Because of that kiss, Cen Yunong was always a little absent-minded.
No, the plan for recruiting team members hadn't been written yet, so she was holding her cheek in front of the computer, a little dazed.
In his mind, he couldn't help but replay what he had experienced yesterday - his lips were warm, with the rich taste of bitter coffee, making people feel as if they were being illuminated by the sun. But his lips were full of warmth again.
Some strong offensive power. At the moment when she was distracted, his teeth slightly bit her lip. At the moment when she was in pain, he gently separated the distance between them. Cen Yunong admitted that he was a little confused.
Somewhat confused by this man named Gu Ruoqian.
There is a very complicated aura about him, which seems gentle, yet strong. It seems strong, yet gentle. The two feelings are wonderfully blended together, and have been most perfectly verified in him.
Cen Yunong has an innate fondness for gentle men, but deep down she also likes strong and cold men like Gu Shaoqin.
Therefore, when these two feelings were perfectly combined in one person, Cen Yunong admitted that he was a little confused.
Her slender fingers unconsciously grasped the cup of hot coffee brought next to her.
"What are you thinking about?" someone asked in her ear.
"Think-" Cen Yunong was about to blurt out what he had just thought, but he immediately became alert. He raised his head and found Zhou Ziqiao standing beside him. Then he breathed a sigh of relief and smiled, "Brother, what are you doing?"
When did you come in?"
Zhou Ziqiao smiled, sat down next to her, and took a sip of coffee: "I came in just now. Seeing you sitting here staring at the computer in a daze, I thought you were working too hard, so I made you a cup of coffee to relieve your fatigue."
"Oh~" Cen Yunong stuck out his tongue in embarrassment, not daring to tell Zhou Ziqiao that he was thinking about Gu Ruoqian just now.
"How is the plan? Do you want me to take a look at it for you?" Zhou Ziqiao smiled and leaned over to look at the computer, but saw that there were still only three words on the computer: plan.
"What's wrong? Did you hit some bottleneck? So you can't continue writing?" Zhou Ziqiao frowned and looked at Cen Yunong.
Cen Yunong shook his head slightly, thought for a while, and then asked: "I don't know. I was upset when I woke up this morning. I have been here for about three hours and haven't held back a word! Ahhhhhh, okay.
So depressing!”
"Take a rest if you're depressed. You don't have to go to work until next Monday anyway, so there's no need to be in such a hurry. There are still six days left." Zhou Ziqiao said in his usual doting tone.
Cen Yunong sighed softly and nodded. He was about to close the computer and take a rest when he heard Zhou Ziqiao smile: "Today is the Chinese Valentine's Day. The school is celebrating the Chinese Valentine's Day. Are you coming?"
Cen Yunong frowned: "Qixi Festival? When did our school celebrate this festival?"
Zhou Zi Qiaoqing smiled lightly: "It's just a bunch of children who are bored, so they are tossing around. But..."
As he spoke, he took out a large pile of invitations from his bag.
Cen Yunong's sharp eyes caught sight of the small red hearts painted on the invitations, and he couldn't help but reach out and grab them to take a look.
"Haha, brother, I didn't expect that these female students you teach are still so wolf-like!" Cen Yunong looked at the explicit words of love on the invitation card and teased Zhou Ziqiao with great joy.
Zhou Ziqiao blushed slightly: "Xiao Nong, don't say that, they..."
"Well, I have nothing to do anyway, so I'll go and see it with you. It's a good show. Hahaha. In ancient times, there was 'Han Xin chasing Xiao He under the moon'. In modern times, there is a bold girl chasing after her mentor under the moon. It's worth looking forward to.
, worth looking forward to." Cen Yunong teased Zhou Ziqiao, unaware that his face quietly turned pale.
Chinese Valentine's Day.
Also known as Chinese Valentine's Day.
Since Valentine's Day in the West has become very popular in China, making merchants make a lot of money, smart Chinese people will naturally not let go of the golden sign of Chinese Valentine's Day!
