Looking for a place to park the car on Tongcheng Road, where the fire was dim, the two of them strolled on the street, afraid of reporters' tracks, so they even put on big sunglasses, and their whereabouts were very strange.

The Western Restaurant ‘Traditional Chinese Dream’ is located on the top floor of Tongcheng Hotel. It is a circular Western restaurant that mainly operates expensive French palace meals. When you arrive at the top floor by the elevator, you will be wearing a straight suit, a bow tie and a gentle and polite waiter who comes up to say hello and leads them to the empty seat beside the large glass window. This is a ten-story building, and you can enjoy the picturesque scenery of Zhonghai City.

"Liao Xuebing, what do you like to eat?" Murong Bingyu observed out the window excitedly. She was not excited because she was dining in a high-end Western restaurant, but because of the man sitting in front of her.

"I don't know, I rarely eat Western food." Lao Liao answered honestly, but saw the reflection on the glass: "Hey, why does that person look so familiar?"

He took off his eyes, rubbed his eyes, turned his face and saw that he was a very silly rich young man. He shook his head: "Brother Baiwei is still mate with a foreign girl in Europe, how could it be him?"

A bright red rose was inserted on the table and vase, and the water droplets as crystal clear as if they were studying. The hall was slowly flowing with the "Water Lily" played on a cello. The guests whispered, elegant, quiet, and isolated from the world, as if they were in those slow-paced days of the 18th century.

Murong Bingyu looked at the menu and said, "Give me a coconut soup, pineapple lettuce, fried fresh shells with foie gras sauce, fried beef steaks, 50% ripe, and I'll get a bottle of red wine from 182 years, thank you."

The waiter turned his eyes to Liao Xuebing: "Sir, where are you?"

Liao Xuebing likes to set up a big hot pot, cut a few pounds of beef crumbs, add thick peppers, play tricks with friends, and then pour beer into big mouthfuls, but this makes you soak up a nonsense! So he closed the menu gently and nodded gracefully: "I'm the same."

Putting a white napkin on it, Murong Bingyu asked, "Liao Xuebing, you, a big man, must be very hard to raise your daughter so big, right?"

Lao Liao adjusted the angle so that he could better appreciate the scenery in her skirt with the oblique angle. He was stunned for a long time before he woke up. He turned his lewdness into sadness in time. He sighed deeply, looked out the window, and fell into memories of unknown times: "It was on a miserable rainy night. We made an appointment to meet at the street corner. It was our last meeting. She held a crying baby in her arms and handed it to me, without saying anything. Later, I took that baby, and sixteen years passed in a flash..."

Murong Bingyu's nose was a little sour: "Stop talking, I want to cry. Then why don't you find a woman to take care of your daughter?"

Lao Liao's lies became increasingly erratic, and he gradually became unable to contain them, so he had to go back to his homeland: "I am so poor, who would marry me? I went on blind dates several times, and people thought that I was hard to work and low salary. Oh, it's hard to say anything. Look at me, I have to eat pickles all day, I have never eaten a full meal, and I have to support my daughter to go to school. I live in a cheap apartment in the heated and cheap apartment in Aoshui Alley. Winter is coming soon, and I don't know how to get through it."

Murong Bingyu looked at him with a smile: "Then why did you suddenly have a Chevrolet? And, I passed by Aohuo Apartment last night, and the landlord said you have made a fortune and moved out. How do you explain this?"

Liao Xuebing was speechless, sweating profusely, and was speechless. A few days ago, he moved in a Bentley to show off to the landlord. Alas, people were harmed by this superficial mentality.

Murong Bingyu said again: "Don't explain that Chevrolet was picked up by the roadside. You are just like to talk nonsense. I really don't know which sentence you should believe."

Lao Liao has been circulating in the world for many years and deceived countless intelligent people. He was exposed for the first time and was speechless. As he was talking, the waiter came up with a plate to solve his predicament. This guy was thick-skinned and easily changed the topic: "The coconut soup is very good and it is quite fragrant. It seems that you must eat Western food often, right?"

"Yes, the company's cocktail party is usually Western food, and Sister Yan invites French chefs. I'm used to it. Is it delicious?"

"I prefer to eat rice, pork feet, pork trunks, shallots and tofu."

"Haha, you're so weird. Come on, let's have some bar."

The two started to talk nonsense, which was a sign of attraction between men and women.

Half an hour later, Liao Xuebing went to the bathroom and came out with his pants carrying his head, and met Su Bingyun, who was as beautiful as a flower at the door. He met face to face and didn't have time to think and analyze, so he had to say something stupid: "Hey, is this a coincidence?"

Su Bingyun didn't expect to question him about "tatistic love" and was a little guilty for a moment and hurriedly said, "Oh, I made an appointment with someone. I heard that this Western restaurant is pretty good, so I came here. Where are you?"

