door in the evening, and then concluded that the two met here was not accidental. She was throbbing and a little bit sour. Only at this point, she was convinced that she had weight in Lu Zhiqiao's heart.

But how heavy is the so-called weight? Will that person abandon her in the next impulse weighing?

The hall is playing soft and soothing pure music, as fine as flowing water, and gentle lights are softly sprinkled on everyone, and the eyes are full of smiling faces, delicate makeup, and beautiful figures. There is a lot of coveted interlacing. Dreamy breath.

Qi Yan drank all the wine, sighed, put down the cup and turned to the toilet.

It is inconvenient to go to the toilet in an evening dress. Fortunately, the toilet space in this hotel is large enough and very clean, which can alleviate some inconvenience. After she came out, she washed her hands and checked her makeup carefully in the mirror.

The lipstick was rubbed off a bit, and the brownish red faded to bright red under the light.

Qi Yan lowered her head and took her mouth red from her handbag. There was the sound of high-heeled shoes by the door. From far and near, she turned her head subconsciously, and a black figure appeared in her vision.

Lairenxiang|Shoulder all|exposed|exposed, neck|neck is slender, thin silver chain and earrings are shining.

Yo.

Follow her.

Qi Yan raised his eyebrows slightly without saying a word, and withdrew his gaze.

The high heels approached, the pace was steady and strong, Lu Zhiqiao moved forward with the corners of her lips, stretched out her hand, and gently took the lipstick from her fingers, "I'll apply it for you."

"..."

It was still the familiar cold scent pouring over, a little bit of cold citrus, a bitter and good smell, and then slowly turned into a deep sandalwood scent, thick and cold.

The same perfume, used with different clothes on different occasions, has very different effects. I usually smell the alienation and sultry cold, but now it has a little more atmosphere and softness, as well as a seemingly sense of control.

Qi Yan sniffed lightly, unable to refuse.

"You are beautiful today." Lu Zhiqiao pursed his lips, took off the lipstick cap, and unscrewed a little cream, "Red really matches you."

Qi Yan wore an enthusiastic red, a tube|breasted dress, and a double-row lace-up on the back, which showed her figure very well-if she hadn't cut off the waist-length hair, it would look even better.

There was a look of regret in her eyes, she smiled softly, raised her arm, pinched the lipstick to Qi Yan's lips, and applied it carefully.

"You are beautiful too." Qi Yan subconsciously said.

Lu Zhiqiao shook his hand and accidentally painted the lipstick crooked, so he stretched out his index finger and wiped it off gently.

Her fingertips were warm, and Qi Yan took a light breath and snatched the lipstick from her hand, "I'll do it myself."

The part that was rubbed off was applied evenly. Qi Yan looked in the mirror and looked at it carefully. He couldn't find the area that needed to be refilled, so he slapped it twice, buckled it, and put it back in his bag.

Yu Guang caught a glimpse of Lu Zhiqiao looking at her. She was ignorant and turned around to leave. She was pulled abruptly when she took two steps. Then she heard a tearing sound. The lace on the back of her dress loosened. The upper part fell down, and she staggered, feeling cold in front of her, and bowed her head sharply.

"!!!"

"..."

There was an iron hook on the wall, half blocked by decorative leaves. She didn't pay attention when she went out and walked in a hurry. The lace on her back was hooked, and the whole piece was torn| torn, x| was exposed. come out.

Qi Yan was stunned.

Lu Zhiqiao was also dumbfounded.

There was a sound of high-heeled shoes outside, coming here, Qi Yan hurriedly covered his dress, Lu Zhiqiao suddenly recovered, and quickly stepped forward to block her behind.

The next second, Jiang Yu's figure appeared at the door.

She turned her head and saw Lu Zhiqiao, she was taken aback for a moment, and said hello with a smile: "Mr. Lu." Then she looked at Qi Yan behind her and raised her eyebrows in surprise, "What's wrong?"

This person is really tall. He was in the hall just now. The place was spacious and empty. At this moment, the space next to the washbasin was narrow. As soon as she came in, it became more and more cramped.

The pair of stilettos was about five or six centimeters, and visually more than 1.8 meters, the high-level skinny face was a bit fierce, but when he laughed, it made people feel kind. Even looking up at her slightly, it didn't cause any discomfort.

It's weird, I can't hate it.

Lu Zhiqiao looked complacent and smiled lightly: "There is something wrong with Miss Qi's dress."

