Chapter 2522
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All the people get off at the command voice of xiajinyuan, but Ye Jian is stopped by xiajinyuan.
He slammed the door, then trotted around the front of the car to the front passenger's seat. He took out a pair of sunglasses and put them on. He opened the door and extended his left hand. The action was a gentleman's action. The deep eyes behind the sunglasses were cold. He said: "lady, you should get off the car by helping."
Cover his fierce temperament with the gentleman's camouflage action. Ye Jian knows that he is camouflaging himself.
It's not like a Chinese man, or the summer team she knows, to wrap her head around a big flower towel to cover her face, wear sunglasses, and take a big look.
Looking at the outstretched left hand, Ye Jian cooperates very well, showing the arrogance of the woman. She only cooperates with her words and expressions, but her limbs do not, "so gentlemanly? Unfortunately, I'm not the princess of Jiao Didi. Sorry, I don't need your help. " As he spoke, he took a picture of Xia Jinyuan's left hand and got off the car.
He didn't look like he was holding his hand, but he would hold her down at any time!
Ye Jian, a thin faced woman, knows that this is a camouflage match, but she can also choose between men and women, which is natural, but shows a woman's arrogant match.
Just like now, open his hand, cross him, chin slightly raised towards the hotel gate.
This change is a little spiritual. All the comrades in arms think that the green bird will definitely cooperate with King Q in disguise. How can we use a better way to let them see King Q eating turtle by the way.
In front of her, Ye Jian said, "what are you doing? You haven't kept up." The very pure American accent
z7 did not resist at last, and laughed loudly.
Xia Jinyuan, who ate turtle, clapped his hands and said freely, "well, you should pay attention to the surroundings, and Ye Jian and I will go in first." Then quickly catch up, take Ye Jian's hand and walk to the door of the hotel.
This time, Ye Jian didn't clap his hand again. He cooperated with Xia Jinyuan to carry out so many tasks outside. When can he joke? When should he cooperate with Xia Jinyuan to make a disguise? In this respect, Ye Jian still grasped the right balance and took it.
No one noticed just now, so she didn't cooperate. Now she has to cooperate when she breaks into the sight of some people.
She looked around the hotel and was surprised not to find the standard waiter at the door.
Because it is a war-torn country, so even the waiter is not invited?
The leaf Jane in my mind walked through the bright glass door together with Xia Jinyuan and walked into the hotel lobby full of Marceau's rough style.
The front desk of the hotel is a tall, blue eyed white handsome guy with blonde hair. It's really rare for white people to come to a country like greater Africa, maso.
When I saw Xia Jinyuan and Ye Jian, I didn't greet them with horse language. I asked them with a standard London accent: "excuse me! What can I do for you? "
It's easy for someone who can speak English. Xia Jinyuan, wearing sunglasses, leans half against the front desk, raises his hand, takes off his sunglasses gracefully, smiles with a pure American accent and asks, "do you have a suite here? We want the best suite. "
A young African man in a sports suit, like a waiter or a waiter, came in from the outside and went directly to the front desk. He said a few words to the white handsome guy in front of Allah.
Masol, Arabic Ye Jian couldn't understand.
Recommend the new book of Laoshi, the great God of the city:
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All the people get off at the command voice of xiajinyuan, but Ye Jian is stopped by xiajinyuan.
He slammed the door, then trotted around the front of the car to the front passenger's seat. He took out a pair of sunglasses and put them on. He opened the door and extended his left hand. The action was a gentleman's action. The deep eyes behind the sunglasses were cold. He said: "lady, you should get off the car by helping."
Cover his fierce temperament with the gentleman's camouflage action. Ye Jian knows that he is camouflaging himself.
It's not like a Chinese man, or the summer team she knows, to wrap her head around a big flower towel to cover her face, wear sunglasses, and take a big look.
Looking at the outstretched left hand, Ye Jian cooperates very well, showing the arrogance of the woman. She only cooperates with her words and expressions, but her limbs do not, "so gentlemanly? Unfortunately, I'm not the princess of Jiao Didi. Sorry, I don't need your help. " As he spoke, he took a picture of Xia Jinyuan's left hand and got off the car.
He didn't look like he was holding his hand, but he would hold her down at any time!
Ye Jian, a thin faced woman, knows that this is a camouflage match, but she can also choose between men and women, which is natural, but shows a woman's arrogant match.
Just like now, open his hand, cross him, chin slightly raised towards the hotel gate.
This change is a little spiritual. All the comrades in arms think that the green bird will definitely cooperate with King Q in disguise. How can we use a better way to let them see King Q eating turtle by the way.
In front of her, Ye Jian said, "what are you doing? You haven't kept up." The very pure American accent
z7 did not resist at last, and laughed loudly.
