Chapter 470 Heart like still water? Stop his mother's water! (While it's hot)
How could there be a sense of immediacy that he was having an affair behind his wife's back?
Facing Su Qingdai who was approaching with Xiangfeng, Zhao Rong subconsciously tilted his head back and stayed away from her.
His eyelids twitched.
"Su...Miss Su, it's too late at night, you'd better go back and rest early."
"What...did you call me?"
"…………"
Zhao Rong didn't know why, but he lowered his eyes slightly, not daring to keep staring at her for fear of losing control.
He swallowed, "Qing... Qingdai."
"Well, here you are~"
Su Qingdai's cold face with exquisite makeup suddenly burst into a bright smile, just like the dark night sky, lit up by bright fireworks for a moment.
"Zi...yu..."
Her naturally cold voice was particularly sweet in front of him.
Zhao Rong's eyelids jumped when he heard this sultry voice.
Why are you so damn cute? My heart...is finished.
At this moment, he wished that his body would be shaken, so he immediately pulled the suicidal Fairy Su, pinned her down on her legs, and spanked her so hard that she cried and begged for mercy.
No! You have to hold it back, hold it back!
Zhao Rong lowered his head and looked away from Su Qingdai, muttering repeatedly:
"Know your mind and see your nature...Know your mind and see your nature...Elegance and easy-going..."
"What are you thinking about... Hey, Ziyu, you... you are already in the Fuyao realm!"
Su Qingdai was slightly confused, then suddenly laughed.
She pretended to be surprised and called out, and at the same time took the opportunity to take a step forward to hold Zhao Rong's hand.
You...don't come here...
Zhao Rong immediately took a step back, looking wary.
He was immediately speechless.
No, can we stop acting? I don’t believe you didn’t know before you came here...
Although the movement of his breakthrough just now was not big, Su Qingdai in the west wing should be able to detect it if she was intentional.
Then I contacted her and knocked on the door secretly at the right time...
She also knew that Zhao Rong was planning to defeat Fuyao tonight, so she came here eagerly at this moment, obviously to... take the lead.
Good guy, are you all here to snatch this thing?
Zhao Rong was helpless.
Su Qingdai stopped moving, not daring to disobey him too much, so that the right man would feel that she didn't listen to him.
He is so domineering, so he probably doesn't like the kind of women who don't listen to him, and prefers sensible and well-behaved women...
In front of the door, a stunning woman in black dress held her hands in front of her, standing pretty on the spot.
She lowered her head, turned her beautiful eyes upward, and carefully looked at the expression and attitude of the strange man in front of her.
At this time, what Zhao Rong didn't know was that whether he could get his first time was very important to Su Qingdai, and even the hope of a comeback.
Most men will generally be deeply impressed by the woman they meet for the first time, and endow them with some kind of simple beauty, subtle and gentle care...
It was quiet for a moment in front of the door.
Seeing the beautiful woman in black dress with burning eyes in front of him, Zhao Rong was now two heads tall, well, two.
He took a deep breath, suppressed the angry dragon that raised its head, and said "Wenwenya": "Qingdai, didn't you promise to obey me? I want to practice quietly tonight, but I didn't ask you to come over."
The tone is tactful, but in short, he is ignorant.
Su Qingdai whispered: "Ziyu, but haven't you already broken the mirror... You, please let me come into the room, and I... I will tell you the key points of the Fuyao realm to help you stabilize the realm."
"Are you teaching me how to do things?" Zhao Rong glared at her.
"No... not at all! I listened to you, it was just a small suggestion, and tonight... apart from being unable to sleep and missing you, there is something else going on."
Zhao Rong had no expression on his face, "What's the matter with you? You have to come here in the middle of the night."
Su Qingdai shook the volume of books she had been holding in her left hand and said seriously with a pretty face:
"You know, I am reading the Mohist classics now. This Tianzhi realm was named by Mozi. All the monks in the Tianzhi realm in the world have to read Mo. When you held me in your arms last night, you recommended several Mohist classics to me.
I went to look for it early in the morning.
"I just stayed up in the middle of the night and was studying. It's just that my daughter doesn't study much. She went to the mountains to practice since she was a child. She doesn't have such great knowledge as Tzuyu. Well, but now that I have Tzuyu, I will definitely be interested in it.
I'm fine, um, although Tzuyu's 'good' hurts a little..."
