diskusbooks Chapter 483 Teacher Meng Smoking
Chapter 483 Teacher Meng Smoking
Stephen Chow rested his chin on his hand: "There aren't that many big cases. I'm just a mounted police officer. Even if I issue 1000 more tickets, no media will interview me."
Just saying.
A woman pushed open the door and entered.
Li Jian looked up and his eyes met those of the person who had just arrived.
The person who came was none other than Teacher Meng, whom I had met at the school gate this morning.
Teacher Meng changed her clothes again at this time.
She wore a white long-sleeved cardigan, a gray pencil skirt, and flesh-colored stockings.
It perfectly accentuates her figure.
The V-neck of the white cardigan perfectly reveals the collarbone, while the cinched waist accentuates a slender figure.
The gray bodycon skirt hugged her full hips like a second skin, and the indentation at her lower back was faintly visible as she walked.
The flesh-colored stockings had a delicate sheen, perfectly elongating the leg lines.
As she walked into the ice room in her five-centimeter stilettos, her calf muscles taut in an elegant curve, and the hem of her skirt and stockings accentuated her slightly fleshy figure.
The taut fabric of the skirt accentuated her rounded, peach-like figure, while her waistline cast an alluring shadow beneath the shirt.
The reinforced panel at the crotch of the stockings subtly reveals a difference in material under the shadow of the skirt, while the lace trim of the garter belt is faintly visible through the slit at the back of the skirt.
Suddenly, a series of gasps filled the ice room, and a boy's disposable chopsticks snapped on the table.
"So early, Miss Meng."
Kang, the cashier, greeted Teacher Meng.
Teacher Meng smiled awkwardly, then sat down at the next table, giving Li Jian a fierce look.
At the next table sat two young women dressed in eye-catching clothes, exuding a reckless and unrestrained vibe.
One of them had a head of messy, lion-like hair, dyed with a few bright orange strands that perfectly matched her tight orange leather jacket.
The shiny leather jacket wasn't worn properly, but rather casually draped over the shoulders, revealing a very tight black tank top underneath that accentuated the wearer's slender figure.
Her eyebrows and eyes were heavily drawn, with her eyeliner slanted upwards, carrying a hint of provocation. She was smoking a thin cigarette, and as she exhaled smoke, her eyes lazily and arrogantly swept over her surroundings, a playful smile on her lips that showed her disdain for everything.
The other one was even more provocative, as if she was afraid someone wouldn't notice her.
A black, tight-fitting T-shirt with an incredibly low neckline and ridiculously short length, revealing a dazzlingly white waist with the slightest movement.
The denim shorts she wore were almost shrunken into strips of cloth, barely covering her pert buttocks. The edges were rough, as if she had deliberately cut them short, as if she wanted to expose the entire view of her buttocks and legs to everyone.
She crossed her legs, one foot hooked on a precariously wobbly platform sandal, dangling idly, with a small tattoo on her ankle.
Teacher Meng glared at Li Jian and greeted the two girls: "Wow, you two, they just got out of school, why are you calling me so much?"
The girl in the black T-shirt said, "I have something urgent to do. Hei Sa is treating us to dinner tonight, and then we'll go to a rock club together."
The girl in the yellow leather jacket said, "Hurry up, go home and change your clothes."
Teacher Meng said, "Why change your clothes? Let me get some fresh air first. Hey, give me a cigarette."
Teacher Meng took a cigarette from the girl in the yellow leather jacket, lit it, and took a satisfying drag.
The woman in white leaned lazily against the backrest, like a night-blooming cereus.
When the girl in the bright yellow leather jacket, exuding an air of rebelliousness, offered her a slender cigarette, a half-smile played on her lips.
She stretched out her slender fingers, the tips painted with clean nude nail polish, a stark contrast to the girl's flamboyant black nails.
Her movements were elegant yet without hesitation; she accepted the cigarette with a light and deft touch, as if it were the most natural gift she could receive.
She held the cigarette between her pale lips, tilted her head slightly, and lit it with the flame in the girl's hand.
In the fleeting moment of the flickering firelight, her lowered eyelashes and serene profile were illuminated.
She took a deep breath, the smoke gently enveloping her chest.
Then he slowly exhaled, watching the blue smoke curl and dissipate like silk in the hazy light.
"What the hell are you looking at?" she said softly, her voice slightly hoarse and magnetic, filtered through the smoke, a fleeting hint of elusive ease and wildness in her eyes. "Never seen a girl smoke before?"
Li Jian responded, "I've seen it, but I've never seen a female teacher smoke."
Teacher Meng said, "You'll see today, that 500 yuan is for your coffin!"
Li Jian laughed heartily.
Teacher Meng said, "What are you laughing at? What's so funny?"
Li Jian shrugged and said, "What, is there a 'No Laughing' sign here? I think I only see 'No Smoking'."
Teacher Meng noticed Zhou Xingxing sitting opposite Li Jian, and her eyes immediately filled with anger: "So, you're all in cahoots! No wonder you said I broke the rules; I think you're the one who abused your power!"
Stephen Chow never expected to meet this female teacher here.
But now that he's eating with Li Jian, it's like mud has fallen into his pants—even if it's not shit, it's still shit.
The girl in the yellow jacket had already noticed Li Jian and Stephen Chow, after all, both of them were very handsome.
Stephen Chow goes without saying; he was at the peak of his good looks, the kind of person who wouldn't be outshone even by Andy Lau or Aaron Kwok.
Li Jian, needless to say, is practically walking hormones.
Girls are always willing to undress him.
The man in the yellow jacket nudged Teacher Meng's arm and asked, "Hey, do you know those two handsome guys?"
Teacher Meng was furious: "I would recognize them even if they turned to ashes. One of them is a scoundrel who deceives underage girls, and the other is a police officer who aids and abets evil."
The girl in the black T-shirt asked, "What happened?"
Teacher Meng was very eloquent. She embellished the story of what happened this morning and made sure to highlight Li Jian and Stephen Chow at the end: "These two colluded to extort 500 yuan from me."
At this moment.
Nine-Dragon stepped in to smooth things over: "Ladies, what would you like to eat?"
Nine-Dragon knew Li Jian's identity, and he was afraid that if Li Jian brought dozens more thugs, the three girls would be the ones who suffered.
Several girls looked up, saw Nine-Tattooed Dragon, and immediately smiled: "Brother Dragon."
Teacher Meng stretched out her slender, jade-like hands—hands that were truly works of art, with skin as delicate as the finest mutton-fat jade, almost gleaming with a lustrous sheen under the dim light.
Her fingertips were long and slender, her nails were perfectly rounded and adorned with clear nail polish, which made the skin on her palms appear even whiter and more translucent, and even the fine lines on her palms looked exceptionally clear and beautiful.