The headmaster hinted that it was true that Lu Chen could feel that some people in the school board were bold enough to dare to attack another school board member. Although they might not dare to do anything to Lisa, the headmaster of the meeting and he would be short of a strong support or perhaps the only strong support in the whole month.

"Tonight, you have to decide your accompanying list before night, and Norma will arrange your itinerary."
Anger put away the tea set, which means it’s over by tea time.
"I haven’t seen my body rust for a long time. I hope there will be some big mice this time."
Liu Chen smiled and turned away.
Anger put away the tea set and looked out of the window and it was getting gloomy. In the morning, a pair of harsh golden pupils lit up and a folding knife appeared. His hands flew like butterflies, and his veins stood out and his hands were calm and powerful.
At this time, the flash of thunder lit up the old man’s face with faint anger, and the rain finally fell outside the window.
Some people don’t abide by the rules of the game, just like when two countries are at war, they usually don’t send people to stab the king and kill him, but they will be spurned by the kings.
Who will be the main messenger behind this matter?
……
Lu Chen will come to his office to continue to deal with the public when he returns to Lionheart.
Chuhang has gone out these days, which is also the reason why the headmaster didn’t let him rely on Brother Chu. Now he is left alone by the decision makers in Lionheart, and he is not good at fishing too much.
Lu Chen yawned. Irregular rain outside the window always makes people feel sleepy, especially when dealing with business.
A cup of brewed Maojian tea is placed at his desk by Mila, who knows that the president doesn’t like coffee and prefers tea in his hometown.
"Where is Milan La Lancelot?"
Liu Chen said thank you and asked
"Lancelot picked up the executive department in the afternoon and just left school."
Milanella replied that Lionheart will now Lu Chen has influenced many members to apply for the position of temporary Commissioner of the Executive Department, and so has Lancelot. He has always believed that the president should take the lead and set an example, and he can’t lag behind.
"I see."
Liu Chen picked up the teacup and prepared to drink straight. He paused and blew gently. He always remembered some instructions.
"What does the president want with Lancelot?"
Milanella wondered that it was the first time that she had heard Lu Chen go to Lancelot privately.
"Nothing is going to France to be a familiar guide."
Lu Chen shook his head. Now that Lancelot is out, forget it.
But Milanella listened to Lu Chen’s words, and her green eyes were as clear as jade. "President, you forget that I am French, too."
Lu Chen leng, this is his negligence. Milanella is indeed a native of France. According to brother finger, the other family is a world-famous consortium. Compared with Lancelot’s low-key aristocrat, Milanella may eat more.
But he ignored Mila for the first time. There was no other reason … because he felt embarrassed to go out with girls.
Ding-
What a coincidence. Unfortunately, at this time, his cell phone rang. It should be a message about painting pears.
"Gdzilla, the weather forecast says it will rain in Chicago today. Do you have an umbrella?"
Painting pears is really a careful girl.
"Don’t worry, I have an umbrella and I won’t get caught in the rain."
Lu Chen replied, however, this is a lie. He never watches the weather forecast, and he did forget to bring an umbrella today, but he didn’t want to worry about painting pears. Besides, there are umbrellas in Lionheart.
However, the words of painting pear clothes reminded him of a sentence in watching Miyazaki Hayao Lieying with Brother finger the other day.
It’s raining in my city, but I’m afraid to ask you if it’s raining in my city, because I’m afraid you say it’s raining, but I can’t take an umbrella.
Painting pear clothes obviously doesn’t think so much, and Lu Chen thinks this sentence is too literary. Isn’t it good to be straightforward sometimes?
If you don’t ask him, how can you know that there are people in another city far away who care about him?
"Is the president the girl you met on Sunday?"
Milanella’s eyes have passed away and lost, but the hexagrams still occupy the wind in their hearts and asked curiously.
"Well, just a daily greeting."
Lu Chen didn’t put away his mobile phone after returning the message, but called Norma’s declaration interface and looked up at Milan. "To be honest, this time it’s quite complicated and risky. Would you like to go?"
Milanella smiled and said, "Of course, it would be best if I could help you."
"Then I’ll trouble you. I really don’t know what to do when I go to France alone. Now go back and pack up. The world python will stop outside the campus."
Liu Chen some nai looked at Milan to pull the phone to send the information is to determine the personnel.
Although he and Painting Pear Clothes are not boyfriend and girlfriend as the headmaster said, I somehow feel that there is a kind of … um … finger’s brother said that he has a sense of morality.
Chapter one hundred and forty-four Proposal Plan
As night falls, the neon stars are reflected in the Loire River like a colorful light belt running through this ancient city.
A slight cold wind blew across the river, causing a silver shimmer, passing over the head of the Duke of Brittany, and sending the historical atmosphere into the streets of the city.
The light in the dark alley overseas is another scene. A shadow-like man struggles to survive and makes him squeeze his last strength. A pair of golden pupils are full of fear. When he kisses the ground, he confesses to his belief in God, but God can’t hear him and the abuser is indifferent.
With a sharp wind, the black man in his thirties was kicked out again, and his white teeth were scattered all over the ground, which made the stars stand out.
The expression of the dark-haired oriental youth: He wore a black trench coat and white gloves, and his hair was neatly combed. If he changed his environment, he would look like a social housekeeper.
He didn’t look at the tumble to target out his cell phone light mouth.
"Gru Monsieur Innes was imprisoned for the first time at the age of thirteen because of Qiang Jian. After he was released from prison, Marseille peddlers were arrested again at the age of twenty-one. Last year, he was released from prison and robbed and killed many times. This time, you ran for a long time because you gradually mastered the power. It is difficult for the police to arrest you."
The young man read every word and walked slowly to the end of the alley. Gru was graceful, but the black man looked like he was coming to take his life.
"You, you are not a policeman, why do you arrest me!"