"This is Zhang Jiawei from your class next door. Now I'm entrusting it to you to ensure that his safety is not bullied by anyone."

Guan Muyun took a look and was shocked: "Isn't this a hero who poked Qiu Daqi's tires? Our class admired you to death, but I said why were you so accidentally caught by the Fear Demon King?"

Zhang Jiawei knew him as one of the overlords of the school and had a close relationship with the "speed train party". He smiled bitterly and said, "It was the God Ci in our class who was framed by the gods and fairies. The girl he pursued was my good friend, so he vented his anger on me."

Guan Muyun didn't understand how good Zhang Jiawei and Teacher Liao were, but since Lao Liao ordered, he would definitely do it. He grabbed him and said, "Go, come, I'll beat the immortal Ci to the ghost Ci."

"Don't do too much, I'll leave first." The evil people still need to be beaten by the evil people. The students may not necessarily obey the discipline of their parents and teachers, but facing other students who are more savage than them, they will only be more gentle than rabbits. Lao Liao waved his hand and walked towards the art gallery.

...

The students were coming and going, and the group leader Sun Pinghai was happily accompanied by Mr. Cui, as director and vice president Zhu. At most, he explained Li Xinghua's paintings in just two simple sentences, and then turned the topic to his great idea of ​​cultivating students with art geniuses.

Su Bingyun is the instructor. She has made a contribution to the student’s honor and kept saying good things. Mo Yongtai did not come on this special day, and the physical education classes were intensive in the afternoon, so he was willing to come but had no time.

The first thing that caught Liao Xuebing's eyes was the exquisite poster, and he said to himself: "Everyone must think that I have something to do with Li Xinghua. In fact, we have nothing to do with each other. How can we be so miserable? If you can't steal a chicken, you will lose the rice."

Li Xinghua had been waiting at the door, and said with an unhappy smile: "Teacher Liao has such a big face, and he has to be invited again and again."

"Did I ask you to invite me? It's just a broken art exhibition, and there's nothing to see. I've painted it out and didn't ask you for the portrait usage fee."

"Hey, what's your attitude? I'm kind enough to invite you to come. I'm still proud of it? My dad is inside, go and accompany him quickly. If you have nothing to do, you always say good things about you. Humph, I don't know if it's my husband or his husband."

"Who is your husband? How about introducing me?"

"Ah?" Li Xinghua suddenly realized that he had said the wrong thing, blushed like a ripe apple, and immediately buried his thoughts deep in his heart, and said lightly: "It's nothing. Come on, I'll take you in."

He deliberately kept a distance from him. The two were about 30 cm apart, neither close nor distant. He walked behind Li Zhou and others who were watching the painting and shouted softly: "Dad."

When Ren Tielin saw Liao Xuebing, he was afraid that he would disturb everyone's fun of visiting and talking, so he said unhappily: "Teacher Liao, what are you doing here?" Mr. Cui and Vice President Zhu were both here. If this rough man said something wrong, he would be a big sin.

Su Bingyun, who was accompanying him, snorted.

Li Zhou turned around and immediately felt pleasing with a pleasing meaning that could not be expressed in words on his face, and he said with a smile: "Liao...uh, you are here." He felt that calling Mr. Liao was too unfamiliar, and calling Xiao Liao was not afraid, so he called Abing. Their relationship was not so good yet, so he had to vaguely pass.

Cui Yang and Zhu Xiang ignored the directors and came to ask about their well-being. Their face seemed to be a hundred times more close to their biological parents, and they were more determined to win over Li Zhou's idea, who would let them be father-in-law? Why don't you give birth to a daughter sooner?

"Mr. Cui, this is the son-in-law Mr. Liao Xuebing."

"Hello, Mr. Liao, I am Cui Yang from the lower-level meeting. I am currently working in the city hall and specialize in business affairs." Cui Yang hurriedly shook hands with him. Cui Zheng was confused. The old man didn't have to be so respectful to Teacher Liao, right?

Before Liao Xuebing could speak, Li Zhou interrupted again: "Mr. Liao and his little girl Li Xinghua are in love. They will hold a wedding after graduating from high school. They may have to get engaged in a while, and everyone will have to come and give them a face."

Cui Zheng was really shocked: "The teacher and the school beauties have an affair? They are still married? Mom, save your pitiful little heart."

Li Zhou didn't know that Liao Xuebing was a teacher at the school. He continued to ignore his dark face and talked loudly: "Mr. Liao is elegant and has outstanding character. He can be called a son-in-law of the dragon. I am completely relieved to hand over his daughter to him."

Zhu Xiang and Cui Yang all agreed, and they immediately flattered and flattered, and their smiling faces painted the same color.

Liao Xuebing and Li Xinghua stood together to set off each other. The man was tall and handsome and the woman was elegant and beautiful. He was indeed a talented man and beautiful woman, like a fairy couple, which was enviable to others. Moreover, Liao Xuebing did not object to each other, and Zhu Xiang felt that he was not as simple as looking for a lover.

