Murong Lanluo was about to speak, but Liao Xuebing took the lead and held the man's outstretched hand and smiled: "Liao Xuebing is a high school teacher, so I'm lucky to know. I wonder what you call me?"

The man said unnaturally: "After going down Qi to the sea, the vice president of Tianyu Company. "I wanted to pull my hand back, but Lao Liao's palms worked hard, tighter and tighter, and he pinched his joints and made him twitch. The man struggled to support him, and cold sweat flowed, and the liquid from the wine glass poured out.

Lao Liao let go of his palm and leaned over and whispered: "You must keep your duty as a person. Not all women can talk to you randomly."

The man shook his hands a few times to relieve the pain, and did not dare to be arrogant for a moment, and said, "Hmph! There will be a time later!"

"Teacher, what did you say to him? I think he seems a little unhappy. He came over to meet him, but he had no malice. Why are you so rude?" Murong Lanluo said unhappily.

Lao Liao touched her little head: "Lan Luo, the teacher will not let others approach you for your future and ideals, for your youth and tomorrow, for your life and love."

With a bad teasing meaning, Murong Lanluo thought that the teacher was protecting his growth like a father, and grabbed his clothes and shook: "Teacher, he has actually grown up."

Lao Liao dragged Murong Lanluo to the dining table, first caught a fat goose that was roasted with crispy yellow and fluffy oil, immediately moved the plate to his side, and politely said to the waiter standing by Yidi: "Where are the knife and fork?"

The waiter stood for a long time and didn't see anyone coming to get food. No one had ever moved the food on a ten-meter table. After two o'clock in the morning, all these things were poured into the garbage dump. What a pity! He took the tableware and bowed and said, "Please use it slowly. There are carefully prepared refreshments and mooncakes here. This mooncake is made of strawberry flavor, and the filling is made of eleven different fruits. There is nothing on the market..." It was just for the guests to introduce it one by one, but Liao Xuebing split the fat goose with a knife, and sweat splashed everywhere. Several dishes around him were covered with oil. He tore off one wing with one hand and started eating it. Ji didn't hear the waiter say it at all.

Not to mention the waiter, Murong Lanluo, who was following Lao Liao, was already very angry. "Teacher, there are so many people. Why don't you take care of your image?"

Liao Xuebing brought the goose wings to her mouth and smiled and said, "It tastes good, can you try it too?"

Half of the wings were bitten off. There was a big tooth mark in the middle. Murong Lanluo was about to shake his head and refuse, but suddenly an idea came up: "I, Murong Lanluo, still cares about other people's eyes? No matter what they say, the teacher is not afraid, I am not afraid." He took a small bite with Lao Liao's tooth mark, and his eyes narrowed with a smile: "It's delicious."

Liao Xuebing himself is a very boring guy. He can do anything incredible. After eating half of the fat goose, he took a plate of bloody steak, forked it with a fork and baked it on a bright candlestick next to it. The steak contains fat fat and is burned by the candle. It immediately pops up and bursts of choking smoke comes out. People around him frowned.

The waiter quickly stopped him: "Sir, please influence others."

Lao Liao glared: "I didn't beat him and scold him again, why did it affect others?"

Fortunately, the waiter was used to meeting unreasonable guests on such occasions and said in a humble manner: "Sir, this is a public space, and the thick smoke will choke on others. If you want, I can bring the box to barbecue at will."

Murong Lanluo was shocked and quickly grabbed Liao Xuebing. Since the incident of the anal hair of the Black Super League team that day, she has found that the teacher is not a good-tempered person. He doesn't eat soft and hard, and he always talks with fists. The waiter contradicts him. What's the point? It's definitely extremely irrational to have a quarrel in this kind of occasion.

However, Murong Lanluo did not really understand Liao Xuebing's heart at all. He had a personality trait that looked like Guan Yun from the Three Kingdoms, called "proudness and charming the lower class". He was very proud of the people in the upper class of society. He even looked down on them, but respected the lower class civilians very much. He gave up his seat to rural peasants and beat people on the way to get pirated handouts that day, and stood up for a tomato-selling grandma who had only seen several times in Aoshuixiang. Lao Liao only had respect and sympathy for those who were truly poor, such as this waiter who was usually angry most of the time and was scolded and dared not return.

He laughed: "You're right, I'd better stop my stupid behavior." He put the half-charred steak into his mouth and said: "It's actually pretty good. Brother, how do you try it too?"

The waiter smiled bitterly and said, "Sir, my duty is to serve the guests, not to eat, and if I do this, I will be fired."

At some point, four or five people stood beside Liao Xuebing. "Abing, it's you. I haven't seen you for almost four years, and I thought you were dead."

