Devil school grass, don't come here!

Chapter 118 The Invincibility (15)

Immediately afterwards, his face was full of shock, recalling what happened last night, his face gradually turned pale, and his eyes fell to the glass that fell on the ground. Fortunately, he had a long life and was not broken. Drinking that glass of water and then doing so much against my will...

The homeroom teacher probably knew that there was something wrong with the glass of water. He grabbed his head with both hands, but his head was still groggy, as if his head was about to explode.

Maybe it was too much movement, which woke up the person sleeping next to him. He just rubbed his eyes, stretched his waist, raised his eyes lightly, glanced at the head teacher who had nothing on him, and closed his eyes again. .

Seeing him like this, the homeroom teacher's temper gradually rose, and he picked up the pillow beside him and threw it at him.

Yang Jiao sat up straight away, glaring at the homeroom teacher viciously, as if he was about to eat her up, without the slightest tenderness as before.

"You woman, what are you doing?" Yang Jiao got up, got out of the bed naked, picked up the clothes from the hanger, and put them on without hesitation.

Glancing at the teacher in charge, telling her not to make any movement, a disdainful smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, "Didn't you take the initiative last night? What, you turned your face today? Or, do you think you didn't make yourself happy last night? Want to do it again?"

After speaking, he approached the head teacher step by step, and he unbuttoned the shirt and buttons one by one.

The head teacher hugged the quilt and curled up into a ball, looking at the person walking towards him with disgust.

"Don't come here. Last night, if you hadn't drugged me, would I have done that?"

"If I didn't take the medicine, would you cooperate so much? Now that I think about it, you were really flirtatious last night, I still remember, last night..."

"Stop talking..." The homeroom teacher exploded, regardless of whether he was dressed or not, he rushed towards Professor Yang.

After all, men are strong and women are weak, and the helpless homeroom teacher was thrown onto the bed.

He lowered his head and looked down at her, "Don't give you face, but I don't want to. As for what I promised you, I will naturally do it."

The head teacher buried his face in the quilt, his tears wet the quilt, and his whole body twitched from crying.

After Yang Jiao buttoned up his clothes, his phone vibrated suddenly. Seeing the caller ID, he picked up the phone calmly.

"What's up?"

"Go to Weibo quickly, the fact that you went to open a house has been exposed."

Yang Jiao's heart sank, he quickly hung up the phone, opened the phone's Weibo, and looked at the content inside. From the top to the bottom, it was all a Weibo, and the screen had already been swiped.

Looking at those photos, Yang Jiao followed his angle of view, and finally found that all the photos were taken from the perspective of the closet. When he opened the closet, some clothes inside were already wrinkled. Yang Jiao frowned, thinking maybe It's all clear.

Finally, his eyes were fixed on the screen, and he looked down one after another. The more he scrolled down, the worse his face became. He dropped his phone, opened the window sill and let the wind blow for a while, and finally picked up the blanket on the ground. The broken mobile phone took out the calling card, and walked towards the door, before leaving, he did not forget to say, "It's really unlucky for eight lifetimes, how could I meet a woman like you." Immediately afterwards, he slammed the door and left.

The class teacher who had been twitching suddenly heard this sentence, his head was still confused, and he heard the door slamming.

The sun had already risen, and a cool breeze was blowing in through the window. The head teacher still maintained the previous posture.

(End of this chapter)