The two looked at each other and smiled. The convoy had already entered the mountain road of Ping'an Mountain. Liao Xuebing said: "It's good to go to your house to have fun. I just happened to meet Bei Xiaodan. That girl is a little listless in her studies recently. She is about to take the exam. You, as a teacher and parents, have to supervise you more, and we teachers and parents will cooperate more."

Bei Shixiang said: "Xiaodan hasn't talked to me for several days. Did he encounter any unhappy things at school?"

"I don't know, this is how I spend every day, but I've missed classes these days and haven't seen her. You have to be careful. Maybe Bei Xiaodan is in love. Girls are most susceptible to being deceived at this age."

"Don't talk nonsense, spread rumors and make trouble. Ye Yuhu of your class, I sent someone to investigate and monitor him. I didn't find any abnormalities. I've done a simple solution to the other classes who chased Xiaodan."

"Don't show off your merits. I thought I was so great. Once I passed by the classroom corridor and heard Bei Xiaodan chatting with her classmates and complaining that she never received love letters or confessions from male classmates like other girls, which made her very depressed and even felt inferior. As a father, I can understand her mood, but this killed her daughter's youth. When she recalls it in the future, does she feel that her youth is very pale?"

Bei Shixiang was shocked and fell into deep thought: "It's a mess to care about things. You're right. She really ignored me recently and often got angry at me. So can Teacher Liao relieve her little girl? I have a lot of rewards."

Back at the Bei family mansion, dubbed "Bakingham Palace", Bei Shixiang invited him to his study.

"Teacher Liao, I heard that you like ancient Chinese very much. My collection of books can barely catch your eye, right?" Bei Shixiang pushed open the door of the study, and a row of peach wood shelves filled with books appeared in front of him.

"It's rare to say more, and it's not too much. What's rare is that there are all kinds, from British literature to Egyptian history, bronze ware in the Shang Dynasty to Ru kiln culture, almost everything is available, broad but not specialized, like a library."

Bei Shixiang accompanied Lao Liao to walk around the study and said, "Actually, I personally don't like reading, but in order to welcome guests from all aspects, they cater to their various interests and hobbies, including tea room, fitness room, cinema, swimming pool, and study room. The guests are happy and I am glorious in my face."

"You are really honest, but if the customer is addicted to men and women, you have to build a brothel, right?" Lao Liao didn't seem to realize how abrupt his question was.

Bei Shixiang's old face was too late, and he was very well cultivated. His displeasure was not revealed on his face. He smiled faintly: "I usually only satisfy the positive and upbeat preferences of customers. As for those things that are not allowed to be on the table, they naturally dare not mention them to me."

"Okay! It's so long-lasting. I don't have to accompany me anymore. I'll talk to your daughter. It's so unlucky to be with an old man all day." Old Liao was really speaking without a choice and dared to say anything.

Bei Shixiang was amused and crying: "I originally wanted to ask you to appreciate the famous paintings I collected. It seems that there is no need for you, an ignorant guy. Let the servant take you there."

Liao Xuebing gently knocked on the door of Bei Xiaodan's room, and an impatient cry came from inside: "Don't bother me again!"

Lao Liao couldn't help but feel ashamed: "This child really doesn't give her family a good look." He had to shout loudly: "Class Bei Xiaodan, I am your Teacher Liao, please open the door quickly."

If this scene was seen by Siyan, it would definitely be transformed into the story of "Teacher Liao and Little Red Riding Hood", translated into nine episodes, and told in the class every day.

"Wait!" A sudden sound of silly, followed by footsteps. The door opened. Bei Xiaodan changed into a pink top with a hat bag and plaid shorts and appeared in front of him, with a strange look: "Teacher Liao, why are you here?"

Lao Liao originally thought that the little girl could wear pajamas, but he couldn't help but make a mistake in his anger. He projected his eyes on his slender thighs and thought to himself: "Although I've lost a little, it's still very good. I don't know what color of the underwear is." He coughed and said, "It's about to take the exam. I'll check if your homework has fallen out."

Bei Xiaodan let him into the room, and the arrangement was still the same as before, without much change. The only difference was that the lights were turned on at night, and the room looked very warm.

"Xiaodan, is the text that has been difficult recently? Tell me that the teacher will tutor you. As a representative of Chinese class, you have to lead your classmates to glory."

Bei Xiaodan had already replied from the surprise of the teacher's sudden visit. His eyes rolled and he smiled and said, "There are many questions. I have wanted to ask the teacher for advice, but unfortunately you haven't come to class these two days." He took the text over and asked all the usage of every fake word, the allusions in ancient texts and the stories behind it. In fact, she had already understood this knowledge. She deliberately proposed it to see Teacher Liao's eloquent and jumping spirit. He knew that he was not very proficient in foreign literature, so he had a very clever choice to hide such problems.

