"Alright, come out."

Han Cheng left, and Wen Yihuan returned to the bedroom, she was exhausted by the mess tonight, and she couldn't help yawning.

Therefore, when Ye Nantian came out of the closet with a smile, he saw such a scene-

Wen Yihuan stood in place, wearing a wide knee-length khaki sweater, wearing only a light nightdress, she stretched her waist, her slightly thick lips opened gently, and the corners of her eyes and eyebrows, which were born charming, took on a bit of lazy style because of this action.

Before she could put down her hand, she was hugged by the little milk dog who rushed over, Ye Nantian didn't care about the white eyes of her, put his chin on the top of her hair, and said to himself: "I'm smart, right?" As soon as I heard that he was coming in, I quickly hid in your closet, but your closet was too small to fit me, and I was almost suffocating in it......"

He was chattering endlessly, but Wen Yihuan had already withdrawn from this uninvited embrace, she turned Ye Nantian's face, and saw that his eyes were bright and big, looking at himself with blank eyes, as if he was a child begging for praise.

"The person just now is my boyfriend, Han Cheng." She turned and sat down in her chair, and with a flick of her fingers, she lit up the computer screen, as if inadvertently holding her chin.

Because of her words, Ye Nantian's eyes seemed to dim for a moment, he had already put on a big T-shirt, while rubbing his short chestnut hair with a little fluff, while lying on the bed with a loud bang, looking at the ceiling, I don't know what he was thinking.

Yes, Han Sung is her boyfriend. Tall, handsome, and golden, although his personality is a little cold, he is considerate and gentle towards her. Her life has always been on that extremely normal track, never deviated for a moment, although her strength sometimes shouts in her heart, but after all, it is only a shout, and there will be no further action.

Ye Nantian is like a variable, a variable inserted in the calm path of life. There is no way she can embark on this dangerous and unknown fork in the road, and since it is impossible, it is better to extinguish all hope from the beginning.

Wen Yihuan pulled the textbook on the table, took a pen scattered in the drawer, and began to circle and dot it, he was already in a mess and couldn't calm down to work, and suddenly heard Ye Nantian, who was lying on the bed with his hands behind his head, suddenly spoke.

"But, I don't think he understands you, and you really don't think about it anymore?"

Ye Nantian only said this, and then he was rarely silent. Since then, Wen Yihuan has been working on the computer, but only she knows that the pages in her hand have not been turned at all.

After the thorough examination at the end of the month, Wen Yihuan's whole person seemed to be drained, although on the surface, she was still the woman with a bit of flamboyance and brightness, stepping on high-heeled leather boots, painting delicate makeup, and doing things meticulously and resolutely.

But the ultimate hell overtime for half a month has already made her so tired that she doesn't even want to speak. Fortunately, Ye Nantian is also sensible enough, seeing that she is busy with work, she rarely pesters her to play, which saves her a lot of worry.

The results of the test are quite ideal, and it doesn't take her hard work these days. In the office, everyone is happy, and even a few teachers have begun to make appointments to go to dinner after work and sing K.

"I'm sorry, I probably can't go." Zou Jingxian smiled softly, while packing her bag, she said with some apologies, "You all relax, I have to go home to accompany my son - I have been working overtime these days, and my husband and son are a little uncomfortable." ”

For female teachers who have children, the office has always given the greatest understanding, except for a few young and coaxing teachers who symbolically persuaded a few words, everyone else nodded understandingly.

Deng Tingchuan, the head of the grade, grabbed the young teachers, he was the one with the highest title in this group of teachers, and he had already become the head of the grade before he was forty years old.

"Okay, okay, a good wife and mother like Mr. Zou, it's hard to find now, let's not embarrass her. By the way, Yihuan, let's go together after work, right? You've been busy these days, too. Deng Tingchuan's eyes turned to Wen Yihuan, who was close to a group of young female teachers on weekdays, and his title was also intimate.

Thinking that Ye Nantian was home alone, he probably hadn't eaten, and he was really tired, Wen Yihuan also shook his head with a smile and said: "I'm a little uncomfortable, maybe I've been staying up late late, it's not as energetic as their young people, so I have to go home and rest first." ”

"Okay, then I'll send you." Deng Tingchuan didn't persuade much, his gaze shifted from Wen Yihuan's face to his neck, but he immediately withdrew it, revealing a gentle smile.

The suburban road is too far away, and it is late, Deng Tingchuan's gentlemanly behavior has added a lot of convenience. He kept sending Wen Yihuan to the staircase, and when he saw that the sensor light was a little ineffective, he insisted on sending her to the door.

"Okay, Mr. Deng, thank you, it's getting late, I won't invite you to come in and sit, let's talk about it next time." Wen Yihuan smiled politely, she always felt that Deng Tingchuan was showing favor for no reason, and there were some special reasons in it, not to mention that it was a little inconvenient for a female teacher who lived alone to invite the grade director to sit at home.

Deng Tingchuan pushed the gold-rimmed glasses, he stood still and did not move, but smiled and patted Wen Yihuan's shoulder.

That hand was polite at first, but gradually began to knead the skin wrapped in the head under the coat, and quietly went all the way up, gently touching the side of Wen Yihuan's neck a few times.

Before Wen Yihuan could break free, Deng Tingchuan had already approached, he looked at Wen Yihuan, so that his breath could be felt by the other party: "What do I mean, you still don't understand?" ”

He almost kissed the corner of Wen Yihuan's mouth, despite the other party's already some violent struggle, the hand grabbed her shoulder.

The door suddenly opened.

"You...... What are you doing? ”

Half of his face was immersed in darkness, but he could hear the unhappiness and anger hidden in these words.