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After class, Ye Zifeng followed behind Mo Lan with a face full of excitement, and the two of them walked into Mo Lan's office, one in front of the other.

As a teacher of the Zhonghai Art Academy's piano department, Mo Lan's treatment was not bad. Surprisingly, he had his own independent office. Although this office was not big, it was arranged very warmly and upon entering, Ye Zifeng smelled the fragrance of a young girl.

Mo Lan didn't pay any attention to Ye Zifeng, as sshe just threw the teaching desk onto it. Then, he directly sat down on her own teacher's chair and said to Ye Zifeng: "Close the door!"

Ye Zifeng giggled, and said: "Sure!"

After hurriedly closing the door to his office, Ye Zifeng shamelessly and shamelessly turned around and chuckled at Mo Lan, "My family's dear Lan …"

Without waiting for Ye Zifeng to finish speaking, Mo Lan's face darkened. She looked deeply into Ye Zifeng's eyes: "Scram, who is your family's darling, your family's darling should be Ouyang Baanruo, right?"

After saying that, Mo Lan turned her head away and no longer looked at Ye Zifeng. It was just the smell of vinegar.

Lowering his body and tilting his head, Ye Zifeng stared at Mo Lan and laughed sinisterly.

Mo Lan said snappily once again: "Hmph, what are you laughing at, could it be that what I said is wrong?"

Ye Zifeng pinched the tip of his nose, and said casually: "Nothing, I am just thinking that my Lan is very cute, looking at how jealous we are!"

Having been exposed by Ye Zifeng, Mo Lan immediately became nervous, and said while at a loss of what to do: "Who, who's jealous? I, I'm not going to be jealous of you, you bastard! "

Mo Lan blushed as she pouted. She then turned her head again, looking like she didn't want to care about Ye Zifeng at all.

At this moment, Mo Lan no longer had the appearance of a university teacher, she was just like a little girl acting coquettishly with her lover.

Actually, Mo Lan didn't even know what she was thinking at this moment. The relationship between him and Ye Zifeng was obviously not certain, and saying too much was merely a relationship of pretending to be a couple. But when she saw Ye Zifeng and Ouyang Baanruo kissing me in the piano's classroom, Mo Lan was annoyed.

"I can't possibly have fallen for my own students, right?" Suddenly, a terrifying thought flashed through Mo Lan's mind, and then, Mo Lan felt her own body twitch.

When Mo Lan finally reacted, that smiling face of Ye Zifeng was right in front of her spirit eyes.

Mo Lan didn't think that in the short period when she was still in a daze, the scoundrel in front of him would actually be so bold as to directly kiss him.

She was embarrassed, angry, reprimanded, and all sorts of emotions surged into Mo Lan's heart. Mo Lan subconsciously raised her leg, and her slender leg suddenly kicked towards Ye Zifeng, and she snorted: "Bastard, this is my office, you are not allowed to mess around!"

However, facing Mo Lan's kick, Ye Zifeng did not dodge at all. The red colored leather shoes directly kicked into Ye Zifeng's lower abdomen.

Ye Zifeng pretended to be in pain and retreated a few steps with a thud. Then, he lay on the ground and kept rubbing his stomach, "Aiyee, it hurts, it hurts.

As he cried out in "pain", Ye Zifeng struggled as his face was covered in sweat.

Ye Zifeng had seen Ye Zifeng's techniques before, when he was facing Gu Chuanhun, it was both relaxed and enjoyable, it was truly brilliant. Mo Lan never expected that her casual kick would actually hit directly on Ye Zifeng's "vital point".

It could be said that Mo Lan was still too naive. Seeing Ye Zifeng fall to the ground from the pain, her heart immediately tightened as he quickly walked forward and complained: "Feng, are you alright? You bastard, you could have dodged it just now, why didn't you?"

As she spoke, Mo Lan's jade hand subconsciously groped toward Ye Zifeng's lower abdomen.

"Hee hee, I can't bear to hide!"

Ye Zifeng suddenly laughed sinisterly, and pulled Mo Lan's lotus-like arm with both hands, and then pulled with force. The corner of Mo Lan's mouth moved slightly as her entire body became unsteady, and she fell towards Ye Zifeng's embrace.

