It's not the wind, it's my heart
Jing Fan, female, age twenty-six, was a teacher in a key primary school in a city. She met a landlady who introduced her to a part-time job and even set her up.
Fate had miraculously unfolded.
Jing Fan was determined to help Gu Shi 'an study hard and improve every day. However, he realized that the student's brother, Gu Zhongchuan, was handsome and outstanding at work. He had never been in a relationship and had a cat, a house, and a car. He had known her ten years ago!
What a strange man. He was so strange that she was tempted.
Jing Fan, the believer, wished that she would confess to Gu Zhongchuan if she won the lottery, but why was Gu Zhongchuan always one step ahead of her?
"As long as you like it, I can confess to you every day."
"As long as you're willing, you can get your marriage certificate tomorrow."
Jing Fan: Why is he flirting like this? She could not lose.
The worst thing was that after they fell in love, they gained a group of CP fans. It was not a problem for them to be on the CP team and assist.
Landlady: Isn't this sweet corn?
Mrs. Gu: " The more I look at it, the more suitable it is. Son, you must marry Xiaofan!"
Gu Shian said,"No one can snatch Teacher Jing away except for my brother."
Teacher Chen sent a surgery appointment request.
Teacher Wu sent an invitation to the mountaineering club.
Teacher Mo sent her daughter's wedding invitation.
Professor Gu: " My wife is already preparing for her pregnancy. Thank you for your attention."
Jing Fan was speechless.
From then on, Teacher Jing's life was very fulfilling. She prepared for lessons during the day and prepared for pregnancy at night.
God Gu, God Gu, I advise you to be human.
Drifting with the clouds, rolling and spreading
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Why do people have to be this lonely? What's the point of it all? Millions of people in this world, all of them yearning, looking to others to satisfy them, yet isolating themselves. Why? Was the earth put here just to nourish human loneliness? Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart