Although he couldn't see the faces of the two people hugging each other on the phone screen due to the lighting, Jiang Zhuliu knew that one of them was Lu Chaoge, who he had just separated from.
He could distinguish her figure, he could recognize her subtle movements, he could smell the familiar scent on her body...
There was no doubt that she was the Lu Chaoge that he couldn't forget about.
A woman rejected your protection and companionship in order to rush over and hug another wild man affectionately. This was really ironic.
The smile on Jiang Zhuliu's face grew wider and the muscles on his face tightened. He stared at the frozen photo on the phone like he was admiring a profound ink painting. He asked, "When did she leave?"
"Eldest Young Master, I followed her until she and Fang Yan separated before I drove over here." Zheng Jing carefully reported. Although Jiang Zhuliu's gaze wasn't on him, 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.
Slap!
Jiang Zhuliu did a ninety-degree turn and slapped Zheng Jing across the face. This action was too ferocious, too fast, and too difficult. While Zheng Jing was shocked at how Jiang Zhuliu was able to execute this action so quickly and well, he didn't feel the pain on his face.
"I asked you what time it was, and you just told me what time it was? Accurate down to the minute, accurate down to the second. "Jiang Zhuliu roared.
Shameful!
This was a huge humiliation!
He was one of the four prodigies of Huacheng, one of the most powerful and charming young masters in Jiang City. He was the lover of the masses. As long as he appeared, countless socialites and noble ladies would flock to him and boldly recommend themselves to sleep with him...
But, was this how Lu Chaoge treated him?
Knowing that she didn't like to socialize, 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 take a walk at school.
He offered to accompany her for a walk, but she said next time and rejected his good intentions.
Bei Tai!
Jiang Zhuliu felt that these two shining words must have been engraved on his forehead. That was because he felt that what he had encountered was 90% similar to the characteristics of the spare tires on the internet.
The difference was that those spare tires acted out the story of a loser losing to a tall, rich, and handsome man, while he was a tall, rich, and handsome man losing to a poor loser.
Thinking of this, Jiang Zhuliu did not rejoice at all. Instead, he felt even more sorrowful.
"Is it because women don't love money or because I'm too much of a failure?" He began to think about this incomparably tangled and painful question.
"Young Master Jiang … She left at around 10: 35 pm," Zheng Jing quickly answered.
Jiang Zhuliu thought about it. When he sent her in, it was a quarter past nine. In other words, the two of them had been alone together for more than an hour.
Anything could be done in just over an hour.
Kacha …
A crisp sound was heard.
Zheng Jing covered his face out of habit.
When he realized that the sound wasn't from Jiang Zhuliu slapping him, but from his phone being smashed against the wall by Jiang Zhuliu, he inexplicably felt gratified and grateful to Jiang Zhuliu.
"Young Master Jiang is still very benevolent." Zheng Jing secretly put down his hand that was covering his face and thought in his heart.
Jiang Zhuliu stood up and paced back and forth in the luxuriously decorated villa's living room.
"Fang Yan." Jiang Zhuliu sneered. "How dare he snatch my woman away from me? He's courting death by eating arsenic. "
"Young Master Jiang, just tell me what you need. Zheng Jing will do anything for you." Zheng Jing quickly stood up to express his loyalty.
"Then go kill Fang Yan." Jiang Zhuliu said with a smile.
Zheng Jing's expression froze as he looked at Jiang Zhuliu in horror.
Jiang Zhuliu laughed and patted Zheng Jing's shoulder. "I'm just kidding. We are law-abiding people. How could we do such an illegal thing? "
"Yes, that's right …" Zheng Jing felt his forehead covered in sweat again. "Zheng is a smart person. He definitely wouldn't do such a stupid thing."
The smile on Jiang Zhuliu's face instantly disappeared as he said in a cold voice, "What? Is it stupid to want him to disappear? "
"Not really. I mean … I mean …" Zheng Jing was about to cry.
I'm stupid. Don't play with me like this, okay?
Jiang Zhuliu sighed softly and said, "If he suddenly gets into a car accident, I'll be very happy."
"…"
Jiang Zhuliu waved his hand and said, "Go. Just do your job. Don't let her know that you came. "
"Yes." Zheng Jing bowed and agreed.
"Of course, with her intelligence, I'm afraid she already knows. If she asks, you don't have to hide it … You're the spy I placed beside her. How could she not know anything? "
"Yes." Zheng Jing nodded again.
