"The environment is still very good." Obama stood at the door and looked around the aisle. He didn't know that his casual sentence saved Yang Huimin and avoided the matte and tender spring.
"Yes, although it is a very cheap hotel, the environment is very elegant and the key is sanitary." Zhang Yuan actually opened the door, but did not push it, but pointed it to Obama.
These short conversations gave Yang Huimin a few seconds of buffering. She was immersed in sex as if she had been electrocuted. She retracted her pink legs. The first time she turned off the TV, the second time she wanted to dress. pants.
However, Zhou Jiaoshou's invitation has been heard from outside, "Then please visit the room again."
not good! He wants to come in! Yang Huimin knew that it was too late to put on his pants. In a hurry, he pulled the quilt beside him. Thanks to Zhang Yuan's no habit of folding quilts, he easily pulled it over and covered his whole body, even his head.
She already knew that the beast came back with a friend, so she couldn't show her face, that flushed face, and a man with a little experience would doubt it, if people knew it, it would be shameful.
"En?" As soon as Zhang Yuan entered the room, he saw people wrapped in the quilt where he was sleeping. He wondered why Yang Huimin was sleeping in his bed. Is this Yang Huimin
Yang Huimin, who was hiding in the quilt, was really scared to death. Although she couldn't see it, she still heard a lot of people rushing in from the outside, thinking, why am I so unlucky? It's rare for me to be visited by everyone after a fight today. If Zhou Jiaoju hastily opened the quilt at this time, then I could commit suicide.
So Yang Huimin shouted first, "Professor, I'm still changing clothes!"
Obama hadn't noticed there. He suddenly heard a woman's voice. He hurriedly asked, "Your girlfriend?" He thought that this kid is too expensive, and he brought his girlfriend to grab his relatives
"No, the princess is married. The hotel is hard to find and it is shared." Zhang Yuan quickly explained, feeling depressed, why don't you go back to the room when you change your clothes? What are you doing hiding in my bed
"What did she call?" Obama couldn't understand Chinese.
Before Zhang Yuan answered, Yang Huimin shouted in English inside, all in wa
Come: "I happened to be changing my clothes, so you guys came in!"
Hearing that the woman was changing clothes, Obama quickly apologized and ran out with embarrassment.
Zhang Yuan didn't want to stay here for a long time. His luggage was very neat, so he walked over quickly and left when he wanted to take something, but his heart-warming sutra was gone.
"Miss Yang, I only saw a snow-white lotus root arm turned over by the waves, like a panic, rolled into a circle of secret books, and flew over.
Zhang Yuan stretched out his hand, and the sticky touch that came from him almost made him throw it away.
"What is this stuff? Oh~" Zhang Yuan frowned, put it in front of his nose and smelled it, "What smell is this, really..."
"Let people change their clothes." Obama reminded.
"Then you change your clothes, I'll go, and I will see you in the future..." Zhang Yuan couldn't be demeaned, so he had to grab the disgusting slippery secret book and walk downstairs with everyone.
"Punch~" Yang Huimin, who was hiding in the bed, thought about the guy's disgusting expression, but he was heartless and not embarrassed and laughed.
"Haha, haha..." She actually laughed more and more vigorously, just like a girl who finished a prank.
But it suddenly occurred to her that it's no good, he is leaving, and she hasn't asked him for help yet. Thinking of this, Yang Huimin lifted the quilt, put on his clothes at the speed of light, and rushed downstairs barefoot.
It was still too late, leaving her with the mighty back of the black luxury motorcade, and the last few police motorcycles shining lights.
"Ms. Yang, you are such a noble person. I didn't expect you to know the President of the United States." The shrewd boss hurriedly came and smiled.
Yang Huimin was taken aback, "It was US President Barack Obama who came just now!"
"Yeah? Don't you know yourself?" The boss suddenly cast a look of contempt, what are you pretending to be, I didn't ask you to borrow money, and then said: "They also paid the money for you and Professor Zhou. Now, I will return your room money to you later."
Yang Huimin suddenly thought of the voice that apologized to herself in English. Could it be the President of the United States! Oh my God! Noble man!
wrong! That Professor Zhou is the nobleman! The President of the United States personally accompanies him back to get his luggage. What a status he must be, this is the noble person among the nobles!
Unfortunately, I was missed...
The time was getting closer to the evening, and the sky began to dim. At this moment, festive Japanese lanterns were hung in the palace, royal flags were flying everywhere, and various new styles of bright lights illuminated the ancient palace in magnificence.
In front of Gyeongbokgung Palace, at this moment dignitaries from all over the world, including politicians, religious figures, and wealthy tycoons are gathering together, talking and laughing. Here, entertaining celebrities are just a foil, shuttle between the dignitaries and the rich. At this time, the Emperor's Palace has gathered dignitaries, the stars are shining, everyone is talking and laughing enthusiastically, waiting for the start of the wedding.
Zhang Yuan, who has changed into an ordinary black suit for bodyguards, is sitting next to Obama, savoring a glass of orange juice by himself, looking coldly at the surrounding bustling, as if he is detached from the world, and Obama has not been as enthusiastically with the leaders of other countries as before. Chatting, just sitting quietly with his wife and children, looking at it, he was still a little nervous, probably he had never done such a thing.
At seven o'clock in the evening, Emperor Akihito in full costume appeared, and the green square suddenly burst into thunderous applause. And at this moment, the night sky suddenly shone, and countless beams of strong light passed through the night, straight into the sky. The lights in the palace are turned on for the first time. The lights are like countless pearls in the black waves, rolling in the darkness, from far to near, getting brighter and brighter, and finally all the lights are on at the same time, shining the Imperial Palace like Tokyo. A brilliant pearl in the center.
At this time, outside the palace, a mighty row of wedding floats was slowly driving into the Jinshui Bridge in front of the palace. Koizumi Kojiro, in a straight suit, holding a bouquet of blooming roses, was sitting in the center of the open canopy. Slaughter, triumphant and elated. The brilliant lights, brilliant smiling faces, and people's cheers all made him feel dazzled.
With a clear horn sound, the convoy stopped in the open space in front of the green space, the door opened, and the elegant Koizumi Kojiro stepped out of the car with high spirits, and walked over, accompanied by his father Koizumi and his uncle Junichi Koizumi. At this time, the distinguished guests sent warm applause to congratulate the groom and his family. Koizumi Kojiro smiled and nodded gracefully to the parties in return.