Although the Western Valentine's Day has red roses and chocolates that make thousands of girls obsessed with it, it also evolved from a bloody story - according to legend, a missionary named Lover was killed, and the festival was created to commemorate him.
Such a bloody story can make girls fascinated. There is no reason that the meeting of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl on the Magpie Bridge in our own country should not have a greater effect.
Therefore, the Chinese Valentine's Day garden party organized in the school naturally became the domain of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl.
The car stopped at the school gate. Cen Yunong sat in the car and rolled down the window. He saw two big inflatable magpies standing in front of the school, swaying with the wind. It really looked like that.
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Although Le Feng was still very young, he was so happy to see these two fat magpies. He kicked his little feet hard on Cen Yunong's legs and kept moving his chubby little arms around. He was so happy!
"Uncle, give me a hug, little Bao'er, come on, uncle, give me a hug!" Seeing that his little nephew was extremely happy, Zhou Ziqiao was also extremely happy. He quickly unbuckled his seat belt and reached out to pick him up from the back seat.
Cen Yunong rolled his eyes at him angrily: "I told you to let him sleep at home. The nanny came to coax him. But you had to take him out! Then the kid missed his bedtime and started to make trouble, and you coaxed him.
?”
Zhou Ziqiao lovingly kissed his little nephew's chubby little face, reached out to wipe away the saliva from his mouth, then took out a little duck blanket from the car seat beside him and wrapped him tightly.
stand up.
Although it is summer now, it is night after all, and children are weak, so they still need to pay more attention.
"Hey, let me tell you, are you coaxing him?" Cen Yunong finally thought that he could go out and play, but he didn't expect to bring this little "oil bottle" with him! Just kidding! She is a contemporary woman, she is so young.
Forget about being a mother, now you don’t even give her a chance to have fun?
"Okay, okay, of course I am coaxing him. I am coaxing him. Don't worry?" Zhou Ziqiao gently hugged his nephew and got out of the car, and said to Cen Yunong with a smile.
This mother and son!
They really look like a pair of children. Although Cen Yunong looks like an adult, in fact, she is no different from a child in her heart.
"That's pretty much it!" Cen Yunong reluctantly nodded and walked into the school gate.
The university she attended was not the same as the university where Zhou Ziqiao taught, so she was not worried about meeting any acquaintances here.
Of course, this acquaintance also includes his mother and stepfather.
Thinking of his mother, Cen Yunong couldn't help but feel sulky!
She knew that she could not be blamed for her mother's failure. After all, she was just a nanny with a low level of education. Naturally, such cultural quality could not be compared with that of Zhou Xian, a university professor.
So I don't blame the mother. The only purpose for their mother and daughter to marry into the Zhou family is that the mother can serve Zhou Xian better. Apart from that, there is no other use.
However, she was not convinced! She just couldn't swallow this breath!
Why does she have to be branded "despicable"? God is also a stranger to others, so why can Zhou Yuhan, that wealthy lady, enjoy a prosperous life? It's not fair!
For example, now, it has been almost two years since she visited that so-called home, but no one has ever cared about her life and death. Her mother only asked her a few questions during the occasional phone calls, and the rest was just a matter of time.
No more questions.
So Cen Yunong really has no feeling for the term "home". If it weren't for Zhou Ziqiao, I'm afraid she wouldn't occasionally outline the so-called home in her mind.
"Xiao Nong, look!" In the midst of his indignation, Cen Yunong heard Zhou Ziqiao's surprised voice coming from behind.
"What?" She turned around angrily. When she saw clearly what Zhou Ziqiao was holding, Cen Yunong's expression became helpless.
Because, Zhou Ziqiao actually held two large marshmallows in his hands, and they were two marshmallows made into pink heart shapes!
"Actually, you really can be more childish." Cen Yunong rolled his eyes, crossed his arms, and said in a critical tone, "Actually, you can go buy those marshmallows from Xi Yangyang and Big Big Wolf, really."