The music class was taken over again

Yan Ze said lightly, "Are you okay?"

Teacher Qiao: "Not good! Very bad!"

Yan Ze apologized insincerely: "I'm sorry, I interrupted you just now, I...do you want me to compensate you for one?"

Qiao Zheng has no shortage of lipstick, she has three thousand in the harem, so she said generously: "No need, how can I make Director Yan spend money."

Yan Ze's face was light, without apology at all, and there was a trace of guilt in her heart. She looked at the color of that lipstick, and silently wrote it down, planning to buy a new one for Teacher Qiao.

Qiao Zheng said no, it was because the two of them didn't know each other well, and they didn't deal with each other. Looking at her expression, it still hurts her heart.

That little frown.

But Director Yan didn't know that women's lipstick is a science, pink and pink are different, red and red are also different.

She thought that if she remembered that it was an orange lipstick, she would be able to buy an identical orange lipstick.

Qiao Zheng stared at Director Yan angrily, that's what happens when the characters don't fit.

She felt that her endocrine had been disturbed.

Only then did Yan Ze think of the business, and put on a superior attitude of the grade director: "Oh, Teacher Qiao, I want to discuss something with you."

The oppressed high school party dared not speak out, but Teacher Qiao dared to speak: "Director Yan, what imperial edict do you want to issue?"

Yan Ze stared at her and said, "I wonder if the biweekly music class can be stopped for a while, so Teacher Qiao doesn't have to work hard."

Qiao Zheng quickly laughed: "It's not hard work, it's hard work, Director Yan is the hardest."

Yan Ze's eyes wandered up and down on Qiao Zheng's body. If it weren't for her clean and indifferent eyes, Qiao Zheng would really think that she was taking advantage of him.

Yan Ze hesitated to speak, but Qiao Zheng said, "Is there anything else Director Yan can do?"

Yan Zeqing coughed, and the first time he spoke was not as forceful as before: "Mr. Qiao, can you not wear...shorts, neckline and back...can you not be so wide in school... from now on?"

Dressing up is a personal matter. Teacher Qiao is not a student, and there is no relationship between them. Yan Ze took another step back: "Of course I am not qualified to ask you, but I just hope that Teacher Qiao pays attention to dressing."

Qiao Zheng plausibly said: "Is there any rule in the school rules that teachers are not allowed to wear shorts and deep v-necks?"

Seeing Yan Ze's face, Qiao Zheng wanted to argue, so she had to say something back, even though she could listen to Yan Ze.

Yan Ze smiled: "The school rules are changed every five years, and this year happens to be the fifth year. Don't worry, I am also responsible for revising the school rules. I will add this one."

Qiaozheng bit her lips in anger. This was her habitual action when she was angry and unable to vent her anger. She looked like an aggrieved and pitiful little daughter-in-law, and she could be called a straight man.

It's a pity that Director Yan is not a straight man, she turned a blind eye to this and left like a gust of wind.

Qiao Zheng was left heartbroken at the half of the lipstick.

Although Teacher Qiao is a woman with a "lusty" heart, she spends a good night with Queen Pink today, has a good time with Mrs. Red tomorrow, and is lingering with Concubine Orange the day after tomorrow.

Now that the orange noble concubine has passed away, Teacher Qiao is also very sad.

She really likes this milky orange color, especially in summer. The orange red is full of vitality and enthusiasm. It is another kind of delicate and smooth milk, and the subtle matte texture complements her porcelain-like skin.

Teacher Qiao was sad for less than three seconds, opened Vipshop and began to choose a concubine, thinking about whether to choose a Jiangnan girl holding an oil-paper umbrella today, or a Saibei girl who came riding a horse.

Unfortunately, the treasury is empty and pockets are thin.

The matter of choosing a concubine had to be put aside.

How can I spend half a month with a Pomeranian for 500 yuan?

Thinking of the little Pomeranian at home who was waiting to be fed, Teacher Qiao's heart softened, and she was also a little worried.

Yan Ze didn't forget about the lipstick, even though it was in Mrs. Qiao's hands, she could blame the flower peacock for shaking too much.

Yan Ze still felt sorry in his heart, according to Hua Peacock's temperament, he would definitely have to embarrass himself with this matter in the future, so he might as well spend a few pennies to settle this grievance.

She found Qiao Zheng's phone number from the school's teacher address book.

Yan Ze is used to making quick decisions, if something can be done within 1 minute, he will definitely not procrastinate.Whether she wants to face it or not.

"Hi, hello, Mr. Qiao, I'm Yan Ze. I'm very sorry I broke your lipstick today, so I want to ask what brand your lipstick is, and I'll buy you one."

As soon as the call was connected, Yan Ze explained everything at a very fast speed.

Qiao Zheng was in a daze, listening to the female voice over there.

It's full of dislikes of "say what you have to say, and let the fart go, I don't want to talk to you about the Bichi theory".

"Oh...that...it's Director Yan, haha." Qiao Zheng didn't know what to say for a moment, she was still in a daze.

Yan Ze didn't want to talk nonsense with her, so he repeated it coldly: "What brand is it?"

Qiao Zheng's eyeballs rolled around, flashing a sly light, it seemed that Yue Bomei's food was in full supply this month.

"That... Director Yan, I want to discuss with you, can I exchange it for cash?"

Yan Ze frowned: "What do you want to do?"

Qiao Zheng smiled: "This month's salary hasn't been paid yet, I'm a little shy."

Yan Ze MMP: "Okay."

Qiao Zheng seemed to be unhappy if she didn't provoke Director Yan: "In the era of quality education, who cares about us teachers who teach music and body beauty? The salary is low and there is no extra money. How can we compare with you super teachers..."

Yan Ze hung up the phone.

"Today the mayor treats guests, and tomorrow the boss stuffs red envelopes...Hello, hello?"

Yan Ze sent a text message instead, and the content was still concise and to the point: Alipay account number.

Qiaozheng looked at it, put her fingers on her lower lip, and thought, will she really give me money?

In fact, she said on the phone that if Director Yan refuses, she will not bother, isn't it just a lipstick, she is not so stingy, okay?

Try it.

The third second after Qiao Zheng replied.

She received a transfer.

500 yuan!

Actually... In fact, her lipstick is not that expensive.

Do you want to return her two hundred and five?

Director Yan saw that he was a happy person who bought things without haggling, and paid for the goods with one hand, and even added in a smart way, "Don't look for it!"

For some reason, Mr. Qiao conjured up the image of a rich woman who is stupid and rich.

She felt that Director Yan, as a special-grade teacher who had worked in a key school in the provincial capital, must have been poached here by a lot of money. She is also the grade director and the math teacher of the experimental class, so she must inevitably be invited to dinner, receive red envelopes, and buy things. stuck.

It's not like a low-level little teacher like her who is not valued.

Teacher Qiao walked home depressed.

A familiar black appeared in front of his eyes.

Qiao Zheng froze for a moment.

Yan Ze straightened her back and walked quickly, as if two gusts of wind whizzed past her.

Qiao Zheng looked at her legs, yo, they are quite long.

Qiao Zheng likes to compare legs, length, shape, and whiteness with others.

Director Yan was wearing jeans that were neither too fat nor too thin. His legs were straight, but they were wrapped in trousers. He couldn't tell whether his legs were beautiful or not, and he didn't know whether they were white or not. They were just quite long, as if they were longer than his own.