Excellent beauty's personal security guard

Yang Tingting is very tired and excited. The three-day solo has achieved unprecedented success. She needs to thank Chiba Zhitian and those good friends who came all the way from Hong Kong and Taiwan to support her.

The banquet is located in Yurun Huixing's exquisite and elegant harmony hall. When she returns to the hotel, the housekeeping manager Jiangkou Meixue has cleaned up the rooms with people. Jiangkou Meixue personally greeted her outside the door. Behind her were several young and beautiful Japanese girls in kimonos. These people were all waiters under Jiangkou Meixue, gentle and beautiful. After waiting on the people to take off their shoes, they walked into the dining room covered with tatami. Liu Qian, Yang Tingting, Chiba, Hong Kong Star Gou Jiaming, Taiwan model Lin Xuanling, Chiba's friend Suzuki Jiro, as well as dozens of sound engineers and dancers sat down around five huge square tables. There were square holes under the tables, allowing people to rest their feet without bending their knees. It was quite comfortable.

As the planner and organizer of the concert, Liu Qian mediates and commands with determination. Yang Tingting smiled and greeted the guests warmly. Everyone had a pleasant conversation and a harmonious atmosphere.

When they were cold and noisy, several girls were not idle. They brought up white, snowy and hot towels to wipe their faces and hands for the guests. They were courteous and used all kinds of gentle means, but they did not hinder the guests from talking. Obviously, they were well-trained, and practice makes perfect. This business does not exist in Yurun Huixing hotel in other parts of the world, and only in Toyo can it be regarded as complying with the local rules.

"Let's have tea first and then drink. Everyone is working hard tonight..." Liu Qian greeted with a smile.

At this time, several beautiful women who cooked tea also arranged their utensils properly and began to cook tea. Their skilled skills are also rigid and eye-catching. It seems that they have also practiced the way of cooking tea, not excessive taro. However, all the people in this room are busy immersing themselves in the joy of success, but they have no time to comment, and no one can see how skilled these tea cooking girls are.

"Sister Liu is too polite. Everyone is alone. There's nothing hard or not." Hearing Liu Qian's polite words, Qian Ye quickly nodded and replied.

"You're welcome. You should be most grateful for such good results in this concert. Miss Zhitian, I really should thank you for your great care these days." Liu Qian said with a smile.

"It's said that girls can't wear underwear when they wear kimonos, but is it true?" On the other table, several lighting artists and sound engineers sat together. When they saw the beautiful woman leaning over to tidy up the tea set, her chest swayed and her collar showed a small white and moving pink neck, which aroused people's reverie, they couldn't help whispering and laughing.

"The answer is right next to you. You can check it yourself later!" Sitting next to the man was a sound engineer who had been to Toyo many times. As soon as he heard his peers ask, he couldn't help laughing and saying, "traditional kimonos have coats, Chinese clothes, small clothes, underwear, etc. at least there are five or six floors. What else can you wear inside? Moreover, if you wear Western brassieres and trousers in the kimono, it doesn't look like."

"It's troublesome to wear those things, and it's also troublesome to take them off. Now we pay attention to convenience and practicality. That set won't work." The speaker smiled and looked at the skirt of the girl beside him. He was puffed by a pair of proud protrusions in front of his chest. He smiled and whispered, "they are not allowed to wear anything inside. This is convenient and practical!"

"Hehe, isn't it? On the Internet two days ago, I saw a funny story about the origin of the oriental country and the origin of kimonos. " As he spoke, the man turned his head and looked at Yang Tingting and others sitting at the other table. When he saw that they wanted to talk happily over there, he didn't pay attention to his side at all. Then he smiled and said, "in those years, after Wu Song killed Ximen Qing, pan Jinlian, a woman, knew that great disaster was coming and hurried out to run for her life. She thought, Ximen Qing was the cause of all this. Ximen was unlucky and fled to the east gate. Finally, I found that there was no way, so I had to cross the sea and survive on an island. Soon the child in her belly was born. The child was short and short. She knew it was Wu Dalang's. what name could she give the child? His father's name is Dalang, so the child's name is taro. Don't you believe it? Some people in the East called taro, Ichiro, tuolang and Duolang, but never taro, because Wu taro was their ancestor. The figure of Oriental people is caused by Wu Dalang's genetic genes. "

Seeing that his companion didn't believe what he said, the man stared and said.

The sound engineer sitting with him smiled: "this kind of words is not suitable for speaking, you still..."

