After the lunch break, Director Zhang still called Lin Qi to the office, trained Lin Qi alone, and was concerned about whether he had any special circumstances recently or something was wrong.

Lin Qi lowered his head and said, "Teacher, I'm fine, it's just...there's something going on at home."

It was inconvenient for Director Zhang to ask further questions about family matters. He comforted Lin Qi a few words and finally told Lin Qi - "As the monitor, you should help and care more about the new students."

Lynch: "..."

Lin Qi walked out of Director Zhang's office dejectedly, passed the corner of the corridor, and ran into a hard embrace. His long and strong arms stabilized him, "I always like to walk without looking at the road."

Lin Qicai didn't say that he saw it, but tried with all his strength to knock Meng Hui over.

But he didn't expect Meng Hui's chest to be so hard, almost harder than his head, which caused Lin Qi's own forehead to hurt.

Meng Hui took Lin Qi's arm and walked to a quiet place at the end of the corridor before stopping.

Lynch kept his head lowered, neither resisting nor speaking.

"Are you angry?" Meng Hui lowered his head and said.

Lin Qi thought that he must not be afraid of power and hold back.

"I asked you to take off your clothes. You didn't want to, and I didn't force you. Why are you angry with me again now?" Meng Hui whispered, with an obvious hint of teasing in his tone, which was obviously intentional.

Lin Qi failed his provocation, "I'm not angry."

"If you're not angry, just raise your head."

"..."

The person in front of him lowered his head, with a small curl on top of his head, and the soft hair covering the tips of his ears. He stubbornly expressed his dissatisfaction silently. Meng Hui also felt that he was very bad. In fact, he was already thirty-five years old.
Chapter completed!