Lan Shao's cute and playful wife

Chapter 12
The nanny has big breasts.

I was angry, and I swore in my heart, Qiao Mo, we are done.

After school in the afternoon, because I was playful, I stayed at school and played throwing stones with my friends. When I had fun, the clock had pointed to 5 o'clock.

Lan Zhongwen has the habit of staying in the classroom to do homework after school. When he saw me returning to the classroom to take my schoolbag, he felt a little strange, "Xiao Jiujiu, you haven't gone back so late? What are you doing?"

"I went to play and throw stones with my friends, hey, you still don't go back?" I talked to him while packing, and after packing, I pulled the zipper and put the bag on my back.

"Let's go." He also stood up and put his things into his schoolbag, his gestures were elegant and charming, "Anyway, let's drop by, let's go back together."

"Okay." With a smile on my face, I followed behind him bouncing like a little tail.

Lan Zhongwen walked in front, his bewitching eyes seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

At the end of the corridor is the teaching office. At this time, there are laughter and laughter. There are a few female students from other classes who are correcting their homework, and a few teachers are drinking tea and chatting.

He stopped suddenly.His back was stiff, and he stood there unnaturally, motionless.

"What's the matter?" I approached curiously, and Lan Zhongwen made a silent gesture, so I heard the chat in the teaching office.

"I really don't know what her brain is for. Her grades in all subjects are in a mess, and she doesn't worry at all. She is still thinking about it all day long, writing this kind of novel about something, and even kissing her. I don't know what it means."

The person who spoke had a clear voice, and I immediately realized that it was the voice of the class teacher Tang Jiayin, but who was she talking about?
After she finished speaking, she immediately took over the thick female voice. This is Zheng Yuan, a math teacher. She is older, 48 years old, with a plump body. She originally had a kind face, but because she always frowned, she stared at people. , thought feudalism, "Starting to write these at such a young age, I guess she doesn't have the heart to study, and her thoughts are all on love and love."

"I think she writes very funny."

"Really? Show me."

Several voices were mixed together, chattering at one another, and finally someone asked, "What's the name of this student?"

"Her, her name is Xiao Jiujiu."

My body froze outside the teaching office, and I hid under the big window of the teaching office. The teacher's office has a large window facing the corridor. I don't know if it is for the convenience of the teacher to supervise the students, or for the light.

I took a deep breath, raised my neck boldly, and saw a few teachers gathered around the head teacher's chair, looking at my A6 coil book with amused and fresh eyes, sneering and sarcastic from time to time.

A few classmates who were correcting their homework also wore smiles that could not be called good intentions, mocking and contemptuous.

She clearly said she would not announce it!And won't tell anyone!
Some people say that there are two easiest things in this world, one is to spend other people's money, and the other is to criticize other people's things.People build trust because of a word, but they break trust because of an action.

My heart was blocked by a big rock, so heavy that I couldn't breathe.

I thought that no matter how strict she is, she is always a teacher and understands my dreams, but I don't want her to play a white face to appease me, and secretly play a black face to discredit me, and trample and satirize my dreams with a few people. Such a teacher, How can I not hate her?
I clenched my fists tightly, my eyes were red.

I didn't hear what Lan Zhongwen said in my ear. How could I have the sense to listen to him at this time?I was so angry that I wanted to rush into the teaching office to grab my coil book.

Thinking about it this way, my hands and feet acted instead of my brain. Lan Zhongwen grabbed me, and I threw it away without thinking. His face froze and he pressed my shoulder, his eyes deep.

I bit my lip to prevent him from seeing the fragility in my eyes and the slight trembling.

Suddenly he pulled me hard to the stairs and hid.

When I came back to my senses, I was already standing at the entrance of the stairs with his mouth held down, face to face, nose to nose, and the breath between each other was audible.

Disturbingly close.

There is a faint fragrance on his body, which can be smelled without careful sniffing. It is intermittent and lingering. It is a kind of fragrance that can only be smelled with the soul. It is like the colorful spectrum after the rain, which makes people dream.

His eyes were sharp and piercing, he looked at me and then at the corridor, as if hinting at me.

I followed his gaze and saw the head teacher coming out of the teaching office, high heels making a clicking sound on the ground.

Look in the direction to go to the toilet.

When she walked a little further, Lan Zhongwen slowly let go of my mouth, "Follow me."

As he spoke, he went downstairs, taking three steps in parallel, drawing a beautiful arc in the air with his long and powerful legs.

I was startled by his aura just now, and now I won't be angry anymore. I followed him foolishly, thought for a while, and then asked, "Where are you going?"

Lan Zhongwen kept walking, left his schoolbag behind, and walked in front of me to lead the way, "Go and avenge you."

The tone is light, as if talking about today's weather.

I was taken aback, unable to react, "Huh?"

"Just follow me." He smiled narrowly, took me down the third floor, turned all the way back to another staircase, rushed up to the fourth floor, and saw the door of the women's toilet swaying. it is good.

The class teacher just walked in.

A hint of mischief flashed in Lan Zhongwen's eyes, "Xiao Jiujiu, I will avenge you."

I didn't understand, so I wrinkled my face and said, "How can I take revenge? If I'm found out, I'll make a demerit."

"It's okay." He hooked his fingers at me, his eyes glistening, I stared at him dazedly, as if bewitched, and followed him blankly to the front of the women's toilet.

He counted to three in a low voice, then squeezed his voice and started to cry, "Woooooo! I died so badly!"

The voice is mournful and sharp.

I almost burst out laughing, but he covered it with his hand in time, glared at me, deepened the resentment, and said crying, "Please take me away, I'm on your head now, you look up to see me , I died so badly, woo woo woo!"

(End of this chapter)