小仙女自慰呻吟流白浆

Chapter 521: Angry Cats

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“Instructor Lu, can Miss Qiao come to the second class? There are classes in the third and fourth periods as well! There are also classes in the afternoon and the first and second periods!” Ouyang asked in a low voice.

“She has to sleep for a day. She can’t go,” Instructor Lu said lightly. His voice was solemn, and people could not help but feel a sense of awe.

Although Instructor Lu was already their Miss Qiao’s man, Ouyang and the others still respected him as much as they used to during their collective training. They did not even dare to talk to him more.

“Ah? Sleep for a day! What’s wrong with Miss Qiao? Is she sick?” Ouyang asked in surprise and concern.

Xu Ran, who was at the side, covered her mouth and snickered. Ouyang was really stupid!

“Ask her when she wakes up.” Lu Beixiao’s tone was still indifferent.

“Oh! Instructor Lu, we’ll think of a way to help Miss Qiao muddle through this. Please take good care of her! That’s it, we’re going to class!” Ouyang said quickly.

As soon as she hung up the phone, Ouyang saw Xu Ran and An Xin snickering. “This is called, ‘absence makes the heart grow fonder’! Master Qiao, you’re so miserable!”

Only then did Ouyang understand why Miss Qiao woke up late and could not get up for a day!

Miss Qiao said that her Instructor Lu was a celibate, right?!

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Ye Qiao tried several times before she managed to lift her heavy eyelids with great difficulty. It took her a lot of effort to turn her body over, and what she saw was the floor-to-ceiling window facing south of the master bedroom. In the courtyard, the ground was covered in a golden yellow.

‘Wait, what time is it now?!’

She had six classes today, and they were all big classes!

She, who was on the verge of death, suddenly sat up and looked at the alarm clock on the bedside table. It was 5:30!

Was it 5:30 in the morning or in the evening?!

She was still not fully awake, and her mind was a mess. For a moment, she did not have time to react, so she grabbed her phone.

“Miss Qiao, An Xin pretended to be you and answered ‘Yes’ in ‘Public Relations’ this afternoon. Madam Zou caught her on the spot! She wants you to meet her in her office on Monday! I’m sorry, Miss Qiao... Have a good rest! Thank you for your hard work!”

“Ah! Ah! Ah!” She covered her head with her hands and screamed!

Lu Beixiao, who was sweating from hitting sandbags in the yard, heard his precious wife’s scream and thought that she had a nightmare. He took off his gloves and rushed into the house!

“Baby, what–” Lu Beixiao had just pushed the door open. Pillows greeted him at the door, one after another, but he easily blocked them. Then, their wedding photos were placed on a small frame. They were all treasures, so he could not fall on them!

He reached out and caught them one by one! He was relaxed, and his lips were curled into a sinister smile.

Ye Qiao looked at Lu Beixiao, who was wearing a black vest, covered in sweat, and his right arm was still bandaged. She was so angry that her whole body was trembling, but she could not do anything to him!

“Lu Beixiao!” She used all her strength to roar. She found that she could only shout his name, but she was so angry that she could not find any words to scold him! No words could describe how detestable this b*stard was!

Mr. Lu’s eyes were filled with affection, and the corners of his mouth curled into a wicked smile as he looked at the bed. On the bed, a head of seaweed hair was curled up under a messy, angry little wife.

She could not speak. Her chest rose and fell violently, and her eyes glared at him with hatred.

Seeing his wife so angry that she looked like she wanted to kill him but couldn’t do anything to him, the smile on Lu Beixiao’s face became even more indulgent. “Mrs. Lu is so cute!” His big hand gently stroked the back of her head, as if he was smoothing the fur of an angry cat. “Be good, I’m not angry anymore. Who told you to make a mistake? For your sake, I didn’t go and find trouble with that kid!”

He stroked her head and comforted her.

Ye Qiao’s face was red. She glared at him fiercely and did not say a word.

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