"Leaving work is private time, so you don't need to call me teacher."

After smoking a cigarette, Zhou Chen got up from the chair, walked to the well again, turned on the faucet and filled half a basin of water, and brought a stool to put on the edge of the basin.

He stood on the patio with the light of the gate on his back, his facial features hidden in the darkness, and his figure was erect, like a canopy.

He has a very good appearance, and he attracted the admiration of many female teachers in the school that year, and there are many young and beautiful ones, but he didn't look at them, and he was immersed in the great cause of teaching and educating people.

Young female teachers often talk behind his back about whether he likes men, so he doesn't fall in love and doesn't find a girlfriend.

Jiang was sometimes called to the office to write a review and heard a female teacher whispering about him, but now that I think about it, he broke the hearts of many girls at school back then.

And the basin of water and low stool he had put on the patio seemed to have been prepared for her.

She was not pretentious, she walked over barefoot, her feet immediately stepped into the basin, a tingling pain came from the soles of her feet, she sat on a low stool and bent down to wash away the sludge from her foot wounds, and the cold water irritated her skin.

Soon a basin of clear water turned into yellow muddy water, and she sat in place after washing, with no shoes to wear, and it would be dirty if she stepped on the ground just after washing.

Zhou Chen lit another cigarette and smoked, the smell of smoke echoed in the hall, he came out of the room, with an extra pair of black slippers in his hand, and threw them at her feet, still expressionless, frowning and staring at her feet, the mud on his feet was washed, and the wound was exposed.

He could still smell the smell of alcohol emanating from her.

Jiang sometimes looked at the big black slippers, and then looked at him, and it didn't seem to be as unkind as the legend.

Her feet were white and tender, her nails were painted with a layer of pink nail polish, and her little feet were put into slippers, like a child stealing an adult's shoes.

Zhou Chen sighed shallowly in his heart, the surface was light and light, he smoked, the tobacco was lit and extinguished, he stood against the wall, his voice was low and hoarse: "What do you have to do with that man?" ”

"He? Did you say that pervert just now? He used to be my brother-in-law's bodyguard. ”

"Bodyguards?"

"He likes me, but I don't like him. He had to force me. ”

After listening to this, Zhou Chen went to the inner room to take out alcohol and cotton swabs, sat on the sofa with a sense of age, and waited for her to come by herself.

Jiang sometimes saw that he was holding alcohol and cotton swabs in his hand, and guessed that Qifen should be prepared for himself, so he slowly walked over to him and was about to sit down.

"Go and bring the stool."

Jiang sometimes obediently went to the patio to move stools.

She sat on a low stool, her hands on her cheeks, staring at his eyes brightly, with deep eyebrows, thick eyelashes, a high nose bridge, and a pair of silver-rimmed glasses, which looked very serious.

He had no experience in taking care of girls, and under her hot gaze, he threw alcohol and cotton swabs into her arms very indifferently: "I can only keep you for one night, and you must leave tomorrow morning." ”

Jiang sometimes looked down at the alcohol and cotton swabs in her arms, the corners of her mouth became more and more curvature, and she smiled with a false smile: "Thank you, Teacher Zhou." ”

Hearing her laughter, Zhou Chen was stunned, and saw her figure sideways, with long curly chestnut hair, thin shoulders, and a tattoo on her left arm, which was a hideous-looking hole head, darker in color, and on the left hand side, it was smaller than the samurai cat on her right hand, so it was easy to notice. His eyes tightened, and he shouldn't have softened his heart to leave her.