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Chapter 191 Brother Soldier's Nest, Lan Luo's Home

Mrs. Smith knew that he said that kind of words to comfort her, so she didn't have to feel guilty, and smiled and said, "Liao, first of all, I want to congratulate you. People have officially become part of our school and can officially enjoy the various welfare measures of the school."

Liao Xuebing was not surprised by the result. If the teacher qualification failed, Mrs. Smith would probably not have to be talked about, and Qiu Daqi would be the first to drive him away.

I was hypocritical and polite: "Very good, thank my wife for her consistent practice. In the future, I will work harder to carry forward the tradition of Tulip High School, so that all students can become useful talents, and make them the pride of the school."

The principal couldn't help but say, "Xiao Liao, everyone is their own people, so there is no need to say more about this. You can go to the Finance Department to receive your salary on the 12th of the month." He turned on the switch of the electric kettle, whispered to Mrs. Smith, "Help me think of a solution. Since the Mid-Autumn Festival, my wife has distanced me again."

"Liao, come and see what needs to be modified in the contract. If you think it is appropriate, sign it."

The chairman and the principal both have the power to hire employees. In the division of responsibilities of the school, the principal is responsible for personnel transfers, promotions, appointments and archives. Mrs. Smith’s relationship with the principal is not as good as imagined, but it doesn’t seem surprising that she appeared in the principal’s office because of this incident.

The first dozen or so articles of the contract are all the same as those who require the responsibilities, obligations, interests, benefits, salaries, working hours, and job requirements of a teacher. Here are a few more detailed articles, indicating that he is to be hired as a Chinese teacher, with all the terms and conditions in detail. There are no suspicious loopholes.

"The monthly salary is 3,000 yuan, without any fault every two years, and can ensure that the task indicators issued by the board of directors will increase by 10% based on the original salary. Working for eight hours a day, two days off a week,..."

Pensions, insurances, holidays and extra allowances. It seems that the benefits are really good. There are three months of summer vacation and winter vacation every year. If you work for five years, you will also get a house of 120 square meters. Tulip High School is worthy of being rich and generous.

Liao Xuebing browsed carefully and signed his name on the contract.

Mrs. Smith smiled with relief, "I will give you a copy after the board of directors stamps it." She took out a red cover and gold-plated certificate on the corner and said, "Dear Liao, this is your teacher certificate."

Liao Xuebing was overjoyed: "Get out of the way, what kind of gangsters and fighting competitions, I am now a formal and famous people's teacher!

White smoke came out of the kettle. The principal burned the small porcelain bowl, took out the tea leaves and put them in the teapot. His movements were elegant and natural. It was obviously done deliberately in front of his wife.

Liao Xuebing grabbed Mrs. Smith who turned around and said goodbye: "Madam, have a drink, chat and then leave."

Mrs. Smith shook her head: "I only like to drink coffee. Besides, there are still many things that have not been dealt with. I hope that after you become a teacher, you will focus on your career..."

Liao Xuebing winked at the principal: "It seems that you have to learn more about European traditional culture to better integrate into the role of the knight."

The rain slowly stopped. The sky became very clear and the humid air made people feel relaxed.

Murong Lanluo pestered Lao Liao to go to his house, but had no choice but to agree. Murong Lanluo was ready to carry a small cre with his belongings and put it in the car.

"I said, what would your family think if you don't go home for dinner at night?" Lao Liao said in the wind. The wheels pressed over the road with water accumulation and flew backwards with two high-rise water lines.

"My mother has social engagements, and usually gives me money to go to the restaurant to have dinner by myself. It's so boring. It's really lonely at home alone."

"It's so pitiful. From now on, as long as you want, you can go to the teacher's house to have dinner at any time. Just treat the teacher's house as your home."

"Of course." Murong Lanluo thought so, and his eyes were filled with small stars, "Hehe, I've been waiting for your words for a long time."

In the living room, Murong Lanluo was walking around and was not satisfied with anything. He felt that the old wooden TV was too big and should be replaced. The patent leather sofa had long been peeled off to become a world map. Change! The dusty electric fan should be replaced with air conditioning. The cement floor did not have parquet floors, so it was uncomfortable to walk up. The walls had not been painted for many years. There were crowds of cockroaches in the kitchen, and the bathroom door was broken...

"Needless to say, I don't have money, and I'm living well at the moment, so there's no need to redecorate it. I still want to keep the money and buy my own house in the future."

Murong Lanluo sat on the sofa with his butt and reached out to him: "Give the money to get the key to the door. I will help renovate the house tomorrow Saturday."

