Chapter 244: Tearing

"nice."

Zhou Jing's eyes lingered on Gu Jia's beautiful legs in black stockings.

"Drive well."

Gu Jia could see that the boy really liked black stockings, and she was a little puzzled. It was just a thin layer of cloth, but it could make boys so obsessed with it when worn on the legs. The same legs would be much more attractive to boys when wearing stockings.

"Master looks so good in black stockings."

Zhou Jing touched his nose and reached out his hand to Gu Jia's leg.

It feels silky and blends with the temperature of the legs, gentle and delicate. The legs are more elastic because they are wrapped in stockings.

"Watch the road carefully, there is a camera ahead."

Gu Jia pushed the boy's hand away.

"It doesn't matter. I have to deal with the violation anyway. I just ran a red light."

Zhou Jing withdrew his hand and said.

"You drive very steadily, how could you run a red light?"

Gu Jia said with a smile.

"It should be possible to cancel it to make way for the ambulance."

"If you take the photo, you can cancel it. I'll help you deal with it."

The boy is so busy, Gu Jia said.

"Row."

When they arrived at the destination, Zhou Jing slowly stopped the car, unbuckled his seat belt and got out. After getting out, he walked around the front of the car and came to Gu Jia's side, letting Gu Jia hold his arm.

"Which high heels look better, thick or thin?"

Gu Jia was wearing a pair of medium-heeled high heels today, which were neither thick nor thin. They made her walk much more stable than wearing shoes with thin heels.

"I think so. How many centimeters are the highest high heels Master has ever worn?"

In fact, Zhou Jing thinks stilettos are sexier and more ladylike.

Gu Jia gently took the boy's arm and said, "8.5."

"I'm 8.5 meters tall wearing cm, which almost reaches my eyebrows."

"Almost. Feeling stressed?"

Gu Jia paused, stood up straight and compared his height.

"No, it's OK if a girl is taller than me."

In his previous life, Zhou Jing dated a girl who was 1.85 meters tall. She was tall and strong, and was on the volleyball team in college. Zhou Jing had no psychological pressure, but he felt very short invisibly. In order not to appear short, Zhou Jing always kept his head high and chest out when he was with her.

When they arrived at the restaurant, they ordered a pancake, a basket of steamed dumplings, two bowls of eight-treasure porridge, and a serving of sweet and sour pork tenderloin.

"You eat more, I'm not very hungry."

When the dishes came, Gu Jia first picked up a piece of pork tenderloin for the boy.

"Aren't you hungry at this late hour?"

Zhou Jing picked up a steamed dumpling for Gu Jia and said.

"I ate a piece of watermelon, a cantaloupe, and peanuts in the afternoon." Gu Jia pouted slightly and said, "I know why some people can gain weight even though they eat less. The snacks they eat add up to more than the regular meals."

"Although you have a big appetite, you hardly eat anything except the main meal."

Gu Jia swallowed the steamed dumplings and added.

"For this reason, just don't eat high-calorie snacks."

If he didn't have a girlfriend, Zhou Jing would only eat snacks a few times a year. When he was a child, Zhou Jing loved eating snacks. Whenever he had some change, he would eat spicy noodles, instant noodles, etc. But he seldom ate them after he entered junior high school.

"I want to learn from you. I won't eat snacks anymore. You supervise me."

Gu Jia made up her mind.

It was almost 7:20 after dinner and Zhou Jing sent Gu Jia home first.

"You don't have time to run in the evening, do you?"

Gu Jia got off the driveway outside the community.

"Master, I have time when you wear stockings."

Zhou Jing looked at Gu Jia's legs and said.

Gu Jia got into the car and patted the boy's head gently.

Zhou Jing arrived at school a few minutes after the evening self-study class. In the evening, Zhou Jing was tutoring physics for the first and second grade students. He looked outside the classroom and went to the office.

"what did you eat?"

Yang Wenwen, who was reading the composition, looked up at Zhou Jing and said.

"I ate. Steamed dumplings and porridge."

Zhou Jing paused for a moment and said, "No matter how busy you are, you must eat well."

Yang Wenwen was very worried about the boy's health.

"I know." Zhou Jing turned on the computer, walked behind Yang Wenwen's chair, rubbed Yang Wenwen's shoulders with both hands, pressed the corner of Yang Wenwen's mouth upwards and asked, "What did you eat?"

"Oil-Splashed Noodles, who is your favorite female lead in "I Really Don't Want to Be an Emperor"?

Yang Wenwen put down the student's composition book, stretched her arms, stretched her body, tilted her neck and looked at the boy.

Yang Wenwen finished reading the boy's previous book today. In the book, the hero is sincere to every woman. Yang Wenwen is curious about who is the number one heroine in the boy's mind as the author.

"Master."

The master Zhou Jing in the previous book was designed in the style of Liu Xiannu's version of Xiaolongnu, the goddess in his mind.

"That one is indeed the most perfect one." Yang Wenwen asked curiously, "After being drugged and waking up, did the male protagonist know that the master would not give him real poison, or was he really prepared to die together?"

"It's a very complicated psychology. The hero certainly doesn't want to die, but he doesn't want to disappoint his master."

The male protagonist created by Zhou Jing is not a person who would risk his life for love.

“It’s very real and personal.”

Although the hero in the book is a playboy, Yang Wenwen does not dislike him. He is very resolute towards everyone, dares to do and take responsibility, never indecisive, will not hurt anyone to please anyone, and will not abandon anyone to comfort anyone. He is a martial arts expert and is domineering and overbearing to others, but very gentle to his woman and does not oppress or force the heroine with force.

Zhou Jing leaned over Yang Wenwen and kissed her on the shoulder, then returned to his desk to write a novel.

Yang Wenwen picked up the composition book and continued reading.

Boom boom boom!
Xu Hui, the head teacher of Grade 14 in the next office, knocked on the door and came in to get a glass of water and asked, "Is Teacher Yang busy?"

"Is Teacher Xu busy correcting essays?"

Yang Wenwen said with a smile.

"It's just like that. I feel rushed when I don't do anything." Xu Hui walked up to Yang Wenwen and said, "How does Teacher Yang take care of her skin? Her skin has been getting better and better in the past two years."

"It's not much nursing, but life is more regular."

Yang Wenwen smiled, and all her female colleagues envied her skin.

"People in Guanzhong generally have good skin."

Xu Hui said: There is no harm without comparison. She and Yang Wenwen are the same age, both 29 years old. Yang Wenwen looks like she is in her 25 or 26 years old, while she is already in the normal state of a 30-year-old woman.

“There can be no anxiety.”

Yang Wenwen said with a smile.

A life without anxiety is such a luxury for Yang Wenwen. In the past two years, she felt like the sky was falling and thought her life was over. After Zhou Jing came back, her life took a turn for the better and became brighter.

"I envy Teacher Yang's mentality."

Xu Hui understood Yang Wenwen's situation. She could be so optimistic while raising a child alone, which made Xu Hui feel that she might be able to live a better life without a man, and divorce didn't seem so scary.

"Life goes on no matter what."

Yang Wenwen sighed softly and said to herself, "What's there to be envious of? Do you know how I got through those three years?"

"Correct."

Xu Hui nodded, drank half a glass of water, filled the glass and returned to her office.

After Xu Hui went out, Yang Wenwen looked at the boy.

Her eyes stayed on the boy's profile for a few seconds, then Yang Wenwen opened the drawer, took out six walnuts from the walnut bag, opened them one by one with a nutcracker, put the walnut kernels on a piece of clean paper and gave them all to the boy.

"You eat too."

Zhou Jing didn't eat nuts much before, not because he didn't like them, but because he found it troublesome to open the shells. Now Yang Wenwen and Gu Jia often open the nut shells for Zhou Jing, and they also make black sesame paste, soy milk powder, etc. for Zhou Jing.

"I don't want to eat anything dry right now."

Yang Wenwen took a glass of water and also filled a glass for the boy.

After writing novels for three classes during evening self-study, Zhou Jing went to the college to find Gu Jia. Passing by the Innovation Internet Cafe, Zhou Jing went to the cafe first, opened the safe and put the income from the Internet cafe into it.

Gu Jia wore black stockings and high heels at night. She couldn't run, so she sat on the plastic lawn waiting for the boy.

"Master, aren't you going to run today?"

Zhou Jing sat down in front of Gu Jia and said.

"How can you run in this?"

Gu Jia hurriedly stepped on her high heels.

"Then take a day off."

Zhou Jing sniffed Gu Jia's knees, bit her stockings and tore them.

"It's torn."

The boy bit a hole in the stockings that cost dozens of dollars the first time she wore them, and Gu Jia pulled the boy's face.

"I'll buy you a new one, what brand do you like?"

(End of this chapter)