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Meng Yu was a little flustered and avoided his gaze, "How do I know...I haven't done anything like that with him..."

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"I just asked casually, I'm sorry if anything offends you."

"No (guanguan) department." Meng Yu's face was a little hot.

The two stopped talking. Chu Xiujin put the chair down and rested. Meng Yu looked at the man lying next to him. She felt baffled when she thought of him just now. How could he ask such private questions?

The hotel was booked by Chu Xiujin early in the morning. He was very thoughtful. He booked a suite with two rooms. The location of the hotel is in Agon Weng. The buildings here still maintain the style of the Middle Ages. The exterior looks ancient and mysterious, but the interior design is very modern. Retro and modern collide with each other to form a unique beauty.

The two rested in the hotel for a day. The next day they took the cable car to Lavender Town. They were accompanied by a local tour guide who also took a part-time job to take pictures for the two of them. Meng Yu speaks French, so communicating with him is not a problem.

It's just that Meng Yu and Chu Xiujin always seem to be very distant when taking pictures. The tour guide knew that the two were husband and wife, so they asked them to get closer, but the two are probably not used to showing intimacy in front of outsiders, so the closest distance is The two arms are close together. Meng Yu looked around at the couples who were playing here for a week, either holding hands or hugging (kissing wen). He and Chu Xiujin are probably the two most unlike couples here.

The two visited the Lavender Town and went to play outside the city wall. When they returned, it was already night. The hotel manager came over and invited them to the sky garden on the roof for a cocktail party.

Fortunately, Meng Yu was well prepared for this trip and brought a few sets of dresses. She had to admire her wit.

She chose a pink tulle dress with half-rolled hair and tied a headband to express the graceful beauty of Dongfeng female (sexual xing) as Linlin exquisite.

This hotel does not charge low fees, and it is not ordinary people who can afford to live, especially the luxurious suites that are too expensive. The hotel manager is also a good individual. Those who stay in luxury suites must check their identity. Whenever they encounter a lot of money, they will invite them to the reception on the grounds of relaxation. It is clearly a reception, but not for business.

The two were introduced to the reception by a master of ceremonies. Chu Xiujin swept around at the reception, and his eyes fell on a certain place, "Why is he here too?"

Meng Yu followed him and looked over. Several people over there were talking, "Who are you talking about?"

Chu Xiujin motioned to an Asian man inside, "That's Ryota Yamasuke. He is engaged in the manufacture of auto parts. There is a nut on the hub of a North Vietnam car. The precision requirements are relatively high. It cannot be produced in China. They are all from Japan. import."

"Is it imported from Yamasuke Ryota?"

"No, it's from another company, but that company is doing more and more rough now. I have always wanted to contact Yamasuke, but Yamasuke is not willing to cooperate with China (Z), he likes (强qiang) (Qiangqiang) The alliance and cooperation are all foreign brands of automobiles."

"Since meeting here is considered an opportunity, you can take the opportunity to talk to him."

Chu Xiujin said: "Look at the opportunity, if necessary, I hope you can help me translate."

Meng Yu said: "I am very happy to help."

The hotel manager saw Chu Xiujin and hurried over to say hello. He probably knew that both of them were engaged in the automobile industry. The hotel manager was very perceptive and guided Chu Xiujin and his wife to Ryota Sansuke and others.

Ryota Yamasuke seems to be in her fifties, and she is surrounded by a small girl who is very young. The hotel manager introduced Ryota Yamasuke to his wife.

In addition to Mr. and Mrs. Yamasuke Ryota, there is a couple who are French and work in the perfume industry. Everyone knew each other, so they talked about interesting things about playing here.

Meng Yu can speak French and Japanese, and it is easy to chat with these two wives.

Girls will eventually talk about clothes, shoes, bags and cosmetics, and then they will talk about each other in business. Meng Yu praised the French lady's perfume for good smell, and the French lady was very generous, so she took a small sample from her bag and gave it to her and the Japanese lady.

Then Meng Yu praised the Japanese wife's clothes as good-looking and delicate. The Japanese wife and the French wife praised her good skin. Meng Yu's skin is indeed very good, part of it is born and part of it is taken care of.

The Japanese wife asked her what loose powder she was using, but it was not at all floating powder. Meng Yu told her that she was using a domestic duck egg powder.

The Japanese wife was full of curiosity about the domestic products of China (Z). When she wanted to take a look, Meng Yu glanced at Chu Xiujin and asked with her eyes.

Meng Yu originally thought that Chu Xiujin would find the opportunity to talk to Ryota Yamasuke about cooperation, but he did not talk about business during the whole process. He talked about current politics, football, or golf, and it didn't match business at all.

The Japanese wife wanted to see her duck egg noodles, so she could only take her to the room, and then there would be no way to translate for him.

She didn't want Chu Xiujin but nodded at her, "Go."

Meng Yu brought the two wives to the room and gave them the duck egg powder she brought. They were pleasantly surprised when they tried it. The foundation is delicate and conformable, not floating powder at all, better than some international brand foundations. Used too much.

Meng Yu usually has the habit of hoarding goods, and she will get used to (sexual xing) with a few more sets of skin care products when she goes out. Seeing that these two wives like them, she each gave them one set, and the three of them saved their contact information. Well, when she returns to China, they will send it to them if necessary.

