Although the faces of the two people hugging each other could not be seen clearly on the mobile phone screen due to the light, Jiang Zhuliu knew that one of them was Lu Chaoge, who had just separated from him.
He could identify her figure, he could recognize her subtle movements, he could smell the familiar scent on her body-----
There is no doubt that she is the Lu Chaoge whom he has been thinking about and longing for.
It is such a great irony that a woman refuses your protection and companionship just to rush over and embrace another wild man affectionately.
Jiang Zhuliu's smile deepened, and his facial muscles tensed up. He stared at the frozen photo on his phone as if he was appreciating a profound ink painting, and asked, "When did she leave?"
"Young Master, I followed her until she and Fang Yan separated, and then I drove here." Zheng Jing reported carefully. Although Jiang Zhuliu's eyes were not on him, and although Jiang Zhuliu was still looking at his phone screen, he could still feel the sharpness in his eyes and the uncontrollable hostility in his body.
Snapped!
Jiang Zhuliu turned 90 degrees and slapped Zheng Jing in the face. The move was too fierce, too fast, and extremely difficult. Zheng Jing was so shocked at how Jiang Zhuliu could do it so quickly and so well that he didn't even feel the pain on his face.
"I ask you what time it is, and you tell me what time it is? Accurate to the minute, accurate to the second." Jiang Zhuliu roared.
What a shame!
What a huge humiliation!
He is one of the Four Beauties of Huacheng, and one of the most powerful and charming noblemen in Jiangcheng. He is a popular lover. Whenever he appears, countless ladies and noblewomen flock to him, and the bolder ones directly recommend themselves to him.
But is this how Lu Chaoge treats him
Knowing that she didn't like socializing, he walked over to protect her and rescued her.
He wanted to take her to the bar for a drink, but she said she was tired and wanted to walk around the school.
He offered to walk with her, but she said she would do it next time and rejected his kindness.
Spare tire!
Jiang Zhuliu felt that these two golden characters must be engraved on his forehead, because he felt that what he had experienced was 90% similar to the characteristics of the spare tires on the Internet.
The difference is that those spare tires are playing out the story of a loser who loses to a tall, rich and handsome guy, while I am the tall, rich and handsome guy who loses to a poor loser.
After thinking this through, Jiang Zhuliu did not feel the slightest bit relieved, but instead felt even more sad.
"Is it because the woman does not value money or is it because she is just too much of a failure that the tall, rich and handsome man becomes a spare tire?" He began to ponder this extremely confusing and painful question in his mind again.
"Mr. Jiang - she left at about 10:35 pm." Zheng Jing replied quickly.
Jiang Zhuliu thought about it and realized that it was 9:15 when he sent her in, which meant that the two of them had been alone together for more than an hour.
In just over an hour, anything can be done.
Snap----
A crisp sound was heard.
Zheng Jing covered his face out of habit.
When he found out that the sound was not Jiang Zhuliu slapping him but just his cell phone being smashed against the wall by Jiang Zhuliu, he felt inexplicably relieved and grateful to Jiang Zhuliu.
"Young Master Jiang is still very kind." Zheng Jing thought to himself as he secretly put down his hands that were covering his face.
Jiang Zhuliu stood up and walked around the living room of the luxuriously decorated villa.
"Fang Yan." Jiang Zhuliu sneered. "How dare he snatch a woman from me? He is like an old man eating arsenic, courting death."
"Young Master Jiang, please tell me what you want. Zheng Jing will be at your service like a slave." Zheng Jing quickly stepped forward to show his loyalty.
"Then go and kill Fang Yan." Jiang Zhuliu said with a smile.
Zheng Jing's expression froze and he looked at Jiang Zhuliu with horror.
Jiang Zhuliu laughed loudly, patted Zheng Jing on the shoulder and said, "It's just a joke. We are law-abiding people. How could we do such an illegal thing?"
"Yes, yes----" Zheng Jing felt his forehead covered with sweat again. "Mr. Zheng is a smart man, he will definitely not do such a stupid thing."
The smile on Jiang Zhuliu's face disappeared instantly, and he said in a cold voice: "What? Is it stupid to want him to disappear?"
"No, I mean-----I mean------" Zheng Jing was about to cry.
I have a low IQ, please don't play with me like this, okay
Jiang Zhuliu sighed softly and said, "If he could suddenly get into a car accident, I would be very happy."
"------"
Jiang Zhuliu waved his hand and said, "Go ahead. Do your job well. Don't let her know you've been here."
