Murong Bingyu clearly didn't believe it: "Cutting vegetables can cut your shoulders, you can pull it too much. Last time you were filming on Xuanwu Road, you taught those gangsters a lesson. I knew you often fight with others. Humph, you can cheat anyone in the future, but you just don't lie to me, do you know?" He saw him wearing the shirt he gave him, and he couldn't help but be happy and smiled: "Is this dress suitable for you?"

"How can my good cousin not fit?" Liao Xuebing kissed the goddess's seductive cherry lips, and suddenly remembered that Su Bingyun and Mo Yongtai must be in the same room. The sadness came inexplicably. He couldn't help but waved away his messy thoughts and thought, "What does someone do with me?"

If Murong Bingyu's fans knew that he would even think of another woman when he kissed the goddess, he would be afraid that he would blow Lao Liao to pieces to pieces by himself by making a human bomb to relieve his anger.

Touching Murong Bingyu's perfect breast that made people feel lost, Lao Liao actually remembered Xiao Lanluo again: "Last time she licked the little girl through her clothes, she was not angry. Why not go back tomorrow and discuss with her and ask me to lick it a few more times..."

Murong Bingyu's eyes were as charming as silk, and her delicate body trembled under her cousin's strange hands, and she whispered: "You touched her so itchy..."

Lao Liao's palm slid and landed on her round buttocks, gently kneading. The schizophrenic guy was terrified and thought of Li Xinghua again: "Compared with Li Xinghua, my cousin's butt has its own merits, and they are all ecstasy things that cannot be missed."

The palm continued to go downwards, passing through the thighs, and remembered Ding Liujing.

Grasp her crystal clear, like a slim soles of her feet carved from crystal. I remember An Chunchun: "Beautiful, beauties, you must visit An's home another day for a home visit to comfort her foot injury. If you really want to make a comparison, An Chunchun's feet are the most perfect among everyone."

At this time, Lao Liao almost wanted to slap himself: "I'm fine with Bingyu, what do you want to do if you want others to do? You are such a lunatic!"

"We haven't seen you for a few days? After a week, the ancients said that not seeing you for a day is like three autumns. I haven't seen you for twenty-one years. I miss you so much."

Hearing Liao Xuebing's playful love words, Murong Bingyu's smile was extremely sweet. Her extremely pure face was filled with a soft light hitting her face, making her skin look even more crystal clear, like a holy fairy, making people unable to have any obscene thoughts in her heart, and they just want to prostrate her and worship her.

But others are others. Perverted Liao is perverted Liao, and cannot be compared with each other.

Despite having first experience, Murong Bingyu was still so nervous that she was straightened up, her skin flushed and she was shy and she didn't dare to open her eyes. She didn't have much mental preparation in the last time she was in the hot spring. This time she was different. She had been brewing for a week and went to the bookstore to buy books on knowledge to study. This room that made people feel most warm was booked seven days ago.

A faint fragrance of Lilihua and the sweet fragrance of red wine were wafting around. The old phonograph played the lingering cello music, and the black record was spinning happily under the singing needle. Pulling down the curtains to isolate the noise outside the window.

"Cousin, which part of my body do you like the most?" Murong Bingyu's voice shivered.

Lao Liao climbed up to her left breast: "It's probably this place."

"You are so lustful, you're so necrotic."

Lao Liao maintained his usual hypocritical attitude: "No. I am talking about your heart, it makes me lose myself."

"You are really a Chinese teacher, you can speak anything. I like your eyes the most." Murong Bingyu said: "Your eyes are always so lonely and stubborn, like a child who has been wronged, breaking my heart."

Lao Liao kissed the pink bud on her chest: "Your breasts are like an abyss that makes me sink."

"Bing, if you are not used to living in that manor, would you please go to my house? I heard that Mr. Lao from our company has already started to call Boss Mo to be the 'godfather'. He is a guy who specializes in bad things, so it's really not reassuring."

"When I settle down, we will be together, you don't need to worry."

Liao Xuebing's stability refers to his own mental condition. Because of his slight schizophrenia, he has been insomnia, forgetfulness, anxiety for a long time (if it wasn't for anxiety, how could he pretend to be so melancholy and charming?), irritable, and often cannot control his emotions normally. In this case, getting along with his lover for a long time has become a problem.

Originally, the stable work of the school had gradually restored his health for three consecutive months, but the recent Ullambane and the internal struggles of the Bei family were all first-class events, which were enough to make people exhausted. Therefore, Liao Xuebing's mental state returned to Piaotianwen. He felt that at least half a year of stable, relaxed, free and casual work, and gain spiritual sustenance in this job, in order to make himself achieve spiritual peace.

He has done a lot of work, including salesperson, salesman, painter, plasterer, repairman, porter, salesman, postman, waiter, and has also done fraud, extortion, robbery, and extortion. In comparison, teachers make themselves most comfortable.

