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Chapter two hundred and ninety first what to do

"You said he was the one who invited you here...?"

Chu Nan was stunned, then looked at the man at the front who was walking toward him, and couldn't help but smile, "Sister Milan, this guy looks pretty good, and he looks quite humble, why do you look down on him?

"

Milan glared at him and complained in a low voice, "How can you speak for others?

You didn't say you were going to be a shield for me, but you are not allowed to regret it temporarily.

In short...I, I don't have feelings for him, this is always a good reason, right?"

"Okay, okay, if you don't like it, what can I do?"

Chu Nan curled his lips and said, "Okay, let me be the villain. That's okay, right?"

"That's pretty much it."

Milan felt relieved slightly and said with a charming smile, "Good brother, help sister this time and make that guy give up. I will definitely reward you well when you get back."

When he heard the word reward, for some reason Chu Nan's first reaction was the erotic scene of Milan falling in the bathroom and looking naked after taking a bath that night, which made him swallow his saliva.

Damn, this kind of word is simply the most direct temptation! I’m afraid Milan really didn’t think about it that much. After saying that, he deliberately stepped back and leaned against Chu Nan, as if he was a little bird.

The leader, the man who was originally very happy, just came over and saw such a scene. His face suddenly changed, and he felt a little bad.

Originally, Chu Nan would be unhappy if the person he liked threw himself into the arms of another man, wouldn't he?

Milan's suitor's face gradually darkened. When he came closer, he looked at Chu Nan carefully and said warily, "Milan, this is..." "This is my boyfriend, Chu Nan."

Milan didn't know whether it was because he was used to it or something, but he actually lied to the point where his face was red and his heart didn't beat. His acting skills were getting more and more exaggerated, I admire him! Chu Nan sighed in his heart, and hurriedly answered with a smile, "Hello,

Milan mentioned you to me, sir, and I am honored to finally meet you in person.

My name is Chu Nan, from Qianhu City, and I hope you can give me some advice."

There was a trace of disappointment in the eyes of the pursuer, but he quickly recovered, shook hands with a humble attitude and bowed, "Hi! Hello Chu Nanjun, I am from the village of Yamamoto. You are all leaving. Are you rolling up your trousers?"

Death to your mother!"

What?

Everybody leave?

Want to take off your trousers?

Is your mother dead?

Chu Nan suddenly became a little nervous due to a series of confusing words, and turned to look at Milan.

"He said please give me some advice."

Milan translated in a low voice, "This Yamamoto is a native of Japan and the son of the chairman of the Yamamoto Consortium."

Chu Nan suddenly realized that he was telling you to leave, telling your mother to die, and taking off your pants to masturbate. This was what he meant. He was speechless.

"Sister Milan, you actually understand?

This Japanese Mandarin is really weird. The swear words are actually honorifics. No wonder you don’t have feelings for him anymore. I don’t want your mother to talk to you every day.”

"Puch..." Milan couldn't help laughing when Chu Nan whispered in his ear, and hurriedly covered her mouth and gave him a fierce look with a red face.

Unexpectedly, her charming appearance was so charming to Yamamoto Murakami that she couldn't help but stare at her.

"Don't be so talkative. It's not like you translate Japanese into Japanese. It's really bad!"

Milan rolled her eyes at him and whispered, "I used to be a university exchange student and went to Japan to study and live for two years. It's normal to know the language of this country."

"I see... But Sister Milan, I heard that people in Japan are very... Well, especially the affairs between men and women are rampant. How do you choose to be an exchange student in that kind of country?"

Chu Nan had a regretful expression on his face.

Milan was so shy and furious that she secretly stretched out her hand and pinched Chu Nan's waist with a cross spiral. The pain made Chu Nan's face turn green, and he almost screamed as he held on.

Yamamoto Murashita didn't hear the two whispering to each other. He thought the two were flirting, so his expression turned even darker.

"I really didn't expect that Miss Milan already has a sweetheart."

Yamamoto Murashita seemed a little disappointed, but he behaved politely. He sighed and said, "In your Chinese language, Chu Nanjun and your talented man, Mao, are a match made in heaven. This invitation is from me, Meng Lang."