When I turned my head and saw that it was a fat man with a thick cigar, and there were several followers following him. The man was wearing an open suit, loosened a few buttons on his shirt, revealing his furry breasts, and laughed like a mountain of meat. "Little soldier, I haven't seen you for so many years, and you are still as hungry as you use glue. It's amazing." The meaning of the words was either praise or ridicule.

Liao Xuebing stretched out his hand expressionlessly: "Oh! It turns out that Mo Laowu, I can't come out. You are becoming more and more like a ball. Have you eaten too much pig food in the past few years?"

The followers behind the man named Mo Laowu turned a slut on their faces and shouted, "***, do you dare to disrespect the fifth master and seek death?"

Mo Laowu waved his hand, and several followers bowed and retreated. He was about to go with Liao Xuebing, but he saw that his palm was covered with greasy and shining under the lamp, so he had to shrink back and sneered: "You kid is more skilled in making fun of people than before. I admire Laowu."

Those followers were shocked. Who was this person? He dared to call him the name of the fifth master and did not respect him at all. The fifth master was even more rare.

Lao Liao stretched out his hand and didn't know where to put it, but he was bold and thick-skinned, stretched forward again, rubbed Mo Laowu's precious suit a few times, and wiped all the oily stains on his hands like a hand towel.

Some of the followers finally couldn't help it and said angrily: "Bastard! How dare you offend the Wu Ye Tiger Power!" He was about to step forward and grab Lao Liao.

Mo Laowu slapped the man in the face with a backhand: "Get out! Always embarrass me!"

When two people of the same heavyweight are talking, it is most taboo to interfere with their subordinates who are not aware of their proper qualities. It is a shameful thing to fall into the other person's eyes, and it seems that they are incompetent in discipline. The man covered his face and retreated embarrassedly. The hall is filled with laughter, singing and dancing, and clinking cups, and the noise is extremely no one noticed the movement here.

Mo Laowu shook his suit and lowered his face and said, "Abing, don't blame me for not giving me face. I will make you look ugly."

"Just let the horse come over, I'll be with you at any time."

All the followers were on guard. Just after the fifth master gave the order, he rushed up and beat the man with ignorant glasses who was half dead.

Mo Laowu sneered three times, and suddenly inserted his hands into a plate of grilled sausage and touched a handful of oil, and wiped it directly on Liao Xuebing, smearing his Louis Vuitton suit into a stain.

Lao Liao was not willing to be outdone and shouted, "Okay, you old fat pig, play this with me!" He grabbed the roasted suckling pig and stuffed it into Mo Laowu's arms. Mo Laowu hurriedly shook the roasted suckling pig, picked up a plate of cream cake and patted it on Lao Liao's face.

The waiter was so amused that he wanted to go forward to stop him, but was coldly pulled by his follower and said, "If you don't want to die, go away!" The waiter was startled when he saw a grey and shiny gun handle in his follower's arms. He was shocked and dared not speak, so he walked to the side obediently.

The white and white on Liao Xuebing's face was full of cakes, and he wiped off the butter that blocked his sight from his eyes. He picked up a pot of assorted Ten Miscellaneous Yulong Pan soup and poured it on Mo Laowu's head. Fortunately, the temperature of the soup was not high, so he just had a faint steam coming out of his head and was not injured.

Mo Laowu was furious, "I want you to die without a place to die!" He took off a lobster wrapped in his ears, and brushed it straight towards the other party with a basin of salad oil in one hand. Several followers had been stunned for a long time, and their eyes almost fell to the ground. Is this still the fifth master with the title of "Godfather of Xicheng"? Why do you look like a gangster with a fighting spirit in the city?

"Stop it all_______!"

Suddenly, a scream piercing the eardrum, Murong Lanluo clenched his fists and shouted at the two scoundrels.

Both of them were stunned, staring at me, look at you, Liao Xuebing's face was smooth and covered with cream and oil. Mo Laowu was covered with beans and vegetable leaves. They were really ridiculous and ridiculous. The two of them were really ridiculous, covered with dish soup and oil.

"This is not a vegetable market, you can see what it looks like for yourself!" Murong Lanluo was angry and anxious, and his little face turned red. He continued to roar.

"This... your new horse? Why is it so fierce?" Mo Laowu said stutteringly.

Liao Xuebing nodded with shamelessness.

Murong Lanluo said angrily: "Who is your girlfriend? I don't know you!"

Several people were holding on to the scene, and suddenly heard the photo taken at the entrance, making loud calls. A large number of reporters who received invitations to the hall rushed towards the door. It turned out that everyone loved each other and the trees bloomed. The handsome boy from Baiyoucheng, who was unparalleled and cool and handsome, arrived.

As he did this, he attracted everyone's attention. Several enthusiastic rich women rushed over and surrounded Mr. Bai to ask about his well-being.
Chapter completed!