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August 22, 2023 at 11:05 PM

Olhei para Qi Yan e gritei "MÃE". Essa criança precisa para de ser adulto e começar a ser um pouco egoísta. Foda-se.

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<h2 style="text-align: left;"> Chapter 18: I Won't Lie To You</h2>Source: https://www.jjwxc.net/onebook.php?novelid=3975255<div> Because she was not very close, Qi Yan couldn't see what the man in the photo looked like, and felt irritable for no reason, but it was obvious that Lu Zhiqiao did not intend to tell her. She was sensible and didn't ask any more questions. With Qi Yan's help, the house was cleaned up very quickly. This person insisted on doing all kinds of work, but Lu Zhiqiao refused. There was no reason to let her daughter's teacher wash the toilet at her home, so she just let her wipe the dust and dry the clothes. In the end, the two went downstairs with the trash together, selling what could be sold, and throwing away what could not be sold. The sky is high and the clouds are clear, the sun is warm on the body, but there is still a slight cool breeze piercing through the pores. The complex is full of withered and yellow leaves, which creak when stepped on, and the flowerbeds and sports facilities are covered with bedding. The two walked side by side, their shadows were stretched long and fused closely behind them. "Let's go upstairs to my place?" Qi Yan grabbed Zhiqiao's hands beside her and slowed down her pace. Lu Zhiqiao was taken aback, curled up her fingers, and asked in a low voice, "What are you doing?" Ordinary people would understand that this was asking what was the matter, but it sounded different to Qi Yan, she raised her lips and smiled coquettishly. Leaning over, she said in a very ambiguous tone: "Whatever it is, that you want." Her grasp suddenly tightened, and she felt the warmth in the delicate and smooth skin. Lu Zhiqiao blushed immediately, struggled lightly but did not break free, turned her head pretending to be calm, and ignored it. "Just kidding." Qi Yan said softly, "I have something to show you." She didn't believe it. "I'm not lying." "I have no one to lie to." Qi Yan swore viciously. **Qi Yan basically says that she's single, in the context that people tend to lie to their SOs, both bad and good lies. Lu Zhiqiao's face was sullen, but the corners of her mouth couldn't help but curl up a little, thinking it was funny. A dead leaf fluttered and fell on her head, she raised her hand and brushed it away, and after a long while said calmly: "Let me believe you."  There are only a few instances when she went to Qi Yan's house, and every one of them involved something serious, and every time she was taken advantage of. So much so that in Lu Zhiqiao's view, 902 is a wolves' den. But this time, as soon as she entered the door, she felt something was wrong. The wall behind the TV is empty, the art photo is gone. Lu Zhiqiao looks around while changing her shoes. Last time, she was too anxious about her daughter's condition to even pay attention, and she didn't know when the photo disappeared. She wanted to ask at first, but she gets teased by Qi Yan a lot and learned a lesson, so she swallowed her words, looked away, and pretended not to see. "What do you want to show me?" "Come with me." Qi Yan took her hand, entered the study, opened the curtains, and the golden sunlight from outside came in. The study room is not big, with a set of desks and chairs and a bookcase that occupies the entire wall. There is a movable clothes hanger next to it. When Lu Zhiqiao came in, she first saw the photo of the nude girl on the wall, and hurriedly looked away, and her eyes fell on the clothes hanger. There are all kinds of clothes hanging on the shelves, long skirts and short skirts, capes and suspenders, a little exposed here, and a blank piece there, none of which can completely cover the whole body. "I prepared it for you, and you will wear these for the filming." Qi Yan stretched out her slender fingers, picked out a red bikini, and stuck it in front of her, "How about this, does it look good?"  Bikinis have always been famous for their sexiness, and red is synonymous with unrestrained enthusiasm. The combination of the two is especially coquettish. This thing can barely cover the three jewels, which is equivalent to wearing nothing. Lu Zhiqiao is unfamiliar with these things. She has never worn a swimsuit since she was a child, let alone a bikini. She took a step back, avoiding the dazzling red, and looked at Qi Yan with a frown: "Didn't you say I can wear clothes?" "Bikinis are also clothes." Qi Yan smiled,  "Although they saved a little fabric..." "No." "You promised me." Lu Zhiqiao choked and frowned. If she didn't owe Qi Yan too much favor, she could refuse without hesitation, but now she has drawn a trap for herself, and it is hard to go back on her word. It is said that the debt of favor is hard to repay, and the debt she owes to Qi Yan is like a snowball, getting bigger and bigger. "Except for bikinis." She thought for a long time and insisted. Qi Yan gave in generously: "Okay." Lu Zhiqiao breathed a sigh of relief, feeling the heat on her face, and turned to go out, when suddenly she was hugged from behind, and the pleasant scent of shampoo rushed over, wrapped around the tip of her nose, and on the side of her ears Qi Yan's soft voice said, "I won't force you to do what you don't want to do. I'm already very satisfied that you agreed to be my model." After speaking, she kissed her earlobe flatteringly, and consciously let go. Lu Zhiqiao shivered, thoughts came to her, and her throat suddenly felt a little stuffy. … The weather continued to be sunny for many days, and the temperature rose slowly, with a faint tendency to break through 25 degrees, entering the warm early winter in the blink of an eye. Lu Wei has already returned to school for class. The little girl is well-behaved and honest. She took her mother's words to heart, didn't mention a word to her classmates, and didn't show excessive enthusiasm in Chinese class. Qi Yan, on the other hand, glances at Lu Wei intentionally or unintentionally during class, and always thinks about the child and her mother in the office when there is no class, and laughs when sitting alone, making colleagues around think that something good is going to happen to her, and teased her to send out her wedding candies. There is no class this afternoon, but there will be a meeting at 4:30, and the home room teachers of each class must be present. Qi Yan is bored sitting in the office. She has prepared her lesson plans, and finished reading a book, and she does not want to talk about husbands and children with other female teachers. So she decided to go on a patrol. Class 1-2 is in math class. They just finished the weekly test yesterday. Today they are reviewing the results on the test papers. The math teacher is Xu Shoukui*, a middle-aged uncle, tall and strong, with a thick voice that can be heard from far away.