According to people from the school, Qiao Lan and Chu Zheng have no special relationship, just an ordinary teacher-student relationship.

What Chu Zheng did at school was exactly in line with the identity of a teacher.

Qiao's father threw the information on his assistant: "Go and figure it out!"

The assistant dared not say no, picked up the information and left quickly.

Walking out of the ward, the assistant breathed a sigh of relief.

Being with the king is like a tiger.

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Chu Zheng took her clothes back, and Qiao Lian fell asleep on the sofa, with her face pressing against her arms, only showing her side face.

There is no air conditioning in the living room, the boy's face is slightly red and the tip of his nose is covered with slight sweat.

The two tops of the shirt were untied by him, and his fair and delicate collarbone was looming.

The hem of the shirt is not very long, and it makes it look shorter after lying down.

The sofa is too small, and the boy's long legs are slightly bent, revealing a lot of scenery.

Chu Zheng walked to the sofa, looked down at him condescendingly for a while, reached out, stopped on his head for a moment, and then fell down.

Her fingertips penetrated her soft hair and rubbed her gently twice.

The boy was awakened and opened his eyes in a daze.
Chapter completed!