OK! This idea is good. You can see the little girl's delicate body. Liao Xuebing was about to agree. Looking at the watch, the hour hand had already turned to 9:30. This time it was bad. He agreed to Xiao Lanluo to accompany her to the singer-selling party that drinks women!

"I suddenly remembered that I had something else to do. I'll teach you next time."

Bei Xiaodan looked disappointed: "Teacher, tomorrow is Sunday, can't I do it tomorrow?"

"No, the time is set tonight. Don't worry, I'll teach you next week."

He said goodbye to Bei Shixiang and his wife, and was driven back to school by the driver. Liao Xuebing rode Harley to the TV station and walked through the bustling traffic. As soon as he left the North City, he encountered a red light. The traffic police here basically didn't know each other and were too lazy to care about so many things. I don't have a license plate. If you want to take a photo, just take a photo.

The streets were particularly lively on Saturday, with many pedestrians, and they flocked through the sidewalk. Lao Liao used his extraordinary skills to avoid pedestrians and finally failed to get into the car. After a few minutes, a police motorcycle was caught up with him. The traffic police shouted in the car: "Hey, the motorcycle without a license plate in front should stop and be inspected, otherwise I will accuse you of illegal driving!"

Lao Liao saw it in the rearview mirror, smiled contemptuously, twisted the accelerator, and smoke was sprayed out of the exhaust pipe. Harley-Motorcycle flew away and left the police car far away, without a trace for a moment, "Hey, the broken car wants to chase my lightning, can it be realized in my fantasy?"

In a blink of an eye, I arrived at the TV station building and had no VIP card. The elevator arrived at the 250th floor. The recording room staff stopped him: "Sorry, sir, the program has begun. You can't go in now to affect the recording work."

At 9:30, the bearded director of the TV program recording team walked back and forth in the backstage, with cigarette butts under his feet, "What the hell is Miss Bingyu doing? After so many times, she seems to have been absent-minded."

The speaker turned around and said, "That's right, she clearly said it would start at 8 o'clock, so she had to delay until almost nine o'clock before betraying her. The staff had to go to the frontcourt to comfort the fans. Fortunately, it was not live broadcast. Celebrities seemed to like to be big names, right?"

The director said: "I have worked with Miss Bingyu several times. She has a good bloating. This is the first time this situation. Oh my god! Listen, she went out of tune again! By the way, I just said that I would draw a prize for half an hour. I cut this episode off during the broadcast and let the host go up after she finishes drinking. Anyway, the audience in the venue is still cooperative, and there are stars who are satisfied to watch them."

The drama staff came over and said, "Director, do you think something is wrong with Miss Bingyu?"

"You still have to say this?"

"Miss Bingyu kept looking at the entrance, as if waiting for someone."

"No, you must have misunderstood. By the way, let those nurseries go up and offer flowers."

"Director, Miss Bingyu is not a third-rate star, why do you want to hire? You haven't seen fans presenting flowers on stage dozens of times, and the cheers almost overturned the venue. The tuition we arranged was not louder than them."

"I'm just preparing to prevent the situation, lights, and smoke from happening! I've been working for so many years and I still need to shout!"

After Murong Bingyu finished singing, she breathed slightly after taking the bad news from the agent and wiping the sweat and drinking water.

"Bingyu, thank you so much for taking back my bastard stuff. Sister is sorry for you this time."

"Needless to say, Sister Yan, they are all the bad guys of Boss Mo. Actually, you don't have to thank me, it's someone else who helped us."

"Who is it? Mr. Bai? I think he has always been very nice to you."

Murong Bingyu shook his head: "No, I gave him a VIP card to invite him to watch the singer's club. His students are here! But he hasn't come yet, so he's so angry."

The agent was shocked: "Who is not even indifferent to Bingyu's invitation? Did he solve Boss Mo's trouble?"

Murong Bingyu stopped talking and entered the locker room to change into a dressing set.

The host with a slutty appearance and a short and stature danced onto the stage and shouted: "My audience in front of the TV! Please take out your mobile phone and dial 16********* to guess what the last song of Miss Bingyu we love the most! In the end, Miss Bingyu will draw thirty-five lucky numbers and will receive a generous reward. The top three will be rewarded with a top-level computer, four to ten are thirty-nine-inch digital tablet large color TVs, and the eleven to thirty-two will receive a new album and a huge poster signed by Miss Bingyu. There are three choices for the answer. Please enter one for guessing "One Moment, One Light Year", and please enter two for guessing "I Love Potatoes".

