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"Master, miss."

The bodyguard stepped forward and bowed.

Abe Qiannan waved his hand, and the bodyguards retreated, leaving Yang Zimei and Zeng Sihui.

"Two ladies, please sit down!"

Abe Qiannan looked up at Yang Zimei, politely.

His voice was hoarse and low, and a bit neutral, making it inexorable.

Yang Zimei looked at it, but there are no chairs here. Do I have to learn from those Japanese and Korean women?

Zeng Sihui automatically lifted her skirt and knelt down on the futon in front of Abe Qiannan's short legs, blinking her eyes, obsessively looking at Abe Qiannan's handsome face that could upset all beings.

Yang Zimei really doesn't like this way of kneeling.

However, in her education, she could not accept it.

Master said that people have gold under their knees. They can only kneel and kneel. Parents kneel. Master kneel down. God cannot kneel.

She was reluctant to sit on her knees in front of Abe Qiannan, even though it was a traditional etiquette in Japan and South Korea, without any insult.

Seeing that she was not willing to sit down on her knees, Zeng Sihui pulled her skirt and said, "Niu Niu, sit down, our skirts are very wide. It doesn't matter if we sit like this."

"I'm not used to sitting like this, nor do I like to sit like this."

Yang Zimei kept his eyes fixed and said calmly, "Please Mr. Abe give me a stool."

"Niuniu, you are ... really, everyone in Japan sits like this, haven't you seen any Japanese or Korean dramas?"

Zeng Sihui saw her in such a hurry.

"I know, but we Chinese do n’t sit like this. This is where we are in China, and we have to abide by our customs, not Japanese customs. Mr. Abe, what do you think?"

Yang Zimei raised her eyebrows and looked at Abe Qiandao.

Abe Qiannan looked at her thoughtfully for a while.

Originally, he thought that it was just a way that she wanted to attract his attention, but he could not see any waves from her eyes, and she stood in such a shameless manner, like the white cloud in the sky, Faint.

It seems that I just feel right.

The girl in front of her is definitely not an ordinary girl.

Also, the mahogany card on her neck!

"Juki, come in with three stools!"

He called out.

The bodyguard that was launched just now surprisedly moved in three bamboo chairs with Japanese characteristics, and then flashed out.

Abe Qiannan stood up, sat quietly in one of the chairs, and frowned at Yang Zi, "Please sit down!"

Yang Zimei sat down.

Seeing this, Zeng Sihui hurriedly got up from the futon and sat on another chair.

She found that Abe Qiannan's interest in Yang Zimei seemed to be stronger, and there was a little appreciation, and she couldn't help but admire her cousin's unique approach.

"Thank you Mr. Abe!"

Yang Zimei looked at Abe Qiannan with a smile, and asked, "I and Mr. Abe have never known each other. I don't know why I was lucky enough to be met by the gentleman?"

"Because the lady is unique and vulgar, it also made me curious and wanted to know the name and origin of the lady."

Abe Qiannan lifted his lip corners that resembled that of Sadako, with a smile of alienation and **** smile.

Zeng Sihui looked like she wanted to drool.

Yang Zimei remained unmoved.

Seeing more handsome guys, she became numb, not to mention the real handsome guy in front of her, but the man.

She is not homosexual.

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