The music class was taken over again

It must have just been ripped off.

If there are no buttons, the clothes will open if you don't pay attention, which is very embarrassing.

Yan Ze would never allow this kind of disfigurement to happen: "Do you have any other clothes? Change them."

Qiao Zheng: "Not anymore."

"Do you have class later?"

"There is a section."

"You just go to class like this?" Yan Ze thought, it's outrageous.

"I didn't do it on purpose, it was an accident. You also saw that the terrible woman just tore it off for me."

"Come to my office."

Qiao Zheng followed and came to my office. She repeated in her heart and thought, why do leaders like to say this sentence, is it great to have an office?

Last time she went to the director's office to do ideological education, what is she going to do this time.

Yan Ze's desk is very tidy, folders, test papers and homework books are placed squarely, there are porcelain cups and tea leaves on the table, other than that, there are no other personal items.

Yan Ze was flipping through the drawer, and the same in the drawer, official seals, carbon paper, ink, and pens were all placed in an orderly manner.

She found a plastic box, and even took out a white button and needle and thread from it!

Qiaozheng felt that Miejue Shitai's personality was about to collapse.

She thought the other party was the kind of person who would buy a bunch of shirts of the same style, wear them out and throw them away!

"Can you sew?" Yan Ze looked at her and said, although this is a question, but from her mouth, it feels like "you can't sew".

Really, Qiao Zheng said, "No."

Yan Ze picked up the needle and thread by himself: "Then I will sew for you."

Qiao Zheng let out an oh and began to take off her clothes, half revealing her round and smooth shoulders.

Yan Ze turned pale with shock: "What are you doing?"

Qiaozheng looked blank: "Aren't you going to help me sew? I'll take off the clothes and give them to you."

Yan Ze sternly reprimanded: "People come into my office at any time, you are not afraid of being seen."

Qiao Zheng laughed dryly: "I thought they would all knock on the door."

"Come here a little bit."

Qiao Zheng's upper body leaned forward.

Yan Ze smelled a faint fragrance from her body, which didn't smell like perfume, but like shampoo.

Her face was flushed red, and she forced herself to keep her focus on nothing but screen her distracting thoughts. If she wanted to move the needle later, she would hurt someone if she didn't pay attention.

Qiao Zheng was watching Yan Ze threading the needle, holding one end of the thread, aiming at the eye of the needle, and going in as soon as it was threaded.

She was a little surprised that Qiaozheng also went through the needle, and she had to twist the thread several times each time. Looking at the eye of the needle, her eyes widened and her mind was at ease. Her eyes are watery.

Yan Ze was so powerful, he slipped in with a light touch, but his eyes were still half closed, with ease.

Math teachers are meticulous people, Qiao Zheng sighed.

After Yan Ze finished threading the needle, he pulled Qiao Zheng's collar, and Qiao Zheng leaned forward along with her.

If Yan Ze wanted to sew buttons for her, he had to see certain places, where the soft and fragrant soft jade rose and fell together.

She gripped Qiaozheng's clothes tightly, fixed the button to its original position bravely, and pricked it down with a needle.

Yan Ze lowered her head when she was threading the needle, her short hair hung down and scattered on Qiao Zheng's chest. She was itchy from being tied by Yan Ze's hair, and her heart was also itchy, as tiny furry legs of insects crawled across her heart.

Through the touch of the hair, she knew that Yan Ze's hair was relatively hard and thick, but it was smooth. The sun reflected on the top of the head, forming irregular and ever-changing silver spots.

Qiao Zheng really couldn't imagine that not long ago she was sitting in the same position receiving ideological education, and now she was sitting here enjoying such treatment.

Yan Ze's eyes were very focused, probably because of the needle in his hand.Yan Ze herself is also extremely careful, she is so close to Qiao Zheng, she can even see the fine pores on her skin, her skin is so good, smooth as pure milk, with a faint fruity scent, such a thin skin The tender meat is also more sensitive to pain than others.

It is not difficult to sew a button, and Yan Ze solved it in less than 2 minutes.She gave a final tug to the buttons she had just sewn on, and they were strong enough not to fall off.

Qiao Zheng's eyes were crooked with a smile, and it was the only time that Yan Ze didn't see cunning in her pair of beautiful pupils.

"Thank you!" Qiao Zheng looked down at the stitches on the buttons, they were densely packed, strong and beautiful.

"You can fasten it now." Yan Ze found that she was still unbuttoned, revealing a large white chest.

Qiao Zheng smiled embarrassingly: "I forgot."

Yan Ze glared at her angrily, and really wanted to say something about why you are so shameless, but she held back when she got to her mouth, and she never scolded her for being shameless even to her own students, forget it, forget it, Qiao Zheng For a demon girl of the same level, her words must go in the left ear and out the right ear.

Qiaozheng accepted Master Miejue's kindness, and got more and more insatiable. She looked around in the office, couldn't sit properly, and couldn't stand properly, like a child with ADHD.

Director Yan suddenly felt that the students in her class were so well-behaved and hard-working that she couldn't save money any more. There were two people like Qiao Zheng in her class, and she would definitely want to resign every minute.

Yan Ze originally wanted to calm down and approve homework, but when he lowered his head, he couldn't see Qiao Zheng, but there was always a gust of fragrant wind blowing back and forth.

She was so upset that she even misread the answer and gave several students wrong grades.

It had rarely happened before, and she could not forgive herself for her carelessness.

