Yoshida Xingna stared at her, hating such a person who is enthusiastic about no reason the most.
The girl was uncomfortable all over by her eyes, but she said kindly, "We have similar figures, and you should wear this skirt as well. Today the weather is getting colder. If you don't change the skirt, you will easily catch a cold.
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Yoshida Akana felt her ears buzzing with noise. She didn't want to use other people's things, but it was really even more uncomfortable to stick to her skirt.
"I haven't worn it." Seeing her hesitant, the girl said with a smile, a typical Japanese woman's gentle shape.
"How much is it?" Yoshida Akaina finally compromised and "sell it to me."
"...No, no money, you wear it first, and then pay it back to me." The girl suddenly thought of something and stuffed her skirt into Ainaka Yoshida, "I'll start work first, Ainaka, come on."
Suddenly there was a skirt in her hand. Yoshida Akana received help from others for the first time. She couldn't express this strange feeling...
What is her name? She searched for memories from her mind, but she never remembered people who had no intersection, so she thought about it for a long time but couldn't think of her name.
Putting the skirt on, as she said, Yoshida Akana did fit very well, but this fresh-looking skirt doesn't match her heavy makeup and hairstyle at all.
Looking at herself in the mirror, Yoshida Akana broke her hair and turned it into a simple hairstyle that deserves this skirt. As for the makeup... she looked at it, mending it out, and ignored it.
The person she is waiting for hasn't arrived yet, so there is no need to expose the truth in such a hurry, right?
But no matter how she looked at herself, she didn't feel like a Japanese woman. This strange feeling would surge out every time she looked in the mirror.
She asked Maruyama Yangta if her mother was Chinese, but Maruyama Yangta clearly said that she was purely Japanese.
But these eyebrows...well, she can only say that maybe she has become a 'rippled'.
In the club's VIP private room, several famous black second generations were talking about something there. The door of the private room was suddenly opened, and the people talking in the room suddenly stopped and looked out the door.
Someone first reacted, "Mr. Lin? You really appreciate your face." After that, he stood up and greeted him. You must know that every time such a gathering was organized, Dongfang Bolin would not attend...
Dongfang Bolin walked in, and the bodyguard standing at the door was about to search him. Dongfang Bolin's bodyguard Tianlong shouted, "What are you doing?"
The bodyguard just said in a business manner, "This is the rule, and everyone who entered the private room has searched."
Dongfang Bolin took the cigar and lit it up, looked at the private room, and then looked at the Nakagawa Jun who came to meet him, "So your gathering will have such a distance?" In fact, everyone has such a distance, but Dongfang
Bolin said the same thing.
Jun Nakagawa had his face on his face and said haha, "Don't mind, Mr. Lin."
"I mind very much." After saying that, Dongfang Bolin turned around and was about to leave...
"Mr. Lin." Jun Nakagawa called him, then stared at the bodyguard coldly, "Are you blind? Is Mr. Lin an ordinary person? You can kill you, a waste without weapons."