She smiled lightly, her tone was a little playful, and the last sentence was even more meaningful, making Zhao Rong's mouth twitch slightly.
"Ziyu, I read a lot of difficult questions and couldn't figure it out, so I came to you for advice. I...I don't do anything else. I just listen to your explanations carefully. I will be obedient...you...what you say, I will
Listen to everyone..."
The stunning woman in the black dress had a peach blossom look on her face. She lowered her head to look at her embroidered shoes and held a book in both hands. As she spoke, her voice became smaller and smaller.
"…………"
Zhao Rong has a black line on his forehead.
Are you eager to learn? Are you here to ask for advice? Who would ask a teacher for advice in the middle of the night? Humph, don't think I don't know.
Zhao Rong suddenly took another deep breath, seeming to be trying to heal this.
"No..." He shook his head and was about to speak again.
Su Qingdai suddenly stepped forward, stood on her tiptoes, and pecked him on the lips. At the moment of the light touch, the nimble little snake even swiped and moistened Zhao Rong's dry lips. Immediately, her cheeks were filled with peach blossoms, and she turned around.
Bypassing Zhao Rong, holding the scroll in both hands, he quickly fled into the house...
Like an aura lark standing pretty on a pear branch, it is frightened by strangers and flies away lightly.
The young Confucian scholar was frozen in place.
He opened his eyes wide and remained still, looking at the door.
Then he slowly raised his hand and rubbed his face.
"My heart is as still as water... my heart is as still as water... still... how the hell can I stop water?"
Zhao Rong felt that the gun could no longer be suppressed tonight.
"Ziyu, please close the door quickly. It's cold outside. Don't catch a cold."
A woman's clear voice came from the room behind him.
Zhao Rong did not look back immediately.
He stood at the door, holding on to the door, and couldn't help but glance towards the west wing again.
Xiao Qian'er has gone to sleep, is she covered in a small quilt now?
Sometimes when she was sleeping, she liked to call his name, either angry, sweet, or unhappy. Then every time she woke up, she would squint her eyes and tilt her head, and ask him nervously if he knew what she was dreaming about.
Of course Zhao Rong knew that the little girl couldn't hide what she was talking about in her sleep, but every time she would answer two wrong answers first, and then she would answer correctly the third time, and then Xiao Qian'er would jump up and punch him with her fists, pouting.
explain:
"Okay, you know it too." "You just deliberately bullied people in your dream." "If you have any ability to bully a maid, let the maid bully you if you have the ability." Balabala.
Zhao Rong can only surrender obediently, let the 'maid' bully him, and seek justice...
At this moment, he secretly thought... So, Xiao Qian'er is calling his name in his sleep again and is being bullied by him in his "dream"?
And he is now... in Gan Gods and Demons?
Zhao Rong suddenly felt a little weak, and then...a little bit of excitement.
The next second, the young Confucian scholar's pupils dilated slightly, and a faint line of blood quickly circulated around the arc of his pupils, which looked like paint.
That little feeling filled my heart instantly.
Before it, there were already desires and thoughts that were aroused by Su Qingdai, making waves in the heart, but they were suppressed by Zhao Rong before, but at this moment...
This thrilling feeling suddenly became the last straw that broke the camel's back!
So, at this time, the stunning woman in black skirt next to the desk in the room turned around and saw this strange scene:
I saw the young Confucian scholar next to the door turning around slightly, then suddenly closing his eyes, taking a deep breath, his lips moving, as if he was repeating four words...
"Tzuyu, you...what's wrong with you."
Su Qingdai bit her red lips, blinked and whispered.
The young scholar licked his lips, closed his eyes and said:
"Qingdai, I'll give you one more chance, go back quickly, otherwise... I will teach you... what is the Mo family... what is... Tianzhi."
Su Qingdai shrank her head, her eyes were a little dodgeful, and she said softly, "Oh," but did not answer directly.
She turned around like an ostrich, stared at the tablecloth hanging down to the ground, and changed the subject: "Hey, Tzuyu, why do you still have a tablecloth on your desk? The tablecloth is a bit long. Let me tie it up for you."
As she spoke, Su Qingdai put the scroll on the desk, turned her back to Zhao Rong, and bent her back.
As a result, the fragrant butt under the black skirt enlarged in front of Zhao Rong's eyes, like a plump peach, completely stretched out. The fabric of the black skirt was so tight that anyone who saw it would subconsciously worry.
