Anna Yoshida stared at her, she hated people who were so enthusiastic for no reason.
The girl felt uncomfortable looking at her, but she still said in a friendly manner, "We are about the same figure, so this skirt should be suitable for you. The weather is getting colder today. If you don't change out of your skirt, you will catch a cold easily."
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Anna Yoshida only felt her ears buzzing from the noise. She didn't want to use other people's things, but it was indeed more uncomfortable now that the skirt was sticking to her body.
"I haven't worn it." Seeing her hesitation, the girl said with a smile, a typical gentle Japanese woman.
"How much?" Anna Yoshida finally compromised, "Sell it to me."
"...No, no money is needed. You can wear it first and pay me back later." The girl suddenly thought of something and stuffed the skirt into Anna Yoshida's sleeves. "I'm going to start work first, Anna, come on."
Suddenly there was a dress in her hand. Anna Yoshida accepted help from others for the first time. She couldn't express this weird feeling...
What was her name? She searched for memories in her mind, but she never remembered people she didn't know, so she couldn't think of her name after thinking for a long time.
Putting on the skirt, as she said, Anna Yoshida fit her perfectly, but the fresh-looking skirt did not match her heavy makeup and hairstyle at all.
Looking at herself in the mirror, Anna Yoshida scattered her hair and pulled it into a simple hairstyle that matched the dress. As for her makeup...she looked at it, touched it up, and didn't care.
The person she's waiting for hasn't come yet, so there's no need to reveal the truth in such a hurry, right?
It's just that no matter how she looks at herself, she doesn't feel like a Japanese woman at all. This weird feeling comes out every time she looks in the mirror.
She asked Maruyama Yota if her mother was Chinese, but Maruyama Yota clearly said that she was purely Japanese.
But her eyebrows... well, she could only say that maybe she was 'crooked'.
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In the VIP private room of the club, several well-known black men were talking there. The door of the private room was suddenly opened, and everyone who was talking in the room suddenly stopped talking and looked outside the door.
Someone was the first to react, "Master Lin? You really appreciate me." After saying that, he stood up and went to greet him. You must know that Dongfang Bolin would not participate in every such organizational gathering...
Dongfang Bolin walked in, and the bodyguard standing at the door was about to search him. Dongfang Bolin's bodyguard Tianlong yelled at him, "What are you doing?"
The bodyguard was just business-like and said, "This is a rule. Everyone who enters the private room will be searched."
Dongfang Bolin took the cigar and lit it, looked at the private room, and then at Jun Nakagawa who came up to greet him, "So your party has such rules?" In fact, everyone has such rules, but Dongfang
Bolin still said this.
Nakagawa Jun said with a smile on his face, "Master Lin, don't mind."
"I mind very much." After saying that, Dongfang Bolin turned around and left.
"Master Lin." Nakagawa Jun stopped him, and then glared at the bodyguard coldly, "Are you blind? Is Master Lin an ordinary person? Master Lin can kill a loser like you in seconds without using a weapon."