Freehand painting.

When he is buried in writing lesson plans for every class, when he reads the files of every student, and when he writes the blackboard in class, the feeling of tranquility will always arise deep in his heart. Of course, as an important part of his teacher's career, those problem students are still very troublesome, but this is also the fun.

"Uh, I think I will be a teacher for another two years and I will travel around the world with you, go to the Yarlung Zangbo Grand Canyon, go to the Jiangnan water town, go to the Maldives, go to Hawaii, go to Switzerland to celebrate the White Christmas, go to Vienna to listen to the New Year's concert..."

Murong Bingyu's eyes burst into intoxicating light: "Cousin, do you want a son or a daughter?"

"I want it all. But I already have two daughters, so I'll have a son."

When Murong Bingyu took off his shirt and saw the bandage on his shoulder, he couldn't help asking: "Why are you injured again? I think you have been driving accidentally. Could it be that you were in a car accident?"

Liao Xuebing did not hide it and said seriously: "I have a student who is Bei Shixiang's daughter. Bei Shixiang inherited the position of patriarch after she was critically ill. Later, the uncles and uncles of several families had to compete for their family property, and the open and secret struggle was very fierce. You know, those things were very dirty in private. In order to protect the student, I was shot. Somehow, but it has not been better. I was too busy these days and didn't have time to deal with it."

Murong Bingyu suddenly burst into tears: "Why are you so careless? If you have a few things, I will not live alone. No, I

Under her insistence, neither of them was in the mood to continue to linger, but Lao Liao was unwilling to go to the hospital, so he had to put on his clothes and call the emergency doctor who was stationed in the hotel.

The doctor and assistant rushed over with a large medicine box and unbuttoned the bandage. The wound was red, swollen and ulcerated, and yellow pus flowed out. Not only did it not heal, but the injury became worse. It was expected that the equipment used by the fake military doctor who treated him at that time was not completely disinfected, causing the wound to be infected.

Girls hate this kind of thing the most, but Murong Bingyu stared at the wound and held his hand tightly and said, "Don't be afraid, I'm with you."

The doctor cleans and disinfects, cuts off the ulcerated area, sutures the wound, and then bandages it again. He solemnly confesses that he must change the medicine regularly and that he should not overuse his right hand, otherwise the injury will expand again.

No wonder I always feel like I can’t use my right hand during this period.

After everything was handled, Murong Bingyu took out a small handkerchief and carefully wiped the sweat from Lao Liao's forehead, saying, "I finally understand how the scars on your body came about."

"Haha, actually, I'm a bad guy. I fight and kill every day, but I don't do good things. Do you dare to marry me?"

"Marry! Of course, marry! I care that you are a good person and a bad person, so I'm not allowed to leave me behind anyway."

Lao Liao pulled down her pants and smiled lewdly: "Then I will be broken to the end." He cheered up and prepared to listen to the goddess's heavenly moans.

Murong Bingyu pushed Lao Liao's hand away: "No, you are so seriously injured and still want to do bad things, your body will not be able to bear it. Let me tell you the story?"

Lao Liao was just a joke. He had just bandaged his wound and was exhausted. He hugged Murong Bingyu and heard her tell some old fairy tales, and slowly fell asleep in that gentle voice.

...

The next day, the two went to Yintian Entertainment together to make the final soundtrack for the film.

At the entrance of the company building, a group of young men and women were surrounded by flowers and placards, waiting for their idol to appear. Of course, it was not only for Murong Bingyu, but also for other artists in the company, singers and movie stars, if they did not have a group of die-hard fans, they would be ashamed of the word "star".

They were all children aged fourteen to eighteen. They waved small flags and idol posters at the door, shouting wildly, and made all kinds of jaw-dropping behaviors, which made the adults passing by sigh: "The children today are really crazy."

Liao Xuebing said: "If my child looks like this in the future, he must be killed by killing him."

The security guard arranged by the company was very responsible and blocked the fans and movie fans at a certain distance. Murong Bingyu and Lao Liao came down side by side, and the group of children immediately made a call that was several times bigger than before. Lao Liao's real person and the photo were a little different, and they were far apart and were not recognized.

Under the escort of the security guard, he came to the recording studio.

Sun Bo and Wu Yang had been waiting for a long time when they received a call from Murong Bingyu. The tuner and the recording engineer were all ready, just waiting for the protagonist.

The transparent soundproof glass contains more than a dozen equipment, and two capacitor microphones are placed in the open space less than three square meters in the middle. The wires of various electrical appliances are tangled in a mess and even spread on the ground. Outside the soundproof glass are small tables for office receptions, CCTV and video player. The director is checking out the previous recordings that he was not satisfied with.
Chapter completed!