After sweeping over this look, seeing that a group of women were all imposed on the detent, Simon quickly patted the magazine on his knee: "Come on, sit down, let me wait for so long, let me carefully review it first."

The four women only came back to their souls.

When he walked towards Simon, his posture was obviously different. Da Shuangzi was really guilty, and Qiong Chen was happy. Ms. Yang... or I don’t know if it was Miss Yang. While looking at Simon boldly, she also had a clear desire to try.

Three women came to the sofa, and Da Shuangzi sat next to Simon. Qiong Chen quietly stepped down and grabbed the single sofa next to Simon. Finally, Ms. Yang was wandering around the empty seat of the sofa and the single sofa next to the other, and chose a single sofa that was easier for men to see.

The last female servant stood beside her obediently, and she had no intention of sitting down.

However, compared to the girl who was scared just now, this tall and beautiful girl with a melon-shaped face has a much more agile eyes. The position she chose was also the closest position to the man in the middle of the sofa where Simon and Joan Chen were, and she was quite bold.

Such an obvious comparison made Simon forget to question Dashuangzi around him, and turned to the girl, and also in Chinese: "What's your name?"

Seeing the big man looking up at him, the girl quickly bowed down and said respectfully: "Mr. Westeros, my name is Wendiao, Wendiao, Wendiao, Butterfly," After saying this, the girl paused and added: "Mr. Westeros, you speak Chinese so well."

"Really," Simon asked back deliberately, and said with a smile: "But I seem to have forgotten how to write butterfly's butterfly, you teach me?"

When the girl heard the man say this, her body immediately lowered a little, half-squatted down, and gave birth to a small, delicate and white hand. She was about to gesture on the armrest of the sofa, when she saw the man reaching out a big hand, she quickly reached out to hold it carefully. While writing and painting on Simon's palm, she explained with a serious expression: "It's like this, Mr. Westeros, beside the insect, and then, above is the world of the world, and below is the wood of wood, which is easy to remember."

"Oh," Simon nodded and said again: "Your hands are beautiful."

The girl showed a flattered expression, and could tell that she wanted to blush, but unfortunately she failed and said skillfully: "Thank you."

As he said that, the white index finger continued to outline the man's palm, without leaving, obviously looking forward to something.
Chapter completed!