Zheng Junguang pushed the door open and saw Lu Xiaozhan standing by the door. He didn't offer any help but just looked diagonally across the way. He asked curiously: "Boss, what are you looking at? There is only one person in the opposite compartment, including the person who is on the phone outside.
Three men, you shouldn't be interested."
Lu Xiaozhan spat: "Ah! Are you interested in them? I know the Japanese guy on the phone."
Zheng Junguang said: "I just know him. Are you going to play with him?"
A wicked smile appeared on Lu Xiaozhan's lips: "It's not about playing together, but I have to think about how to play with him."
Zheng Junguang was startled and moved back a few steps calmly: "Boss, you...are you still interested in him?"
Lu Xiaozhan patted his mouth lightly: "I mean to do it... to do it... Anyway, I have to play with him!" He stroked his chin thoughtfully.
Ding Feng asked: "Who is worthy of your interest in playing tricks on him? Let me see him."
Lu Xiaozhan smiled and said: "You have also seen it, the Japanese Maria Ozawa during the Master Chef Competition...ah, that's wrong, it's Maria Ozawa. That little Japan's mouth was dirty to me.
She always stares at Sharapova's breasts with lust..." In order to seduce Ding Feng and Zheng Junguang to join the revenge team, Lu Xiaozhan resolutely dragged Sharapova into the water, and also smeared her
Got a handful of Mali Ozawa.
As soon as he said this, Ding Feng stood up with a roar and said angrily: "What the hell! You little Zema Limeiya, I didn't even take a look at it, but you took a look first. I can't bear this grudge."
Retribution for being an ungentleman!"
Zheng Junguang didn't have much hatred for Ozawa Mali, but he couldn't help but feel a little angry when he heard that he had a bad mouth towards Lu Xiaozhan. He put down the drinks and snacks in his hands and asked: "Boss, how are you going to play with him?"
Lu Xiaozhan thought for a moment, put his arm around Zheng Junguang's shoulder, took out a small bottle of something unknown from his pocket and put it into his hand, and whispered a few instructions. Zheng Junguang listened carefully at first, and sometimes laughed out loud.
, but as time went on, his expression became more and more embarrassing, and finally he couldn't help but said: "Boss, is this... too cruel?"
Ding Feng said anxiously: "Hey, don't just bite your ears, let me hear any good plans."
Lu Xiaozhan patted Zheng Junguang on the shoulder and encouraged: "Go! I'll make you feel good today."
Zheng Junguang said with a sad face: "But...but I don't like this tone."
Ding Feng shouted: "I want to listen too!"
Lu Xiaozhan had no choice but to pull Ding Feng over, whispered to him, and finally poked Ding Feng: "Hey, don't just laugh, hurry up and get to work."
Ding Feng stood at attention: "I promise to complete the task!" He looked diagonally across the way and said, "The little Japanese is still on the phone at the door. I'll go right away. Wait for me for a minute."
Zheng Junguang ran to the coffee table, picked up a bottle of pure water, and smiled at Sharapova and Wang Lu: "I'm sorry, can you move some space for me? I'm going to set up a stall and start work." Sharapova and Wang Lu
Lu didn't know what he was up to. She scratched her head and looked at each other before following his instructions and clearing a space on the coffee table.
With a "pop" sound, Zheng Junguang opened a small black leather bag he was carrying, revealing a square black lacquer box. After opening the lid, there was a mirror, and the other side was a mirror of various colors.
It looked like a pressed powder. Zheng Junguang closed his eyes and meditated for a while. Suddenly he opened his eyes and picked up a small silver spoon from the side of the box. He quickly scooped up several colors and poured them into a small palette on the side.
Pour a few drops of water on the ground and mix evenly.
This was the first time Lu Xiaozhan watched Zheng Junguang put on makeup...or should be said to be disguised. He watched his every move with great curiosity. Zheng Junguang took out a wet tissue and wiped his face gently, and applied some on his fingertips.
I carefully applied the mixed color on my face in front of the mirror, adding a little bit here and there from time to time.
Ding Feng suddenly opened the door and stepped in. He smiled, raised a wallet in his hand, and pulled out a room card key: "Done! That little devil didn't even realize that I was taking it out... I'll screw you!"
Before he finished speaking, he suddenly screamed and threw himself in front of Zheng Junguang, grabbing his hair and playing with his head, "You...are you Brother Guang or Maria Ozawa?"
Zheng Junguang knocked off Ding Feng's hand angrily: "Nonsense, of course it's me. Didn't you see that I was wearing long pants today and that little devil was wearing a pair of colorful pants... I said you're fine.
What are you doing with my hair? Are you jealous because I have more hair than you?"
"Aren't I afraid of embarrassing your face..." Ding Feng let go of his hand and smiled, then realized and shouted, "Hey, why are you following Xiao Zhan's example and using my hair to make a fuss? How unkind!
"
Lu Xiaozhan sneered and said, "The unkind ones are still to come. Ding, please take off your pants, please." He pointed at the large colorful pants that Ding Feng was wearing, which were similar to the ones worn by Ozawa Marley.
Ding Feng was stunned: "Take off...take off your pants? Then what should I wear?"
Lu Xiaozhan pointed to Zheng Junguang's trousers again: "Wear his, and you two can change."
Zheng Junguang laughed out loud: "Don't blame me, who told you to wear pants with Ozawa-san today? Take it off and change with you."
Ding Feng said depressedly: "What's your waist size?"
Zheng Junguang: "One foot nine and a half inches."
Ding Feng said frantically: "I'll pinch my balls. I have a 2-foot-7 waist. How can I change it?"
Until the end, Ding Feng failed to resist. He had no choice but to wear Zheng Junguang's tight pants, which could not be buttoned. He sat on the sofa and barely covered the red panties around his waist with the hem of his T-shirt.
After changing his pants, Zheng Junguang smoothed his hair and stood up, coughed: "Ah..." and spoke in fluent Japanese. Sharapova was already stunned, while Wang Lu stared.
With big round eyes, he murmured in disbelief: "Oh my god, is there really a disguise art in this world?" Suddenly he grabbed Zheng Junguang and shouted, "Master, master, I want to learn it too! I want to worship you too.
Be a teacher!"
Lu Xiaozhan knocked off Wang Lu's hand: "Hey, Bajie, stop it! Let Brother Guang go do business quickly. Besides, how can you worship a black bear spirit after you have become a disciple of Tang Monk?
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Zheng Junguang said unhappily: "Hey, boss, what do you mean?"
Lu Xiaozhan quickly apologized and smiled: "I'm sorry, I'm just using an analogy... Well, you go do your business first, we'll hold it for you here." After saying that, he took the wallet room card in Ding Feng's hand and looked at it.
He glanced at Zheng Junguang and said, "Huahai Hotel? It's right next door, not far away. Go there."
Zheng Junguang pouted and muttered, packed up and walked out. Lu Xiaozhan grabbed him and said, "You're just going to go out like this? Why don't you get caught? Let me take a look first before talking." He said through the door.
Looking out the small window, he saw that Mali Ozawa had finished the phone call and returned to the box. He nodded and said, "You can go out now."
After Zheng Junguang, dressed as Mari Ozawa, walked out with his head held high, Sharapova and Wang Lu couldn't wait to ask: "What did you ask Zheng Junguang to do?"
Lu Xiaozhan chuckled: "I asked him to find women, and many women."
Sharapova wondered: "What are you looking for a woman for?"
Lu Xiaozhan's smile faded and he said seriously: "Brother Guang wants to **!"