"Huh?" Liao Xuebing widened his eyes: "Is it necessary to do it?"

"Hmph, it's already my house. If you want to live more comfortably, you must clean up well." Murong Lanjiu went into the bedroom to search for the teacher's collection of "contraindicated products".

Liao Xuebing finally remembered what he said just now: "Just treat the teacher's home as yours. Unexpectedly, the little girl was honest and unpolite, and took his usual politeness as real.

Living with girls is a taboo in school discipline. No matter what the truth is, others can’t immediately think of dirty places when they hear it? I just obtained a teacher’s certificate and signed a work contract. Lao Liao didn’t want things to get bad, and he didn’t understand why Murong Lanluo lived with him. It is said that Xiao Lanluo’s family is still very rich and does not lack a place to live.

If she lived here for a long time and didn't go home, how could her family not be suspicious? Even if she didn't do anything, she would be caught by her mother and drowned alive.

Why did she live with me, a widowed man? Could it be that her family is curious about the life of a bachelor and want to experience it nearby? Does she know how dangerous it is to live with a single man? It seems that there are some flaws in today's education.

Forget it, after dinner, Murong Lanluo has to persuade him to go back.

It's very rare. It's four dishes and one soup. After moving into Qianshui Apartment for so long, Liao Xuebing has never cooked it like this at his home. It's all instant noodles and wine, and it's all solved day after day.

Chop pepper and silver carp head, scented sausage, stir-fried ginkgo with black fungus, bean paste chrysanthemum brain, and four treasures winter melon soup. I know that there is nothing in the teacher's kitchen except oil and salt. Most of the seasonings are brought by Murong Lanluo, which is slightly lacking and a few flavors are missing. However, in Lao Liao's cooking methods, the dishes are still cooked with a strong aroma.

Unfortunately, they still forgot to buy rice, so they had to cook half a pound of noodles as their staple food. Murong Lan took the initiative to wipe the table clean, although her movements were stiff, it was finally rare. If her mother saw her, she would not believe her eyes. She was very quarrel at home compared to now.

Murong Lanluo set up the chair, and smiled and picked up a chopstick of waist flowers into Lao Liao's bowl.

Liao Xuebing tried hard to think about the wording, how can she tactfully let her dispel this idea: "Lan Luo... Well, Lao Liao's conditions here are not good, I'm afraid you will not be used to living. If you live poorly, it will affect your studies and health in the future..."

Murong Lanluo quickly said, "I am used to it. It's very good here and much better than my home."

"But...but I'm not used to it. The teacher has to attend classes every day, correct homework, write lecture notes, talk to students, go to home visits, and handle school affairs. I can't spare time to take care of you."

"No, I can take care of myself. I can also help the teacher share housework, such as washing clothes, cooking, and sweeping the floor, and I can do anything."

"No!" Lao Liao flatly refused: "What does a female student look like when she lives in a male teacher's house?"

Murong Lanluo immediately flattened his mouth, tears rolling around in his eyes: "Teacher, don't drive me away, okay? I can help you do a lot of things, at most, at most, I won't interfere with your collection of underwear..."

Liao Xuebing was sweating wildly. This girl was still worried about his shameful things. She thought that the little girl might have lived out of curiosity. She might have lived for a few days and was thinking about leaving. She didn't want to get entangled anymore. She nodded and said, "Then let's stay for a day or two first, but you must not let other students know about this."

Murong Lan's eyes were rolling around, but she was thinking about the other side: "As soon as I mentioned the underwear, the teacher immediately agreed. He must like that thing very much... What should I do? Should I make a plan for the teacher's weaknesses?"

After dinner, Mo Laowu called and asked him to go to Yuyu Qionglou to discuss the major event.

"Lan Luo, I have something to deal with. You should think about it alone at home first, make a decision for yourself, and never act impulsively."

"What's the matter? I'm going to go too."

"Adults? Don't ask too much about it, kids."

"Hmph, I'm not a child!"

...

In the largest, most magnificent and most luxurious Western restaurant box in Yuyu Qiong Building, Mo Laowu sat alone in the seat in the center to pick his nose.

On the table covered with white cloth, silver plates are large and small, arranged in an orderly manner, and are covered with lids to wait for the arrival of guests.

The waiter led Lao Liao to sit opposite Mo Laowu.

"Mr. Mo, can you start?" the waiter asked politely. Mo Laowu nodded, so the waiter uncovered the lid in turn and introduced the origin, characteristics, taste, taste, and evaluation given by famous customers after eating it.
Chapter completed!
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