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Everyone got out of the car at Xia Jinyuan's command, except Ye Jian, who was stopped by Xia Jinyuan.
He slammed the door shut, then trotted around the front of the car to the passenger seat. As he ran, he took out a pair of sunglasses and put them on. He opened the door and stretched out his left hand in a gentlemanly manner. His deep eyes behind the sunglasses were stern. He said, "Ma'am, you should be helped out of the car."
Using gentlemanly disguised movements to cover up his fierce temperament, Ye Jian knew that he was disguising himself.
He had a large floral scarf wrapped around his head that covered his face, and he wore sunglasses. He was tall and big, and at first glance he didn't look like a Chinese man, nor did he look like the Captain Xia she knew.
Looking at the left hand extended to her, Ye Jian cooperated very well, revealing a woman's arrogance. She only coordinated with her words and expression, but not her body movements. "So gentlemanly? It's a pity that I'm not a delicate princess. Sorry, I don't need your support." As she spoke, she slapped away Xia Jinyuan's extended left hand and got out of the car on her own.
He didn't look like he was just holding her hand, but rather like he would carry her down at any time!
The thin-skinned Ye Jian knew that this was a disguised cooperation, but she could also choose the cooperation between a man and a woman that was natural, yet showed the woman's arrogance.
Just like now, slapping his hand away, walking past him, with chin slightly raised, towards the hotel door.
This change was quite exciting, and the comrades watching thought that Bluebird would definitely cooperate with Q King's disguise, but they didn't expect that he would use a better way of cooperation, allowing them to see Q King being defeated.
In front, Ye Jian said calmly, "What are you standing there for? Why don't you catch up?" She spoke with a very pure American accent.
Z7 finally couldn't hold back and laughed out loud.
Xia Jinyuan, who was embarrassed, clapped his hands and said casually, "Okay, you guys pay attention to your surroundings, Ye Jian and I will go in first." Then he quickly chased after them, holding Ye Jian's hand and walked towards the hotel entrance.
This time, Ye Jian did not slap his hand away. After cooperating with Xia Jinyuan on so many missions, Ye Jian knew exactly when to joke and when to cooperate with Xia Jinyuan in disguise.
No one was paying attention to her just now, so she didn't cooperate. Now that she has entered some people's sight, she naturally has to cooperate.
She looked around the hotel and was surprised to find no standard waiter at the door.
Because it's a war-torn country, they don't even hire waiters?
Ye Jian, who was thinking casually in her mind, followed Xia Jinyuan through the brightly polished glass door and entered the hotel lobby full of rough Marceau style.
The hotel receptionist was a tall, blue-eyed, blond-haired, handsome white guy. It was indeed rare to see white people in a country like Africa.
When the young man saw Xia Jinyuan and Ye Jian, he did not greet them in Maso, but asked in a standard London accent: "Excuse me! Is there anything I can help you with?"
It would be easy if there was someone who could speak English. Xia Jinyuan, wearing sunglasses, half leaned against the front desk, raised his hand, took off his sunglasses gracefully, and asked with a pure American accent, "Excuse me, do you have any suites here? We want the best suite."
A young African-American man wearing a sports suit, who looked like a waiter but not quite a waiter, came in from outside, walked directly to the front desk, and said a few words to the handsome white guy at the front desk in Arabic.
Masao, Arabic... Ye Jian couldn't understand any of them.
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