Chapter nine hundred and eighty seventh circle of friends
About ten minutes later, Zhang Ting came out of the school gate on a women's bicycle. 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 legs.
Slender and round, he gently stroked the hair in front of his forehead, with joy and surprise in his eyebrows and a little guilt, "Xiaojing, why are you here?"
It's not a big deal for a mature and intellectual university physics professor to ride a bicycle out of school. But if this mature female professor is in her forties, she looks like she's in her thirties, and she has a good figure, with graceful bumps.
Wearing late-autumn trousers, tightly stretched, the sexy and mature curves of her legs are outlined. This picture of a female professor riding a bicycle is very tasteful.
Jing Gao immediately felt his heart 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 the round and soft peach.
It's at his fingertips.
But thinking that it was on the street outside her university campus, Professor Zhang was famous in the Beijing University of Posts and Telecommunications, and there were students writing anonymous love letters to her. Maybe they would recognize them and post them on the campus BBS. That would be fun.
It was too late, so he gave up. The corners of his mouth naturally raised, and he said: "I went to the University of Political Science and Law to find a friend, but she was not there. I was walking here when I came here, and 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 be close to. I'm talking about friends you can hang out with."
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Zhang Ting was riding a bicycle on the sidewalk. Jing Gao stood by the curb. She looked up at him slightly. Jing Gao said in surprise: "What's the meaning 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, why don't you just 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, 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, the status gap, the money
The differences don'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 everyone has their own life. Of course, girls are different.
So for a rich and idle person like you, usually there will be a few friends with whom you can talk. You can talk about hobbies, talk about politics, whatever you want, just a pot of tea and a few people, and the time will pass.
But to say that this friendship is so deep that we can entrust the funeral arrangements or have heart-to-heart conversations, that is obviously not possible. There are many such dinner parties in the capital. A few people form a party and chat together, which is enjoyable. Our school
Many professors here like to invite friends to have a drink and chat together.
Of course, you are a business person, and unlike the academic circle, your circle will be more utilitarian. That is what I said, just chat and be friends. Business is business.
I've never seen such a circle of friends around you. Subordinates don't 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.
Gu Cha/span> "That's it." Jing Gao is very thick-skinned and doesn't feel embarrassed to be teased by a mature beauty. He said: "Sister Zhang, I'm still young! When you are young, be careful about sex. I
You are now past your teenage years. 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 very 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 for her!
In fact, at this stage of his life, simply enjoying the vase does not bring much pleasure. Some people always say that beautiful women have the same description words, but this is quite normal. Because beautiful women all have something in common, otherwise how would you think she is beautiful?
Is your skin good? Are your body proportions good? Your eyes should be sharp and not squinted, right? And so on. In the dialect of Beijing, it means being beautiful and smooth.
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 he eats too much good food, he will pay more attention to the connotation.
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Zhang Ting is a great beauty with great connotation.
Zhang Ting was a little shy, Jing Gao's eyes were too straightforward, and 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 leave for the afternoon. I will ride there first.
.You will come over later."
The fact that he came to her shows that she is still a very attractive woman in his eyes. Naturally, she wants to entertain him well! In fact, she also wants to.
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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 put his arms around Zhang Ting, leaning on the bedside, and together they admired the scenery outside the window.
Light rain.
The air conditioner buzzed, and the alley streets became lively with students in the evening. The noise and smoke of fireworks came from time to time. The graceful, intellectual and beautiful mature woman cuddled softly against the young man, like a flower being watered.
The delicate flowers are soft and tender with the smell of hot flashes.
"Ting'er, how did Yu Dafu write that sentence: one layer of autumn rain and one 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 that, she unconsciously felt a little disappointed. Because his wife Li Mengwei studied literature and did translation.
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!" Provide you with the fastest updates and free reading.