It's almost eleven o'clock.
It's been a while since Miss Eight came back.
The Ninth Young Master received such a great honor today.
According to the speculation of Lao Zhang, the concierge of Feng Mansion, he must have spent the whole night celebrating with his friends that night, and he probably won't come back.
Lao Zhang glanced at the clock, yawned, and walked out of the room where he was sleeping.
He was about to lock the door.
He accidentally raised his eyes and saw a car parked outside.
Next to him, a figure was standing outside the door.
Lao Zhang focused his eyes, recognized it, and blurted out: "Eighth Guye" "Eighth aunt, when did you come, you didn't even say a word?"
Lao Zhang quickly opened the iron door.
He Fangze walked to the door, stopped, and looked in the direction of the house in the door.
It was dark.
"Is Miss Eight here?"
"Here, I'm talking about having dinner with all the aunts in the evening.
I've been back for a while.
Eighth aunt, please come in quickly.
I'll report it right away."
He Fangze hasn't come back to live for a long time.
Lao Zhang let the people in, turned around and ran inside quickly.
Soon, the lights in the living room turned on, and Feng's mother hurried out.
When she saw He Fangze, she happily shouted "Eighth Guye".
"Uncle Eighth, please go up.
Miss Eighth just fell asleep."
He Fangze stopped in the living room, glanced in the direction of the second floor, and said with a smile: "It's so late, I woke you up.
Feng Ma, please pass a message to me first.
If she falls asleep, I will come back next time."
The eighth young lady and her uncle used to be very good, but in the past two years, for some unknown reason, their relationship has deteriorated.
Last year, He Fangze moved out from here, and he has not been seen much since then.
According to Feng's mother's observation, although Miss Eight has a wide network of friends and is busy with the company, she is rarely seen at home during the day.
But even after my uncle moved away, he rarely stayed out overnight without returning, so Feng's mother hated those people who arranged for Miss Eight to do something bad behind her back.
There are also many rumors about Aunt He.
He said that he thought that Miss Eight could not give birth to a child and had raised someone outside.
Miss Eight found out about it, and the couple were separated to this extent.
Feng Ma was dubious about this, always feeling that Uncle He was not such a person.
But if it wasn't the eighth lady's fault, it must be my uncle's fault.
Apart from this, Feng Ma really couldn't think of any other reason.
"Okay, okay.
Uncle, you sit down, I'll get up right now."
Feng's mother hurried upstairs.
He Fangze sat on the sofa.
After a while, there was the sound of slippered footsteps coming from the stairs.
He Fangze raised his head.
Feng Lingmei appeared at the stairs.
She looked completely different from how she looked during the day, as if she had just gotten out of bed, with her hair loose, a dark green silk pajamas loosely draped over her shoulders, the belt tied around her waist, her arms folded across her chest, and she stood leaning on the railing.
He Fangze showed a faint smile on his face, stood up slowly, and walked towards her.
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"What's up" Feng Lingmei looked down, glanced over, and asked lightly.
He Fangze stopped at the bottom of the stairs, the smile on his face slowly disappeared, he hesitated for a moment, and whispered: "It's nothing, I just came over to see if it's inconvenient for you, then forget it."
Feng Lingmei stared at him for a while.
"You drank" He Fangze touched his face: "I only drank a little and I can't refuse the celebration party tonight."
Feng Lingmei frowned.
"Come up," he said and turned around.
He Fangze seemed to be relieved, and hurriedly took a few steps upstairs, one after another, and chased after him.
The car is getting closer and closer to Zhou's house.
I drove to the entrance of the alley and stopped.
There were no more pedestrians walking around, every house had closed its doors, and the street lights were quietly glowing dimly.
I could vaguely hear the barking of dogs at the bottom of the alley in the distance, and I don't know which house was still playing mahjong.
The sound of talking and laughing was mixed with the sound of washing mahjong tiles, which made the silence around them even more apparent.
Feng Kezhi parked the car, got out, opened the door for her, and said, "I'll take you in."
