"What are you talking to yourself?" He reached out and pushed away her hair that had slid down from her head and softened her head.
"Huo!" She jumped up. This person was a ghost, and suddenly appeared?
"You...you...how are you here?" She shouted exaggeratedly and took a big step back. It's dead, it's dead, it's dead, it's the contents in the newspaper. OK, she took a piece of stockings. Just make a decision by yourself, be honest and lenient, and resist strictness.
"Tomorrow the president of Miyamoto Co., Ltd. will stay in Xiamen for a short period of time. I will prepare for it tomorrow. We will pick it up." He sank his body into the sofa and rubbed her forehead one step away.
"Miyomoto!" She rolled her eyes in disgust. The annoying guy, she remembered him, the shameless Japanese, who pursued Yan Han when X was overhauling Chinese. After being rejected, she turned her target to her. She grew a coffin. I thought I was so handsome, as if all Chinese women should bow under his pants. I didn't look at what I looked like, and I held my head up all day long and looked like Sichun's rooster, which made her hate her. The plot deepened a little more. He thought that Chinese women would fall in love with him, which made the shit so hard? Naturally, she did not have the hobby of discriminating against Japan. There were good and bad things in the swarm, but this kind of person, hum! [
"Do you know him?" He looked up at her, very happy to listen to the following. Miyamoto rarely came to China, and the two of them were only because he went to Japan to negotiate with the government a few years ago, but he had no good feelings for Miyamoto. I looked at the Chinese all day long, as if the Chinese were so different.