The music class was taken over again

Qiaozheng stood there blankly, thinking to herself, why did she move away so quickly without telling herself.

She took the hand of the landlord who was about to close the door: "Then do you know where she moved?"

The landlady smiled apologetically: "I don't know about that."

Qiao Zheng thanked her, and said dully, "Okay."

According to the traditional Chinese concept, one must first buy a house in order to start a family. Did Mr. Yan buy a house to prepare for a family?

She was walking on the way back to school, with mixed feelings, thinking about some things, such as what to do if a little boy lives in Teacher Yan's house, isn't it the popular little wolf dog now!

Yan Ze came to this city to work, and she already has a long-term plan to settle down. Young people yearn for big cities and even go abroad. Almost all her former classmates are in first- and second-tier cities. Even though the work looks bright, the pressure of life is often only I know.

The prefecture-level city to which the small town belongs is about to usher in important international conferences, and housing prices have soared, nearly 2 yuan per square meter. In contrast, the pressure of life in this small place where no one cares about is much less.

Because she is usually busy with work, she doesn't want to spend too much time on decoration, so she bought a second-hand house of about [-] square meters through an intermediary. It is more than enough for her to live with her mother, and the family keeps all the furniture. After downloading, you don’t have to reset it yourself, which is very worry-free.

Seeing the well-organized new home, Mama Yan said, "I'm going back now that you've settled down here."

Yan Ze paused: "Why do you want to go back again, just live here with me."

"Not here, small place." Yan's mother used to live in the provincial capital, and there were thousands of people dancing in the square. She felt that it was meaningless for dozens of people to dance together in this community.

"When I go back, it's cold in winter and hot in summer. Isn't the climate here along the coast better than that over there?"

"I'll come here after the winter vacation. I'm going back to see my old sisters."

Yan Ze suddenly thought of the dog: "By the way, Mom, you are gone, what about Mr. Qiao's dog?"

Yan's mother thought for a while: "You just let her live in. It's too deserted to live in such a big house by yourself."

"Are you really not going to stay for a few days?"

"No stay, no stay. I have already booked the tickets." Yan's mother actually started to pack her clothes.

Nian Gao jumped off the sofa and slowly came to Mama Yan's side, raised her moist black bean eyes, and rubbed her trouser legs reluctantly.

Mother Yan hugged the rice cake on her lap and kissed its head: "Just let Xiao Qiao live in."

Yan Ze raised his eyes lazily: "I will collect her rent."

Yan's mother: "You are not being kind, a colleague."

"It's useless. Why live here for nothing? Either pay the rent, or wash, cook, mop the floor and do the dishes for me." Yan Ze was determined.

Qiao Zheng was still walking up and down in front of the director's office. There was a chemistry teacher on duty in the evening self-study of the second class, but the students knew that Master Miejue was not at home today, and his behavior was much more outrageous than usual.

It is rare for Yan Ze to be away from school for a whole day. Even if she really has something to do today, she is still worried at night, and always feels that if she is not there, the children will make a big fuss.

The first thing to do when you go back is to check the monitoring.

I didn't know what was going on this morning, so I suddenly called Qiao Zheng to let her go to the self-study class. It would be nice if Qiao Zheng didn't bring the whole class to hold a debate meeting.

She started to watch half an hour after making the phone call. Qiaozheng entered the classroom through the front door. She was dressed reasonably, without any bare shoulders, legs, and back.

Yan Ze gradually frowned. At first, the class was doing well, and everyone was immersed in the problems, but as soon as Qiao Zheng entered, a dozen heads immediately raised up, and their eyes were bright.

Because Qiao Zheng was facing the classmates, the surveillance could only capture her back.

She stood on the podium and made a lot of body movements. At this time, Qiao Zheng might be talking.

Then almost everyone in the class raised their heads, except for Zhou Xiu and Jiang Huan, who kept their ears shut.

Everyone is not just staring, there are various expressions on their faces. Looking at the effect in the state of Heiyou's voice, any change in expression will appear particularly exaggerated.

Yan Ze even felt that 90.00% of the class he led were mentally retarded!Some girls were originally pretty and handsome, but they grinned on the surveillance, like big monkeys.

She saw that Qiao Zheng's body moved more, and the surveillance camera took a profile view, and she could see her jaw moving up and down, probably speaking, or loudly.

Wait, she can't be singing!

Thinking of this, Miejue Shitai couldn't contain her anger anymore.

And Qiao Zheng bumped into the muzzle of the gun. She saw the lights in the office, and excitedly went to visit the door. As a result, she met Teacher Shangyan's dark eyes, and a terrible storm was brewing inside.

Qiao Zheng froze in place, what did I do wrong?

"Did you sing in class today?" Yan Ze looked at her closely.

This question confused Qiao Zheng for a while, singing, what song to sing?She didn't understand what the leader meant, and thought she didn't manage the discipline well, so she just said, what's the point of singing?