Later, Meng Yu left them to drink for a while. The three of them chatted for a while and the two wives left. Meng Yu called the waiter to clean the battlefield. The banquet might be over now, so she would not pass.

Meng Yu took a shower and came out. Chu Xiujin just opened the door and said to her as soon as he came in: "The cooperation with Shansuke has been negotiated. Thank you today."

"??" Meng Yu looked dazed, "Thank me for what I did, I didn't do anything."

"Originally, I talked to Shansuke about cooperation and he was still hesitating, but his wife probably took your things and felt embarrassed and helped me say a few words, and Shansuke agreed."

"..."

"So, thank you for this. You are my great hero."

Meng Yu didn't expect that chatting with these wives, drinking tea and then giving gifts is a unique way of discussing business. And because she had to let Wang Shuyuan since she was a child, she was taught by her mother not to be too glamorous, so she didn’t (gan gan) anything that could make people praise her since she was a child, but now she is inadvertently She helped Chu Xiujin a lot, and she was said to be a great hero by him.

Meng Yu felt embarrassed, "You are serious, but I actually didn't do anything."

"Anyway, this thing can be said to be because of you, thank you so much."

"..."

Meng Yu felt that Mr. Chu was too polite.

But she felt a sense of accomplishment. It turned out to be so good to help others, Meng Yu thought before (sleeping Shui).

The next day Meng Yu woke up early, and Chu Xiujin hadn't gotten up yet. She planned to go out for a stroll and come back for dinner. It was still early, and there were no people in the small town. I don’t know where the old ballads came from. The high-pitched female voices seemed to be singing, and the tone was a bit bleak.

There are dots of lights on the street, and the sky is blue and white, and it is about to dawn. It seems that today will be a good weather.

However, it started to rain not long after I walked out, and then it got bigger and bigger. Meng Yu went out without an umbrella. This small town was not big. At this time, she was about to leave the town. There was a park next to it. It was a ruin from the Middle Ages. After being repaired, it became a kind of ruin and decadence. Park.

There was a large sculpture in the park, and Meng Yu temporarily hid it under it to avoid the rain. She was about to call Chu Xiujin without his phone.

"where did you go?"

"I wanted to go out for a stroll, but I didn't expect it to rain."

"Send me the location, just stay there, I will pick you up."

After Meng Yu hung up the phone, he obediently posted his position using social software, and he came in a while. Coming from the rain with a black umbrella.

The **** umbrella covers half of his face. Under the umbrella, he is wearing a black (color) shirt and paired with black (color) trousers. He looks solemn and solemn on rainy days. The exquisiteness in every detail of the body dilutes this dignity. The rain and mist were hazy, his figure seemed to be stretched, especially his legs, the leg-to-body ratio was perfect, and the footsteps were clean and neat. She seemed to hear the crisp sound of his shoes on the stone slab. .

His figure walking in the rain curtain is as beautiful as an oil painting.

Gradually approaching, his face appeared before his eyes, a face more delicate than clothes. The surrounding rain was ticking, and the person in the painting suddenly walked in front of her.

"Not leaving yet?"

Meng Yu came back to her senses. He had already held her umbrella to her. She walked up to him and said, "Sorry, I didn't expect it to rain."

"No (guanguan) department."

He is still so graceful.

The town in the rain has become very quiet, and the bleak opera tone just now can't be heard. Meng Yu walked to him and gradually felt the pressure, probably because he was wearing black (color) today and was too solemn. This kind of pressure will make her subconsciously keep a distance from him until she finds that he almost covers her with the entire umbrella, while his other shoulder is completely wet by the rain.

"Don't patronize and give me an umbrella, your shoulders are wet."

"You can choose to be closer to me."

"..."

Meng Yu obediently moved a little toward him. She looked at his arm holding the umbrella. He was much taller than her. When he held up the umbrella, his elbow was just at her (chest xiong) mouth. It would not be so beautiful if he walked side by side. It might be better to hold his hand. a lot of.

Meng Yu thought that she hadn't done it anyway, so she pulled his arm around (sexually), and then (body shen) next to him, so that both of them could be covered by an umbrella.

However, it is really embarrassing to do this kind of intimacy. I used to hold his hand on very formal occasions, but now, on the quiet streets of foreign towns, they are the two of them.

But he didn't seem to care.

She hadn’t paid much attention to him before holding his hand. Now she realized that his arms were tight and seemed a bit thick. He looked very thin, but she didn’t expect to have such thick arms. No play (sexual xing).

Probably the sound of rain will calm people’s hearts, or a too quiet environment will freeze people’s thinking. She just thought about it, not knowing the nerves were wrong, and then she really subconsciously placed on his arm. Squeezed.

Huh... It turns out that it's really good!

However, Meng Yu finally realized what he had done.

This action seems so inexplicable, and no matter how you look at it, it is (暧ai) ambiguous, as if to... tease him.

She suddenly raised her head to look at him, and he happened to look at her too, with doubts in his eyes, obviously he didn't understand why she suddenly pinched him.

So... how can she explain her mentally retarded behavior in this case?

Probably the more anxious she became, the less she knew how to speak. After a while she looked at him and didn't know how to respond.

In a moment of loneliness, when he suddenly bends the corner of his mouth, his (thin bao) lips lightly opened, and the magnetic (sexual xing) voice asked her: "How does it feel?"

Meng Yu: "..."