Chapter 21 Plop

Everything came too suddenly.

It was completely beyond Qingzhi's expectations and was beyond her acceptance.

Brother Mian Zhong likes him?

This feeling is like when she was in high school, she was attracted by a watch with countless small rhinestones in the boutique. She was so excited, but the price was completely beyond her economic level.

She was thinking about it for a long time. At a moment of ignorance without any preparation, someone suddenly gave this watch to her and told her that Qingzhi, this is your watch.

Surprise?

How could it be no surprise!

But it is more of a feeling that it is unreal and unbelievable.

Does it really belong to me?real?

Qingzhi heard his heart pounding like countless doves flying into the sky.

He is close.

Sniffing his breath lightly, my heart trembled.

Her face was blushing, like the most dazzling and expensive apple placed in a fruit supermarket.

Holding the palm of your hand tightly, the green branch bites his lips, and asked uncertainly: When are you...?

Jiang Mianzhong wrapped around her waist and held her into his arms. The end of his green nose was filled with his smell.

I can't explain it clearly, either.The answer is unknown, but the tone is sincere.

His arm muscles were tight, and Qingzhi was allowed to hold him, silently pressing against his sweaty chest, for a long time.

Since I gave me my Xin Xinnian Niannian watch, then put it on!

Qingzhi thought.

What's wrong!

Maybe this will not be distorted.

I don’t know where Kokang came from, Qingzhi tiptoed, raised his slender arms, and hooked his neck.

Qingzhi's face turned red. In his surprised eyes, he pulled him down with a gaze and pecked his pursed lips.

I just try it and stop it, as if I seduce it.

She had wanted to do this long ago!

finally!

Jiang Mianzhong's eyes suddenly felt hot, and his iron hand wrapped around her waist tightly, and the temperature in the palm of his hand was high and ironed.

He responded quickly, with his slender fingers holding her small chin, leaning over in a position and kissing him domineeringly.

The lips are only a few millimeters apart.

The two of them were tightly pressed against each other, and Qingzhi could even feel the slightly raised curve of his lower abdomen.

Qingzhi is not a child, so of course he knows what an erection means to a man.

Too hot.

Very embarrassed.

Zhizhi Ah, are you playing at your brother Mianzhong’s house?

Grandma's call suddenly came from outside the door, and then the knock on the door slowly rang out.

Oh my God!What am I doing!

Qingzhi returned to his position with three souls and seven spirits, and his reason was returned to his position. He quickly pushed Jiang Mianzhong's arms away, left him and opened the door and fled in panic.

In the next few days, Qingzhi deliberately hid from Jiang Mianzhong.

She really couldn't figure it out and didn't understand how everything happened that morning on Sunday.

After class, she sat in the office in a daze.

She was also dazed when she was having a meal.

When chatting with Guan Yiren, you will suddenly get distracted.

Guan Yiren was talking to her about the transfer student in the class, complaining a lot. Damn, Song Huai Cen is so beautiful, her photo is a quiet and thorny head that was wasted years!Mandarin is even smoother than me. It was a good thing, but he didn’t speak the civilized words of our country well and swear words every day to cause trouble!I will waste this little turtle boy every day!

Guan Yiren just returned from the class after training. The little bee was out of power, her throat was hoarse, and her delicate face was extremely angry.

The green branches, who seemed to be listening, were staring at the pine and cypress on the counter, were still silent.

Guan Yiren was about to cry, so she stretched out her hand and shook it in front of Qingzhi. Zhi Ah, you squeaked Ah!

Qingzhi pulled out of her memories, quickly picked up the white thermos on Guan Yiren's table, poured her a cup of warm water, and handed it to her.

Drink more water, don't be serious, and protect your throat.Qingzhi said in a warm voice.

Guan Yiren frowned and sighed: Protect it!With that slut, my throat can’t be sustainable!

Qingzhi patted her back, her facial expression was soft, Yi Ren, take a deep breath~ non-violent communication, anti-fragility, not worth it or not.

Qingzhi mentioned "Non-violent Communication" and "Anti-frailty" were both books that the two of them read and checked in when school teachers held their book month activities. The first book was to improve their artistic communication skills, and the second book was to exercise their ability to benefit from it when uncertain events occurred.

Guan Yiren surrendered: I can't handle it. Song Huaichen is a guy who is violent and nuclear weapons. I really have a heart attack and depression.

Qingzhi hugged her.

Guan Yiren said: The Moral Education Department just sent me an order to visit me at home on weekends. Damn, it’s gone again on weekends.

As the deputy head teacher, Qingzhi must be with her.

Song Huai Cen is indeed difficult to deal with, but strangely, he never makes trouble in his class. When he sleeps most of the time, he occasionally raises his head and flipsses his books. Qingzhi goes down to check the notes. When he stands in front of him, he will also give face to copy some key points towards PPT.

If Guan Yiren hadn't complained repeatedly, Qingzhi wouldn't realize that this classmate was a problem student.

There were many swear words, campus violence, skipping classes, and it is said that he had a lot of girlfriends, and those girlfriends even fought fiercely in the women's bathroom.

In short, it sounds amazing, and it doesn't look like Song Huaichen whom he saw at all.

I watched it in English class and I was really pretty good.

Just as I was thinking, the ringtone of the after-school service rang and my phone vibrated.

Qingzhi, who was still thinking, did not pay attention to the caller ID and answered: Hello, who?

It's me.A low and thick sound came from my ears, which was extremely magnetic.

It gives people a sense of stability and stability, fascinating.

It's Jiang Mianzhong.

The flying pigeons came back into their hearts.

Plop.

Qingzhi felt hot and said softly.

I'm at your school gate. Will there be any classes tonight?

He is here?

Qingzhi poked her head out and saw that there was indeed a black Mercedes-Benz parked outside the school gate not far from the window.

Qingzhi whispered: ...There is no class tonight.

Jiang Mianzhong was not surprised. Well, I know, I asked Grandma Fu last night, are you here to the door?

Qingzhi's voice was empty: Oh, I'll come.