About ten minutes later, Zhang Ting rode a women's bicycle out of the school gate. She pressed the brake in front of Jing Gao and stopped with her feet on the ground. She was 1.72 meters tall and had long and slender legs. Round and round, he gently stroked the hair on his forehead, with joy and surprise in his eyebrows and eyes, and a little guilty, "Xiaojing, why are you here?"
It is nothing for a mature and intellectual university physics professor to ride a bicycle out of school. But if this mature woman is in her forties, she takes care of herself as if she were in her thirties, and her body is in good shape, with graceful bumps. Wearing late autumn trousers, they were tightly stretched and outlined the sexy and mature curves of her legs. This scene of a female professor riding a bicycle is very interesting.
Jing Gao immediately felt that his heart was pounding. Looking at the elegant, white and intellectual mature woman, he took out his hand from his trouser pocket. He wanted to touch her, those slender legs like columns and round soft peaches. Right at his fingertips.
But thinking that it was on the street outside her university campus, given Professor Zhang's popularity at the Beijing University of Posts and Telecommunications, there were still students writing anonymous love letters to her. Maybe they would recognize them and post them on the campus BBS. That would be fun. When it got too big, I gave up. The corners of his mouth naturally raised and he said: "I went to the University of Political Science and Law to look for a friend, but she wasn't here. I was walking here when I came here, and then I thought of you and asked if you were there."
Zhang Ting smiled softly, with intellectual charm, and said: "She must be my girlfriend!"
Jing Gao smiled and said, "You can guess this?"
Zhang Ting smiled and said, "I've never seen you have any male friends." Jian Jinggao wanted to argue, so she quickly added, "I'm not talking about friends you can have a close relationship with. I'm talking about friends you can hang out with." ."
Zhang Ting is riding a bicycle on the sidewalk. Jing Gao stood at the curb. She looked up at him slightly. Jing Gao said in surprise: "What is there in this?"
Zhang Ting tilted her head slightly, looking a little girlish, with a smile in her bright eyes, and said, "You still don't have enough time in the capital!"
Jing Gao laughed and said, "Sister Zhang, you might as well say that I don't have enough background. This is a fact. It only took me two or three years to make a fortune."
Zhang Ting's beautiful eyes were slightly angry, and she was a beautiful mature woman who was bright but not kitsch, and said angrily: "Don't interrupt, just listen to me first."
At this moment, Jing Gao couldn't help but think of Wu Manqing from Jingxin University. Manqing sometimes liked him to call her "Teacher Wu". Or, people who are teachers have a desire to express themselves and don’t like others to interrupt.
Zhang Ting continued: "A person will always have one or two good friends who can be close to each other. They can talk to each other about anything. They can go without contact for a long time but can call them out for a drink with just one phone call. Such friends, status gap, money The gap doesn't matter.
However, in daily life, if you have free time, who would spend all day with your close friends? There are not so many topics to talk about, and each of them has his own life. Of course, girls are different.
So I think a wealthy and idle person like you usually has a few friends with whom you can talk. Talk about hobbies, talk about politics, whatever you want, a pot of tea, a few people, time will pass.
But if this friendship is deep enough to be entrusted with funeral arrangements and heart to heart, that's obviously not possible. There are many such restaurants in the capital. A few people formed a game and chatted together, which was interesting. Many professors in our school like to invite friends to have a drink and chat together.
Of course, you are a business person. Unlike the academic circle, your circle will be more utilitarian. That's what I said, just chat and be friends. Business is business.
I have never seen such a circle of friends around you. Subordinates do not count. You spend all your time with women. Am I right? "
At the end of the sentence, Zhang Ting couldn't help but laugh, charming and charming.
"That's it." Jing Gao was very thick-skinned and didn't feel embarrassed to be teased by a mature beauty. He said: "Sister Zhang, I'm still young! When I was young, I was careful about sex. I am now past my teenage years. Period. Sister Zhang, you really don’t look like a forty-three-year-old woman.”
Zhang Ting pursed her lips and smiled, and said: "I am not originally. I should have been two years older in order to study. My real age is 41 years old, which is the same age as your (An) Xiaoqian." She and An Xiaoqian is a best friend.
It is common for mature and beautiful women to talk about certain topics.
Jing Gao laughed and admired the beautiful woman in front of him. She was really the darling of time. She was still very young at this age, with a standard beauty face, elegant and beautiful facial features, bright but not kitsch, and a mature and concave figure. The curves are even more ups and downs, full of the charm of a mature and beautiful woman, making men fall in love with her!
In fact, at this stage of his life, simply enjoying the vase does not bring much pleasure. Some people always say that the words used to describe beautiful women are the same, but this is quite normal. Because all beauties have something in common, otherwise how would you think she is beautiful?
Is your skin in good shape? Are the body proportions better? Your eyes need to be bright, and you can't squint them, right? And so on. Take the Beijing dialect as an example, it means Pan Liang Tiao Shun.
Yang Chun from Beijing University of Foreign Studies brought Cen Yulu, the Japanese school beauty, to him. Although he was very angry today, he did not want to find this beautiful school beauty who spoke excellent Japanese. Without him, if you eat too much good food, you will pay more attention to the connotation.
Zhang Ting is a great beauty with great connotation.
Zhang Ting was a little shy. Jing Gao's eyes were too straightforward. She tried hard to make her voice sound calmer and said softly: "Xiao Jing, go to my coffee shop! I have asked the waiter to take off for the afternoon. I will ride there first. .You’ll come over later.”
The fact that he came to her showed that she was still a very attractive woman in his eyes. Of course she wanted to entertain him well! In fact, she had some thoughts too.
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In the evening, it started to rain for some reason. In the living room on the second floor of the "unknown" cafe located in an alley outside the University of Posts and Telecommunications, Jing Gao hugged Zhang Ting and leaned on the bedside, admiring the light rain outside the window together.
The air conditioner buzzed, and the streets outside the alley became lively with students in the evening. Noise and smoke from fireworks could be heard from time to time. The graceful, intellectual and beautiful mature woman cuddled softly against the young man, like a watered delicate flower, with a soft and warm breath.
"Ting'er, what did Yu Dafu say: a layer of autumn rain and a layer of coolness."
Zhang Ting's voice was a little hoarse and she said with a smile: "Xiaojing, I am a professor of physics, not a professor of the School of Liberal Arts." After saying this, she unconsciously felt a little disappointed. Because his wife Li Mengwei studied literature and worked as a translator. Looking at the drizzle outside the window, I cuddled up silently.
Somehow, she still wanted to say what was in her heart, "Xiaojing, I am very happy!"
