Chapter 92 (1/2)

It's a pity that Zhao Dezhu doesn't know that sister long has calculated him.

After class, give the laptop to the girls and ask them to take it back to the bedroom and return it to elder martial sister Zhou.

He made a dignified appearance and walked out side by side with the head teacher: ”it's a little late. Shall I take you home?”

Long Zhiyu, who made up her mind, waved to the girls with a smile and found that Gao Yuxin's face was not good at looking at herself.

Know the source of this hostility.

So he pointed to the school gate: ”my car is parked over there. I happen to have something to tell you.”

Zhao Dezhu already felt happy: ”it's not Audi. It's dark and can't see clearly.”

Long Zhiyu laughed and laughed at his tone of inquiry around the bend: ”it's really difficult for me to measure whether you should be mature or naive. Today's evening class is very good. You have an even more heartfelt eagerness than me, hoping to guide the students to grasp the future, but why can't you be more rational in your future choice.”

Zhao Dezhu looked at her and thought I wasn't rational enough?

When you buy new clothes, you are considering when to take them out. Don't be impulsive at all!

It's more than nine o'clock. With Lao Long's stingy attitude, campus street lamps can be reduced. Voice controlled lamps are everywhere in teaching buildings and office buildings to save power.

Therefore, in the dark night, long Zhiyu in casual clothes looks very graceful. On weekdays, it is difficult to see her loose light gray knitted long shirt, and her black bottomed shirt is lined with a white plump face.

The truly mature amorous feelings are as charming as evening primrose.

Zhao Dezhu even had better have a daughter in the future.

Long Zhiyu was a little regretful when she was seen by the little boy. She had known that there was such a situation and dressed more rigorously.

Usually, she has paid much attention. She knows very well how deadly her appearance is to such a young boy.

So I pulled my sweater involuntarily.

Instead, Zhao Dezhu moved away: ”relax, relax, don't be nervous to guard against me. We don't discuss this problem for a long time...”

The uneducated Zhao Dezhu, looking at the faint figure, suddenly remembered the song.

Get out of the way for two steps and hum softly: ”for the rest of your life... Wind and snow is you, plain is you, and poverty is you...”

Long Zhiyu was surprised.

I couldn't help but tilt my fingers over my mouth.

Listen to this little boy with a duck's voice, some pretending to sing such a deep and lonely song.

And damn it.

Open your eyes, stop, watch and listen

Zhao Dezhu is really humming casually. He can't think of the rest of his life with his culture. He asks for accompanying words.

However, this popular Golden Melody of later generations appropriately expresses the current thoughts.

See long Zhiyu's expression, but his heart is a lying trough!

No wonder it's said that women who engage in literature and art are like hemp. Its lethality is amazing.

Can even a proud woman like sister long be caught?

So he simply stopped singing: ”I've heard it in the bar before, and I also want to express this mood. In fact, it doesn't matter if you don't accept it. Even if I'm single in the future, I'll be very relaxed and comfortable, but don't be too vigilant against me. I don't mean to hurt or force me. It's like... When we first met, you can laugh or get angry. Don't carry it, okay?”

I guess I'm intoxicated with another girl who hasn't been deeply involved in the world.

Long Zhiyu frowned and looked at the subway old man's mobile phone: ”is it this distracted routine for you to chase girls? It's really skilled. Come to the bar to sing when you're free, and I'll pay you.”

After listening to this light irony, Zhao Dezhu smiled: ”ha ha, whatever you think... The teaching materials may arrive tomorrow. Do you think the whole class will learn or let Gao Yuxin focus on training? Going to the golf course this week may have to talk to her boss about her future career prospects. It's best for you to talk with me. After all, you're the head teacher.”

In fact, long Zhiyu has no resistance to this mature, gentle and even conniving middle-aged man: ”did you often take charge of the work of classmates and teachers in this way before? Or did you often contact these things because of your family?”

Zhao Dezhu smiled: ”before...”

What can he say? In the past, he really had no ability at all. He couldn't even control his own life. Where could he bother others.