Today, Yu Tingchuan wore a navy blue suit and a beige pocket towel, which was well tailored. Especially when he leaned against the window sill, he showed a good figure and a long-legged shirt. Two buttons were opened at the neckline of the suit, and the Adam’s apple stood out, revealing a small piece of white shirt and straw hat at the sleeve. Instead of being abrupt, he had a leisurely gentleman’s demeanor.
Yu Tingchuan noticed that her eyes looked up. "Are you ready?"
"… hmm" Touching a man’s eyes Song Qingcheng has a kind of voyeurism. He was caught embarrassed and stuck to the edge of the bed. "Shall we go now?"
Say that finish the potential to go out.
Yu Tingchuan asked, "Don’t want the hat?"
Section 5
☆, Chapter 124 Mrs Fujita likes Miss Song (one more)
Wensong Qingcheng turned around.
It’s dusk now, but the mountain ultraviolet rays are still burning.
Look at him, wait for the brain of the whole Song Dynasty to turn back and get the hat.
Before she reached out to meet Yutingchuan, she buckled the straw hat on her head. The whole Song Dynasty felt that her hands were scratching the brim at the moment.
May be outside the meal to shout voice from time to time.
"Let’s go too."
The whole song dynasty took a few steps outside and turned to find that yutingchuan didn’t move. he was staring at himself. the man had serious facial features and smiled.
Inexplicably, Song Qingcheng’s ears were flushed and he was glad to cover the straw hat.
"What’s the matter?" She spoke calmly.
Yu Tingchuan’s smile seems to be more interesting. Song Qingcheng feels that his cheeks are starting to get hot, but he doesn’t know what is wrong. "What are you laughing at?"
Yu Tingchuan put his hands straight into his trouser pocket and slightly lifted the bar toward the door. "I’ll take a pack of cigarettes in the courtyard later."
….. Still didn’t answer her words.
It was not until the cool air came out of the wing that the whole Song Dynasty recovered from some subtle emotion. Suddenly, I felt that I had been teased by the end, but I couldn’t say what was going on. It was like a tiny worm being thumbed on the chopping block and couldn’t resist.
The cheek heat has not faded for a long time.
At dinner, Song Qingcheng sat at a table with those Japanese ladies again.
The atmosphere is more harmonious in the evening than at noon.
Men’s tables laugh from time to time, but they don’t speak Japanese. On one occasion, they just noticed that Yu Tingchuan looked at his side and the man’s face was smiling. It seemed that he talked to the Japanese about her. Song Qingcheng said that he didn’t know what to fool her about.
The so-called big boss will make money, and the biggest thing should be to fool people.
Some trance rice bowls have an extra piece of celery.
Song city looked up and saw the young Japanese lady across the street. She didn’t tell her the names and identities of these Japanese people, whether it was back to the Japanese restaurant or the mountain Yutingchuan. It seemed that she was really asked to make a vase for decoration. Some things were still private. She asked Xu Dong.
Just like this young lady just now Xu Dong told her that she was going back to a Japanese restaurant to sit as the wife of a middle-aged man.
And the middle-aged man named Teng is the president of a Japanese automobile group.
Mrs. Rattan put chopsticks and whispered a few words to the translator next to her, then smiled at the whole Song Dynasty.
Mrs. Fujita’s words were quickly conveyed. "Mrs. Yu said that Mrs. Yu looks like the doll that she received sd doll. She liked it very much. It was on the third anniversary of her marriage with Mr. Fujita that Mr. Fujita traveled all over Hokkaido to buy it."
This is the first time that Song Qingcheng has heard people praise himself like this.
Whether it’s polite or not, the other party said that at the very least, it showed a good impression on her. Song Qingcheng smiled shyly and saw that Mrs. Rattan ate a lot of bamboo shoots in that arhat Zhai. She also picked up a piece of lettuce with chopsticks. "This lettuce fried with fungus is also ok."
The translator turned to give the message to Mrs. Fujita.
When Mrs. Rattan looked over, her eyes were more friendly and she said something to the translator. The translator nodded and turned to Song Qingcheng. "Madam said that she really should eat less bamboo shoots because of her bad stomach, or she would feel uncomfortable going to bed late."