"I have made an appointment with someone, who are you with? Ms. Yan Jiang, the typist at the school, or Ms. Chen from the information room, and Teacher Mei, who teaches physics?" Lao Liao asked in a big way.

Su Bingyun lowered her head and did not dare to look at him, saying, "Yes, I have an appointment with a colleague in the school."

There were people coming and going in the bathroom, and the door was not very elegant. Liao Xuebing pulled her aside: "Teacher Su, why are you a little nervous? Are you feeling uncomfortable? By the way, I decided to go back to the countryside on Saturday and bring my diary back. Recently, a film company invited me to film, and I was busy, and that woman was still my cousin, so I didn't know how to get out."

When Su Bingyun heard Lao Liao take the initiative to talk about filming, it can be regarded as honesty towards himself. Women usually don’t want the other party to explain it in a sweet manner. As long as he confesses, all mistakes can be forgiven. The last trace of anger in his heart disappeared without a trace. Any scandals in the entertainment industry can be hyped up. Maybe the cousin’s relationship was deliberately promoted by the entertainment company. Moreover, the last time Lost Island talked in a sleep, it was probably me, Su Bingyun, not Murong Bingyu.

Suddenly, he regretted that he rashly asked Mo Yongtai for dinner, but now that things have come to this point, he cannot leave Mo Yongtai irresponsibly. Su Bingyun looked very unnatural and said, "I'll call you after dinner." He thought to himself that the two of them had never dated together except for that Volcanic Island.

"Okay, remember to call me." Lao Liao thought this was just a perfunctory statement and agreed casually. Anyway, he was happy with Murong Bingyu, so it would be not too late to wait for the rest.

Neither of them dared to tell each other about their status, and they said goodbye with ulterior motives.

Liao Xuebing threw her behind in a blink of an eye, thinking about which hotel to go to with Murong Bingyu to be more romantic - what you didn't get in your hands is not your own thing, and if you don't have sex, you can still watch the beautiful woman's thighs all day long? You're too unwilling to be a person.

After drinking half a bottle of red wine, I started to think badly. "Bingyu, your hands are so white, how about I touch them?"

Murong Bingyu lowered her head shyly: "You are so bad, no!"

The old hooligan had already reached out to pick it up on the back of her hand: "Touch a lot of you, why are you so stingy? Come on, my cousin looks at your palms for you, Oh, of course, I will look at the marriage line first, the two lines are in parallel, and it can be seen that the main body will not be alone and helpless, and the parallel spacing is very even, which means that you will fly together and be happy. Uh, this is amazing. The auxiliary line above says that you will meet the true emperor tonight. Oh, congratulations!"

Murong Bingyu naturally knew that he was teasing him, but he was really happy in his heart. He gently pulled his hand back and said lightly: "Is that so, the palmistry cannot be done accurately." His tone was indifferent, which was caused by the girl's shyness. In fact, he wanted him to say a few more words.

Liao Xuebing had no experience in love, so he was stunned when he heard this: "It turns out that you don't believe in palmistry. I can also look at facial features, fingerprints, iris, listening to voice lines, analyze DNA maps, and judge a person's birth, old age, sickness, good fortune, family, marriage, career and love, as well as his previous life as a cow or a horse, five hundred years, a radius of 40,000 miles, nothing I don't know."

Murong Bingyu burst out laughing: "You are really like a charlatan. OK, let's calculate my place. If you are accurate, then calculate what date is my birthday first." Her birthday has been recorded in major media celebrity databases, and birthday parties are held every year. As long as it is her fans, there is almost nothing I don't know about. I deliberately raised this simple "difficulty". One is that I don't want to embarrass Lao Liao, and the other is that I want to see if he takes himself to heart.

Standing giggling, reaching his hand in front of him, spreading his palm upwards.

Unexpectedly, Lao Liao fell into deep thoughts, used a fork to pick up the dessert after meals, supported his forehead, and stared at the tender white hand, "Is her birthday a more unpopular time on February 29th, or a date that is not easy to guess on January 1st?"

But the probability of choosing one of three hundred and sixty-five is so small. Isn’t this intentional difficulty for the Iron Mouth God’s Psychic Liao Zhuge? He coughed and said seriously: “Actually, observing the palm lines, the iris cannot accurately judge. I need to see something like you.”

"Is it the other hand? Actually, I will hold a party with my friends in March." Seeing that Lao Liao was not enlightened, Murong Bingyu began to remind him indirectly.

Lao Liao shook his head: "It's not the other hand, what I want to see is the 'nice pattern'. Everyone has a unique pattern on their nipples. Our fortune telling world can infer your past and present life based on the direction, density and size of the 'nice pattern'. Ice rain, there are many people here, so why not find a hotel to study the 'nice pattern' slowly?"

"Shameless!" Murong Bingyu was angry. After a moment, he felt that his tone was too heavy and said softly: "Why do you always think about such obscene things? Can you say less? There is an ice skating rink nearby. Can you teach me how to skate?"
Chapter completed!