Hearing this, Jiang Yu tilted his head and looked over her, wanting to find out.

Lu Zhiqiao moved calmly to block.

Jiang Yu was taken aback, his eyes fell on her face, suddenly subtle.

Qi Yan became an ant on a hot pot behind her. She didn’t feel distressed when the dress was broken, but she couldn’t even hide her appearance, so she couldn’t get out unless she put on a coat... she suddenly remembered that she could fight. The phone of the hotel raised his head and looked around. After looking around, he didn't see any signs.

What a broken hotel.

There is no service phone on the wall.

She has already made a fool of herself in front of her former ex-girlfriend, and she doesn't want to be ugly to the public!

Time seemed to have been set aside, Lu Zhiqiao's gentle smile hides anxiety, hoping that Jiang Yu will leave soon, so that she can let Qi Yan enter the toilet cubicle and go to the waiter for a bathrobe by herself.

It just happened that this person kept looking at them, as if to spy on purpose.

Strong hostility surged from the bottom of my heart...

In terms of personal matters, she vaguely felt that she could dislike this woman.

"Can Miss Jiang go to the waiter to get a bathrobe?" Lu Zhiqiao said politely, with a gentle smile in his eyes.

Jiang Yu looked at Lu Zhiqiao, then looked at Qi Yan, glanced back and forth with intriguing eyes, the corner of his mouth was slightly tilted, and suddenly raised his hand, took off his suit jacket, and passed it over: "Ready-made, put it on. Get out first."

Lu Zhiqiao's expression was indifferent, but his heart was overwhelmed, and his hand hidden in the sleeve of the large cloak grabbed his palm.

provocative?

No, this is a normal response.

There are ready-made ones, there is no need to go to the waiter to get them, she will do the same instead. After all, Jiang Yu didn't know their relationship.

She cannot be impulsive.

Qi Yan looked at the coat, glanced at Lu Zhiqiao subconsciously, but did not answer.

Jiang Yu raised his eyebrows, his eyes became more subtle, it was just a flash of effort, and he couldn't catch it. She looked at Qi Yan and explained quietly: "You are a member of our team, and the team is brought out by me. No matter what happens, I have an obligation to take care of you and be responsible to you."

Her voice was faint, and she couldn't hear any emotions, but just a casual explanation.

At that moment, Lu Zhiqiao couldn't help but speculate with the greatest malice, whether this person was acting, was he really taking care of the members of the team, or just because he loved Qi Yan...

The word "love" flashed in her mind, and her heart pierced.

But seeing Jiang Yu's serious expression and a calm and indifferent expression on her face, she rejected such a gloomy idea of ​​her own, on the contrary, she felt that this person was quite interesting, unlike the "vicious predecessor," she was preconceived.

What is she doing?

She didn't move yet, so she started fighting in her heart, thinking about something messy, boring.

"Well, Miss Qi put on her clothes, let's go back first." Lu Zhiqiao turned his head and smiled in agreement.

Without looking at them, Qi Yan silently took over the suit jacket, said thank you, put it on, and walked around the two of them.

After the dinner, the group went back to their rooms.

Lu Zhiqiao took a bath, put on a cool suspender nightdress, and sat on the bed to use his phone. She sorted out the photos taken by her assistant tonight, selected a few of her favorites, clicked on WeChat, and posted a circle of friends.

The settings are only visible in Qi Yan.

For the first half month of the dynamic content, all of them are "visible only to Qi Yan".

Not a single thumbs up.

Maybe Qi Yan has blocked her circle of friends a long time ago and can't see her movement at all.

Let alone like it.

After sending it out, she opened the music software and played a song "Lonely Northern Hemisphere". Halfway through, I felt tired, and changed it to "Let Her Land".

-She is not gorgeous

-It's not like birds migrating

......

-I would rather be a boat

-If you are the sea

—At least let her land in your arms

Lu Zhiqiao quietly leaned on the bed|back, closed his eyes and rested, listening to the clear and steady female voice in his ears, from the beginning to the high|high, and then to the end, the world was quiet, only his own breathing.

She opened her eyes, picked up the little toy on the bedside, stared for a moment, muttered "Yanyan" in her heart, and then rolled herself into the quilt...

The author has something to say: 　　 "My wife is getting 6 more and more toys, what should I do?"

Yan Yan: I taught well at the beginning

(The characters in other books that appear at present are all soy sauce. Don’t be more real in the timeline. Niu Zai and senior sister are pure friendship)

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