Senior sister, I really don’t have any improper thoughts about you!

"Drip..."

At this time.

A series of alarm clocks rang.

Zhao Xique took several deep breaths before struggling to get up from the bed.

dressing.

Wash up.

Wait until everything is done.

She looked at the time.

It's already half past eight in the morning.

this will.

I figured it was about time.

Zhao Xique dialed the newly saved number.

"Dudu..."

"Dudu..."

After ringing for a while, the phone was connected.

then.

A confused, mumbling voice came from the receiver.

"…crooked…"

“…Who is it…”

Hear the words.

Zhao Xique straightened his voice.

"Teacher Jiang!"

"It's me! Zhao Xique!"

...

There was silence for a while.

A confused voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Oh…"

"...Little bird..."

"…What's up?"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Xiqiao realized that his teacher probably had not woken up yet.

Quickly reminded:

"Teacher Jiang."

"It's already half past eight!"

"There's still an hour until the TV station's makeup appointment."

"If I don't get up now, I'll be late for the morning show..."

...

programme?

What show can have sleep...

Oh.

Miss Jiang, half of her body still immersed in a sweet dream, finally remembered something.

He yawned with great resistance.

“…Woo…”

"…understood."

...

Hear the answer.

Zhao Xique breathed a sigh of relief.

to be frank.

Although she has never followed an artist.

But I have also heard complaints from senior colleagues more than once.

It is said that some artists are temperamental and like to stay in bed.

I am always late for the morning performance.

Many crews have complaints about this, but the company is unable to point out the artists’ problems in this regard.

The only thing to blame is the assistant.

Being deducted money and scolded is a common occurrence.

So Zhao Xiqiao was also afraid of Miss Jiang doing this.

After all, she is just a sophomore in high school.

Young.

It's normal to feel a little grumpy when you wake up...

But it's okay.

Teacher Jiang is still very good.

Although she still sounded like she wanted to sleep, at least she knew she had to get up.

This is enough.

Think of this.

Zhao Xiqiao suddenly thought of returning from the factory in the suburbs last night.

Teacher Jiang took her to take a bath to thank her for helping her with her homework.

Tell the truth.

It was the first time that Zhao Xique was invited to take a bath together.

Very strange.

But it's also very comfortable.

Especially when taking a bath.

Teacher Jiang also helped her apply soap...

Help her wash her body.

Although Teacher Jiang's behavior is a bit strange.

But considering her age, she probably thinks it's fun.

Well…

have to say.

Teacher Jiang has a really good figure.

The front is convex and the back is warped.

Fair skin and beautiful appearance.

Originally, Zhao Xique was quite confident about her appearance and figure.

But compared with Teacher Jiang.

Hey…

At this time, Mr. Jiang on the other end of the phone had no idea that a little sparrow was losing all confidence because of her blow.

Wait until the call is over.

Lazy Jiang began to twist his body on the bed.

Sometimes it shows a big number, sometimes it shows a 5.

Twisted for a while.

Only then did he climb out of the bed in despair.

At this time.

The old lady suddenly opened the door.

"Ning Ning!"

“Get up…Oh, you’re up?”

Looking at my daughter sitting on the bed, her hair was messy and her pajamas had slipped off her shoulders, revealing a half-circle.

Tian Cuilan rolled her eyes.

"Ning Ning."

"Remember what mom told you about the house last time?"

Hear this.

Miss Jiang came back to her senses and pushed aside the hair that was blocking her eyes.

Looking at my mother who has come to the bedside.

"Ok?"

"Mom, have you bought it?"

...

"How can it be."

Tian Cuilan walked to the bed and pulled her daughter's clothes up.

"I said I bought it for you."

"What does it matter if you don't go?"

That's it.

Miss Jiang followed my mother's hand woodenly, pulled her clothes up, and then asked curiously:

"That is…?"

Hear the words.

I took out a brochure from somewhere and placed it on Miss Jiang's bed.

“I think this one is good.”

“It will open next week.”

"Mom will take you to choose a set."

Choose a set?

This is just like buying vegetables at the market.

Miss Jiang smiled silently.

Look down.

The result was a moment of shock.

What?