"People think that some of the characters of Tongfa are typos written by the ancients. In fact, the first person who wrote the characters of Tongfa can say that they wrote white characters, but later generations followed suit, and it became a complete failure. The characters of Tongfa exist in ancient books in large quantities, and are one of the culprits that make it difficult to read ancient Chinese books." Lao Liao said casually, thinking that explaining the text in the little girl's room was a waste of time and was not very suitable for his identity as a love saint. He smiled and said, "Xiaodan, you have always been absent-minded during this period. Have you ever had a boyfriend?"

"Where?" Bei Xiaodan's face turned red, "No one likes me."

"Haha, I thought you fell in love with the teacher." This is the tone of teasing girls that Lao Liao often uses.

Bei Xiaodan also said that the teacher saw the thought, and his heart was beating wildly, almost popping out of his chest, and said incoherently: "I, I'm oh! No, teacher, what are you talking about?"

In fact, Lao Liao didn't have much contact with Bei Xiaodan. At this time, he saw her fainting cheeks, cute and cute, and her youthful performance was very touching. He couldn't help but have a bad idea: If there was a wealthy father-in-law as rich as Bei Shixiang, it would be pretty good.

After a while, Bei Xiaodan asked boldly: "Teacher, do you have a girlfriend? What type of girls do you like?"

"Ha, I have many girlfriends. I usually keep it about three in the time. Although this number is relatively low, I can still get through it." Hearing this, Bei Xiaodan's heart sank. Old Liao changed his mind and continued: "But since becoming a teacher, I have cultivated my mind and cultivated my nature, worked hard to cultivate my sentiments with literature, and moved my awareness to the next level, and broke up with the original one hundred and eight girlfriends."

The teacher was indeed talking nonsense! Bei Xiaodan's heart came out of the darkness and had the courage again. He asked with a smile: "So what kind of girl does the teacher like?"

"I like gentle and obedient good kids." Old Liao said the truth very rarely, but Bei Xiaodan didn't think so, and thought to himself: "The teacher, the bragging king, must be lying to others again. Let me guess the opposite. He said gentle, but thought, he must like a stingy girl. I heard that the antonym is naturally rebellious. No wonder he dared not say such a strange preference openly. By the way! No wonder he is so good with Murong Lanluo! Murong Lanluo is also a gangster girl, I know what to do."

Liao Xuebing walked to the girl's big bed casually. No matter whether there were any taboos or not, he stretched his waist and lay on it. Of course, it was not that he lay very formally, but that he lay half of his body slanted, with his feet stretched out outside and rested on the ground.

Bei Xiaodan was very close to Liao Xuebing in his heart. When he saw this, he didn't feel abrupt.

Lao Liao suddenly smelled a tempting fragrance. When he opened his eyes, he saw a bunch of pajamas that had just been changed on the bed. It was Bei Xiaodan who quickly changed when he heard Lao Liao knock on the door. He was in a hurry and didn't have time to clean up, so he threw it on the bed.

Lao Liao thought about it day and night, and he was looking forward to this thing. For a moment, the identity of "beast" was "beast" overshadowed the "beast". He pointed out the window and shouted, "Flying Saucer!" Taking advantage of the time when Bei Xiaodan turned his head, he quickly picked up a pair of pure cotton white underwear pressed under his pajamas and stuffed it into his arms. The speed of his movements was three points faster than Superman who reached out to catch a bullet.

Unexpectedly, Bei Xiaodan saw Lao Liao's dirty behavior from the reflection of the dressing mirror. She was very surprised and suspicious. Many tastes were tangled up. It was extremely complicated, surprised, sad, lost, depressed, and joy - joy was subconscious and she didn't notice it. Although she gradually became distant from her father after she was a child, she received strict family education since she was a child, which made her very despised by Lao Liao's behavior and dared not expose it. She just said embarrassedly: "What a flying butterfly, I haven't seen it."

"Oh, I'm too tired to write lesson plans during the day, maybe I'm dazzled." Liao Xuebing concealed calmly.

This hateful teacher Liao has a lot of shortcomings and an unspeakable perverted hobby, but it was so attractive that Bei Xiaodan gradually became a little confused. He suddenly remembered that he accidentally read a small article on sex education on the Internet, which said that men liked that kind of things, probably because of sexual depression and sexual depression. From this, it can be inferred that the teacher should not have a girlfriend yet. Thinking of this, I felt relieved of Lao Liao. I love the house and the mistress, as if the behavior of stealing women's underwear has become extremely normal. It seems that a boy is not a good person if he doesn't steal underwear. He thought to himself: "I'm too much. Think about it from another perspective, boys are like this."

"It's almost ten o'clock, I have to go home first." Lao Liao looked at the time and stood up to say goodbye.

"Teacher, will you go to class tomorrow?"
Chapter completed!