Song Qingcheng smiled, "There is no other meaning that the evening food tastes better than noon, but you can all try it. However, this Luohanzhai is indeed a Buddhist name, because Cantonese food is the most authentic in the temples in Guangdong."
Mrs. Fujita’s face suddenly looked, and then asked the translator to relay, "Madam said that you are really thoughtful. At noon, she said something to others. She had an operation due to stomach trouble, and you always remembered that she could not drink green tea and specially asked her assistant to make Pu ‘er tea."
After a pause in translation, Mrs. Fujita smiled and looked at the whole Song Dynasty. "You and Mr. Yu had a chance to come to Hokkaido in May, 2008. At that time, the cherry blossoms were beautiful, and Mrs. Fujita said that she would treat you well."
I heard the pear vortex looming on the cheek of Song Qingcheng, and asked the translator to convey his gratitude for himself. "I like cherry blossoms very much and I like the opportunity to go to Japan after the cookies from Sapporo Agricultural School in Hokkaido."
Mrs. rattan is more real when she listens to the smile.
This dinner, whether at the men’s table or the women’s table, was a bit of a talk, and it didn’t end until around nine o’clock.
The Japanese chose the east wing when they watched the sunrise, and they were not in the same courtyard as Song Qingcheng.
That’s why the mountain spent the night.
When leaving, Yu Tingchuan shook hands with Mr. Fujita and exchanged greetings. The two talked for a while. Mrs. Fujita handed a business card here in Song Qingcheng, and explained that "this is a lady’s couplet way. When you go to Japan, you will meet face to face."
Song city began to say it was a scene when the other party’s dinner table. Now he took the business card in front of so many people and couldn’t run to ask Yutingchuan to take a pen from his bag and write his own couplet with a booklet to try to pass the page.
Mrs. Fujita looked at the paper number and smiled and said, "Madam said that your handwriting is beautiful."
This led her to read the note, too.
Song Qingcheng is a shallow smile.
Watching the Japanese leave Hengyuan and a line of talents walk back.
Song city didn’t squeeze into Yutingchuan’s side to see him talking with a few men. She slowed down a little and fell behind. The temple was paved with cement, and street lamps were erected on both sides, which were unfamiliar with Hengyuan female employees, so there would be no forced interruption.
Lu Xu Dong suddenly looked back and walked to the end of Song Qingcheng. "Miss Song seems to have a good chat with Mrs. Rattan tonight. I sat at the table next to her and saw Mrs. Rattan laugh several times."
Yutingchuan came to talk to the vice president, and now he stopped and turned to look over.
Song city brimming with embarrassment blunt Xu Dong curved lip Angle.
The vice president said, "I think Fujita’s attitude has improved a lot tonight, and it’s not like the previous times. I just deliberately talked about the situation of China’s auto market, and I didn’t see him showing rejection or unhappiness. He also took the initiative to tell me two sentences about the sales of their flag car brands in Europe and America."
Someone answered, "If I had known that worshipping a bodhisattva would make them let go, I should have taken them to the mountain on the first day when I came to Nancheng."
The translator here at Hengyuan followed suit. "I just sat next to Miss Song. Mr. and Mrs. Fujita seem to like Miss Song very much, and praised Miss Song for being the same as she likes sd dolls."
The vice president looked at the whole song dynasty with a face of approval. "You said I looked like it."
This a seven people line of sight are coming.
Song Qingcheng was born with white skin, not short skeleton, petite and slim. The whole person looked in a very good proportion, but it didn’t give people a feeling of illness and weakness. She cut her bangs a little over her shoulders, and her black hair was a little fluffy and wavy, which made her face smaller. I don’t know if she was young or her skin was good, but she could hardly see her pores and her facial features became more delicate and three-dimensional
Men are all visual animals, and it is difficult to pay more attention to beautiful things.
A male employee accidentally bumped into a roadside lamppost.
"Hey, our big boss is still here!" That vice president is a good gag.
Others laughed along.