Meng Hao was half a head taller than her and was led out by her. He almost fell down. He had no choice but to grab her arm and get closer to her: "I know, just let's go."
Wang Qiu rolled his eyes at him.
There are classes on Friday evening.
A professor from Wang Qiu University suddenly contacted her: "Xiao Qiu, I heard that you have organized a calligraphy class. I want my grandson to attend the class and experience it."
"You can come anytime."
In college, Wang Qiu took Professor Du Zhenlin's elective course. Since Wang Qiu always sat in the front row, Du Zhenlin took special care of her. Basically, Wang Qiu answered every question.
Normally, when seeing him on campus, Du Zhenlin would greet Wang Qiu warmly and cordially.
Of course Wang Qiu respects him very much.
When Professor Du came to see off his grandson, the two of them chatted for a while.
But he didn't expect that it was him who came to pick up Professor Du's grandson. Wang Qiu woke up at his house this morning.
He was still wearing the same clothes as when he left in the morning, black pants, white shirt, and black casual shoes.
When he saw Wang Qiu, he reluctantly moved the corner of his mouth and stretched out his hand like a sneer: "Hello."
Wang Qiu stretched out his hand in a daze: "Hello, hello."
"Uncle Zhou, you're here." Du Zhenlin's grandson Du Hechuan trotted over.
He looked at Wang Qiu, his eyes slightly curved with a hint of smile and narrowness: "What time will you close the door?"
"It's past nine o'clock." Wang Qiu was confused, but still answered.
He took Du Hechuan's hand and left. Du Hechuan had just entered the first grade and was as tall as his waist. He had long legs and a straight back, holding hands with one big and one small.
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At eight-fifty, Wang Qiu arranged the things and swept the floor briefly. As he lowered his head to put the things, he saw a slender leg in front of his eyes.
Wang Qiu raised his head and looked at him suspiciously: "Did you leave something behind?"
"Yeah." Then he stopped talking and stood at the door quietly waiting for Wang Qiu.
Wang Qiu finished packing her things and locked the door. As soon as she turned around, he was blocked in front of the door. He bent down and said into her ear: "I'll treat you to a meal."
Wang Qiu had no time to refuse, so he pulled him away.
After crossing the road, he walked a few steps to the back door of his community and went straight in.
Wang Qiu was depressed. In the morning, he walked in a long circle out of the front door. After walking for so long, it turned out that he only needed to cross a street to the back door.
Wang Qiu was confused, looking at the man pulling him in front of him, wanting to get rid of him, but curious about what he was going to do.
When he arrived at his house, the man closed the door, turned around, picked her up and pushed her down on the sofa.
After the whole process, Wang Qiu was stunned. He immediately wanted to get up, but was completely enveloped by him.
"What do you want to do?" Wang Qiu asked.
But before he could finish speaking, he blocked her with his mouth.
The kiss was long and deep, and Wang Qiu's head went completely blank, completely immersed in it.
When he raised his head, he continued to lean over and look at her and said, "You bit me last night, and I want to bit you too."
Wang Qiu could feel that his face was as red as a monkey's butt, and it was very hot.
But in an instant, Wang Qiu reacted and immediately pushed him away, stood up, and pointed at him: "You, your child, are still in school. You don't study well."
He spread his hands in confusion, and his voice was mixed with a helpless laughter: "I'm twenty-six, I graduated early."
"Then you said you were going to class in the morning."
The man suddenly understood, but there was not much expression on his face. He just said calmly: "I am a lecturer."
