Chapter 908： visit teacher

The prosperous mansion.

Yan Zhixu rested at home for a day, and was woken up by the ringing of his mobile phone in his sleep the next morning.

She opened her eyes, sleepy in her eyes, and picked up the phone on the bedside table.

Seeing the notes of the caller, the drowsiness in his eyes dissipated.

Yan Zhixu pursed his lips, lifted the quilt, got up, stepped on a pair of soft slippers, walked to the window, and opened the curtains.

Her voice was hoarse, "Hello, teacher."

Looking at the garden through the floor-to-ceiling windows, the winter is harsh, and those flowers have all withered.

The trees in the yard also drop their leaves on the ground, and if they lose some leaves, they will become bare commanders.

A voice sounded in the receiver, "You come to my house today. I have something to tell you. If you don't want to recognize me as a teacher, you can use it."

Before Yan Zhixu could answer, the phone was quickly hung up with a snap.

She rubbed her eyebrows, "Teacher is still angry..."

The teacher spent a lot of hard work on himself, but he was involved in the entertainment industry by accident, and the teacher was naturally uncomfortable.

If there was no car accident at the beginning, I would have chosen the original road.

Take back your thoughts.

Yan Zhixu put the phone on the bed, went to the bathroom to wash up, opened the closet, took out the cotton coat and put it on.

She carried her mobile phone, took out a bunch of car keys in the drawer, put on a mask and went downstairs.

It was the weekend, Yan Jinxiu was sitting in the living room with a ballpoint pen in his hand to write the questions.

He heard footsteps, put down the pen in his hand, raised his head and raised his eyebrows, "Oh, are you planning to go out in the morning? Date? Tsk, a woman who is in love."

Yan Zhixu passed by him and glanced at the questions on the test paper. The correct rate was not bad, and there were very few mistakes.

She raised her hand and tapped him on the head, "It's not a date, don't worry about adults' affairs for children."

Yan Jinxiu rubbed his head, "Don't start, if you're stupid, you won't be able to pass the final exam. Can you take the responsibility?"

Yan Zhi Xu Qingchi said, "Little brother, you're probably trying to eat a fart."

With her hands in her pockets, she lifted her feet out of the living room, went to the garage and picked up a low-key black Volkswagen.

Unlock the lock, insert the key, hold the steering wheel with both hands, step on the accelerator, and quickly drive out of the garage.

The tires rubbed against the ground and made a sharp sound, whizzing past and leaving the prosperous palace.

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Bought a fruit basket on the way.

Ten minutes later, the car parked in a seemingly old urban area with good surrounding facilities and a good safety factor.

Yan Zhixu was tested by the doorman and released after the doorman called to ask the owner.

A group of elderly uncles and grandmothers in the community are exercising, and their faces are filled with bright and simple smiles.

She came to an independent residential house, and a small piece of vegetables was planted in the yard, which was lush and green. Obviously, the owner spent a lot of thought.

Yan Zhixu stepped up the steps, raised his hand and knocked on the door.

"Knock Knock-"

"coming."

The door opened, and a gray-haired but energetic old lady in an apron stood by the door smiling.

"Ah Xu is here. The old man said you were coming and asked me to prepare more meals. No, I just went to buy fresh pork ribs stew."

The people in the house snorted coldly.

"Can't I eat it myself? What do you mean because she made it for you? Don't talk nonsense, you old woman."

When Yan Zhixu heard the energetic voice, he took off his mask, and a sincere smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

She changed a pair of shoes and entered the house with a fruit basket.