The director shouted: "cut! Stop! Fatty, please don't smile rigidly, okay? Photographer, continue! The second plane gives the audience some shots!"

The show was just recorded, and it was clearly fraudulent when it was not broadcasting. The audience thought: "I will never vote on any TV newspapers again."

Murong Bingyu changed into clothes, and the agent said: "Is the person you invited to be stopped outside the court? As long as time comes, the TV station will not allow others to enter and exit freely."

"Hmph, no matter who makes him late." He was about to walk out of the backstage and retreated: "Sister Yan, please help me go outside the venue to see if there is a man wearing black-framed glasses, with messy hair and not dressed in a very neat manner. His surname is Huan. Oh, after so long, he must have left long ago. It's a big fuss about the damn TV station."

"A man who is not dressed in a very neat manner? It seems that Bingyu likes him a little, but he helped me persuade Boss Mo, so he should thank him." The agent quickly walked out of the studio.

There was only a gatekeeper in the aisle dozing off, and the agent poked the man: "Hey, have you seen a man in disarray?"

The gatekeeper saw that he was the agent of a big star, and the TV station specially invited him, so he did not dare to neglect: "No, I didn't see that I was dressed in disheveled clothes."

"Did anyone come with VIP cards?"

"Yes, isn't it just that female student? Didn't you arrange for her to sit in the front row?"

"Oh, there is another man who also has a VIP card. Have you seen him before?"

"There was one just now. I saw that it had been so long that I didn't let him in, so he left." The gatekeeper rubbed his black eyes - what he said just now was, "The VIP card is amazing! Time has passed, and no one is allowed to pass! Miss Bingyu can you see it if you want to see it, but you won't see it if you want to?" Then he was punched in his eyes, almost breaking his head, and the man turned around and left.

The agent was so angry that his face turned pale: "Miss Bingsha gave him a special gift! You idiot." He hurried to the elevator entrance, and three men stood in front of the door waiting for the elevator. The agent shouted: "Mr. Liao! Go slowly!"

The three men turned around together: "Call me?" A young man, an old man, and a big fat man were all named Liao. The agent was in trouble for a moment: This fat man was very demeanor, maybe a rich man invited by Bingyu. The old man looked open-minded and had a handsome face. Maybe he was a martial arts master, or maybe he stopped Boss Mo. Bingyu invited him to repay his kindness. This young man seemed to have no characteristics. By the way, he wore black-framed glasses, messy hair and untidy clothes. Who else could he have?

He stepped forward and grabbed it and shouted, "Mr. Liao, Miss Murong has been waiting for you."

The man was puzzled: "What Miss Murong, I don't know him."

The agent looked closely and said: This person had an ugly face, his nose was turned outward, and his eyebrows were tilted. How could Bingyu invite such a person? She still had a glimmer of hope in her heart and said, "Mr. Liao, you are not bringing VIP cards, but you can invite friends freely. The agent still remembers the number, and you will not be wrong as long as you read it.

The man was stunned and said, "I am the editor of the Economic Channel, what VIP card is used? Miss, you must have recognized the wrong person." As expected, he held the card in his chest, and he had all the information. His name: Liao Qiang, Department: Economic Channel, Position, Editor.

Alas, the Mr. Liao in Bingyu's mind must have left long ago, how should I explain to her

On Sunday, Liao Xuebing completely left yesterday's singer party behind, called Guan Muyun to come out and took him to the Nightingale Bar.

Ye Xiaobai and Nandi had been waiting in the VIP private room that they had made an appointment for a long time. Before they could enter the door, a smell of alcohol came over them, and two dozen empty beer bottles were piled on the table.

Liao Xuebing thought to himself: The two brothers are considered a huge amount. If they don’t have thirty or fifty bottles, they will definitely not drink them. However, these two brats must be hurt by drinking again. They don’t want to be a good person for the beauty. If this continues, it seems that it is necessary to do some ideological education to them later, state the pros and cons, and make them realize it.

At the same time, when the two men saw Liao Xuebing coming in, they stood up at the same time, bowed, and shouted in unison: "Hello, teacher!"

Seeing this, Guan Muyun almost fell.

This meeting ceremony was so special! The members of the Dignified Speed ​​Party looked even more humble than the students when they saw Teacher Liao. The students in Class 2 of our second year had already abandoned all the etiquette of respecting teachers and valuing education before class. After the teacher entered the door, they looked at him without even looking at him. Although this situation was a hypocritical attitude, in contrast, it still made people feel guilty.
Chapter completed!