Xu had not been in touch for three years, and suddenly received a message from Ling Huaiye, and Ruan Yan was still a little uncomfortable.

She was stunned for a moment before replying to the man: [Yes.] ]

Ling Huaiye replied in seconds: [After typing for so long, you can hold back these two words?] ]

"......" Ruan Yan looked at the news and was speechless for a moment, and the corners of his mouth curled.

She simply sent a voice message to Ling Huaiye directly: "Are you very idle, keep staring at the dialog box." ”

After the news was sent, Ruan Yan realized that she seemed to be slack, and she joked with Ling Huaiye as before.

This doesn't seem good, after all, they are now different identities, and they are no longer as close as they used to be.

Realizing this, Ruan Yan withdrew the voice.

Or a message to the man in reply, in a serious tone: [Looking for me something?] ]

At the top of the dialog box, the other party is typing.

But it took a long time for Ruan Yan to receive Ling Huaiye's reply: [Thank you, is it okay?] ]

Ruan Yan: "......"

She wasn't sure if Ling Huaiye had listened to the voice message just now.

I can only pretend that nothing has happened, and reply to the man head-on: [Thank you?] ]

Ling Huaiye: [Thank you for helping me ask Qin Zhenzhen for the best private room.] ]

Ruan Yan then remembered that when she left the world, she gave Ling Huaiye's phone number to Qin Zhenzhen.

She asked Qin Zhenzhen to call Ling Huaiye to confirm the specific time of the dinner in the evening, and then ask about the dishes or something.

Qin Zhenzhen originally asked her to ask.

Ruan Yan refused because of the relationship between the Sheng Group and the Join.

Let Qin Zhenzhen call Ling Huaiye herself.

So Ling Huaiye sent her a message to thank her, it was Qin Zhenzhen's private room and meals that were finalized.

Ruan Yan thought so, and replied to the man: [You're welcome.] ]

Then Ling Huaiye asked her on WeChat: [Are you free now?] ]

Ruan Yan told the truth about substitute teaching for his colleagues, and Ling Huaiye on the other end of the phone didn't say anything more.

I just said that next time I have time to invite her to dinner, thank her for helping.

Ruan Yan politely said that there was no need to bother, for her, it was just a gesture.

Ling Huaiye didn't reply to the news.

I don't know if I'm busy.

Ruan Yan's thoughts didn't linger on this matter for long.

She looked out the window at the street scene flying by, and her thoughts drifted far away.

It wasn't until the black Lincoln stopped at the front gate of Chunluo No. 1 Middle School that he cheered up and got out of the car and walked to the school.

When Ruan Yan arrived at the office of the first year of high school, Teacher Li, who was looking for her substitute teacher, had already rushed to the hospital first.

I heard that the old man in her family fell and was admitted to the ICU, and his condition was very critical.

Ruan Yan called to care about the situation at the hospital, and by the way, told Teacher Li that she had arrived at the school.

Not long after, the class bell rang.

Ruan Yan entered the classroom of Class 13 of the first year of high school with the test paper.

Teacher Li also knew that Ruan Yan, as a music teacher, could only teach on her own for a while.

So she turned out a set of test papers and asked Ruan Yan to help invigilate the exam.

Proctoring is undoubtedly an easy task for Ruan Yan.

After she sent the test papers, she took a chair and sat at the back door of the classroom, scrolling a book in her hand to read, and a pair of glasses with gold wire pure titanium rim on the bridge of her nose.

Several male teachers passing by the back door of the classroom of Class 13 of the first year of high school noticed Ruan Yan's existence for the first time.

She wore a pear blossom white dress with a retro French neckline inlaid with pearl buttons, and her temperament was gentle and elegant.

The male teachers were all amazed by her and couldn't help but take a few more looks.

Ruan Yan also noticed them, looked up and smiled politely, which was regarded as a greeting.

The male teachers also hurriedly laughed back, because the students in the classroom were taking exams, and no one was embarrassed to talk to Ruan Yan.

When they walked farther, one of the young male teachers, who had only been here for a short time, asked curiously, "Who was that teacher just now?" ”

"What, do you have any thoughts about Teacher Ruan?" The teacher who replied was over forty years old, the eldest of the few, "Don't think about it, Teacher Ruan is already married." ”

The young male teacher sighed regretfully, a little surprised: "But she looks like she is in her twenties, and she got married at such a young age?" ”

"Isn't it, when I came to the school three years to report on my internship, I got married."

