"Yeah, I'm not polite."

Wang Ruoxi stuck out his tongue, obviously when he realized it, he didn't pretend to be fine. He didn't carry anything with a hat.

So Lin Xiaotian stood here and waited for someone.

This is an inland high-speed rail, but Lin Xiaotian only raised a sign, which looks very alternative.

Many people looked at Lin Xiaotian.

Ordinary people must understand that the person who comes by taking the high-speed train from the inland is a Chinese, but the person who picks up the person holding a sign. Could it be that the person who picks up the person is a foreigner?

Is his name written on it?

But no matter how this person looks like a foreigner?

Could it be a Japanese?

It's 2015 now, and it happened that I caught a fishing incident around this time, so some people started to talk about it.

Lin Xiaotian also heard the discussion and seemed speechless, but he didn't say much.

It's impossible not to let people talk about it?

At this moment, a little yellow-haired man in Shamatt style came over, snatching 20,000 or 50,000 steps and hanging a cigarette.

He patted Lin Xiaotian on the shoulder.

"Brother, are you from Japan?"

"I'm you paralyzed, get out!"

Lin Xiaotian frowned and cursed impatiently.
Chapter completed!