After three words, Qing Wu was stunned and couldn't help but cover her mouth in laughter. She really couldn't hold it back. This man was always good at hitting people suddenly and hard. He had such a stereotyped voice and cherished words like gold, but these three words made Hiranoyama
Tsuji's image is so apt, and the expression on Hirano Yamaji's face cannot be simply described as brilliant.
Sure enough, he was a man with a venomous tongue to the extreme.
"What did you say? How dare you say such a thing in front of me? Duan Sang, where is the person in charge of your hotel? Go and call them over. After staying in your resort for so long, no one dares to talk to me like this.
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Qingwu pursed her lips slightly, pretending to be serious, and answered honestly, "Hirano-kun, have you forgotten? The two executives of our club were drunk to death by you in the hump. With their current sobriety
I’m afraid I’m not in a suitable state to handle this matter.”
Hirano stared coldly, obviously a little angry at Qingwu's smooth refusal, "There are only two people in charge of such a big resort? Duan Sang, you are too perfunctory with me."
"Hirano-kun, I'm so sorry. I'm new here. In fact, I just came to work here a few days ago. Apart from the two people in the private room just now, the only person I know is Minister Liu."
Hirano interrupted her impatiently and wanted to argue with Ling Yansen, but the glint in his eyes also reminded him that just because of the difference in age, body and height, he would never be able to get enough of the tall, young man in front of him.
Cheap.
Ling Yansen was more trouble-free than him. He curled his lips slightly, like some kind of calm sarcasm, and then opened his thin lips lightly, "It turns out to be a nouveau riche-style Japanese dog. Why do I smell a smell of arrogance?"
! Called a nouveau riche, the conservative estimate of wealth in the newspaper is not worth the industrial profits created by a small and medium-sized department of Jiayu International in one quarter. Hirano Yamaji, get out of my sight as soon as possible, otherwise I will
This resort will be razed to the ground, and then your wine ponds and meat forests will be burned to the ground."
"You!" Hirano Yamaji was furious, but he had a sharp ear and naturally he would not ignore the man's words about Jiayu International. It is a world-famous corporate empire. Who can compete with Jiayu?
This man spoke so lightly. It was obvious that even if he was not the head of Jiayu International, he was still a high-ranking person within the company. When the two of them were compared, his own momentum was obviously weakened.
Although Qingwu didn't like Ling Yansen, she was grateful for his sudden trouble. She wished that the old guy Hirano would disappear from her face, so she came out to smooth things over and approached Hirano Yamaji without lowering her voice. She was not afraid that Ling Yansen would hear it and said, "
Hirano-kun, I really need to go to the bathroom. In this case, you calm down and we ignore him. You go back to the private room and wait. I will go back in a while, okay?"
Hirano Sanji was also a smart man. He quickly climbed down the stairs and pretended to roll his eyes at Ling Yansen, who had a casual look on his face. He smiled at Qing Wu and said, "Really?"
"Of course." Qingwu responded to this difficult old man as if she was vomiting blood.
Finally, the old guy looked at Qing Wu with a lingering look, turned around and left.
Qingwu let out a long sigh, as if she had just taken a real breath at this moment. She checked the bag and found that the strap was torn from the root and could not be repaired. It seemed that the bargain bought for two hundred yuan was not repaired.
use.
Sighing, he deliberately pretended to be indifferent and ignored the man with a strong presence and a black face next to him, and turned around to walk into the bathroom.
The thin arms were dragged by the cool and dry touch.
She couldn't move forward. The soft skin was embedded in the big palm. The contact between skin and skin caused an indescribable heat. Both of them knew that skin against skin represented a different kind between men and women.
The combination has a certain ambiguous color meaning.
Qingwu trembled and had goosebumps all over her body.
Ling Yansen's ink-like eyes carefully scanned every expression on her plain white face, moving downwards, passing over her delicate collarbone like animal fur, and then the midnight dreams always caused him to make noises from below.
The soft curves of her breasts finally fell heavily on her arms with sharp pores that he held tightly, like brocade, and it was impossible to touch her soft wrists like bones.
He admitted that no matter how angry he was before, at this moment, everything that filled his mind was replaced by thoughts.
For her, my thoughts are not belonging to her, and my imagination is wild. I sigh with dismay at the past that I can't say a thousand words about.
Ah Wu, what should I do? You are right in front of me. I don’t know if I am still breathing.
Qingwu felt as if she had been electrocuted, as if the place on her wrist where he was holding her was on fire. The smoke was thick but her nerve endings were dull, so that her brain was in a white mist.
But reason came first. She was so frightened that she jumped back suddenly. She frowned slightly, her beautiful and small nose wrinkled, and she glared fiercely at the man who was looking up at the sky with a look on his face.
Wary and indifferent.
"Mr. Ling, please respect yourself."
The places he touched were always burning, and she didn't dare to touch them, as if she could touch his strong masculinity with just a touch, making her feel ashamed.
Listening to her thin, high-pitched voice with an obvious tremor at the end, Ling Yansen's handsome face fell, and he raised his eyebrows, with a cold and sarcastic look in his narrow eyes, "Self-respect? Why did I feel that you and that old man just now
The immortal and unscrupulous guy has played all kinds of ambiguities in front of me! Self-respect? Duan Qingwu, you are worthy of saying these two words!"
His contemptuous tone made Qingwu's heart feel as if it had been hit hard. It felt heavy, suffocating, and breathless. Her little face that instantly turned white was holding back, showing a look of pain.
She raised her head and raised her chest, squinting at his mouth that deserved a beating, squinting her neck and not bothering to mess with him, "Mr. Ling, I borrowed it."
"As the Japanese dog said, the road is there." His eyes were as deep as a pool, without much warmth in them, and he just stared at her with puffed cheeks, looking like a ruffian.
"If you don't let me go, I won't be able to leave. I know, Ling Yansen, three years have passed and you should also learn to restrain your temper. Otherwise, if you don't let me go, it will be subtle and have a bad influence on him."
Ling Yansen was so angry that he spoke indiscriminately and retorted, "If Duoduo knew that he had a mother who had been in jail for three years and still worked in a land of sensuality with great fanfare after being released from prison, that would be the greatest insult to him! Duan Qingwu, you want to
It’s okay to find a job, and it’s okay to take back Duoduo, but you have to respect yourself and remember clearly that in the divorce agreement, the condition for you to support Duoduo is that he has enough money to support his daily life and a good living and learning environment! You have to accompany Duoduo around like this
, walking around among old men, nouveau riche and perverts every day, covered in filth, do you think you are qualified to get close to Duoduo like this? And raising him, you are simply dreaming!"