Jiang Zhuliu waved his hand in annoyance and Zheng Jing jogged away.
The old butler, who had been standing in the corner and almost ignored, walked over with a tray in his hand.
Jiang Zhuliu took a clean towel from the tray and wiped his hands. He had slapped Zheng Jing earlier, so his hands were already dirty.
"As far as I know, Chaoge shouldn't be so close to that man, right?" Jiang Zhuliu asked with a smile.
"Maybe she saw someone secretly taking pictures, so she purposely did it," the old butler said softly.
"Still so naughty." Jiang Zhuliu shook his head helplessly. "But she's still so full of character. Uncle Liu, this kind of woman is flesh and blood. She's a hundred times better than those vulgar women outside. Isn't that right? "
The old butler paused and said, "A woman willing to put her head on a man's shoulder, even if she's acting … That's still quite dangerous."
Jiang Zhuliu couldn't laugh anymore and said, "Looks like we have to hurry up with our plan."
"I'll supervise," the old butler said. "But … Young Master, I don't think you should waste too much time on a woman."
"Is that so?" Jiang Zhuliu's lips curled into a mocking smile. "It's about love and dignity. How can you just define her as a woman? She's the woman I like. "
The old butler didn't try to persuade him anymore and silently retreated with the tray.
…
…
Taekwondo Dojo.
The students of the ninth class looked around and felt that it was extremely novel and fun.
Some students were Taekwondo enthusiasts and frequent visitors of the dojo, so they were used to the layout and design inside. However, some students, especially many female students, came to the Taekwondo dojo for the first time. Naturally, they had a novel idea of prying into everything inside.
"It's so strange. Why did Mr. Fang ask us to gather here?"
"Are we going to learn a new text today? Which text do you think we're going to learn today? Who wants to bet with me? "
"Huang Haoran, why hasn't Mr. Fang come yet? Is it possible that he hasn't woken up yet? Hurry up and call him. We're all anxious, waiting for him to come and reveal the mystery … "
…
In the past, the students would expect the teacher to come a little late, or the teacher couldn't come because he was not feeling well or had something to do at home. If a teacher suddenly asked for leave because of diarrhea and let the students study by themselves, the students would be so excited that they wanted to tear down the table.
However, after Fang Yan came, this habit suddenly changed. If the teacher didn't come, the students would be anxious. If the teacher came late, the students would be even more anxious. If the teacher didn't come, they would tear down the table. Every language class was a journey of knowledge and a journey of the soul for them. Attending a Chinese class was equivalent to going on a trip to a beautiful place.
Until now, they were excited when they thought of "Farewell to Cambridge Again" and "Rainy Alley". When they heard students from other classes or other schools talking about it, they would raise their necks proudly and say in a calm voice, as if it was nothing in their eyes. They would say, "Hmph, you're talking about our class."
They really looked forward to Fang Yan bringing them more surprises. They were looking forward to Fang Yan creating more miracles for them every day.
After all, Fang Yan was their most respected and favorite "legendary teacher" in their hearts.
Of course, they didn't know if they would still think so after understanding the many "stains" in Fang Yan's life.
Because he had gained Fang Yan's full trust, Huang Haoran's status as the representative of the Chinese class also rose with the tide. If there was anything that needed to be communicated with Fang Yan, he would be the one to report to Fang Yan.
Huang Haoran took out his mobile phone and was about to make a call when he heard Fang Yan say behind him, "Don't waste the phone bill, I'm already here."
"Mr. 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. The consecutive surprises had made them curious and look forward to every Chinese class.
With curiosity and expectation, was there a need to worry that they wouldn't be able to learn Chinese well?
Fang Yan glanced around and asked with a smile, "Is everyone here?"
"Zheng Guodong asked for sick leave," Huang Haoran said.
"Yes. I got it, "Fang Yan said. "Then let's start the class."
"Mr. Fang, why did you ask us to come to the Taekwondo club? Are you going to teach us martial arts? "
"Is it Tai Chi? It must be Tai Chi. Mr. Fang's posture of Tai Chi on Xixia Mountain was so cool, I even took a picture … "
"That's right, if we learned a few moves and ran to a place with a lot of girls, how many girls would like it?"
…
"We'll learn Banquet at Hongmen today," Fang Yan said with a smile.
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