"Our goal tonight is the man with red hair standing at the dining table."
Following Zhang Zichu's sight, Dongfang Han raised his head and looked forward. The man model is in his fifties. Unlike the group of people in suits and shoes present, he is dressed in clothes with a flamboyant personality, with a muscular figure and long red hair, tied behind his head, especially exposed. Those two arms are covered with tattoos that show his personality, and it seems that he is very wild all over.
"His name is Nozomi Sansaki. He is the president of the Eastern European Tattoo Federation. He has been ranked as one of the world's famous tattoo artists since he was twenty. He is also the first curator of a tattoo museum in East Asia. Don't look at him like this. See you. There have been more worlds than our juniors."
"But do people like this tell us what we want to know?" Dongfang Han thinks that artists like this are very quirky in character, such as the way Osaki Nozomi eats now, and even divides the green and red on the plate. Be clear, like a person with obsessive-compulsive disorder.
"Don't worry. I still know him a little bit before. And he rarely comes to China himself. This is a rare opportunity tonight."
Hearing this, Dongfang Han was taken aback for a moment. Looking back at Zhang Zichu with some surprise, it turned out that he had arranged it a long time ago, and for the first time he discovered that this man was so reliable.
Thinking of this, Dongfang Han could not help but bend his lips slightly. Only when Zhang Zichu spoke again, she returned to her cold expression as before.
"Let's go, let's go over and greet you." After saying that, Zhang Zichu took Dongfang Han's hand and walked towards the place in the envy of everyone's eyes.
"Long time no see! Mr. San Zuo."
Nozomi Sansaki was taken aback, then looked back. Seeing a familiar face first, he immediately put down the plate in his hand, walked up with a particularly enthusiastic smile and gave Zhang Zichu affectionately, "Long time no see~ Little handsome guy." An American accent.
"Yes, I'm glad to see Mr. San Zuo here." Zhang Zichu also enthusiastically hugged the man back.
"We haven't seen each other for two years. You are really getting handsome, I have heard. You are now an international star, when will you take care of my business? I am very willing to work in a perfect art like you. Engrave my work on the product."
"Look, aren't we here now." With that, Zhang Zichu pulled Dongfang Han behind him and solemnly introduced him, "She is my fiancee, Dongfang Han."
"Hello!"
"Beautiful!" As soon as Dongfang's cold words fell, Sansaki Nozomi's eyes lit up, and she immediately stepped forward and grabbed her flawless arm that seemed to come from the hand of a god. Dongfang Han was taken aback by this sudden move, but Zhang Zichu gave her a relieved look, saying that Sansaki Nozomi had no other crooked thoughts, this was just a professional habit.
"What a beautiful hand! Little handsome guy, your fiancee is the most beautiful and perfect girl I have ever seen." Nozomi Sansaki finished speaking and let go of her hand.
This made Dongfang Han believe that this man had no other bad problems.
"You are so happy, I am a little envious of you."
"Whatever Mr. San Zuo said, your wife is the most perfect person. I admire it."
Zhang Zichu not only looks good, but also speaks. This made Misaki Nozomi's affection for him a little bit more. After he smiled happily, he seemed to think of something and asked: "I just heard the little handsome guy said to take care of my business?"
"That's it." Zhang Zichu said, and took out his mobile phone, took out a picture in the album and showed it to Nozomi Sansaki. "To commemorate the day when Xiaohan and I are about to get married, we want to choose one of these three pictures. Zhang each is engraved on us."