100 Billion Doted On ( Machine Translation )

Ah, AH, AH, the fresh air still made people feel comfortable.

When they arrived at the appointed place, Hikaru Yamada had already been standing there waiting for a while. ​​

She walked in front of him, but he still did not recognize her. After a while, he seemed to come to a realization and asked in surprise... ...

"Ms. ... Ms. Zuo? "

She took off the scarf around her neck and said with a smile, "Mr. Yamada, long time no see! "

Hikaru Yamada did not have any expression on his face. He stammered for a long time before saying, "you... You, what you're wearing today is really... quite special. "

This set of clothes was to hide from the bodyguards. She had specially chosen the most rustic, stupidest, and the most indiscernible clothes.

Now that she saw the expression on Hikaru Yamada's face, she suddenly felt a little embarrassed.

"Hehe... this... is actually... "

"But where we're going next, I think... why don't I take you to Xingzi's company to take a look first? Although Xingzi has passed away, her brand is still there, and her clothes are still there. There should be clothes that suit you. "

Hikaru Yamada had always been the designer she admired.

Now that she heard that she could wear the clothes she designed, Zuo Aiai felt the blood in her veins boil.

She said hello before she remembered.

"But... isn't Miss Xingzi's design company in Tokyo? Are we going to Tokyo? "

Hikaru Yamada smiled "When I was in China, I moved Xingzi's things here. I can't tolerate Xingzi being too far away from me. Even if she is no longer here, I still often go back to her studio. My place is next door to her studio. "

Hikaru Yamada told them the address of the studio. It wasn't far, so they went there directly by car.

Zuo Aiai had been in a bad mood for the past few days. Now that she could see Xingzi's studio and design drawings, and even wear clothes that she had designed herself, her mood improved a lot.

However, when the two of them got into the car, the huge screen on the commercial street opposite was playing a piece of news about the Fu family's corruption and bribery. Jin Di's screen in front of Fu Yaxian occupied the entire screen.

She looked at the familiar face of the man on the screen and was a little absent-minded for a moment.

Hikaru Yamada saw the expression on her face and looked at the big screen not far away. His eyes were a little deep, as if there were tiny stars flashing in the depths of his eyes.

He frowned and quickly let go. There was no expression on his face, so he stepped on the gas pedal to the bottom.

Hikaru Yamada was a person who did not talk much. This kind of silence would make people feel very comfortable.

However, although he did not talk much, he would understand your feelings. For example, he seemed to have noticed that her mood was not very beautiful. Not long after the car drove, he turned on the Stereo and played a beautiful piano music.

She remembered that the pianist was a Korean and had held a concert in Hangzhou some time ago.

She had liked it before.

As she listened, the unhappiness in her heart seemed to fade.

"Try it. "

A hand reached out in front of her.

She looked down and saw that there was a chocolate in Hikaru Yamada's palm.

"Some time ago, a subordinate of the company went on a honeymoon trip to Hawaii and brought back some specialty products. The taste isn't bad, but I'm not really interested in sweets. In the past, the chocolate in the car was prepared for apricots, but now I'm used to having two. "