As if after waiting for a century, the sound of the lattice door opening finally came from the women's bathroom. Qingwu seemed to have been saved. She jumped up like a mantis, escaped from the restraints of Hirano Yamaji without leaving a trace, and was about to go inside.
, "Hirano-kun, then, I'll excuse you for a moment."
Unexpectedly, although Hirano Yamaji was wearing a pair of glasses, his movements were nimble enough. Seeing that Qingwu was about to leave him, he quickly grabbed the bag in Qingwu's arm that was dangling in the air.
Qingwu was pulled and unable to move forward. She was extremely surprised. She turned around and looked warily at the man who had changed his expression and strode towards her. The strong and pungent smell of wine rushed towards her.
"Mr. Hirano, I have three urgent needs. Why are you holding me back?"
She tried her best to stay calm, but her trembling voice still revealed her deep fear.
At this time, the woman who came out of the cubicle walked past them, raised her eyes and looked quickly, her eyes were familiar, as if such ambiguous scenes of tugging and tugging were happening every moment, she did not become suspicious, but instead
As if they were afraid of disturbing the two men and women, they quickened their pace and left in a hurry.
Qingwu watched helplessly as the only strange witness left.
Seeing her panicked eyes, Hirano Yamaji followed the woman in the direction she was leaving, looking so helplessly. Rika's expression was as clear and fragile as the rain, and the white light made her little face even sharper, and
The jade-smooth skin that could be broken by a blow was swaying in front of his eyes, and he could kiss it as soon as he leaned forward.
To be honest, he could hardly bear it anymore. Her snake-like and petite body was like an orchid in a deep valley. She was not overly charming. She had the lovely traditional reserve and purity of Japanese women, but sometimes she had that little face.
The expression shown on her face is intellectual and sweet, and has a certain mature charm that is unique to her age. This woman is in various shapes, and every kind of beauty is enough to kill any man!
Especially the height difference in the cheongsam she wore added a lot to her appearance. Because of drinking, her belly was a little plump and slightly bulging. I once heard someone say that women who wear cheongsam too much are very strict on their figure.
Thinness is not acceptable, the figure must be exquisite and graceful, and the proportions must be strictly coordinated. A little belly supporting the lower part of the cheongsam is a fatal temptation. It looks so cute, sexy and sultry.
Now, after finally waiting for the opportunity for the two of them to be alone, Hirano Yamaji had no intention of letting go of the woman in front of him who had timid eyes but pretended to be calm.
"Hirano-kun?"
Qingwu lost her patience and tugged on her wrist with great force, but she still couldn't pull the bag out of Pingye's vicissitudes of hand.
She was anxious.
"Hirano-kun, I'm really worried. I feel uncomfortable in my stomach."
She spoke righteously and gave appropriate reasons. However, the old man in front of her seemed to be poisoned. His eyes were shining brightly and he refused to let go. He even smiled covetously at her. He was totally the same.
The tail reveals a disgusting look.
"Duan Sang, you've been waiting for so long, why don't you stay with me anymore?"
"Hirano-sanji, please respect yourself! Don't think that just because I call you Hirano-kun means that the women in the private room have the same thoughts for you! I am a legitimate translator, and I am only responsible for your damn ugly Fukuoka dialect!
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"Extremely unpleasant?" Hirano raised his eyebrows, his calculating eyes glowing with danger. The Japanese have a common problem. They are always too concerned about other people's disparagement of their country.
Hirano Yamaji showed a fierce look on his face and approached Qingwu, but he still smiled like a tiger, "The kitten showed its sharp claws. It has been hard to endure it for so long, isn't it?"
"Yes! To be honest, I don't like people like you!" Qing Wu broke the jar, and because of the alcohol, or maybe she was too scared, she didn't know what fear was.
"But I have a soft spot for you, Duan Sang, you'd better return to your previous gentle and pleasant appearance. After all, as long as I say something wrong in front of the person in charge of you, you have worked hard all night
The job will probably be gone. You must know that the service industry itself is difficult. If you cannot learn to be diplomatic and patient, and cannot learn to give up certain principles appropriately, you will not be able to climb up. A fairy-like woman like you
, why don’t you learn to be smarter and follow me, not to mention the second half of your life, even the next life, you will enjoy endless glory and wealth..."
Qingwu felt that her ears were dirty. She was about to retort when a huge and sinister figure suddenly appeared beside her. The cold air rushed straight towards her. She was so cold that she could not speak smoothly for a moment.
She noticed something unusual, but she still couldn't move as fast as Ling Yansen.
When Qingwu raised her eyes and looked over, Ling Yansen had already strode towards him and Hirano Yamaji, who was almost clinging to her.
On that handsome and cold profile like a god, only the cold weather and the freezing cold were left. However, his expression was specious, with the corners of his pursed lips curled up, a whirlpool of cold cynicism, like a sudden flash of a torch.
The complex gaze, as if falling into a deep well, was cast with such disgust in the center of Qingwu's forehead, like countless rockets, aiming at her unintentionally and piercing countless holes.
In the unsustainable freshness, at the last second, Qingwu thought almost sadly, how long had he been watching the excitement like this casually and leisurely?
When Hirano Sanji saw the thick wet-like mist in Qingwu's eyes, he felt a strong chill coming from behind him, and the narrow and angry black shadows quickly rushed towards Qingwu's pale face, layer by layer.
Covering her delicate body.
"Who! Walking without looking at the road..." Hirano Yamaci frowned, unhappy that someone was disturbing his good deeds. He turned around impatiently and saw a man who was more than a head taller than him and had a treacherous expression like the underworld.
The handsome man suddenly swallowed the last part of his complaint alive at the top of his throat.
This is an extremely terrifying man, with a ferocious and terrifying expression, as if he could eat himself in one bite.
Hirano intuitively understood that this man was coming for him. His hostility was written on his face without any concealment. His eyes were provocative and unbridled. His clothes were high-end and his temperament was sinister and noble. However, his exquisite facial features showed that he was still very young.
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Even though her heart was at a loss and she had mixed feelings, Qingwu still supported Hirano Sanji and looked back. She quickly pulled hard and the bag came out, but the strap also broke and fell to the ground.
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Just as she was about to pick it up, Hirano Yamaci was one step ahead of her. He clutched the bag unhappily and had no intention of returning it to Qingwu, "Duan Sang, what are you doing?"
"I told you, I'm in a hurry to go to the bathroom!"
"Didn't I ask you to wait? As someone in your service industry, do you only have this little patience?"
"I am a translator, not..."
"Borrowed it!" Suddenly, Ling Yansen intervened between the two of them arrogantly and abruptly. Under the projection of the light, his tall and tall figure brushed past the bald head of the short and insignificant Hirano Yamaji.
Hirano Yamaji turned around, glanced at the murderous man behind him, raised his hand impatiently, and pointed to the spacious corridor, "Sir, the main road is over there."
Ling Yansen ignored Hirano Yamaji at all, his eyes as dark and cold as a dark prison were locked tightly on the pale Qingwu, and his low voice was like a magic barrier, making all the self-esteem cells in Qingwu's body tremble.
"Excuse me!"
That low and wanton sound was just like a pre-recorded death call, a mechanical noise.
"What's the matter with you? You don't want to take the main road and you have to squeeze in with us? What do you want to do? Do you know who I am?"