As he said that, he sat down on the chair so that the students would mistakenly think that he would care whether a chair looked good or not.

Is the teacher okay? Xie Wanying is not sure, and she just looked at Teacher Fu's cold eyes, which made her excited and immediately walked back to her position...

Seeing that she was sitting down when she came back, Chang Jiawei picked up the drinks sent by the waiter and put them in front of her, saying, "You, Teacher Fu, are a little at a loss because you have never come out to have a meal with a girl. Don't be nervous, he is not angry."

Teacher Fu never came out with the girl to have dinner. Xie Wanying felt like she had accidentally heard huge gossip news.

"I don't have it either." Chang Jiawei took the opportunity to clarify his love history, "I have never had a meal with the girl alone."

Didn't senior Chang either?

"If you don't believe it, you can ask you Teacher Fu if I lie." You know that those people like to talk nonsense, and Chang Jiawei exhaled heavily.

Fu Xinheng, who was sitting next to these two people, had a faint eyeball to capture the unusual moves of his classmate Chang tonight, which was thought-provoking. Suddenly, he opened his mouth and asked: "You said, how is the difference between the chair I sit on and the chair you sit on?"

When Xie Wanying received this sudden question from Teacher Fu, she was stunned. There must be no difference. The teacher also understood what was going on, so why did she ask again.

The question he asked was indeed not asked to her. She did not answer, and the other person hurriedly said to him: "What are you blaming her for? You said that even though you knew she was scared by you just now."

Why, I feel sorry for someone to be told? Fu Xinheng's eyes continued to squint at classmate Chang.

"Come on, order the food." Chang Jiawei ignored him and wanted to entertain the distinguished guests tonight, picked up the menu and put it in front of Xie.

"Teacher, please order it." Xie Wanying pushed the menu.

"If you want to click, just click." Fu Xinheng said.

Oh, this old classmate of robot finally woke up. Chang Jiawei slapped the table, was so happy that he shouted: "Tonight, Teacher Fu, treating him to--"

Why did I treat you? Although he didn't say he wouldn't treat you, this classmate Chang made an appointment, but he was talking to him one by one, saying that he was obviously treating him as something. Fu Xinheng's mind was as clear as a circuit board, and his eyes locked on classmate Chang.

When he received his lethal look, Chang Jiawei closed his smile and changed his mouth: "I'm joking, it's not your Teacher Fu treat, it's me treating you."

"Please be together." Fu Xinheng said, he didn't want a group of students to pass messages privately and he was stingy.

"What do teachers like to eat?" Since she was accepting the ordering task, Xie Wanying picked up a pen and prepared to outline it on the menu, asking the teachers about their preferences for food.

"We do whatever you like to eat, we are casual and not picky about food." Chang Jiawei answered her together on behalf of Fu Xinheng.

Looking to the left, Teacher Fu held a tea cup and was drinking tea without drinking drinks. Teacher Fu's favorite is always tea, and he shouldn't like to eat too greasy. Xie Wanying hooked beef on the menu instead of fat beef, but she had more lactating belly and yellow throat, and then some duck intestines, radish green vegetables and tofu brain.

The two teachers really don’t look at what she outlined. Anyway, the basic ingredients in the food restaurant are all good and there is no need to be picky about food.

Leave the ordered menu to the waiter.
Chapter completed!