President's girlfriend is in love with me

During this time, I met a lot of women in kimonos, and when they saw Yang Yu, they would cover their mouths and smile, walk away shyly, and then chatted in Japanese.

"What are they talking about?" Yang Yu asked curiously.

"They said you were handsome." Xianzi replied.

"Ah? Is that so?" Yang Yu asked back, saying that there is really no one who says he is handsome. He has been scolded all the time as a local turtle, a migrant worker, and ugly. There is really no one who says he is handsome.

"Well, you are different from the men over there." Xianzi said.

"Why is it different?" Yang Yu was puzzled.

"The men over there are very short, the average is only 165, and they all have long hair. They are very girly and not manly at all. You have short hair, are tall, very handsome and manly, and we Japanese women like such men. " Xianzi explained.

Yang Yu really didn't understand Japanese culture, so he asked again: "The last time I rescued you, you didn't seem to call for help? Are you afraid?"

"Ah? This kind of thing happens a lot in Japan, so..." Qianzi said embarrassingly again.

"Ah?" Yang Yu was very surprised, and said, "So it happened when it happened?"

"Hmm. That's why Japanese housewives cheat a lot." Xianzi continued to add.

Yang Yu has heard of this before. When a man wants to rape her, Japanese women seldom really refuse. One is that the man dominates, and the other is that they are afraid of causing trouble to the man, so they always choose to accept it silently.

This has led to a lot of men when they come into contact with women, they often use hands and feet, and then
Obviously in this country, women are definitely not allowed to touch you.

It really is a slavish country.

Thinking of this, Yang Yu took a peek at Xianzi, with a lot of dirty thoughts in his mind, but he was a good person in the eyes of others, how could he be a scumbag?

This sense of contradiction flashed through several times, and he didn't make any moves. He really couldn't let it go and turned himself into a scumbag or a hooligan.

After the date was quiet, Xianzi asked if we could meet again in the future?Yang Yu said of course.

But the meeting came a little faster than Yang Yu.

Because African cloth shoes require a lot of fabric raw materials and produce different styles, the company decided to use different fabrics, and at the same time did not want to put all eggs in one basket.

Yang Yu was in charge of purchasing the fabric art this time, and selected many manufacturers. He felt that there were good and bad, and he couldn't choose for a long time.

"Mr. Yang, our fabric art is very advanced. You can see that the color does not fade, and there is no smell. It is definitely right to choose our company's fabric." The salesman introduced the fabric art in front of his company.

The Chinese he spoke was very broken and unclear, but he could barely understand it.

"Are you Japanese?" Yang Yu asked curiously.

"Yes, yes. Mr. Yang, look at this order." The Japanese kept trying to persuade Yang Yu to place the order.

"Your price is still a bit expensive. We need a large quantity, and you have to be cheap." Yang Yu mainly considered price and quality, looking for the best cost-effective fabric.

"This price is really the lowest." The other salesman said.

Yang Yu waved his hand and said, "I'd better consider another house when I go back. Their price is lower than yours."

"Mr. Yang, don't leave. We need to discuss it, Mr. Yang? Mr. Yang?" The Japanese salesman sighed. He hadn't billed for a month.

If there is no order this month, the job will not be guaranteed.