*shoe-show-kwey  "With the mid-term exam and two weekly exams, I have probably figured out your background. The average is very good, but there are always a few students who fail the exam!"  "Look, it's you, Lu Wei !" Xu Shoukui roared suddenly, his eyes as big as the bottom of wine bottles, he raised his finger to the girl sitting in the group next to the window, and then walked down like a gust of wind, picked up her test paper and showed it to the whole class— —The huge bright red 37 points are extremely eye-catching. "Such a simple question, with a score of 37, do you have a pig's brain?! I don't think pigs are as stupid as you!" " You go to school and learn, learn to be an egg! Go home and sleep! "He waved the test paper and threw it in front of the girl, gave her a hard look, before returning to the podium. The height of nearly 1.9* meters stood there like a thick wall. He patted the sleeve of the jacket, raised his chin slightly, and said in an extremely arrogant tone: "From today onwards, those who fail the math test will all squat by the podium to attend class."*6'3" The whole class was in an uproar. The little girl sat quietly, with her head buried very low, with her little baby-fat face burning red, and her shoulders trembling slightly. After a while, under the watchful eyes of everyone, she walked slowly to the edge of the podium, squatted down, wrapped her arms around her knees, and curled up into a ball. The back door of the classroom was open, Qi Yan leaned against the door in a daze, seeing everything clearly, no one noticed her. The hand hanging by her side was clenched into a fist, and the palm of the pinching was dull. There was anger boiling in her body, but she had to suppress it. If it was another teacher, she might be able to stop by consoling him, but Xu Shoukui... He is in his early fifties and is one of the oldest teachers in the attached middle school. Some of the parents of the children present were his students. He has a traditional and old-fashioned way of thinking, and he hates students with poor grades. He used to beat and scold students frequently, but now that times and the atmosphere are different. He is a little restrained, but still humiliates the children from time to time.  Among her colleagues, Xu Shoukui is also the most difficult to get along with. He always looks down on young teachers because of his seniority, and sometimes it is difficult to communicate. But she couldn't just watch. The school explicitly prohibits verbal and physical punishment of students, in case something happens to the child, no one can afford to be responsible. To a lesser extent, she, as the home room teacher, can't ignore the students in her class, not to mention that she is Lu Zhiqiao's daughter. She is not related by blood, but has affection. It is her selfishness... Qi Yan took a deep breath, raised her hand and knocked on the back door, with a slight smile on her lips: "Mr. Xu, excuse me, is it convenient for you to come out?" Dozens of eyes turned around, and the boy playing with the mobile phone in the back row was scared out of his wits, and hurriedly stuffed it into the drawer. Xu Shoukui also looked over, raised his chin, but went out through the front door and stood motionless in the corridor. Qi Yan was too lazy to argue with him, walked two steps over, lowered her voice and said, "Mr. Xu, I know that you have strict requirements on your students. Now there are not many experienced and responsible teachers like you..." She started with flattery. "...these children have just transitioned from elementary school to junior high school, and they may not be able to adapt to it for a while. As teachers, we should be more patient. If a child makes a mistake, it is understandable for you to reprimand, but corporal punishment is not appropriate." "And, if something happens to the child, it would be difficult to explain it to the parents.” Although she spoke tactfully and thoughtfully, her eyes were always cold, and her smile was even less visible. She made up her mind that if Xu Shoukui didn't listen, she would tear herself apart from him today and protect Lu Wei. As the saying goes, first the courtesy and then the army,* she's never been afraid of the seniors, who will be afraid of this bad old man? *if peace talks fail, then goes the fist Xu Shoukui's face turned green and pale, obviously dissatisfied with Qi Yan's interference in his teaching, but he stretched out his hand not to slap the smiling person, at least he wanted to give the teacher some face, so he smiled bluntly and said, "You have a point, he he."  For Qi Yan's sake, Xu Shoukui asked Lu Wei to go back to her seat, pretending that he hadn't said anything just now, and continued with the class. ... After the meeting, just after five o'clock, the sun slowly sank to the west, and the sky appeared slightly dark. There were only three classes in the afternoon of the first and second grades, and it was already past the end of school time, and almost all the students on duty had left. The whole South Teaching Building was quiet and empty. Qi Yan came out of the office, passed through the empty corridor, and was about to go down the stairs when she suddenly saw a girl in school uniform and ponytail squatting in the corner, which looked familiar to her. "Lu Wei?" The little girl squatted by the wall and cried, her body twitched, and she raised her head when she heard the sound. Her face was covered with tears, her eyes and nose were flushed. "Ms. Qi..." She choked up and stood up. Qi Yan's heart trembled, she frowned, and hurriedly stepped forward to hug her: "What's the matter?" Brushed the broken hair on the girl's forehead, and wiped her tears with her hands, "Don't cry, don't cry, who bullied you? Tell me." Lu Wei was about to speak, sobbing, when the cell phone she had been holding in her hand vibrated—it was her mother's call. She stopped sobbing instantly, cleared her throat with two coughs, and then connected: "Mom..." It was difficult to hide the crying voice, and it was even more impossible to restrain her gasping, so she bit her lip tightly. But she was still exposed. "It's okay, I accidentally bumped my head just now, it hurts." "Yeah, I will." "Okay." "Goodbye, Mom..." 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