Yan Murong's head twitched when he was asked.

Why not get dressed?

Damn, I'm taking a shower and not doing laundry, why don't you put on clothes?

Listening to Yan Minghua's question, and then thinking about the waiter's eyes when he stripped himself naked, Yan Murong instantly felt that he understood something-could it be that he was taking a bath in clothes here?

Just thinking about it, I saw that Yan Minghua had taken off the bathrobe outside, and then saw that the sexy and enchanting body was wearing a red three-point swimsuit, and the little bit of cloth just covered the key parts, but the visual impact was stronger.

Yan Murong finally understood that this hot spring was different from soaking in a bathhouse.

In the bathhouse, there are all big men, who looks like something everyone knows, but it's different here, this is a mixed bath for men and women, but you need to wear a swimsuit, he just took off and jumped into the pool, I dare not say that there is no one to come, but it is definitely unprecedented.

Seeing Yan Minghua's sexy figure, Yan Murong's blood suddenly surged, and the little guy under his crotch began to move unconsciously, so frightened that he quickly covered the towel tightly with both hands, and then half-squatted and curled up in the corner of the pool, looking at Yan Minghua with an aggrieved expression, as pitiful as the expression was.

"Giggles." Seeing Yan Murong's appearance, Yan Minghua smiled and trembled, and the two balls of flesh of the white flowers wrapped in a small piece of cloth on his chest also shook one by one, looking particularly dazzling.

"Ouch, little swallow, are you trying to laugh at me?" Yan Minghua almost rolled on the ground with a smile, bending over and holding his stomach and laughing. "Y-I didn't know you were so open."

"Sister-in-law, don't laugh, okay?" Yan Murong was about to cry when she was aggrieved. "Hurry up and get me some clothes."

"Do you want to get dressed at this time?" Yan Minghua tested the temperature of the water, and then walked down the pool and said. "Don't wear it, it's quite back to nature - it's not that I haven't seen it before, it's just a little bigger now, it's actually the same."

Saying that, Yan Minghua walked straight to Yan Murong's side as if he did it on purpose, buried his sexy delicate body in the water, looked down at the towel that Yan Murong held tightly under his crotch with both hands, and said with a smile. "Hey, I said, what are you doing with it? Loosen it, let it breathe. ”

It's okay not to say it, but as soon as he said it, Yan Murong covered it tighter.

Female hooligan, this woman is a female hooligan through and through.

Yan Murong thought aggrievedly, if he didn't let go, he couldn't let go of anything, this matter was about innocence and chastity, even if—uh, even if he soaked in this pool today, he would definitely not let go.

"Sister-in-law, don't you fix me, okay?" Yan Murong moved to the side and looked at Yan Minghua with a pleading expression. "Can you just go and help me get my clothes in? Even if you don't want to go, you can help me get out and call a waiter. ”

"You are not allowed to wear it." Yan Minghua decisively refused, leaned over to Yan Murong's side again, stretched out a slender finger, gently picked up Yan Murong's chin, and said with a smile. "Come, obediently let go of the old lady."

"Not loose." Yan Murong shook his head vigorously and said with a vicious expression. "Sister-in-law, don't mess me up, if you mess me up, I can do anything."

"Huh?" Yan Minghua was stunned for a moment, and then smiled even brighter. "Okay, come, I'll see what you can do."

"I-" Yan Murong looked helpless, this woman, why didn't she have any discipline at all?

"What are you, hurry up, I'll see what you can do." Yan Minghua said urgically. "Do you want me to take the initiative to cooperate with you?"

"Sister-in-law, don't make trouble, I was wrong." Yan Murong was helpless, so he had to change his expression to pleading again, watching Yan Minghua start begging for mercy.

"Who's messing with you?" Yan Minghua did not relent. "You can do anything you say - you see, now that you're alone, you don't want to do something?"

"Damn, don't push me up." Yan Murong was furious, feeling that if she didn't do something, she would have to be forced to die by this woman's shame today.

"Oh, come on." Yan Minghua looked at Yan Murong with a shy face.

"Come on, who's afraid of whom?" Yan Murong gritted his teeth and roared, and then- and then at the moment when Yan Minghua screamed and covered his eyes, he quickly covered the little guy under his crotch with a towel, opened the door and ran out, leaving only Yan Minghua with a big white ass dangling-

Mitsui family villa, inside the gazebo.

Toshiaki Mitsui knelt at the table, sipping the sake in his glass, and in the open space outside the gazebo, several women dressed in traditional costumes of the island nation were dancing traditional dances to the music.

"Jump, go, go."

At this moment, a man's voice rang out, and then, a shiny man in a light gray suit with combed hair walked in, waved away a few maikos, and then walked into the pavilion and knelt opposite Toshiaki Mitsui.

The man is quite handsome, and he is seven or eight points similar to Mitsui Toshiaki between his eyebrows, but the whole person's temperament is 108,000 miles different from Mitsui Toshiaki.

"Why are you here?" Toshiaki Mitsui took a sip of the sake in the glass, looked at Mitsui Hidetoshi and asked.

"It's okay, just to see what you do." Mitsui smiled and grabbed a cup from the tray, poured himself a glass of sake and drank it.

"Junming, I heard that you have reached a cooperation with Huaxia's Minghua Group?" Mitsui asked with a smile.

"What do you want to say?" Toshiaki Mitsui asked in a flat tone.

"Look, what kind of attitude do you have?" Mitsui said a little unhappily, but soon, a lewd smile appeared on his face. "I heard that the chairman of the exposibly Chinese Group is very beautiful, why don't I go with you when she comes to investigate?"

It seems that he knew what Mitsui Hidetoshi wanted to say, Mitsui Toshiaki didn't have any expression on his face, but he despised it fiercely in his heart before he spoke. "Nope."

"Why?" Mitsui asked urgently. "I'm just going to check it out."

"You can't look at it." Toshiaki Mitsui decisively refused. "This collaboration is very important, and my father will not allow me to make any mistakes."

"Okay, if you want to drink, you can keep drinking." It didn't seem that he wanted to talk to Mitsui Hidetoshi, and after drinking the wine in the glass in one gulp, Mitsui Toshiaki stood up and said. "I have some things, so I'll go first."

"Hmph, what madness." Looking at Mitsui's distant figure, a disdainful smile hung on the corner of Mitsui's handsome mouth. "Let's see, see who emerges victor in the end."