The man turned his mouth, looked at the kimono girl kneeling beside him, smiled, stretched out his hand, touched the cloth bag on her back, smiled and said, "you don't believe it, this is really reasonable. Pan Jinlian's mother and son lived on the island. The years grew. The woman couldn't help being lonely, so she began to think of her son. Finally, the mother and son became a good thing. People on the nearby fish boat criticized her. The woman scolded: "my son is himself every day, and he doesn't talk to others. Whatever you do, my son is my master..."

"So later, when everyone mentioned the family on the island, they said they were people. Later, more and more children were raised. Taro thought, why not set up a country and become an emperor? He said this to his wife, and Pan Jinlian strongly agreed. The establishment of a country requires a national flag. After thinking for a long time, mother and son can't think of anything to use as the national flag. Later, Pan Jinlian said, "your father sells cooking cakes. Just stick a cooking cake on the quilt." so the family had a national flag. In order for the old Wu family to have good luck, he specially wrote four big characters on the flag: "Wu Yun has a long time.". In order to rapidly increase the population, taro proposed a national policy that all men could have sex with any woman "whenever and wherever" to ensure the birth rate. In order to implement the king's national policy of "whenever and wherever" to do that, Oriental women felt it was inconvenient to wear clothes and trousers, so they simply went out with pillows and sheets on their backs, So as to ensure harmony at any time. Later, this kind of clothes was called kimono. "

"Damn it, you can really talk in vernacular. Haven't you seen someone else's Oriental girl around you? Do you think people's little faces are blushing? Hehe... Drink, drink... "Several wretched guys looked at the kimono girl kneeling beside them and laughed and took up the wine glass.

While drinking wine, Suzuki Jiro looked for a person's figure. That man was Yukio Jiangkou who begged him to let go of his brother taro Jiangkou last night. Now, Jiangkou Meixue kneels down next to the wine cabinet near the wall and is directing the waiter to serve food and wine to the guests.

"Please give me a glass of sake. These beers don't taste good enough." Suzuki Jiro straightened up and shouted to Jiangkou Meixue. Jiangkou Meixue's face suddenly turned a little pale. She looked at Suzuki Jiro and lowered her head slightly. A soft, trembling little hand quietly pulled down a paper bag from the table. Because the hem of kimono was very wide, no one could see that there was a paper bag in Jiangkou Meixue's hand. While doing all this, she did not forget to bow down and whispered, "OK, please wait a moment..."

Oriental people really know etiquette!!

"Elder martial brother, is it really convenient and practical?" On the other side of the table, I don't know what some obscene men said. Anyway, their voice is very low and very

"... yes, it's really convenient." The other man chuckled and looked down at the girl on the left. The little bird leaned close to him. His star eyes were half covered and he was tempting to bite his lips. He was angry. He was just well taught and didn't dare to be rude to the guests.

"Here comes your wine, sir..." Meixue Jiangkou personally brought a glass of sake to Suzuki Jiro, and then asked with a smile, "this is a very good wine. Who else would like to try it? Oh, I forgot. Miss Yang should protect her voice. Generally, she can't drink. I've prepared drinks for you... "

"It doesn't matter. Just have a drink. I'm happy today. I've heard that Oriental sake is very famous. I'll try it too." Yang Tingting said with a smile. Jiangkou Meixue quickly turned back and soon sent a glass of wine on a tray: "just have a drink. Although Miss Yang is happy today, she still needs to pay attention to protecting her voice, but she can't drink more."

As she spoke, she nodded slightly to Suzuki Jiro. Suzuki Jiro already understood. He smiled and raised his glass: "Miss Yang, congratulations on the success of your personal concert. I've done this one, you can..." he said, just like his neck, and drank all the whole glass of wine.

"This is not very good. You make it difficult for Miss Yang to do so?" Originally, Chiba Zhitian was a little jealous, but her accusation changed another meaning in Yang Tingting's ears. Now, even if she doesn't want to drink, she's embarrassed.

"I don't drink much. I'm happy today. I'll have a drink with Mr. Suzuki. Thank you for your blessing, thank you, Mr. Suzuki... "As she said, Yang Tingting drank a cup of sake.

She said she had a small amount of alcohol. In fact, she worked hard in the entertainment industry. Where can she really not drink? There's nothing wrong with a few drinks.

However, she didn't know. Seeing her drink a full glass of wine, Suzuki Jiro almost smiled from the bottom of his heart“ Chiba, you are also very hard. Today I want to give you a toast... "Suzuki Jiro said as he picked up the beer in front of Chiba and asked," don't you change a glass of sake? "

"No, it's very late. Let's... I have to go back to my residence..." Chiba weada doesn't know what the Suzuki Jiro is tonight, but he always thinks he's a little strange. Usually, he doesn't talk so much. Even in bed, he does more and says less.