Everyone got off at Xia Jinyuan's command voice, but Ye Jian was prevented by Xia Jinyuan from getting out of the car.
He "slammed" the door on his side, then trot around the front of the car to the co-pilot's seat. When running, he took out a pair of sunglasses and put it on, opened the door, and extended his left hand. The action was a gentleman's action, and the depth behind the sunglasses With cold eyes, he said, "Madam, you should be helped by me to get out of the car."
Using a gentleman's disguise to cover up his fierce temperament, Ye Jian knew that he was disguising himself.
Wrapped a big flower scarf around her head to cover her face, put on sunglasses, and looked high and sharply, she really didn't look like a Chinese man, nor the summer team she knew.
Looking at the stretched left hand, Ye Jian cooperated very well, revealing the arrogance of the woman. She only cooperated with her words and expressions, but her body did not. You don't need your support." As he said, he patted Xia Jinyuan's left hand stretched out, and got out of the car.
He doesn't look like just holding his own hand, but like he would hug her down at any time!
The thin-faced Ye Jian knew that this was a disguised cooperation, but she could also choose a natural but feminine cooperation between men and women.
Just like now, he slapped his hand, crossed him, his chin slightly raised and walked towards the hotel door.
This change was a bit energetic, and the comrades who watched all thought that the blue bird would definitely follow King Q's disguise and cooperate. How could they know how to use a better way to let them see King Q eating turtles by the way.
In front, Ye Jian said calmly: "What are you doing in a daze? I still can't keep up." Very pure American accent
Z7 didn't hold back in the end, and laughed low and low.
The turtle eater Xia Jinyuan clapped his hands and said freely, "Okay, pay attention to your surroundings, and Ye Jian and I will go in first." Then he hurried to catch up and took Ye Jian's hand and walked to the hotel door.
This time, Ye Jian did not slap his hand again. He cooperated with Xia Jinyuan to perform so many tasks outside. When can I make a joke, and when should I cooperate with Xia Jinyuan to make a disguise. It's time.
No one noticed just now, she didn't cooperate. Now that she broke into the sight of some people, she naturally cooperated.
She looked around the hotel and was surprised to find that there was no standard waiter at the door.
Because it is a war-torn country, even the waiter is not invited
Ye Jian, who was thinking casually in his mind, walked through the bright glass door with Xia Jinyuan and walked into the hotel lobby full of Ma Suo's rough style.
The front desk of the hotel is a tall, blue-eyed, handsome white guy with blond hair. It's really rare for white people to come to a country like Marshall.
After seeing Xia Jinyuan and Ye Jian, the guy didn't greet him in Masuo's language, and asked in a standard London accent: "Excuse me! Is there anything I can help you with?"
It’s easy to do if there is someone who can speak English. Xia Jinyuan wearing sunglasses is leaning against the front desk, raising her hand, taking off the sunglasses gracefully, smiling in a pure American accent and asking: "Do you have a suite here? We want the best Nice suite."
A young big non-black man dressed in sports suits, like a waiter and not like a waiter, came in from the outside, walked directly into the front desk, and said something to the handsome white guy at the front desk in Arabic.
Masuo, Arabic... Ye Jian couldn't understand it.