There Are Always Teachers Who Want To Ask Out Parents

 Chapter 9: Compensation

At the beginning of the school term in September, the phone numbers of all the parents of the students in the class were registered. Qi Yan made them into a form file and stored them in the computer and mobile phone at the same time. And after the parents' meeting that day, she went back and took out Lu Zhiqiao's number and saved it in the phone book.

Note "Qiao".

It lay quietly in the address book list, never rang, nor was it searched, even if it was accidentally seen by others, it would be impossible to guess who it was.

The classroom was very quiet, and the vibration sounded abrupt. Qi Yan never answered  phone calls in class, but the moment she saw the note, her heart felt as if it was being gently scratched by a cat's paw. Under the watchful eyes of everyone, she was stunned on the podium for a few seconds, countless thoughts and conjectures flashed through her mind, and she finally pressed the reject button.

The call didn't come back, and the second half of the class became extraordinarily long.

When the bell rang to signal the end of class, Qi Yan grabbed her mobile phone and walked out of the classroom quickly. As if the soles of her feet were blown by wind, she dug out the call records and called back.

"I was in class just now, so it's inconvenient to answer the phone." As soon as she connected, she explained without waiting for the other party to speak, and then asked eagerly, "What's the matter?" 

"Ms. Qi, I'm sorry to disturb you."

Lu Zhiqiao's gentle and clear voice was as polite and apologetic as ever.

"When I parked the car just now, I accidentally bumped into your car. Let's talk about compensation when you come back." 

At that moment, Qi Yan suddenly felt her whole body being thrown high and fell heavily. When she got down, she took a breath and asked an irrelevant question: "Aren't you going to work today?"

Qi Yan's responded nonchalantly as she leaned her elbows on the railing of the corridor, her eyes narrowed slightly due to the sunlight, and her brows were wrinkled.

"Teacher Qi?"

"I still have class in the afternoon, and I'll be back around three o'clock. You take a picture of the place you hit and send it to my WeChat. We'll talk about the rest when I get back." Qi Yan said lightly, twisting slightly, the center of her brows gradually loosened and flattened, and then the corners of her mouth curved slightly.

There was a pause on the other line, and she said ok.

After hanging up the phone, Qi Yan didn't enter the classroom for a long time, standing in the corridor in a daze.

When the car was hit, normal people would be unhappy to some extent, but she was not. She didn't care about the condition of the car, where she was hit, or how she was hit. She just felt that it was a blessing in disguise, and she was secretly happy.

At this time, the screen of the phone turned on, and a WeChat message popped up.

The person who resisted in every possible way two days ago have to take the initiative to add friends today. It must be awkward, right? Qi Yan looked at the phone and laughed. After passing the verification, the woman sent five photos in a row.

She didn't read it, and changed the other party's ID to "Qiao", and pinned it on the top, with a star.

Back in the afternoon, Qi Yan went to the parking lot to take a look at her car.

The right headlight shade was cracked, the paint surface was scratched with mottled black marks, and a large piece of paint was rubbed off at the junction of the front cover and the headlight, revealing an ugly gap. She didn't care, and called the insurance company, saying that she had accidentally hit a wall with her car, and then sent a message to Lu Zhiqiao.

[I'm home, come here]

Just at this time, she received a text message from the courier station. She went to pick up the courier and went upstairs with a big box in her arms.

While entering the room to wash her hands and change clothes, there was a knock on the door, and Qi Yan pushed the box to the coffee table with her feet, and opened the door.

Lu Zhiqiao stood outside, looking a little tired, but still smiled at her apologetically, "Ms. Qi."

Qi Yan hummed, motioned for her to come in without saying a word.

"I've already reported the matter to the insurance company about the car, and then—" Lu Zhiqiao said as she changed her shoes. The pair of slippers she wore last time were still neatly placed beside the floor mat, as if they were waiting for her specially.

"No rush, sit down." Qi Yan smiled softly, grabbed her wrist naturally, and sat down on the sofa.

The bold and revealing body art photo is still hanging on the opposite side. The woman in the photo is staring at them for a moment, as if she could come out of it at any time. Lu Zhiqiao was very uncomfortable, so she had to lower her head slightly and lower her eyelids.

Qi Yan didn't say anything, opened the drawer and took out a utility knife, moved the box next to the coffee table, and cut the tape along the gap - she opened the express by herself.

A box full of colorful set of finger cots.

Lu Zhiqiao watched from the side, her head buzzed, her face flushed, she hurriedly looked away, pretending to look away absent-mindedly.