Xia Jinyuan, who ate turtle, clapped his hands and said freely, "well, you should pay attention to the surroundings, and Ye Jian and I will go in first." Then quickly catch up, take Ye Jian's hand and walk to the door of the hotel.
This time, Ye Jian didn't clap his hand again. He cooperated with Xia Jinyuan to carry out so many tasks outside. When can he joke? When should he cooperate with Xia Jinyuan to make a disguise? In this respect, Ye Jian still grasped the right balance and took it.
No one noticed just now, so she didn't cooperate. Now she has to cooperate when she breaks into the sight of some people.
She looked around the hotel and was surprised not to find the standard waiter at the door.
Because it is a war-torn country, so even the waiter is not invited?
The leaf Jane in my mind walked through the bright glass door together with Xia Jinyuan and walked into the hotel lobby full of Marceau's rough style.
The front desk of the hotel is a tall, blue eyed white handsome guy with blonde hair. It's really rare for white people to come to a country like greater Africa, maso.
When I saw Xia Jinyuan and Ye Jian, I didn't greet them with horse language. I asked them with a standard London accent: "excuse me! What can I do for you? "
It's easy for someone who can speak English. Xia Jinyuan, wearing sunglasses, leans half against the front desk, raises his hand, takes off his sunglasses gracefully, smiles with a pure American accent and asks, "do you have a suite here? We want the best suite. "
A young African man in a sports suit, like a waiter or a waiter, came in from the outside and went directly to the front desk. He said a few words to the white handsome guy in front of Allah.
Masol, Arabic Ye Jian couldn't understand.
Recommend the new book of Laoshi, the great God of the city:
All the people get off at the command voice of xiajinyuan, but Ye Jian is stopped by xiajinyuan. He slammed the door, then trotted around the front of the car to the front passenger's seat. He took out a pair of sunglasses and put them on. He opened the door and extended his left hand. The action was a gentleman's action. The deep eyes behind the sunglasses were cold. He said: "lady, you should get off the car by helping." Cover his fierce temperament with the gentleman's camouflage action. Ye Jian knows that he is camouflaging himself. It's not like a Chinese man, or the summer team she knows, to wrap her head around a big flower towel to cover her face, wear sunglasses, and take a big look. Looking at the outstretched left hand, Ye Jian cooperates very well, showing the arrogance of the woman. She only cooperates with her words and expressions, but her limbs do not, "so gentlemanly? Unfortunately, I'm not the princess of Jiao Didi. Sorry, I don't need your help. " As he spoke, he took a picture of Xia Jinyuan's left hand and got off the car. He didn't look like he was holding his hand, but he would hold her down at any time! Ye Jian, a thin faced woman, knows that this is a camouflage match, but she can also choose between men and women, which is natural, but shows a woman's arrogant match. Just like now, open his hand, cross him, chin slightly raised towards the hotel gate. This change is a little spiritual. All the comrades in arms think that the green bird will definitely cooperate with King Q in disguise. How can we use a better way to let them see King Q eating turtle by the way. In front of her, Ye Jian said, "what are you doing? You haven't kept up." The very pure American accent z7 did not resist at last, and laughed loudly. Xia Jinyuan, who ate turtle, clapped his hands and said freely, "well, you should pay attention to the surroundings, and Ye Jian and I will go in first." Then quickly catch up, take Ye Jian's hand and walk to the door of the hotel. This time, Ye Jian didn't clap his hand again. He cooperated with Xia Jinyuan to carry out so many tasks outside. When can he joke? When should he cooperate with Xia Jinyuan to make a disguise? In this respect, Ye Jian still grasped the right balance and took it. No one noticed just now, so she didn't cooperate. Now she has to cooperate when she breaks into the sight of some people. She looked around the hotel and was surprised not to find the standard waiter at the door. Because it is a war-torn country, so even the waiter is not invited? The leaf Jane in my mind walked through the bright glass door together with Xia Jinyuan and walked into the hotel lobby full of Marceau's rough style. The front desk of the hotel is a tall, blue eyed white handsome guy with blonde hair. It's really rare for white people to come to a country like greater Africa, maso. When I saw Xia Jinyuan and Ye Jian, I didn't greet them with horse language. I asked them with a standard London accent: "excuse me! What can I do for you? " It's easy for someone who can speak English. Xia Jinyuan, wearing sunglasses, leans half against the front desk, raises his hand, takes off his sunglasses gracefully, smiles with a pure American accent and asks, "do you have a suite here? We want the best suite. " A young African man in a sports suit, like a waiter or a waiter, came in from the outside and went directly to the front desk. He said a few words to the white handsome guy in front of Allah. Masol, Arabic Ye Jian couldn't understand. Recommend the new book of Laoshi, the great God of the city:
