fast wear fair trade

In the end, after promising the copyright of another less well-known animation, Chairman Ishida successfully obtained 30.00% of the shares. At this time, the atmosphere was already quite stiff, and the two senior executives of Matsunichi Company could no longer laugh.

On the other hand, Zheng Xiao and Feng Yan, with a smile on their faces, talked rationally, as if they were at a friend's tea party, very at ease.

At this point in the meeting, Zheng Xiao gestured to Feng Yan by holding a teacup, accepting it as soon as it is good, and don't offend him once.

Feng Yan made it clear that Chairman Ishida's next few reasonable requests were quickly agreed to. Ishida finally regained his lost confidence, and the meeting ended in a harmonious atmosphere.

"Mr. Feng, Mr. Zheng, in order to celebrate the cooperation between Diye and Matsunichi, we will hold a reception at the sake house tomorrow, please be sure to attend." Chairman Ishida held Feng Yan's right hand and said.

Feng Yan knew that this was the habit of the Japanese company, so he readily agreed, saying: "Okay, we will be there on time."

After sending the two away, President Ishida stood for a long time and sighed.

Minister Morita asked him: "President, are you not satisfied with this cooperation?"

Ishida glanced at him, the lines on the corners of his mouth deepened, and said: "No, on the contrary, the ability to seal words is outstanding, this cooperation will definitely be a win-win situation for both parties."

"Then why are you sighing?"

Ishida shook his head and said after a long time, "It would be great if Songri Company had such talents."

hotel,

Zheng Xiao lazily enjoyed General Manager Feng's hair washing service, feeling Feng Yan's warm and gentle hands passing through his scalp, and he turned his head sideways from time to time in comfort.

After the foam washed away, Feng Yan patted his ass, "Go to the hot spring, be careful of catching a cold."

Zheng Xiao giggled, stood up from the wooden chair, the valiant little Zheng Xiao was facing Feng Yan's face, he swayed around twice triumphantly, turned around, and ran away pattering away.

Feng Yan narrowed his eyes, his mind was full of the white and tender big ass just now, he swallowed down his throat, he ignored the changes in his body, picked up the shampoo to wash his hair.

After hastily rubbing two handfuls of hair, turning on the maximum flow of water to rinse it off, he touched his face and walked towards the hot spring.

The person with his back to him was sitting by the hot spring pool, picking up the cherry blossom petals floating on the water with his hands. Hearing his footsteps, the person turned around and raised the corner of his mouth when he saw a place in front of him. , turned into a frivolous whistle.

Feng Yan's eyes were dark, he walked into the pool, met Zheng Xiao's excited eyes with implicit expectation, and bent down.

The water in the pool was rippling endlessly, occasionally opening his eyes impatiently, Zheng Xiao saw the cherry blossom petals he collected just now twisted into flower mud.

It's a pity, he thought, he managed to fish these out.

Soon, his thoughts were also smashed into fine waves by the raging waves, and he could no longer care about the cherry blossoms.

The sun shines on Zheng Xiao's red-scarred body through the white curtains, he frowned slightly, and his thick eyelashes cast fine shadows.

When Zheng Xiao woke up, he looked around and found that he was the only one in the bedroom, and there was a note on the bedside table,

"I went to the reception, take a good rest, and come back to bring you a gift.

seal"

Suddenly there was a whine in his stomach, Zheng Xiao scratched his head, looked at his phone, it was already 12 o'clock,

so hungry...

Throwing off the quilt, he wanted to get out of bed to eat something, and then discovered a sad fact, he played too hard last night, his limbs were sore and he couldn't move.

After working hard a few times, Zheng Xiao gasped and lay back on the bed, feeling his waist became more and more sore and weak. Forget it, let's go to sleep, and he won't be hungry when he falls asleep.

The roar of the stomach came from time to time, if you can fall asleep, you will be a ghost. Zheng Xiao gnawed on his fingers, thinking bitterly, leaving his beloved in the hotel, and going to the reception alone to eat delicious snacks. Secretary?