Meng Lanting said nothing, got out of the car, and walked along the alley towards Zhou's house.
"We finally won today, thanks to you.
Thank you, Miss Meng."
Feng Kezhi followed up and said.
"It's nothing, it's just a coincidence.
You still have to rely on your own hard work."
"I still have to thank you.
You worked very hard in class.
You just finished the competition, so you can suspend the night classes for the next few days.
Are you free tomorrow night?
I'll treat you to a meal and say thank you."
Meng Lanting stopped.
Feng Kezhi glanced at her and stopped: "What's wrong?"
The street lights at the entrance of the alley gradually stopped shining here, and the surrounding light became blurry.
Meng Lanting looked up at him, hesitated for a moment, and finally decided to make the decision he was considering at the dinner table tonight.
"Master Feng, it's like this.
At the end of the semester, there are more and more things going on in my school.
I'm afraid I won't have time to teach at night schools anymore."
Feng Kezhi seemed to be startled, and then said: "It's okay.
When the end of the semester is over, don't you have summer vacation?
Let's start again."
His tone was relaxed and pleasant.
Meng Lanting felt that what he wanted to say became increasingly difficult to say.
But she knew she had to say it.
She cleared her throat slightly, turned her face away from the two eyes, and said, "Mr.
Feng, you misunderstood.
What I mean is that I probably won't have time to go to night school again."
There was suddenly silence on the other side.
Meng Lanting felt that his decision was not wrong.
Not only is it true, it is also legitimate and necessary.
She was already sure that Feng Kezhi's original purpose of asking her to teach the military police was just to seduce her.
Now she quits and doesn't want to play with him, what's wrong with that?
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But I don’t know why, maybe I gradually fell in love with that group of special students who were in huge contrast with my original imagination.
As soon as I said these words, I felt a little melancholy in my heart.
She suppressed this unspeakable feeling, and when Feng Kezhi didn't say a word, she hurriedly explained carefully: "Mr.
Feng, I'm really sorry, but I really don't have time.
Students in the night school class, please help me apologize to them. .
If they still want to learn mathematics, I can also introduce a teacher who is more suitable than me."
She had nothing to say and stopped.
"It doesn't matter.
Forget it if you don't go, I won't force you."
After a while, Feng Kezhi nodded, his tone calm.
But the atmosphere still became different from before.
Meng Lanting suspected that he was actually a little unhappy, which made her feel even more embarrassed and just wanted to end the scene as soon as possible.
"Thank you Mr.
Feng for your understanding, and thank you for sending me back.
That's it.
I'm here, you can come back too."
She whispered, turned around, and hurried inside.
In a hurry, I didn't pay attention to my steps, and in the dim light, my heel stepped on a round pebble left behind by children playing nearby in the evening.
I flicked my ankle, swayed, and tilted my body to one side. .
Meng Lanting let out a low cry, but before he could react, he felt a heat in his waist.
Feng Kezhi reached out and supported her from behind.
His hand was on her waist.
It was neither light nor heavy, but through the thin layer of material of the skirt, the heat from that palm was clearly transmitted to Meng Lanting's body.
On the skin.
It was as if he was holding her waist from behind.
Half of Meng Lanting's body froze, and he quickly came to his senses.
He wanted to get away from the unfamiliar palm with the man's body temperature.
He hurriedly stood up straight, turned around, and took a step back.
Her face heated up and she thanked her hastily: "Thank you."
"What did you wipe?"
A low voice of questioning suddenly came from her ears, interrupting her words.
It was as if he was whispering in his ear.
"ah" Meng Lanting didn't know what was going on for a moment, and raised her face in confusion.
She saw that he was leaning closer, bowing her head slightly, bringing her face to her forehead, and sniffed gently.
"What did you put on it?
It smells so good."
He repeated the question again, his voice low and soft, mixed with a bit of teasing frivolity.
His lips seemed to have lightly brushed against her hair and came close to her ear, almost touching her earlobe.