"Who is so powerful, just graduated and married home?"

"I don't know, it's been three years, and no one has seen her husband in school."

"Is it so mysterious?"

"Yes, but Mr. Ruan's husband should be quite rich, after all, the Lincoln who commutes to pick her up starts in the seven figures. Or a chauffeured pick-up. ”

"And what class does she go to? Is it bad to be a stay-at-home wife? ”

"Who knows, maybe it's experiencing life."

“……”

-

Ruan Yan held the heavy book of "Wild History of China" and read it for more than half an hour, and felt that his neck was a little sore, so he stopped, closed the book, and raised his head to move his neck.

At this moment, her mobile phone on the stool next to her vibrated and a WeChat message came in.

Ruan Yan thought that the news was sent by Ling Huaiye.

As a result, I picked up my phone and saw that it was a message from the first-year high school teacher group.

As the head of the group, the head of the grade asked all the teachers in the group who were free tonight, saying that they were going to hold an orientation party for the new art teachers in the first year of high school, and everyone also took this opportunity to have a meal after a long absence.

After the grade director spoke in the group, people responded one after another.

There are also some teachers who are in class, and only after class do they remember to come to the group to bubble.

Ruan Yan glanced at the news roughly, and it seemed that no one went to the orientation party.

After all, the dinner party takes up everyone's private time, and every day at school is as tiring as a war, and I really don't have the energy to participate in any orientation party.

Ruan Yan didn't plan to go, she made an appointment with Qin Zhenzhen at noon and went to her for dinner in the evening.

When the next class was over, she rushed over.

It's just that what Ruan Yan didn't expect was that the plan was not as fast as the change.

She was just going to pour a glass of water in the first-year office when she was stopped by the head of the grade who happened to be in the office to catch people.

I don't know where his old man knew that Ruan Yan came to help Teacher Li substitute for the class, saying that since she was free, she couldn't be absent from tonight's orientation party.

However, Ruan Yan is a soft-hearted person, and when he heard the director say that there are very few teachers who are free to attend the orientation meeting today, the new art teacher is so pitiful.

She was convinced.

The other fifty percent is because when the director took Ruan Yan to Chunluo No. 1 Middle School, everyone held an orientation meeting for her.

In this way, she could no longer refuse his old man's kind invitation.

So, when Ruan Yan poured water and returned to the classroom of Class 13 of the first year of high school, he took his mobile phone and sent a message to Qin Zhenzhen.

I talked about going to dinner in the evening.

Qin Zhenzhen replied to her message after a while, with a regretful tone: [No, what kind of dinner is so sudden!] ]

[I told Ling Huaiye that you were going to come to my place for dinner at night.] Bitter gourd face .jpg]

Ruan Yan: "......"

Even if she wants to go to the world to eat, what does this have to do with Ling Huaiye?

Ruan Yan didn't understand, and he didn't ask.

just smiled helplessly and sent a message to Qin Zhenzhen: [The welcome dinner organized by the grade director is warmly invited, and it is not okay if you don't go. Booth .jpg]

At the end, she sent another WeChat message to Qin Zhenzhen: [I'm sorry, I'll invite you to dinner another day, okay.] ]

Qin Zhenzhen made a "okay" expression, quite unwilling.

Ruan Yan replied with a "poo" expression, and then put the phone away.

-

The last two classes in the afternoon were held in succession, and the time passed quickly.

Ruan Yan looked at the time and reminded the students to collect the papers, then returned to the first-year office with the papers, sorted them out, and put them at Teacher Li's workstation.

It didn't take long for the head of grade to call her and ask her to go to the back school gate to meet and prepare a dinner place for everyone to leave.

Ruan Yan thought that this was just an ordinary orientation party.

She just needs to be with everyone and welcome her new colleagues.

But she never expected that the new art teacher in the first grade of high school would be Song Yun.

When he saw Song Yun standing next to the head of the grade outside the back school gate, Ruan Yan was stupid.

His pace slowed down, and he regretted agreeing to the grade director's invitation.