Instantly, Ye Zifeng and Mo Lan were embraced on the ground, the four corners of their mouths pressed together.

The current Mo Lan knew that she had been tricked, but she was still tightly held onto her waist by Ye Zifeng, making it even harder for her to get up. However, it was not her first time being kissed by Ye Zifeng, so she was already used to it. Furthermore, both of them had fallen to the ground at the same time, and the way they looked at each other caused Mo Lan to be deeply immersed in her thoughts.

In a place as solemn as the teacher's office, the performance of such an intense kiss added quite a bit to the excitement.

After a long while, the two of them finally sat up slowly. Ye Zifeng looked at Mo Lan, licking his lips, and joked: "Hehe, the peach taste, not bad, not bad, I like it! Lan, you can use this Dior's lipstick next time. "

Mo Lan, on the other hand, hurriedly got up, tidied up her messy clothes, and then, with charming eyes, unhappily spat at Ye Zifeng: "Pei, Scoundrel, you only know how to bully me! "Humph!"

Ye Zifeng was also like a carp that stood up from the ground. He conveniently hugged Mo Lan's slender waist, and his fingers lightly caressed Mo Lan's nose as he said: "What, is my dear Lan not angry now?"

Mo Lan turned her body, and struggled out of Ye Zifeng's arms. Her cheeks muttered, and then she shyly said, "Hmph, if I want to get angry at a bastard like you, I'll be angered to death by you!"

Although Mo Lan said that, her expression was extremely strange, as if she was a little girl fighting bravely.

Originally, Mo Lan had wanted to ask him about the relationship between him and Ouyang Baanruo in front of Ye Zifeng. But then, Mo Lan thought again, if she and Ye Zifeng's relationship was unclear, what identity did she have to question Ye Zifeng directly? Mo Lan suppressed the annoyance in her heart, and instead increased her fighting spirit.

I am a teacher and Ouyang Baanruo is a student. Everyone should compete fairly like this, hmph, there is no logic in this world for a teacher to lose to a student.

With this thought, Mo Lan's mood suddenly became a lot more relaxed as well. The gaze that stared at Ye Zifeng also began to smile foolishly.

The tiny change on Mo Lan's face caught him somewhat unprepared, but Mo Lan did not ask, and Ye Zifeng would not stupidly take the initiative to lift Ouyang Baanruo up, so the two of them simply looked at each other and laughed. Ye Zifeng then once again wrapped his hands around Mo Lan's slender waist, and held her up and down.

Mo Lan on the other hand, continued to shove and shove, saying: "Scoundrel, don't mess around for now, I, I have official business to tell you!"

Ye Zifeng immediately stopped and joked: "Business? "What is it?"

As he continued to inquire, Ye Zifeng continued to smile as he said, "Oh, I understand. My dear Lan, you aren't convinced by the piano skills that I displayed in the classroom and want to take me as your master, are you?"

Mo Lan's nose twitched as she made a face at him before snorting in disdain, "Who's subdued by you? Who wants to acknowledge you as their master? If I were to say that it was not this matter? "

After saying that, Mo Lan changed the subject, and said: "However, the reason why I called you here today, is because I have something important to discuss with you."

Ye Zifeng was startled, and asked curiously: "Eh, since you aren't taking me as your master, then what would it be? I'm actually quite curious."

Mo Lan's beautiful eyes turned as if she was trying to keep him in suspense: "There are a total of two things. One is business, and the other is personal. Which one do you want to hear first?" After saying that, Mo Lan covered her mouth and started to giggle.

Ye Zifeng raised his eyebrows and teased: "I am a rather selfish person, so when it comes to official matters and personal matters, I would rather listen to personal matters first!"

"Alright!" Mo Lan giggled, her face suddenly flushed red. She stood up on her tiptoes, placed her hands behind her back, and whispered into Ye Zifeng's ears: "The private matter that I want to tell you is, my father wants to see you!"

Suddenly, Ye Zifeng's face changed as he let out a strange cry: "Huh?"