Meng Lanting could even clearly feel his warm breath gently brushing against the skin of her face and neck when he spoke.
The girl's thin and tender skin, which had never been teased like this before, was extremely sensitive.
The man's breath and snort made her hair stand on end, and a layer of fine goose bumps suddenly appeared.
Meng Lanting's heart was pounding, and he hurriedly turned his head, avoiding the face he was approaching, and took a few steps back.
In his haste, he didn't know the direction and retreated to the wall of the alley.
"Master Feng, it's time for me to go in."
She tried her best to steady her breathing, turned around and walked away.
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When the shadow in front of her moved, he stretched out his arm and pressed it on the alley wall, blocking her way.
Meng Lanting suddenly panicked.
Feng Kezhi said nothing or moved, just blocking her way, blocking her in the narrow space surrounded by the alley wall and his arms.
She raised her eyes.
With the faint light that entered her eyes, she saw Feng Kezhi staring down at her, his eyes shining darkly in the night.
"What are you going to do?"
She tried her best to calm down, lowered her voice, and scolded him.
Feng Kezhi continued to look at her for a while and said slowly: "Ms.
Meng, if I really wanted to do anything, I would have done it all just now when you were asleep."
Meng Lanting's breathing was stagnant and his heartbeat was getting faster.
He pushed him away, lowered his head and left.
He did not follow or stop him.
"I'll pick you up for dinner at six o'clock tomorrow night to express my gratitude.
I'm leaving."
His voice came from behind.
Meng Lanting walked a few steps, stopped, turned around, and saw that he turned around and walked away after leaving these words.
He felt angry immediately, but this place was very close to the Zhou family, and he was afraid that he would startle others by speaking too loudly.
I had no choice but to turn around and chase him.
"Feng Kezhi, don't you understand what I mean?
I won't go to dinner with you?"
Feng Kezhi ignored it, strode out of the alley, opened the car door, got in the car, and started the car.
When Meng Lanting saw that he was about to leave, he became anxious and stood in front of the car to prevent him from leaving.
"Feng Kezhi, please don't leave yet.
I beg you.
Don't come here again in the future."
Even she didn't notice that her tone had changed from a commanding tone to a pleading tone.
The car lights came on, the car backed up, bypassed Meng Lanting, left her and went on its own.
Meng Lanting watched the car disappear into the night, feeling angry, hateful and helpless.
He stood there in a daze for a moment.
When he saw Mrs.
Jiang, who lived at the entrance of the alley, sticking her head out of the window, she had no choice but to turn around and return to Zhou's house in frustration.
Mrs.
Zhou was not asleep yet.
She heard her opening the door and came in.
She came out of the room and asked a few questions about dinner in the evening.
Meng Lanting suppressed the annoyance in his heart, answered a few words as usual, asked her to go back to her room to rest, locked the door, and entered the room himself.
After washing up, she turned off the lights and went to bed, closing her eyes.
The scene just now kept replaying in her mind.
She felt upset and confused.
She really couldn't sleep, so she simply got up, turned on the lamp, sat down at the desk, and wanted to prepare.
In Zhou's class, I couldn't write a few words for a long time.
Her eyes fell on the book placed on the corner of the table.
She stopped writing for a moment and concentrated.
She lowered her head, rummaged through the wastebasket at her feet, and retrieved the photos she had thrown in last night.
Meng Lanting stared at the person in the photo for a moment.
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He couldn't help but take a pen and drew a little turtle on his forehead.
After finishing the drawing, he looked at it for a moment and felt it was not enough, so he added two small mustaches.
Looking again, I finally found it funny, and couldn't help but lie on the table, burying my face in my arms, and chuckled softly.
At this moment, there was a gentle knock on the door.
"Lanting, aren't you asleep yet?"
It was Mrs.
Zhou's voice.
Meng Lanting was startled, and hurriedly sat up straight.
He hurriedly stuffed the photos into the book, calmed himself down, said yes, and then went to open the door. gd1806102: