Ghosts and gods do not enter the door

Guan Yi smiled, with a hint of acknowledgment, and said, "Yes, that's what I said."

Li Baoen nodded and said: "Mr. Qin, I have finished what I have to say. If you have any questions, you can...you can come to my office after work to find me. If I'm not here, you can leave a message." Article."

Guan Yi patted Li Baoen's shoulder and said, "Cheng, if you have any good work, you can find me too."

Li Baoen smiled meaningfully, looked at Ding Mu with regret in his eyes, and nodded at Ding Mu: "I'll take a step first."

Looking at Li Baoen's back, Ding Mu felt a tightness in his throat.

On his waist, there still seems to be the warmth of Guan Yi's big hands, with a burning tingling sensation, like a feather rubbing, teasing, teasing at the nerve endings, setting off bursts of nerve fluctuations and the secretion of dopamine .

"Brother, what did you two just say?" Cheng Suxiang looked at the two who were always lost in thought, and felt that he was becoming less and less existential.

"It's nothing." Guan Yi shook his head, and glanced at Ding Mu unconsciously. At this moment, Ding Mu lowered his head and didn't know what he was looking at, so he gave him a chance to look at this person with confidence and boldness.

The hair is thin and soft, and it looks like the kind of person who often breaks the hair. The hair is black and dense, with a touch of luster.

Always tempted him to touch and touch.

Being so provoked by Li Baoen, he always felt that he was a little strange. No need for others to tell him, he himself felt that the way he looked at Ding Mu was not right.

Not to mention whether Ding Mu could accept it or not, he himself couldn’t accept it—the main reason was that he had never seen such a thing since he was a child. He has never believed it.

Until he saw those eyes.

Brown, pure, clear, a beautiful color he had never seen in his life.

So I saw it, I remembered it, and I couldn’t forget it even if I wanted to.

Cheng Suxiang consciously squeezed Ding Mu and Guan Yi together, and he was in a group with Yu Xiaoyu, whose face was dripping black.

The children in the kindergarten class are actually three years old. Some children look more mature than their peers because they were abandoned early, and some children still have innocent eyes that have not been tainted by the dust of the world. .

As soon as they appeared, these children surrounded Ding Mu, and one child even stretched out his hand for Ding Mu to hug.

Ding Mu couldn't resist those big black grape-like eyes, staring at him flickeringly, which made his heart melt.

But he didn't reach out to pick up the child, but just smiled at her and said, "Let's sit down, class is about to begin."

The child didn't seem to care, and went back to sit at the table.

Seeing her run into a wall, the other children looked timidly at Ding Mu who shook his head to say "no", and followed them back to their seats.The classroom has returned to an orderly look.

Yu Xiaoyu, who was ignored by the child, looked a little pale.

She thought that children would be closer to women, but who knows... She glanced at Ding Mu bitterly, and squeezed the bag tightly in her hand.

A figure flashed past outside, only the corner of the clothes was captured by Ding Mu.He recalled the height, and it seemed to him that the figure was a child, a tall, thin child wrapped in a thin coat.

The children in the small class have no concept of class, so even after listening to Ding Mu's words and knowing that class is coming, they still look at him with open eyes, as if there is only one teacher.

Immediately after the self-introduction, some children raised their hands and asked, "Teacher, how many days will you teach us?"

Ding Mu smiled and asked her back, "Why do you ask that?"

"Teacher Hua only taught us for three days, and then went home." The child bit his finger, "You are so beautiful, I want you to teach us for a few more days, okay?"

Ding Mu didn't answer, and didn't know how to answer.

He speculated that the so-called "Teacher Hua" was actually dead, rather than "going home" in the hearts of the children.

"Then who taught you the longest?" Ding Mu asked again.

"It's Teacher Zhang!" Several children stood up together, and when they mentioned Teacher Zhang, they became excited again.

"Teacher Zhang made me a doll!"

"Me too! Teacher Zhang even made me a mask!"

"Teacher Zhang is the best! He can do anything!"

The scene was about to get out of control, so Ding Mu could only stop, and he asked again: "Where is Teacher Zhang?"

"I don't know, she went home after our holiday." The child who wanted Ding Mu to hug at the beginning replied.

Maybe it's because the child thinks Ding Mu is good-looking, so he is more obedient to his words and answers what he knows. Even so, there is still not much information available. After all, Yu Xiaoyu is still here, so they have to be on guard when they ask something.

He couldn't judge whether "Ms. Zhang" was the teacher who made Xiaobo's doll, but he knew that Mr. Zhang was dead.

She was one of those made into a lovebird.

"Then, what does Teacher Zhang take you to do most often?" Ding Mu asked again.

"Read the story!" All the children replied in unison.

Amidst the Qiqi children's voice, Ding Mu suddenly heard a shrill "giggle" laugh, with a chill penetrating into the bones.