Qiao Zheng was leaning on the window sill, fiddling with the succulents on it. It was Irish mint, pink-green, plump, and the leaves looked like elongated hearts.There is also a tree in her office, the variety is Alba silk, flesh-colored, light pink with a little mist, like a gentle and quiet pink rose.

She took care of her succulent pink, like a fresh and cute little doll. Teacher Yan's one was obviously raised by her stepmother. The window of the office is always open, and the succulent is placed on the window sill, and it has fallen a little. A layer of gray, the original green can not be seen for a long time.

When Qiaozheng touched it just now, his finger was covered with dust. The dust was wiped off, revealing its original color, which contrasted sharply with the surrounding dust.

If you don't take good care of it, this cute little succulent will die.

Yan Ze put on the test paper for a while, then turned around and saw Qiao Zheng bending over to play with something, looking very leisurely, with one leg supporting her body, the other leg on the toe, her buttocks wrapped in a short skirt sticking out.

"What are you doing?"

Qiao Zheng turned around, holding the pot of dying succulents in her hand.

"I'm going to die!" Qiao Zheng widened her eyes and looked very angry.

Yan Ze: "Where are you itching? Are you allergic?"

Qiao Zheng rolled her eyes: "I said you're going to raise it to death."

Only then did Yan Ze let out a blunt sigh, and said casually: "It was given to me by a student, who said it has a strong vitality, so don't worry about it if you put it aside, it won't die."

"..."

"It has been raised for more than a month, and it has been kept there. I don't see any changes, and it doesn't bloom."

Qiao Zheng's face was full of black lines: "Who told you it would bloom."

Yan Ze was stunned for a moment, and said, "I don't know, I guessed."

Qiao Zheng hated this person who didn't know how to pity and cherish jade: "Then you should at least water it."

Yan Ze didn't feel guilty: "Isn't it easy to raise, I don't know, I just put one there."

Qiao Zheng couldn't bear to put such a cute little plant here: "Let me raise it for you."

Yan Ze didn't care too much: "Take it."

Qiao Zheng touched Yan Ze's cup again: "What kind of tea is this?"

"Black tea." Concise and concise.

"Tsk tsk, why do you look like a retired civil servant?" Qiaozheng felt that her life had entered the aging process ahead of schedule.The thermos she uses is the kind of double-glazed glass, and the outer layer is a golden welcoming pine.

Such a clichéd cup, Qiao Zheng complained inwardly, isn't this a style commonly used by men in their 50s and [-]s?

Sure enough, not everyone can be a leader. A 30-year-old like Yang Leqian certainly cannot be a leader.

The leader has to drink tea instead of coffee, can't wear shiny nail polish, can't match clothes with more than three colors, and has to use an old-fashioned thermos.

From this point of view, it was the right decision for her to take away Director Yan's succulents. Yan Ze is the leader, and the leader's office should have vicissitudes of welcoming pine, elegant and quiet rich bamboo, and beautiful evergreen. Cute and succulent, this is not in line with the leadership's temperament.

Yan Ze, who was despised, didn't refute her, and sat down and continued to put on the test paper. She was very good at cold treatment, and she would not speak if she could not speak.

Qiaozheng remembered that she still had little green tangerines in her place. Yang Leqian bought a box from the Internet and shared some with her. The little green tangerines were actually new wine in old bottles, but they also became an Internet celebrity viciously. The citrus fruit is used as the shell, and the pulp can be removed to put it into black tea or Pu'er tea. After drying, it becomes a small round tangerine.

"Moisturize the intestines and detoxify, invigorate the spleen and regulate qi." Qiao Zheng, like a salesman, pushed a small green tangerine with palace pearls in green packaging to Yan Ze.

The packaging box is simple and exquisite, and the whole body is green. She said: "I have never drunk this."

"Then you can change the taste in the future. I gave it to you. You have to remember my goodness."

Yan Ze looked up at her, there seemed to be gentle ripples rippling from the corner of her mouth, the tense muscles on her face were moistened by invisible water patterns, making her more clean and delicate, even her whole body was like a tight bow Relax.

"I remember."

Qiao Zheng just laughed, she still had a kind of childish smile, the corners of her mouth were pulled to the ears, and her big white teeth were all exposed.

Yan Ze thought that for such a beautiful girl, every expression must be tense, because no matter how beautiful a person is, there will be blind spots.

Many beautiful women always remember to smile without showing their teeth, or they cover their mouths with their hands.

She is fine.

Qiao Zheng said badly, "Are you considered corrupt..."

"If your thing is worth 5000 yuan, then take it back, it has already constituted bribery." Yan Ze said solemnly.

"Wrong, the crime of accepting bribes refers to the behavior of state employees taking advantage of their positions to extort property from others and seek benefits for others. If you want to charge the city with a crime, you have to seek some benefits for me." Qiao Zheng followed Baidu Encyclopedia and used standard mandarin.

Yan Ze didn't want to quibble anymore, the test paper was only half finished, she was sitting in a grand posture, looking up at Qiao Zheng who looked like a flower and butterfly: "I haven't finished grading the paper yet."

Qiao Zheng smiled, hugged her beloved Xiao Tuorou, twisted her waist and hips, and walked away.

In fact, she didn't twist her waist on purpose, but her hip-wrapping skirt outlined the outline, and when she raised her legs and set her feet up and down, she moved up and down. In Yan Ze's eyes, she was deliberately showing off.