i'm just a cook

Zheng Junguang pushed the door and entered and saw Lu Xiaozhan standing by the door. He didn't help but looked diagonally opposite, and said strangely: "Boss, what are you looking at? The person in the van is also the one who is calling outside." You should not be interested in the three men."

Lu Xiaozhan spat: "Ah bah! Are you interested in them? I know the Japanese on the phone."

Zheng Junguang said: "If you know him, you know him. Are you going to play with him?"

A wicked smile rose from the corner of Lu Xiaozhan's mouth: "It's not about playing together, but I have to figure out how to play with him."

Zheng Junguang was startled, and took a few steps back calmly: "Boss, you... are you still interested in him?"

Lu Xiaozhan patted himself on the mouth lightly: "I mean to make... make... Anyway, I have to play with him!" He rubbed his chin thoughtfully.

Ding Feng asked: "Who is worthy of your interest to play with him? Let me see and see."

Lu Xiaozhan said with a smile: "You have seen it too, it was the Japanese Maria Ozawa during the Master Chef Competition... Ah bah, I was wrong, it was Maria Ozawa. That little Japan's mouth was not clean when he babbled at me. He is always staring at Sharapova's mimi obsessively..." In order to seduce Ding Feng and Zheng Junguang to join the team of revenge, Lu Xiaozhan resolutely dragged Sharapova into the water, and slandered her by the way. A handful of Zemali.

As soon as he said this, Ding Feng stood up with a bang, and was furious: "Fuck me! You little Zemari, I didn't bother to take a look, but you looked at it first. This revenge is not worth it." Report that you are not a gentleman!"

Zheng Junguang didn't have much hatred for Ozawa Mali, but he heard that he was not clean with Lu Xiaozhan, so he couldn't help being a little angry, put down the drinks and snacks in his hand, and asked, "Boss, how do you plan to play him?"

Lu Xiaozhan thought for a while, took Zheng Junguang's shoulders, took out a small bottle of something from his pocket, stuffed it into his hand, and gave some instructions in a soft voice.Zheng Junguang listened seriously at first, and laughed out loud from time to time, but his expression became more and more embarrassing later on, and finally he couldn't help saying: "Boss, is this...too cruel?"

Ding Feng said anxiously: "Hey, don't bother to bite your ears, let me hear if you have any good plans."

Lu Xiaozhan patted Zheng Junguang on the shoulder and encouraged him: "Go! I'll give you a refreshment today."

Zheng Junguang said with a sad face: "But...but I don't like this tune."

Ding Feng shouted: "I want to listen too!"

Lu Xiaozhan pulled Ding Feng helplessly, whispered something, and finally poked Ding Feng: "Hey, don't just smile, hurry up and go to work."

Ding Feng snapped to attention: "I promise to complete the task!" He looked diagonally across, "The little Japan is still calling at the door, I'll go right away, wait for me for a minute."

Zheng Junguang ran to the tea table and picked up a bottle of purified water, smiled at Sharapova and Wang Lu: "I'm sorry, can you move me a space? I'm going to set up a stall and start work." Sharapova and Wang Lu Lu didn't know what the hell he was going to do, scratched her head and looked at each other, and then tidied up a space on the coffee table as she said.

With a "snap", Zheng Junguang opened a small black leather bag that he carried with him, revealing a boxy black lacquer box. After opening the lid, there is a mirror, and the other side is a mirror of various colors. Something that looks like a powder.Zheng Junguang closed his eyes and meditated for a while, then suddenly opened his eyes, picked up a small silver spoon beside the box, quickly scooped up several colors and poured them on a small palette beside him, and poured a few drops of water from time to time, Toss evenly.

It was the first time for Lu Xiaozhan to see Zheng Junguang put on makeup... It should be said that he was disguised, and he watched his every move with great curiosity.Zheng Junguang took out a wet paper towel and gently wiped his face. He wiped some adjusted color with his fingertips and carefully applied it on his face in front of the mirror. He also added a little here and there from time to time.

Ding Feng suddenly opened the door and came in, smiled and raised a wallet in his hand, and took out a room card key from it: "It's done! That little devil didn't realize that I was digging... Fuck me!" Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly screamed and threw himself in front of Zheng Junguang, grabbed his hair and played with his head, "You...are you Brother Guang or Malimo Ozawa?"

Zheng Junguang knocked Ding Feng's hand off angrily: "Nonsense, of course it's me. Didn't you see that I was wearing long trousers today and that little devil was wearing a pair of brightly colored underpants... I said you're fine." What is my hair doing? Seeing that my hair is more enviable than yours, are you jealous?"

"I'm afraid I'll spoil your face..." Ding Feng let go of his hands and gave a coy smile, then reacted and shouted, "Hey, why are you following Xiao Zhan's example of making a fuss about my hair? It's not kind! "

Lu Xiaozhan sneered: "The unkind ones are yet to come, Daxia Ding, please take off your trousers." He pointed to the big colorful underpants that Ding Feng was wearing that were similar in style to the one Marley Ozawa was wearing.

Ding Feng was taken aback: "Take off...Take off your pants? Then what should I wear?"

Lu Xiaozhan pointed to the pair of trousers on Zheng Junguang's body again: "You wear his, you two change."

Zheng Junguang laughed out loud: "Don't blame me, who told you to bump your pants with Ozawa-san today, take it off and change it with you."

Ding Feng said depressedly: "What's the size of your waist?"

Zheng Junguang: "One foot nine and a half inches."

Ding Feng said frantically: "Fuck me, my waist is two feet seven, how can I change it?"

Until the end, Ding Feng couldn't resist successfully, and he was helplessly wearing Zheng Junguang's tight pants, which couldn't be buttoned up, sitting on the sofa and barely covering the edge of the red underwear on his waist with the hem of his t-shirt.

After changing his trousers, Zheng Junguang stroked his hair and stood up, coughing: "Ah..." He spoke Japanese with a perfect accent.Sharapova was stunned, while Wang Lu stared at her big round eyes and muttered in disbelief: "My God, is there really a disguise technique in this world?" Suddenly she grabbed Zheng Junguang and called out. Said, "Master, Master, I want to learn too! I also want to worship you as my teacher!"

Lu Xiaozhan knocked off Wang Lu's hand: "Hey, Bajie, stop me! Tell Brother Guang to get to work quickly. Besides, how can you worship a black bear spirit after worshiping Tang Seng as your teacher? ?”

Zheng Junguang said unhappily: "Hey, what do you mean, boss?"

Lu Xiaozhan hurriedly smiled apologetically: "I'm sorry, I'm just making an analogy... Well, you hurry up and get down to business first, and we will drag you here." He took the wallet room card in Ding Feng's hand and looked at it. A glance was given to Zheng Junguang, "Huahai Hotel? It's not far from here, go."

Zheng Junguang pursed his lips, muttered to tidy up, and went out, but was grabbed by Lu Xiaozhan: "Are you planning to go out like this? Then why don't you get caught? Let me have a look first." He said through the door Looking out of the small window, he saw that Mari Ozawa had returned to the box after making the phone call, and nodded, "You can go out now."

After Zheng Junguang dressed as Ozawa Marley walked out with his head held high, Sharapova and Wang Lu couldn't wait to ask: "What did you ask Zheng Junguang to do?"

Lu Xiaozhan chuckled: "I asked him to find a woman, and he found a lot of women."

Sharapova wondered, "Why are you looking for a woman?"

Lu Xiaozhan withdrew his smile, and said seriously: "Brother Guang wants to fuck!"