"Teacher Su, Teacher Su, what's wrong with you?" Ren Tielin shouted, and saw Su Bingyun walking out of the door without saying a word, without looking back. The situation seemed very anxious. The door was so wide that his shoulder hit the door frame.

It made a clang.

"Oh, Teacher Su is usually very steady. I don't know how to do it today. Maybe there is an urgent matter, so let's not worry about him. Look at this picture, "The Prophet of the Duck Warm Spring River", Li Xinghua, let's talk to you about the original creative process." Ren Tielin secretly scolded Su Bingyun and moved the topic away easily. Liao Xuebing's resume said that he was a painter, repairman, and salesperson. How could He De be sought after by several big names? He was surprised and puzzled.

When Li Xinghua saw his father's smiling old face, he didn't know what it felt. He glared at Lao Liao intentionally or unintentionally and thought, "Can't you tell me that you know so many people? No wonder the old man tried every means to marry you, and even Linggui Technology ignored it."

I was thinking complicated and went forward and said, "This oil painting was created in Bibo Lake in April. The scenery there is beautiful. I specially cut out a corner and used it as material. I painted it for two days at that time."

Zhu Xiang nodded and praised: "This painting is good, but it is still a bit far from the award-winning "Seasons Falling With the Wind". Mr. Liao and Ling Qianjin's husband and wife followed each other, worked together, created together, and tried their best to finally draw this classic work."

As long as students and teachers are in love, as long as they do not violate the school regulations, the board of directors usually ignores them. Seeing that Lao Liao is powerful, Ren Tielin could only agree and smiled and said, "Vice President Zhu has a good eye."

Cui Zheng thought again: "I was the first school beauty in the school without hesitation. Teacher Liao is definitely not a human being. Yes, I can guess that Li Xinghua must have been forced. Her eyes were so pitiful, she seemed so helpless..."

Lao Liao suddenly felt that his back was stabbed by tens of thousands of needles. When he looked back, the temperature of the art museum suddenly increased. Li Yuzhong and He Xin stared at him in anger. - Li Xinghua's personal art exhibition, if even these two most loyal fans were not coming, then the school beauty would have no admirers.

After walking around the art gallery, the audience was flattering. At the beginning, they were a little complacent, but then they felt bored. For his sake, those people said that Li Xinghua's paintings were rare in heaven and in the world, which were comparable to Van Gogh, looking down on Da Vinci, and his words were disgusting and disgusting, which was really annoying.

"You continue to visit my fiancée's paintings. I have something to do, so I will say goodbye first." Liao Xuebing finally couldn't bear it anymore and wanted to slip away.

Everyone wanted to keep him. After all, if you could stay with the big guy for a few more minutes, the brightness on your face would be several times more. But seeing Lao Liao's face was unhesitant and seemed to be in a bad mood, no one wanted to make him feel bad.

Li Zhou pushed his daughter and said, "The son-in-law is leaving, why don't you go and spend more time with him?"

Li Xinghua really wanted to throw the old man into the oil pan and fry it. Helplessly, he followed Lao Liao and felt everyone's eyes burning, and he was admiring: "Son-in-law, look at him walking calmly, neither fast nor slow, his leader's temperament is natural, and even the daughter has great potential." Li Xinghua thought to himself: "Liu Xuebing's shoulders are pulled and pulled, which is similar to a second-rate man. What kind of leader's temperament do he have?"

He Xin wanted to rush up to argue with Teacher Liao several times. He was afraid of abrupt beauty, so he didn't dare to do so. He could only swallow his cowardly: "Damn Teacher Liao, one day he will make you look good."

Li Xinghua remembered that he had some private words to say, and walked out of the entrance of the art museum and said, "Can we find a secluded place to talk? When will we return my things to me?"

"I'm lying to come here to give your father a face, and I'm going to settle the score with you."

When I arrived at the grove behind the campus, a slender and beautiful girl stood under the maple tree with leaves. It was the beautiful teacher Su Bingyun, alone, Mo Yongtai, who was following the worm. He looked dark and his eyes were swollen. It seemed that he had just cried not long ago, and was in a state of dismay when he was facing the dead bark of the maple tree.

Liao Xuebing pulled Li Xinghua up and turned around and left, saying, "Someone is thinking about it here, so we should not disturb others' places, so let's change the place."

Li Xinghua and Su Bingyun had a good relationship and said, "Teacher Su seems to be unhappy. Alas, I heard that Teacher Mo is chasing her, and the two may have had a quarrel. It's so pitiful."

The sound was not too loud, and Su Bingyun could hear it. She turned her face and swept away the hair scattered on her forehead, and smiled and said, "Sir Xinghua, you have successfully opened a personal art exhibition and have not had time to congratulate you yet."
Chapter completed!