Damn it, it’s all gone!”

"Mr. Yamamoto, don't say that. It's my honor to accept your invitation to attend this event. Thank you for giving me this opportunity."

Seeing Yamamoto Murashita's humble and polite attitude, he quickly gained Milan's favor and hurriedly thanked him.

Chu Nan looked at the mountain village and was quite impressed.

It can be seen that Yamamoto likes Milan very much, but when he sees that he is with Milan, he has no dissatisfaction at all. Instead, he is so polite and humble, and his quality is indeed relatively high.

If it were any other dandy from China, how could he be so easy to talk to?

It's pretty good if it doesn't cause a lot of fuss.

After a few more polite words, Milan and Yamamoto wisely left and pulled Chu Nan towards the other people at the reception.

Looking at Milan's graceful figure clinging to Chu Nan as she left happily, Yamamoto Murakami's originally modest and apologetic eyes gradually converged, replaced by a ruthless look hidden deep in the depths.

"Contact Springfield and the others, find some private detectives, and find out the details of this guy named Chu Nan! Let's see what kind of job he does!"

Yamamoto Murashita had a sullen face and secretly ordered the men beside him, "How dare you take the job of this man, a bastard, from the woman I like!"

The subordinates heard Yamamoto Murakami yelling in a low voice in Chinese and Japanese, and naturally knew that he was in jealousy and anger. After thinking about it, he immediately whispered, "Sir Yamamoto, otherwise... I will let you

Someone will go and deal with this guy right away and take Miss Milan to the hotel for you?"

"idiot!"

Yamamoto Murashita glared at his subordinates angrily, slapped them hard, and said in a low voice, "Have you forgotten our mission and mission this time?

Compared to that thing, what is a beautiful woman from China?

Milan, sooner or later, will be my plaything and cannot escape my grasp.

It’s important to do business, don’t make any mistakes! Are everyone...already here?"

The subordinate who was slapped immediately bowed and admitted his mistake, "Hey, I'm sorry Yamamoto-kun, my subordinate is stupid! Our people have been arranged in place and can take action at any time."

"Yuhe..." Yamamoto Murakami's eyes softened, and he patted his subordinates on the shoulders and said, "Remember, nothing is more important than making our Japanese country strong! We have been in China for so many years.

What must be kept in mind.

woman?

Haha, there are so many flower girls, you can play whatever you want!"

When his subordinates heard this, they showed an evil smile and bowed again to show their understanding.

"Let's go and meet those people from the capital city of Huaxia Kingdom and make good relations with them. Only then will it be of better help to our great cause."

Yamamotomura waved his hand and walked towards the crowd with a group of his men... After taking a sip of high-end champagne that was sweet yet sour, with an endless aftertaste, Chu Nan accompanied Milan to a remote seat at the lawn reception, looking at

Seeing the bustling scene in front of me, I couldn't help but sigh, "There are so many people here."

"There are so many people, but it's a pity that I don't know any of them."

Milan smiled self-deprecatingly and said, "I have almost no interaction with the upper class, so my mission here has finally been completed."

"Actually... I think that guy under the Murakami tree is pretty good. He's polite and a gentleman. He doesn't even get angry when the woman he likes is chased away by a man. Instead, he's so powerful that it's scary."

Chu Nan winked at Milan and said, "There aren't many Japanese people who are so grand, right?"

Milan glanced at him and couldn't help but laugh, "My name is Yamamoto Murashita, someone from under the Murakami tree, not serious.

Sigh... I hope he can be as good as he appears and is really a good person..." "What?

Are you still worried about him pestering you?

Didn’t he just apologize to you like a dead father?"

Chu Nan was a little puzzled and said, "He also wished us happiness and said that our talent and beauty are a match made in heaven!"

"Isn't it really a blessing to praise you a few times?"

Milan glared at him angrily, and said with a hint of shyness, "Who is the perfect match for your talent and beauty..." "Ahem, that's not what I said, it was the Japanese who said it!"

Chu Nan said, "What?

Isn’t this over yet?”


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