Qi Yan had a panoramic view of her embarrassment, raised the corners of her lips, and did not reveal it, and tidied it up slowly. This box of finger sleeves was mixed. There are styles such as glossy, pop beads, and floating points. There are also small toys as gifts. She prefers to change patterns.

The sound continued for a while, Lu Zhiqiao was extremely embarrassed, her fingers were tightly crossed, and the temperature on her face poured down into her internal organs. Suddenly, some messy things came to mind, and she unconsciously thought of that night.

After all, even if she is in her thirties, she had very little experience in this field, so she blushed when she saw such a thing.

Finally, Qi Yan moved the box to a corner.

"The car, it's a bit tricky."

The position beside her was slightly sunken, and as soon as Lu Zhiqiao turned her head, she saw Qi Yan playing with a box of blue finger gloves. After saying this, she just tore off the plastic seal.

She couldn't avoid it, she blushed and watched the woman unpack the box, "Does it mean it's hard to repair, or—"

"The headlights are easy to repair, but the paint is more troublesome." Qi Yan said casually, the box had already been opened, but she didn't take out the contents, but threw it aside, looked up at Lu Zhiqiao.

"Imported paint from the original factory, even if you have money, you may not be able to buy it."

"Even if the reservation is made, I still have to wait for it to be delivered, which means that I will be on the road with scratches during this period, which will affect my mood. Tell me, how should the mental stress be compensated?" 

"?”

With a gentle and soft voice, she smiled in her eyes, leaning over while talking, and her warm breath sprayed directly on her face.

Lu Zhiqiao leaned back slightly, trying to avoid it, but Qi Yan moved faster, put one hand behind her head and the other clamped her chin, pressed her thin and moist lips against her, touched her flatteringly, and then bit her mercilessly slowly going down.

But she didn't really use strength, it was very light, as if she was sucking.

The sudden stimulus exploded like fireworks, Lu Zhiqiao's breathing stopped for a few seconds, her heart was beating violently and rapidly, and an indescribable excitement and impulse flooded into her brain, higher than the alcohol that night. She subconsciously hugged Qi Yan's shoulders with both hands, and slowly closed her eyes.

At such a moment again, Qi Yan left her lips, leaned into her ear and whispered: "Be my model, okay?"

The temperature suddenly disappeared, and before Lu Zhiqiao could react, she was shocked by her words, opened her eyes to look at the artistic photo, and was instantly sober, full of resistance in her heart.

"No need to take off your clothes." Qi Yan added, kissing her earlobe.

Lu Zhiqiao's lips moved, but before she could say anything, the phone rang, she hurriedly pushed Qi Yan away to get the phone, it was the customer service number of the insurance company.

Just after saying a few words, Qi Yan snatched the phone, put it to her ear, and said lazily, "Hello, I'm the owner of the car that was hit. There's no need to pay. We'll settle it privately. Goodbye." Hang up immediately and hide the phone behind her.

Lu Zhiqiao looked at her quietly, her eyes turned from doubt to complicated, and she felt very uncomfortable.

She understands what Qi Yan means, but it is precisely because she understands that she feels that it should not be so. She never asks for help unless it is absolutely necessary. After all, it is more troublesome to owe favors than money.

"I still have to pay, I don't want to owe anyone anything."

"Then pay me with yourself."

"Qi Yan, you are my daughter's teacher."

"You finally called me by my name."

"You..."

Qi Yan stretched out her arm, hooked it around Lu Zhiqiao's waist, and said softly, "I mean, you being my model is the best compensation. How about that, huh?"

At the first smell of this fragrance, she felt cold and indifferent, but after a long time, she can smell the undercurrent of emotion, the transition from the facade to the real feelings within, just like her, the kindling is buried deep under the glacier.

She has seen through her.

There is always a hint of slyness in such a gentle smile, like playing with prey with great interest after catching it. Lu Zhiqiao realized that she had been manipulated, and couldn't help but feel annoyed secretly. She usually doesn't show her emotions easily and is used to being calm and reserved, but she was vulnerable in front of this woman, and was confused by a few words.

"I like photography in my spare time. I shoot people and landscapes. It would be better if the people and the scenery blend together, but it's not easy to find a model that catches my eye. I think you fit my aesthetics very well." Qi Yan touched her face with the tip of his nose, with a sincere tone.

"Promise me."

The breath came and went, warm and she couldn't avoid it, Lu Zhiqiao couldn't say no at all, her mind was dizzy, and she nodded vaguely.

Qi Yan curled the corners of her mouth, and smiled slightly at the ends of her eyes and brows. Her bright red lips were reflected in her swaying eyes, and her heart was itchy, so she couldn't help kissing her...