My Professor Shen

"The rainfall in Beijing is expected to reach more than [-] millimeters in the next three hours. The relevant meteorological department has issued an emergency orange rainstorm warning. Citizens are requested to pay attention to protection and avoid going out as much as possible."

On the large screen in the center of the living room, the host of the meteorological station announced the latest rainfall information in a straight voice, and the entire map of Beijing behind him was covered by dark clouds.

Shen Qingchuan just took a hot bath, washed away the cold air all over his body, felt that every pore was comfortably steaming, nestled lazily on the sofa, held the absorbent towel with both hands and kept rubbing the water that was still dripping hair.

Through the gaps in the messy hair, Shen Qingchuan caught a glimpse of Jiang Ling's busy back in the kitchen, the orange light shone on her body, the usual coldness faded away, and the warmth was a little more smokey.

Although this is not Jiang Ling's first time here, but the last time Shen Qingchuan's eyes were darkened, his mind was confused and he couldn't remember anything, unlike now, Shen Qingchuan felt unprecedented embarrassment.

"Hey, I made a mistake." Shen Qingchuan sighed for the tenth time.

an hour ago.

The woman's palm was pale and bloodless, and a raised dark brown scar was particularly obvious.The familiar bracelet hung loosely on the woman's slender wrist.

Without looking up, Shen Qingchuan knew who this was.It looks very weak, but who would have thought that the biceps under the cuffs are quite strong, whoever uses this strength will know, Shen Qingchuan is deeply touched by the faint pain in the waist.

If you want to ask others what they think of Shen Qingchuan, it's no surprise that they are all beautiful and powerful, strong, excellent and other adjectives.

Shen Qingchuan turned his face away. In less than a week, the only two gaffes were met by someone, and it happened to be the same person. She swore that Jiang Ling was the person she least wanted to meet in her 32 years of life.

The rain was a little heavier than before, the umbrella was deformed by the pouring rain, and Jiang Ling's pants were more than half wet.The wet trousers cling to the legs and are uncomfortable.

"Sister, are you still leaving?" Jiang Ling looked at the woman in a daze without moving, and called out a familiar title, her eyes full of interest.

The tone at the end was raised and seductive. The moment Jiang Ling opened her mouth, Shen Qingchuan was sure that she was the one with whom he had a romantic relationship that night.

Although he had been prepared for a long time, Shen Qingchuan was still taken aback when his guess was confirmed.

Shen Qingchuan held her hand to use his strength to get up, and suddenly felt a trace of warmth on his shivering body, and a long black trench coat was put on his body by its owner.

"Thank you." Shen Qingchuan had to tilt his head halfway to see Jiang Ling's pretty face, and unconsciously tightened his collar.

"Don't be sad." Jiang Ling's amber eyes were full of concern.

"Yeah." Shen Qingchuan felt that she was probably the most calm person facing an affair partner.

The road to the cemetery was not far away, probably because of the weather, Shen Qingchuan felt that the 200-meter road had covered a kilometer.

Deliberately distanced herself from Jiang Ling, and she didn't want to have too much entanglement with him, whether public or private.

Sensing Shen Qingchuan's deliberate estrangement, there was still another Shen Qingchuan between the two of them, Jiang Ling didn't look sideways, but tilted the precarious umbrella a little.

Pushing too hard is counterproductive.

"I..." When they reached Shen Qingchuan's car, their voices sounded at the same time.

"You talk first." Another tacit synchronization.

"Well, how did you go back?" Shen Qingchuan circled around, seeing no other vehicles as far as he could see.

"I was passing by just now." According to Jiang Ling, visiting a cemetery is as casual as visiting a vegetable market.

Immediately, Xu Lai's academic face came to mind, and the lenses of the glasses reflected the light of wisdom, "First, if you don't have a chance, you have to learn to create opportunities."

"Then take my car?"

"Okay." Jiang Ling answered quickly, almost reacting as soon as Shen Qingchuan finished speaking, as if she had planned it for a long time.

Shen Qingchuan felt that the woman did it on purpose, but suffered from lack of evidence.

Same as last time, Jiang Ling sat in the co-pilot, and quickly buckled up the seat belt, looking out the window without blinking.

It's so cute, Shen Qingchuan recalled yesterday's scene, but this time Jiang Ling was very conscious.The last time they were in the same car, the two were still in a teacher-student relationship, but this time the relationship is a bit difficult to talk about.

Shen Qingchuan turned on the heater in the car, and his frozen fingers finally regained consciousness slowly, "Where do you live, do you want me to see you off first?"

The vehicle had already started driving, and the pattering rain hit the window, leaving slanted streams of water.

"Yuelan International." Jiang Ling was silent for a moment, and a wave of enthusiasm rose.

Shen Qingchuan raised his eyebrows. Yuelan Group is the property of Lujia, focusing on hotels, real estate and supporting businesses. Yuelan International is a new apartment house that was launched a few years ago. It is located in the center of the city and focuses on light luxury and convenient life. Few speculators bought it, and she bought a few sets herself. She didn't expect to become a neighbor by mistake, which is really a coincidence.

Yuelan is in the city center, and the cemetery is in the southern suburbs. Could it be that Jiang Ling also has relatives buried in the cemetery?She would not pretend to be affectionate and think that Jiang Ling came here specifically to find her.

"You don't need to see me off, just go to Qingshan Villa, I will take a taxi back by myself." Jiang Ling rejected the woman's kindness.

"Okay." In addition to this time, the two have only met three times after all.

When they reached the underground garage, neither of them spoke again.

"Thank you, then I'll go first." Jiang Ling took the initiative to get out of the car first.

