The music class was taken over again

His hand was grasped at once, Qiao Zheng was so small and delicate that he couldn't wrap his hand, but he held it very tightly.

It was hard for her to break free anymore. Gradually, their body temperature passed to each other, and her own hands were as warm as Qiao Zheng's.

Qiaozheng took her to a western restaurant. Once she entered, it was like stepping into another world. The hustle and bustle of the night market was completely isolated, the faint fragrance lingered on her nose, and the music flowed on her lips.Looking at the furnishings and menu, you can know that this is a high-end consumption place.

Most of the customers come in pairs, some are two young girlfriends, some are couples in their twenties.

In the dimly lit corner, some couples even made some small gestures of intimacy under the table.

Teacher Yan was dumbfounded, the boy's hand touched the girl's thigh!

There are two sitting next to each other, with their hands on each other's buttocks!

The boldness of the lovers exceeded Teacher Yan's tolerance, and her eyes felt a little uncomfortable.

Qiao Zheng also saw it, and joked, "Look, those young couples in our school are so pure when they fall in love."

Yan Ze showed the look of the grade director: "If anyone dares to do this in school, wait and get a demerit."

In fact, she didn't say that the young couples in the school may not be like this. She just came to No. [-] Middle School and thought the children here were quite simple. She had been the honorary director of a private high school in the provincial capital for half a year. What kind of monsters and ghosts are there? Both.

Qiaozheng continued: "Aren't you envious?"

As she asked, she poked Teacher Yan's waist with her finger.

The waist and eyes are a sensitive place, and Yan Ze was so shocked when she poked her. For the sake of burden and character design, she gritted her teeth and endured the electric shock-like feeling.

If you are molested, go back to molesting.

"I don't have anything to envy, but you, don't look at evil. I can see that your eyes are straight. You ask me because you really want it."

The siege failed, and his own city fell instead. Qiao Zheng couldn't say a word, and the blood rushed to his forehead.

shameless.

It is said that if you hurt an enemy, you will hurt yourself by eight hundred. When Qiao Zheng speaks, her heart beats faster and her cheeks get hot. After all, she is flirting with the person she likes.

And this prudish people's teacher said such things without blushing.

Clothes and beasts are also.

A waiter in a white shirt and black vest came over with a menu and asked them what they wanted.

Although Qiaozheng said that she wanted to treat her, Yan Ze was still ready to pay the bill. Today is the 28th, and she is not sure how much salary the moonlight girl in front of her has left.

Today's Moonlight Girl looks very ostentatious, she only picks expensive things, even Yan Ze is terrified for her.

Qiao Zheng wanted to drink, but Yan Ze stopped her: "It's too late, stop drinking."

"It's just wine, just drink a little." Qiao Zheng said, raising a finger.

Yan Ze looked at the slender and white fingers swaying slightly, and the second knuckle swayed slightly upwards.

She flickered, as if the lighting, the wallpaper, the bar, and the waiters walking around were all out of balance.

Why did her eyes start to blur before she started drinking?

Qiao Zheng's little head was still galloping, and it had come off the reins, and he couldn't even pull it back.

She thought, wine is a good thing. Throughout the ages, there are many anecdotes about wine being strong and cowardly, and wine being a sex matchmaker.

People who are no longer abstinent, after drinking strong alcohol, their stomachs are warmed, their hearts are burned, and their people become hot.

With her little thoughts, Qiao Zheng kept pouring wine for Teacher Yan.

With a stimulating mood, she watched the transparent purple-red liquid twist into streams and flow into the transparent goblet, and the mellow aroma hit her nostrils.

The color of the wine is concentrated and mellow, and the dark liquid has a dangerous taste, which is in contrast to Teacher Yan's pale and clean face.

People's physiques are different. Some people are easy to put on their faces, and some people drink alcohol as easily as water. She belongs to the former. In order to prevent her face from getting red, Qiao Zheng put on makeup today, and her cheeks were already flushed red Yes, it is not easy to show color after drinking alcohol.

But Teacher Yan didn't wear any makeup. Teacher Qiao automatically added two round plateau reds to Teacher Yan, thinking about that ecstasy scene.

The other party sipped slowly and calmly drank the wine she poured, and there were five or six glasses back and forth.

Qiao Zheng observed secretly, and Teacher Yan's expression didn't change at all.

Her skin looked as thin as a piece of white paper. She didn't expect to drink so much, but she didn't get the slightest blush. On the contrary, her face was already hot and her head was dizzy.

Yan Ze noticed Qiao Zheng's strangeness, a faint pink color came out from her fair skin, and her lips were even more bright red, like a piece of tempting cherry cream cake.

She thought, if there was a boy sitting in her seat today, this night would be a restless night.

Yan Ze reached out and touched Qiao Zheng's face, it was warm.

Qiao Zheng saw that her face had been touched, and not to be outdone, she immediately touched it back.

However, Teacher Yan's purpose is pure, and her purpose is indeed to gain profit. Teacher Yan retracted her hand just to test the temperature, and removed her cup by the way: "You better stop drinking."

Qiao Zheng's eyes were blurred, with a hint of drunkenness. The alcohol content was not high, and she could not drink too much to get drunk. However, under the dim and floating light, Teacher Yan's face became ambiguous. It is still indifferent, but it is rendered with a touch of affection by the lights.

Qiaozheng knew that touching the face was learned, and it should not be too heavy, otherwise it would be a slap in the face, and the light should be controlled within a certain range, otherwise it would be like scratching an itch, without emotion.

If it is said that Mr. Yan is a calm lake with no waves, it is finally stirred up by a little ripple.

She swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and there were blue veins on her slender neck.

Qiao Zheng's heart was greatly stimulated, and the dormant things in her body began to twitch restlessly, as if a new sprout had broken through the ground.

This atmosphere is really fucking good.

However, it is bold to flirt, but it is not daring to confess.