This smooth fabric will burst in one second. Isn’t it too economical?
Looking up, you can see Li Nu's unique slender waist, and looking down, you can see a pair of long, straight and round legs, with two ankles as white as snow faintly exposed...
This stunning divorced woman was bending over with her back, her long hands tied with a tablecloth.
In front of the door, the young Confucian scholar nodded gently.
"Know your mind and see your nature...Know your mind and you will see your nature...I understand, I'm here to see my nature."
"Bang" the door was slammed shut by a big hand.
The young Confucian scholar smiled and turned around calmly.
He reached out and closed the window again.
Then, he walked towards the desk and the woman.
On the way, I casually took out a stick to wipe my forehead and tied it on my forehead.
"Hey, Zhao Rong, what are you doing? You can just defend yourself against the villains outside, but why are you guarding me? This...who cares about this? I feel sorry for you or you didn't stick to your heart..."
The young Confucian scholar said nothing and ignored the sword spirit who was still in his heart and muttered in protest.
With his face as usual, he walked up behind the woman in black skirt who was bending to tie something, and slapped her with his palm. There was a crisp sound of "snap", which was solid and solid. At the same time, the ground shook and the mountains shook, and there were waves.
Su Qingdai let out a panicked 'yeah' and turned her head to look pitifully at the ruthless Zhao Rong, "Well... Ziyu."
Zhao Rong reached out and picked up the book on the table, the ink book that Su Qingdai had brought to ask questions.
"turn around."
he said calmly.
As he spoke, he raised his hand and slapped her hot erection.
"It hurts...oh." Su Qingdai quickly behaved and stood up to turn around.
However, Zhao Rong pressed her slim waist with his big hand, and the woman's soft body was pressed down again.
"Sir, you can teach me. Tonight, I will talk to you about Tianzhi. However, students are not allowed to stand in front of the teacher. This is called...respecting teachers."
He chuckled.
Su Qingdai was stunned and couldn't stand, so how could she turn around? Squatting?
However, the next second, she understood, because the 'sir' had put the scroll in his hand on her head and pressed it down.
Su Qingdai leaned forward and knelt down, holding her hands on the ground.
She blushed, moved her knees, and turned around while kneeling.
Of course the students have to kneel down in front of the teacher.
In the room, in front of the desk, a stunning woman in black dress was kneeling on the floor in front of a young scholar. She buried her head in shame and did not dare to look at him. Some faint sounds came from her lips and teeth, "Woo..."
Ziyu, don’t be like this..."
The latter chuckled lightly, bent down, held the book in his hand, and slowly raised the woman's chin that poked her chest.
Let her kneel down and look up at him from bottom to top.
"You are not allowed to lower your head in class and look at the teacher, you know? This is called classroom discipline."
Zhao Rong tapped the ink book rolled into a stick shape on her smooth forehead.
"..." Su Qingdai.
"Huh?" He made a nasal sound.
"Uh-huh!" She responded inaudibly with her long eyelashes trembling.
The stunning woman in the black dress looked away like a deer, but she no longer dared to lower her head in class.
Zhao Rong glanced at Su Qingdai beneath him, and nodded slightly with satisfaction.
"Well, let's start class then. I'll give you some extra tutoring after you're ready."
"... Dai... Dai'er will listen to you." The beauty's voice trembled and she was extremely shy.
Zhao Rong said happily: "Yes, sir, I am lazy and don't want to work too hard. Next, you have to be sensible, you know?"
The expression on Su Qingdai's face was charming and endearing. At this moment, she looked slightly stunned and nodded, "I know."
Inside a dimly lit room.
The teacher smiled and suddenly said: "Qingdai, where are your textbooks? Don't you take out your textbooks in class?"
The student was stunned, "What...what textbook?"
She glanced at the scroll of ink books in his hand, which she had brought with him. At this moment, he was opening it, rolled it into a stick shape, and held it in his hand.
Mr. Zhao shook the stick-shaped scroll in his hand and said with a smile: "This is my textbook, where is your textbook?"
The student bit his lip, looked down at his empty hands, and then looked up at the smiling gentleman. Then he suddenly became startled, and his eyes began to leave his face, slowly moving downwards...
After a while, the student finally saw the textbook.
Her beautiful eyes were wide open and her cheeks were flushed, like the brilliant peach blossoms in spring, unparalleled in beauty.