"I'll send you off." The clothes had already been dried by body temperature and heating, Shen Qingchuan took the initiative to send her out to take a taxi to express his gratitude.

The rain was heavier than before, and there was not a single person on the road in the already quiet villa area.

"Where's your umbrella?" Shen Qingchuan finally realized that something was missing.

"...Maybe...I didn't take it when I got in the car just now..." The ears hidden under the hair burst into red instantly, and Jiang Ling, who was lying for the first time, stumbled when speaking.

When getting into the car, she deliberately threw the umbrella.

"Then do you want to go up and sit with me?" The matter has come to this point, it is not easy to drive him out.

"Excuse me." Jiang Ling followed behind the woman step by step, and let out a sigh of relief.

The waiting time for the elevator was a bit long, and once entering the elevator, Jiang Ling pressed the first floor with ease.

"I'll go take a shower, you can do whatever you want." Shen Qingchuan greeted, his whole body was sticky and uncomfortable, and urgently needed to solve the problem of taking a bath.

"Yes." Jiang Ling acted obediently like a primary school student.

There was a sound of water in the bathroom, the water from the shower head hit the woman's snow-white skin tightly, and the steaming white mist enveloped her. Shen Qingchuan relaxed the muscles of his body comfortably, and his long black hair was stuck to his back obediently. Standing in a daze under the hot water, motionless.

"Dong dong dong" the bathroom door was knocked lightly, and Shen Qingchuan only heard it after several intermittent rings.

"What's the matter?" The hand holding the faucet switch tightened.

"What?" The sound of water in the ears was really too loud, the people outside the door repeated it several times, and it reached Shen Qingchuan's ears like mosquitoes buzzing.

Turning off the switch, the bathroom was quiet for a moment, the water remaining on the hair dripped on the ground along the hair tip and the thin waist, the mist gradually dissipated, and the woman's beautiful body was exposed in the air.

The bathroom door is made of special materials, and the shadows of people outside can be seen from the inside, but looking in from the outside, it is just an ordinary door, and nothing inside can be seen.

Such a boring design was definitely not her choice.

Jiang Ling's silhouette landed on the door, handsome and straight, Shen Qingchuan swallowed unconsciously in his throat, this orphan, this child might want to do something again.

No, no, you must take the lead as a teacher.You have to educate them well. If you don’t study hard at a young age, you will be thinking about something in your head all day long.

"I asked if I could borrow the kitchen." Jiang Ling repeated tirelessly, and her cold voice passed through the door to the woman's ears clearly.

"Ah." A low muffled hum came out, mixed with pain.

"What's wrong with you? Are you okay?" Jiang Ling's hand pushing the door hesitated, she was afraid of seeing scenes she shouldn't have seen.

"It's okay, it's okay, you can use it." Shen Qingchuan's voice was calm, no doubt normal.

Jiang Ling pursed her lips, her face full of worry.

In the bathroom, Shen Qingchuan leaned on the wall with her elbows, it was so embarrassing, she just lost her mind and kicked it to the sink.

When Shen Qingchuan came out of the shower, there was a scene of Jiang Ling busy in the kitchen.

A hand suddenly appeared on Shen Qingchuan's head, took away the towel that had been lying there, and rubbed it.

"I'll do it myself." Shen Qingchuan felt the hairs on his back stand on end just now.

"This is the ginger soup I just made, drink some to drive away the cold." The towel in his hand was taken away, and Jiang Ling felt a little lost.

"To grab a woman, especially a good strong woman, you must first grab her stomach." This is the second rule of chasing men that Xu Lai told her.

Shen Qingchuan looked at Jiang Ling in surprise, did he borrow the kitchen to cook ginger soup for himself?

"It's delicious, thank you." Shen Qingchuan held his breath and drank the whole bowl without stopping.To be honest, it didn't taste very good.

Shen Qingchuan dressed a bit more casually after taking a shower, a simple black nightdress, maybe he just brushed his hair a little too much, the buttons on the pajamas were a little loose, and the proud curve of the woman could be vaguely seen.

"Yeah." Jiang Ling turned her face away, "I'm going to wash the dishes."

"No, Auntie will take care of it if I put it there." After all, Jiang Ling can be regarded as a guest, and Shen Qingchuan was a little embarrassed to ask the guest to cook soup and wash dishes at the same time.

Jiang Ling looked into the woman's eyes seriously, and said word by word: "It's okay, I just cleaned it up, I don't like chaos at home very much."

After Jiang Ling finished speaking, she turned around and left, leaving behind Shen Qingchuan who hadn't reacted yet.at home?It's quite natural to come here twice.

Maybe no one would believe it when I said it, but one of the things that Shen Qingchuan hates the most is blowing his hair.If you are not particularly anxious to go out, you will generally choose to dry naturally.

Fortunately, the following Jiang Ling has always been very conscious of being a guest, and has not crossed the line of intimacy.

The rain outside gradually became lighter, but the dark clouds in the sky did not dissipate, instead they became thicker.Presumably the rain was only temporarily reduced in the middle, after all, the weather forecast said that there would be heavy rain next.

"I'll leave while the rain is light, otherwise I'll just stay overnight." Jiang Ling took the initiative to stand up, picked up her coat and was about to go out.

"I'll wash the clothes and give them to you." You can't let people go home with their dirty clothes.

"Okay." Jiang Ling wanted to refuse at first, but agreed after a few seconds of pause, "Next time I'll get it from you."

Shen Qingchuan stood on the balcony, watching Jiang Ling walking towards the gate of the community, his figure was gradually covered by the light rain before he drew the curtains.

Jiang Ling walked out of the woman's field of vision slowly, turned around and walked in another direction, and entered a villa with the same layout not far away, with the house number 02-01 impressively written on it.