Mrs. Smith asked the waiter to wipe off the scattered salad dressing, change to a tablecloth, and sit quietly and wait quietly without impatient expression. Her expression was naturally calm and she showed her ladylike demeanor since childhood. But she occasionally thought about herself: "Edward seems not very friendly to Liao. When she was in school, Liao was an admirable tough guy, and her personality was as violent as a volcano. Will they have conflicts?"

Soon, Liao Xuebing came out of the bathroom with his hands, dusted the dust on his clothes. He apologized to his wife: "I'm sorry, dear Estella, Mr. Edward said that he was rude in front of you and was embarrassed to have dinner with you again. He left without saying goodbye and asked me to apologize to you. I tried to stop him, but to no avail."

Mrs. Smith shook her head and smiled: "All of them are old friends. Actually, I don't care. He doesn't have to be so polite. Liao. Today is Valentine's Day..."

Liao Xuebing picked up the rose on the ground just now and handed it on it, saying, "I wish you a happy holiday, Estella."

The lady reached out to take it and smiled softly, which contained mature and charming beauty, which was no less than ■Biting.

All this was taken by the male waiter who greeted him when they first entered the door, and he couldn't help but admire him in full spirit: "Good guy, he just broke up with an old man and immediately hooked up with the noble lady. It's a model of duck and a milestone in the cowherd. From today on, I regard you as an idol."

Liao Xuebing swallowed his saliva without realizing it and thought to himself: "No wonder the old slut of the principal tried his best to catch up with his wife. It turned out that he was also very sensible. If the wife was ten years younger, maybe my earthly sturdy as rock as stable as Mount Tai would be ready to move."

"Liao, it's still early. If you don't have a friend's conversation, why don't we talk. The Lantern Festival will be held at the Silver Goddess Grand Theater, directed by Marchedov and played by the National Philharmonic Orchestra. Are you free?" The implication is that Lao Liao is invited to enjoy the concert together.

Liao Xuebing's heart skipped a beat. He almost stopped beating. He quickly changed the topic of the ban that could make the principal jump off the 99th floor of Yunzhong Tower and said: "I'm sorry, ma'am. The Chinese tradition is that the Lantern Festival must be spent with the family, symbolizing the harmony and happiness of the family. For school reforms and autumn semester enrollment work, students discipline rectification, teachers' salary and benefits, and more importantly, the reconstruction of women's toilets on the second floor of the east, these important tasks. I think this is what I think..."

Mrs. Smith was filled with the mood of enjoying a wonderful holiday, and when he said this, she suddenly became very disgusting and had to nod her head reservedly.

"...Is the salary system necessary to be linked to the grades of the class students, because it is equivalent to the company's incentive system for employees to reward and punish, which can make everyone motivated and responsible, and will no longer be overly erratic as before. Also, there is the women's toilet on the east second floor. Many students complained that the environment is bad, which seriously affects physiological and mental health. I went to the inspection several times in person, oh, no, no. It was Ms. Yan Jiang, a typist, who visited several times, and I heard her say..." Half an hour later, Liao Xuebing was still talking endlessly. Maintaining the tone of the tablet as if the news broadcaster was a broadcaster, the wife was already impatient.

He wanted to make his wife impatient, and then when he went out, he would have another surprise when he saw the principal, which would deepen his impression. Edward was tied up like a rice dumpling with a bruised nose and swollen face. He stuffed his rags tightly into his mouth and threw them in the last room of the bathroom. He didn't know which Mao Shen had offended him.

Seeing that the time was ripe, Lao Liao even saw his wife reaching her back and tickling her itchy, saying, "Estella, time is always passing quickly when you are with you. I thought it only took a second, but the clock on the wall told me that the Cinderella pumpkin cart was here."

Mrs. Smith especially admired his poetic language and magnetic voice, and smiled and said, "Let's go, I'll take you home."

After checking out, gently took Liao Xuebing's arm and walked out of the Violet Western Restaurant at Night.

However, the principal did not wait at the door as he told me to show off his power and gave the parking lot tip. Unexpectedly, after more than ten minutes, the younger brother ran back with sweat and reported that the red BMW could not start. Liao Xuebing knew that it was probably Ye Xiaobai who had done something, so he didn't reveal it. He said casually: "Estella. I think it's better to take a taxi back."

"Okay, I'll call the car dealer tomorrow to repair it, it's not very convenient at this time."

The parking guy repeatedly apologized respectfully and humbly.

Another ten minutes passed, and there was no taxi, which was unimaginable in Qinglong Street, a bustling dreamlike place. Mrs. Smith was extremely surprised: "Maybe it is Valentine's Day, and the taxi are too busy. But this is the first time I have seen this situation. The convenient transportation in Zhonghai City always left a good impression on me."

Liao Xuebing could guess with his asshole that Ye Xiaobai must have sent a lot of idle speeding party members to intercept taxis at the intersections on both sides to prevent them from passing.

It's time for the principal to appear.

A silver-colored Rauss Phantom slid across the roadside and stopped quietly in front of the two of them looking forward to it.