"Yes." Zheng Jing bowed and agreed.
"Of course, with her intelligence, I'm afraid she already knows. If she asks, there's no need for you to hide it - you are the nail I placed next to her, how could she not know anything?"
"Yes." Zheng Jing nodded again.
Jiang Zhuliu waved his hands irritably, and Zheng Jing trotted away.
The old butler who had been standing in the corner and almost ignored his existence came over with a tray in his hand.
Jiang Zhuliu took a clean towel from the tray and wiped his hands. He had just slapped Zheng Jing in the face and his hands were dirty.
"As far as I know, Chaoge shouldn't have gotten so close to that man, right?" Jiang Zhuliu asked with a smile.
"Maybe he did it on purpose because he saw someone taking pictures secretly." The old butler said softly.
"Still so naughty." Jiang Zhuliu shook his head helplessly. "But, she still has so much character. Uncle Liu, a woman like this is flesh and blood, a hundred times better than those mediocre women out there. Isn't that right?"
The old housekeeper paused and said, "A woman is willing to rest her head on a man's shoulder, even if she is acting-----it is a very dangerous thing."
Jiang Zhuliu couldn't laugh anymore and said, "It seems like we have to hurry up with our plan."
"I will urge you to do that." said the old butler. "But - Master, I don't think you should waste too much time on a woman."
"Really?" Jiang Zhuliu said with a hint of sarcasm. "It's about love and dignity. How can you just define her as a woman? She's the woman I like."
The old butler stopped persuading and quietly retreated with the tray.
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Taekwondo gym.
The students in Class Nine looked around and found it extremely novel and interesting.
Some students are Taekwondo enthusiasts and frequent visitors to the gym, and are accustomed to the layout and design here. However, some students, especially many female students, are visiting the Taekwondo gym for the first time, so they are naturally curious about everything here.
"That's weird, why did Teacher Fang ask us to gather here?"
"Are we going to learn a new text today? Which article do you think we will learn today? Who wants to bet with me?"
"Huang Haoran, why hasn't Teacher Fang come yet? Is he still not awake? Call him right away. We are all so anxious, waiting for him to come and solve the mystery-----"
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In the past, students would expect the teacher to come in a little later or to be unable to come because of illness or family matters. If a teacher suddenly asked for a leave of absence for a class due to diarrhea and let the students study on their own, the students would cheer and be so excited that they would want to tear down the desks.
However, after Fang Yan came, this habit suddenly changed. If the teacher didn't come, the students were anxious. If the teacher came late, the students were even more anxious. If the teacher didn't come, they would want to tear down the table. Every Chinese class is a journey of knowledge and soul for them. Taking a Chinese class is equivalent to taking a trip to a beautiful place.
Even now, they are still excited when they think of "Farewell to Cambridge" and "Rainy Alley". When they hear students from other classes or other schools talking about this incident, they raise their necks with pride and say calmly, as if this incident is nothing in their eyes: Humph, you are talking about our class.
They really expect Fang Yan to bring them more and more surprises, and they expect Fang Yan to create more and more miracles for them every day.
Who makes Fang Yan the most respected and favorite "legendary teacher" in their hearts
Of course, I don't know if they will still think so after they know the many "stains" in Fang Yan's life.
Because of Fang Yan's full trust, Huang Haoran's status as the Chinese class representative also rose. Whenever there was something that needed to be communicated with Fang Yan, he would call Fang Yan to report.
Huang Haoran took out his cell phone and prepared to make a call, when he heard Fang Yan say behind him: "Don't waste the phone bill, I'm already here."
"Teacher Fang-----" the students of Class 9 shouted in surprise.
Fang Yan looked at the students' expectant eyes and knew that the effect he wanted had been achieved. Several consecutive surprises had made them curious and looking forward to every Chinese class.
With curiosity and anticipation, do we still need to worry that they won’t learn Chinese well
Fang Yan glanced around the room and asked with a smile, "Is everyone here?"
"Zheng Guodong took sick leave." Huang Haoran said.
"Yes. I know about this matter." Fang Yan said. "Then let's start the class."
"Teacher Fang, why did you ask us to come to the Taekwondo gym? Are you going to teach us martial arts?"
"Is it Tai Chi? It must be Tai Chi. Teacher Fang's Tai Chi posture in Xixia Mountain was so handsome. I even took a photo----"
"That is, if we learn a few tricks and go to a place with lots of girls to play around, how many girls would like it?"
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"We are going to learn The Feast at Hongmen today." Fang Yan said with a smile. (To be continued)