The American Scripture

Hashimoto Garden’s mood is a bit complicated. On the one hand, he feels that he is trading with his body and feels very dirty, but on the other hand, he feels that the man has an inexplicable attraction to him, and he can't help but want to give him a hug. I felt a little ashamed, but no matter what, she made the phone call in a wicked way. ,,, and then Ping Ting went upstairs.

"I just heard her talking about Mr. Zhen, is that the man you helped translate?" At this moment, a front desk clerk walked over from the lobby, then walked into the front desk and stood facing him. Miike Kikuko, who was sending away the guests with a smile, said, "Tell me, are these stars so romantic?" The waiter said a bit angrily, obviously, she was a little jealous.

"What nonsense!" Michi Kikuko's face darkened, and then said to the waiter dissatisfied, "Do your business seriously, don't chew your tongue here, if you let someone who cares hear it, you will think you are criticizing the customer. I'm going to be fired, do you know?" She was like a warning, and she seemed to be speaking to herself.

But Miike Kikuko's eyes still couldn't help but watch the beautiful and laid-back noble woman walk into the elevator. I couldn't help but sighed slightly. As expected, only such a noble Miss Hashimoto Park could be worthy of a man like Zhen Fan. Thinking about the time between herself and Zhen Fan, she couldn't help feeling hot all over.

"What's wrong with me?" Miike Kikuko touched her face, hot, but she felt like she was blocked by something in her heart, a little uncomfortable. The uncomfortable want to make myself cry happily. There is Cinderella in the Tokyo Love Story, but is you that Cinderella? Obviously, the answer is no.

Hashimoto Garden is a star. Almost all the waiters here know her. She went up like that, Michi Kikuko was a little lost, knowing that someone pushed her, and the guests arrived, she recovered and started her work, but her mind was always in the room of Zhen Fan. She knows that room. She checked it in the information.

After waiting for half an hour, Miike Kikuko couldn't bear it, she wanted to reach out to the phone. Then I gave room service to that room, but after thinking about it, I still held back. But I just held back it and regretted it a little bit. So he picked up the phone again. Until the waiter who had gossiped with her next to her said to her, "What do you want to do? Michi Kikuko?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, I just want to ask if there is any room service." Miike Kikuko quickly put down the phone, thinking that she had done something wrong, and her face was hot when she was discovered. Fortunately, no one can see anything. So she set a range for herself, if... if that woman hasn't come down in half an hour. Just call Zhen Fan's room for room service.

Once this decision was made, Michi Kikuko felt that she had something to do. I looked at the clock and looked at my watch from time to time. Last night's 20,000 US dollars, she still neatly put it in her bag, she wanted to return Zhen Fan, but she was afraid that Zhen Fan would be angry, and hesitated.

Time seems to pass slowly. This is the tenth time Miike Kikuko has looked at the clock. Her strange behavior finally caught the attention of the colleague next to her, and she frowned and looked at Michi Kikuko and said, "Juko, if you have important things, I can help you find someone to help you. "

"No, no, nothing. I just think time flies slowly. How come it's not time to get off work!" Miike Kikuko said flusteredly, "I...no, I can do it!"

"Don't hold on!" The waiter said, and stopped paying attention to Miike Kikuko.

Miike Kikuko nodded, said thank you, looked at his watch, then took a deep breath, picked up the handset of the phone, and started dialing. Listening to the connected sound coming from inside, her heart was suddenly grasped by something, and she felt a little breathless, but she still adjusted her vocal cords as much as possible to make her voice appear more normal. Let people hear a little problem.

"Are you a guest in room xx? I am here for the front desk service. Do you have any room service you need." Michi Kikuko tried her best to change her voice a little, afraid that Zhen Fan would hear something.

"Uh, bring us a bottle of red wine, and... Italian vegetable soup, half-roasted chicken in Rome." A sweet woman's voice came from inside, "Please, please send it here as soon as possible!" I hung up the phone over there.

This voice confirmed that Hashimoto Garden really went to Zhen Fan's room, and they planned to drink in the room. Obviously what this means, Miike Kikuko knows. She finally sighed, and then ordered these things down, and she sat beside her in despair.

I don't know how to stay until the end of get off work. Miike Kikuko went out as if. She wanted to find a place to drink, and then went home to cover her head and sleep a lot, so as to forget the fantasy experience and the man who almost penetrated her body. The distance between her and him was too far away.

Hashimoto Park put down the phone, then looked at Zhen Fan and smiled: "I didn't expect you to be quite romantic. You ordered a meal?" When she spoke, she had a gentle expression. With such an expression in front of her, it is hard to imagine that she was born into a wealthy family.