"No...no? What song are you singing?" She looked at a loss

"Come and watch the surveillance yourself." Yan Ze knocked on the table.

Qiao Zheng's heart skipped a beat, and she walked over on catwalks, not daring to make a sound.

Surveillance is more impactful than the pictures of real experience. There is no sound, and you can only see a group of mentally retarded people making emoticons.

Qiaozheng saw that her movements were also very exaggerated. Sometimes she tiptoed suddenly, as if she was about to jump up. She was glad that her back was facing the monitor.

Yan Zeshen asked, "What did you tell them?"

"I... I told them, keep your feet on the ground, study hard, be neither arrogant nor impetuous, and win the college entrance examination!" Qiao Zheng nodded heavily, with a positive expression on her face.

Yan Ze tapped the screen with his finger: "Why don't I believe it, look at the reaction in the class, I'm afraid you told a joke!"

Qiaozheng thought to herself, how do I know how you teach your students? When I say a word, they laugh like mentally retarded people.

"I didn't. I told them, but no one listened to me." Qiao Zheng was aggrieved.

Yan Ze turned off the surveillance camera, and suddenly his voice softened: "Forget it, I shouldn't have let you go, the more I control the more the more chaotic it will be."

"I'm going to find you tonight." Qiao Zheng suddenly looked at her steadily, waiting for her to explain.

Hearing this, Teacher Yan raised his head, and the two looked at each other.

"I moved away." She said lightly.

Qiaozheng continued for her: "Have you bought a house?"

Yan Ze was taken aback for a moment, then nodded.

"The landlord told me..." Qiao Zheng didn't know what to say, and the atmosphere was a little awkward for a while.

She suddenly thought of rice cakes: "I miss rice cakes, so I went to your house, but you are no longer here."

Only then did Yan Ze look apologetic: "I'm busy today, so I forgot to tell you."

"Oh, by the way, my mother will go, do you want to live with me?"

Qiaozheng thought she was dreaming or hearing hallucinations, but her words were hazy, like through the thick fog, as if the fairy sister had made a promise in her ear, which made her dare not take it seriously.

"The rent is two thousand." Yan Ze's tone was not negotiable.

It really wasn't a dream.She suddenly fell from the fairy pond in the sky into the quagmire of the world.

Talking about money hurts feelings.

Qiao Zheng pouted angrily: "I can't afford it."

How much is her monthly salary, how can she have the money to pay two thousand rent.

"Clean the room, wash the dishes and cook for me. No rent." Yan Ze narrowed his eyes and leaned half of his body on the back of the chair, like an unscrupulous profiteer trying to trick poor Cinderella.

"All right, all right..." Qiao Zheng lowered her head pretending to be irritated, but in fact, the moment she lowered her eyes, there was a flash of light in her eyes.Cleaning the room, doing laundry and cooking, isn't that what a little wife should do, eh?

She is trying her best to cover up, to show the appearance of "I am reluctant to do so", and must not let Teacher Yan see that she is always thinking of entering the room.

"Then when will I move there?" Qiao Zheng pretended to be indifferent.

"up to you."

"I haven't seen my rice cakes for a week. I'll go there tonight, is it convenient?" She used the rice cakes as a shield, saying that it wasn't that I wanted to go, but that I had to go because of the rice cakes.

Yan Ze glanced at her in confusion, and said two words calmly: "It's convenient."

In fact, her heart is not at peace. She is not used to living under the same roof with someone who is neither relative nor relative, sharing each other's lives, but at this time she can't say no, she doesn't want to admit it, there is still a secret in her heart Expectation is similar to desire, like seeds under the mud, once the darkness is broken, they will grow wildly.

Yan Ze ignored this subtle thought and settled down: "Let's go back together tonight."

She doesn't seem to be in the mood for work anymore. From now on, she will live with a playwright, and after returning, she must make an appointment with her for three chapters.

For example, you can’t wear revealing clothes in the living room, you can’t wear smelly nail polish in the room, you can’t order takeaway, you must go to bed at [-] o’clock in the evening, you can’t take people home overnight, etc.

Qiao Zheng stood up with her legs crossed, and said softly, "I'll go back and pack my things."

When Qiaozheng went back, she felt like she was walking on clouds, erratically, and went back to open the closet. She found the light purple suspender ice silk pajamas, which had the effect of gathering the breasts. The white material was thin and transparent, and the light gauze It is swaying, but this dress is not yet a sexy and mature style. The white silk, the beads and flowers on the chest all have a kind of pure and sweet, the short sleeves with ruffles, taking advantage of her milk-like skin, Like a princess raised in the royal family at the age of seventeen or eighteen.

That's right, whoever says I'm a coquettish bitch, I'm that pure and unpretentious little princess.

She touched the delicate lace on it, and her smile gradually changed.