Nathan is not good

Xia Tian had arrived at the hotel at this time, the designer measured her measurements and height for Xia Tian and praised: "Miss Gao's body proportions are very good, it can be called the golden ratio, unlike other famous ladies who are all skinny, tsk Tsk tsk! I don’t even think I’m fat without any meat, it’s all bones! It’s like I haven’t had enough to eat all year round.”

"Then what kind of dress should I wear?"

"Miss Gao is very suitable for a tube top dress. The front skirt reaches the thigh, the back skirt sweeps the floor, forming an arc, and the waist is tightened. It can not only make your waist thinner but also reveal your long legs. High, and the white fabric can make your skin fairer. Wearing a platinum diamond necklace around your neck is even more perfect. Oh, you are simply the perfect work of God. Perfectly dazzling $&%#*の..."

The more the designer talked, the more excited he became, Xia Tian suddenly regretted asking this question, a black line appeared on his forehead, how could this designer look like Qingfeng.Xia Tian couldn't take it anymore, and interrupted the designer, "Stop, you're a little too excited, then design according to your ideas!" Xia Xia hurriedly sent the designer away, and called Gao Su to point to his cronies, "The weapon has arrived!" ?"

"Miss Hui, we've arrived, because the Fujiwara birthday banquet checked our belongings, so we put the weapons in the women's toilet of the Fujiwara birthday banquet hotel in advance, the third one from the right, the tiles on the fourth floor from bottom to top, and from the left The third one removes the tile and the weapon is inside!"

"Very good, well done! If I can't come back this time, you can take my body back to your adoptive father! Go down, I'm tired"

"Yes" After the cronies exited the room, Xia Tian collapsed on the bed thinking wildly, fell asleep after thinking about it, when Xia Tian woke up, it was already night, and he was hungry, so he was going to call the front desk to ask them to deliver food.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door, "Come in!", it was a close friend who came in, "Miss Gao, a man who claimed to be your friend came to you"

friend?Xia Tian couldn't think of any friends he had, and he was a man "What's his name?"

"He said his name was Hiroshi Fujiwara"

"Oh, him, what did he come to see me for?"

"He said he wanted to invite you to spend the night together"

Have a good night together?It's also thanks to Fujiwara for being so nasty, but how did he find me?My thoughts turned around in my mind, and I waved my hand, "Tell him, I am too tired from flying, and I am too weak to eat with him. After you send him away, go buy some snacks and come back. I am hungry~ Want the famous snacks of country R”

After the cronies went out, Xia Tian was bored watching TV and waiting for snacks, thinking about how Fujiwara Hiroshi found his place just now, Xia Tian's heart skipped a beat, he knew it, this Fujiwara Hiroshi was definitely not as honest as he was on the plane, he was definitely a character.The confidant came back after a while, holding many plastic bags and foam cartons, and the smell of food came out from the bags.Put the plastic bag on the table and introduce it to Xia Tian "This is octopus balls, made of flour and octopus feet, this is Japanese-style Okonomiyaki, which is made by putting various vegetables on the batter Pancakes, and sushi, and #%&$*—”

Looking at the delicacies on the table, Xia Tian was speechless.I bought too much! "Uh, you bought too much and I can't eat it, you haven't eaten it yet, you can take half of it and eat it!"

After thanking him personally, he took half of the delicious food on the table and walked back to his own room.Xia Tian also picked up the chopsticks and tasted it. He thought the sushi was delicious, but why did he eat it with soy sauce?The octopus balls have a slight fishy smell, and the salad dressing and tomato sauce on top neutralize the fishy smell. This is Japanese Okonomiyaki. . .Xia Tian feels that it is not yet cooked, and the batter inside is still sticky *$%&#. . . . (Please make up your own brain for the following, the author has never eaten Japanese-style stuff)