"I haven't decided, it's weird...Does the hotel here take the initiative to call guests for room service?" Zhen Fan hugged Hashimoto Garden, and then attached her twin peaks, soft and firm, full of elasticity , And a heavy feeling. It feels amazingly good.

The two had been fighting for almost an hour just now, until Hashimoto Garden begged for mercy, and then they let it go. Just after it was over, they heard the room service call. Hashimoto Garden really feels hungry. So with the consent of Zhen Fan, he ordered some food. To fill my stomach and continue to fight.

Soon, room service came, pushing the dining car, and bringing Hashimoto Garden's favorite food, and the waiter helped to open the bottle of red wine. After receiving Zhen Fan's twenty-dollar consumption, he happily returned it.

"Cheers!" Zhen Fan poured two glasses of wine and handed it to Hashimoto Garden. The two took a sip, Hashimoto Garden's face was red, and his white and tender skin looked even more delicate and attractive against the red wine. After a drink, the two became entangled again. This time Hashimoto Garden had taken the initiative, she took the initiative to sit on Zhen Fan. Constantly sensational, extremely soft and charming, made Zhen Fan experience a very comfortable feeling again. This time it's a little longer.

After that, the two took a bath together, and Zhen Fan was about to send Hashimoto Garden down. Hashimoto Garden walked to the door and bowed to Zhen Fan: "Mr. Zhen. I'm leaving first. Please take care of you in the future!"

This is to remind yourself, don't forget to ask him. Zhen Fan nodded, indicating that he was clear, Hashimoto Garden bowed again, then opened the door and left gently. Zhen Fan didn't send her off because it was unnecessary. There is no one who is more polite in the transaction process. Who is more rude.

After leaving Hashimoto Garden, Zhen Fan checked the time. It's almost time to go to Emma's room. Feeling that although he scored twice, he was still full of energy, so he took care of it a bit and went out. He followed the room number that Emma had written on the palm of his hand, got it, and knocked on the door.

"Hey, Zhen, are you here too? What a surprise!" It was not Emma who opened the door, but Angelina. At this time, a head came out of Angelina's shoulder. It was Nicola? Pez. She smiled at Zhen Fan and said, "Emma also invited you, didn't you? Come in quickly, you are the only man now!"

Zhen Fan was depressed for a while. He thought he was sneaking up with Emma, ​​but he didn't expect many women to come. What's worse, he is the only male here. Although he is used to being among a group of women, they are all familiar to him. Now the people he knows here seem to be Emma and Angelina.

When I walked into the living room, I saw Scarlett Johansson who was sitting there with red wine swaying slightly. Her eyes blinked slightly at Zhen Fan, and then smiled: "Hello, Zhen, welcome to the country of women!" She put down her wine glass and stood up, wanting to come with Zhen Fan. A hug.

So the two embraced, Scarlett laughed jokingly: "I have been thinking about when I can hug Zhen. I didn't expect my dream to come true in the past few days, and it's still two times. It's incredible. !"

"I know, and you also said that if you can get down on his shorts and take a look, you will know why he is so popular with women." Nicola said with a defiant smile at Scarlett. , "Now... Zhen is here, if you want to lay down his underwear, I suggest you do it now, we can be your assistant!"

"Oh, my God, what are you talking about?" Zhen Fan stretched out his hands speechlessly, then looked at Angelina, then turned his gaze to Emma, ​​who was a little embarrassed. He really didn't understand what was going on right now. What's going on~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Emma shrugged helplessly at Zhen Fan, then turned her head to Zhen Fan and said: "Let’s go to the room to talk, we just happen to talk about the new movie. Are we starring?"

"Of course, this is your privilege, you'd better hurry up!" Scarlett said with a loud smile at Emma, ​​who took Zhen Fan into the room, "We are all waiting for Zhen."

"Relax, he can't fly!" Emma said, closing the door, and apologizing to Zhen Fan, "I'm sorry, Zhen, God knows why they are here. I don't know at all, I'm sorry. ! When I return to Los Angeles, I will compensate you, okay?" Emma said, holding Zhen Fan's face and kissing.

"No, why wait until I get back to Los Angeles? Tomorrow...you can make up for me on the plane!" Zhen Fan said, winking at Emma, ​​and then said, "I'm going back, the women here let me I remembered a movie about women offering sacrifices to men!"

"Haha, let's go, you bastard!" Emma said, she opened the door, and then came out with Zhen Fan, when she heard Nicola exclaimed, "God, this is only five minutes. Oh, incredible. , Including time to dress up! God--" (to be continued...) u