The car window slowly lowered, and the principal sat in the back seat, holding a huge cigar in his mouth, and the cigarette butt was clearly extinguished. His face was calm like a monk sitting in meditation, wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses. His eyes were cold and warm. He was expensive black evening dress with expensive fabrics. He also had a white shirt with literary collections, and his carefully designed bow tie set off the extraordinary part of his master. He looked like Dimalon Brando in "The Godfather". He was gentle and full of spirit of dominance, and like "The Pianist on the Sea", Di1900, which was full of passion for a yearning for something.

"Dear Mrs. Smith, do you need my help?" The principal held out ninety-nine red roses and stood proudly in the wind.

Lao Liao's cigarette butt fell to the ground with a squeak. It's so handsome that it can make the principal, who is more timid than a quail, look like this. It is undoubtedly the most exciting chapter in the history of Zhonghai's love in five thousand years. Several girls passing by couldn't help but exclaim: "Oh my God, it's so romantic!"

"Mr. Principal. I'm very happy to see you." The lady said politely, hesitated for a while, and took the rose. It would be impolite to refuse in such an occasion.

Lao Liao suddenly felt that he had nothing to do. He rolled his eyes and covered his stomach and said, "Oh. It hurts so much. Maybe he had eaten something bad just now. Madam, don't wait for me. Go back in the principal's car. I want to find a place to shit." Without waiting for the two of them to react, they rushed up the steps at speeds that were almost over the weasel's land and rushed into the Violet of Night.

"Hmm? Liao? Liao?" Mrs. Smith shouted so hard that Lao Liao's figure had already disappeared like a monster in "Journey to the West". He had to say to the principal: "Happy holiday, my principal, you are surprised to me today, but it is much better than in school."

The principal was overjoyed: "It is my honor to serve you." He grabbed his wife's jade hand and stepped into the car gracefully. This was the first time he had formally contacted his wife's body. He was so excited that he was even more excited than on the wedding night thirty years ago. He said to himself: "Liao Qingsheng, what do you ask me to do in the future? I will never frown."

...

Ye Xiaobai quickly walked to Liao Xuebing and asked, "Brother Bing, is it necessary to spend so much effort on an old man? Besides, that woman is so old that I almost couldn't stand it."

"This comes from the fun of life. Like anything, the process always makes people feel exciting. You can experience it in a few years. It is a kind of manipulating other people's thoughts and behaviors. You will always be the controller of the game. If you play for a long time, you will even become addicted." Liao Xuebing said: "I just treat it as a game. The first time I gave Long Er a way to live. That's because I hope there is an opponent that can make me excited, but he did not disappoint me."

"Oh, it's almost the same for you to deceive the little girl in the underworld. I don't know how nervous you were last time. You are playing games. Why don't you jump on the Rouge River?"

Lao Liao left him a confident back: "Sorry, today on Valentine's Day, I don't have time to chat with a single guy like you. Beautiful female teacher, cute female student, mature and sexy single student parents, beautiful neighbor sister. Asia's number one female star, and thousands of crazy female fans. I have to deal with it."

These words seriously stimulate Ye Xiaobai to be injured and broken the center of the earth. He clenched his fists and said, "Liao Xuebing, wait and see, my girl must be a hundred times more than you."

Lao Liao waved his hand and said, "Go to the Internet cafe. In the Internet world, you can use the language of words to transform into a prince charming girl, a dream lover, and use this to fill the emptiness of your heart. It must be much better than reality."

"Bah!"

...

It was early to see that it was less than nine o'clock. Lao Liao began to look for prey. He threw away Ye Xiaobai and then flipped the phone book to browse the name on it, and called one by one.

"Li Xinghua, do you miss me?"

"Husband! It's you! I miss you so much!" Li Xinghua shouted in surprise when he received a call from him.

"Come out quickly, I booked a room and waited for you at the 'Crystal Heart' Couple Hotel." Lao Liaoman was sure that he had to eat young grass today.

Li Xinghua's tone immediately turned to disgrace: "Sorry, husband, my mother is sick. Let's do this, will I accompany you tomorrow?"

Liao Xuebing was heartbroken. Filial piety was the first priority for all virtues. This was also his principle of being a human being. His mother naturally couldn't come out when she was sick and had nothing to say: "Okay, I'll ask you again tomorrow."

Call Tan Ziqing: "Sister Ziqing, are you doing well these days?"

"Haha, what do you think?"

"Today, Valentine's Day, do I have the honor to ask you to go out and go shopping and watch the movie?"

Tan Ziqing sighed: "Oh... Why didn't you ask me a few days earlier? I'm in the United States and it may take a few days to go back."

...

He called ■Biting, who was still having dinner with the client and couldn't take it off. He wanted to tease Xiao Lanluo, but he was afraid of being despised by his sister, so he finally remembered someone.

As soon as the phone number was called out, it was picked up almost the same time. Liao Xuebing couldn't find any reason, so he had to say, "Dandan, are you free? I want to check whether your Chinese scores have declined recently. I'll help you with tutoring."
Chapter completed!