When he comes back, he must show the most severe attitude and scold him once, no, twice!

Thinking of Cao Cao, Cao Cao arrived, with a click, the door opened, Zheng Xiao looked back, is it his old Gong or who?

Zheng Xiao began to squeeze his expression, preferably so vicious that people would be afraid at first sight,

Feng Yan entered the bedroom, smiled and raised the packaging bag in his hand, "The cake for you... What's wrong with your face, cramps?"

Halfway through Zheng Xiao's ferocious expression, when he heard the word cake, he immediately turned into a sunflower blooming in the sun.

"I want to eat cake~" He stretched out his hands to hug the cake, stretched halfway, his small face turned into a look of pain, and covered his throbbing waist.

Feng Yan just took off his coat, threw it away, and ran to Zheng Xiao's side, rubbing his waist with his big hands, "Is it better?"

Zheng Xiao nodded, before he could be wronged, his eyes fell on the cake.

Feng Yan pursed his lips, held him in his arms, took out the cake, and fed him bite by bite.

Zheng Xiao is as happy as a sunflower in the sun.

After eating the cake, Feng Yan wiped his mouth with a paper towel, still holding on tightly, rubbing the stiff waist of the man in his arms with his big hands.

"sorry."

Um?Lying in Lao Gong's warm arms, Zheng Xiao, who was enjoying with his eyes closed, looked up at him in puzzlement when he heard this sentence.

Feng Yan frowned and blamed himself: "I hurt you."

When Zheng Xiao heard it, his eyes rolled around, and he said, "Then don't do it for the next two months, how about I take care of my injuries?"

Feng Yan glared at him,

Zheng Xiao shrugged and smiled: "Thought I would say it's okay, satisfying you is what I should do? Hehe, I don't want to~"

Feng Yan used his big hands hard, and Zheng Xiao softened up comfortably. He hummed: "Go on, don't stop."

Feng Yan rubbed for a while, until Zheng Xiao was about to fall asleep comfortably, and then he choked out a sentence: "One week."

Zheng Xiao: "Pfft~"

Feng Yan became angry from embarrassment, and moved down the big hand that was rubbing the waist, and grabbed the place with the most flesh.

Zheng Xiao groaned and almost jumped up, he begged for mercy.

Only then did Feng Yan let go of his hand.

The sore waist was much more comfortable after Feng Yan's massage. Zheng Xiao lifted up and pressed a kiss on the corner of Feng Yan's mouth.

Feng Yan was obviously comforted, his eyes brightened.

Zheng Xiao blinked: "I'm happy."

Feng Yan's heart throbbed, he hugged the person in his arms tightly, and kissed deeply, his arms became tighter and tighter, like chains, locking the most important person in his life.

After three days of recuperation in Japan, Zheng Xiao's waist also recovered, and the two returned by plane.

As soon as I got off the plane and got into the car driven by the driver, my phone rang.

Zheng Xiao was a little tired, and was resting on Feng Yan's lap. Feng Yan covered Zheng Xiao's ears with his hands, and picked up the phone.

The word Xiyu was displayed on the phone, he paused, and pressed the call button.

"Hey,"

"Brother Yan, are you back?" Lin Xiyu said happily,

Feng Yan hummed and asked her, "What's the matter?"

There was silence for a while, and then he said cheerfully: "No, no, Brother Yan, I just miss you. I am very happy to hear Brother Yan's voice."

Feng Yan was stunned.

Lin Xiyu always took the initiative to contact him when there was something to do. This was the first time that he would call just because he was thinking about him.

Just about to ask why, the other side already said: "Brother Yan, you just came back from a business trip, take a good rest, I will call you later, goodbye."

The phone hung up, Feng Yan looked at the screen where the call ended, his eyes darkened.

Maybe in the past he would send someone to check on Xiyu's situation, help her and comfort her immediately, but now everything is different.

Putting down the phone, Feng Yan gently stroked Zheng Xiao's black hair, he already has a lover, the person in charge of Lin Xiyu's problem is Feng Yang.