The next day.

Claire's eyes were bloodshot, and the dark circles around them were very obvious.

"It's so rare that you actually wake up late? Don't you usually make a lot of noise?"

Lin Yimao mocked Laman. When he was in the United States, Claire used to disturb his dreams. Today it was finally his turn to wake up... to wake up Claire.

Claire sat listlessly on the bed, her peaks wrapped in white bra extremely eye-catching.

"Get dressed quickly." Not daring to look further, Lin Yimao walked to the window and pulled open the curtains. The sky was a bit gloomy, and it looked like it was going to rain. He lightly shrugged his nose and said, "You

What does this room smell like? Why is it so weird?"

Because the hotel has a high floor and there are no buildings higher than this floor around, there is no need to worry about Claire being seen by the lsp.

Except himself.

As soon as Lin Yimao finished speaking, Claire's expression changed and she looked at Lin Yimao with gritted teeth.

"Why are you looking at me like that? Don't you always like to be clean?" Lin Yimao looked at Claire strangely. This woman was staring at him and grinding her teeth, as if she wanted to eat him.

【Isn't it because your brain is broken?】

He took a step forward and wanted to touch her forehead.

Because of the long distance, Lin Yimao had to lean forward to reach it.

As soon as he put his hands on the bed, he felt wet in his hands.

"what?"

He picked it up curiously and took a look.

A piece of white cloth that seemed to be soaked in water.

Well, the pattern is quite beautiful.

It just... has a smell.

enmmmmm…

"your?"

Lin Yimao looked at Claire strangely, still holding her little panty in his hand...

"Go away..." Claire squeezed out a Chinese character from between her teeth.

Lin Yimao just left.

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At the door, Lin Yimao let out a long breath and couldn't help but sigh - [Ocean, you are all water!]

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Claire sat blankly on the bed, thinking a lot.

Today is destined to be the day when Claire is nailed to the pillar of shame.

She is the grand eldest lady of Universal Music, the king of the entertainment industry in the United States, but she was screwed by one of her artists to the point where she had to use her own hands to solve it!

If the girl she flirted with knew this, would she still lose her face?

"ah!!!"

She let out a scream of shame that she had never made before in her life!

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Nothing happened.

"The Cape Town Football Stadium was just completed in December last year and officially opened to the public in January this year."

On the green field, Claire introduced relevant information about the football field to Lin Yimao.

"It is said that the cost of the entire football field converted to your Chinese currency is 4.5 billion."

"Four and a half billion..." Lin Yimao sighed.

This football stadium is smaller than the previous Rose Bowl football stadium in Los Angeles, but it is full of technology.

Whether it is the noise-reducing transparent glass on the ceiling that can be opened and closed freely, the modern decoration of the entire stadium, or the artificial turf under your feet, they are all expensive things.

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"Isn't there a team coming to practice now?" Lin Yimao asked curiously.

"For an event like the World Cup, it is extremely difficult to adapt to the venue ten days in advance. There is still more than a month until the World Cup starts, why are you in a hurry?" Claire rolled her eyes at him.

Lin Yimao:......

[You, a person who wore your own player and national team jerseys more than a month in advance, have no right to criticize me!]

Come to think of it, Lin Yimao didn't dare to get into trouble with her right now.

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The two of them only stayed at the stadium for about ten minutes. For Lin Yimao, the empty football field did not bring him much inspiration.

You can’t let him imagine the World Cup match, right?

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On the contrary, the atmosphere outside the football stadium is much stronger than inside the football stadium.

It can be seen from the flow of people outside the venue.

The World Cup is coming soon, and tourists from out of town will come to visit this football stadium, which is known as the "most expensive".

Therefore, it also stimulated some surrounding businesses.

Many vendors selling African specialties are scattered around the football stadium, selling their specialties to passing tourists.

Some set up parasols and sold juices of various styles and cheap prices. Some carried baskets on their backs, with a net in their left hand and a net in their right hand containing distinctive wood carvings. Even worse, they carried a large wooden box with cigarettes in it.

, lighters, newspapers and colored books and CDs, etc.

Lin Yimao disagrees with those characteristic wood carvings, but Juice is interested in trying them.

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"The juices here are all squeezed from fresh fruits. There are no juices mixed with flavorings or saccharin. Of course, if you like to drink carbonated drinks, there is a KFC over there." Claire led Lin Yimao to a stall selling juice.

forward.

Lin Yimao took a look and saw that the stall was a sit-down refrigerator. The lid of the refrigerator was lifted, and there were three or four stainless steel buckets inside. In order to improve and maintain the taste of the juice, there were many ice bags around it.

The stall owner is a little African girl who looks to be only eleven or twelve years old, with iconic dark skin and braids full of trinkets.

Claire stepped forward to talk to the little African girl. English is also one of the main languages ​​in South Africa, so it is not surprising that the little girl can master it.

"There are peach juice, apple juice, orange juice and pineapple juice. Which one do you want?" Claire turned around and asked after finishing the conversation.

"Peach juice."

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Soon, the girl took out two cups, gave each of them a glass of juice in two different stainless steel buckets, and then gave them two straws.

Claire took out her wallet, wrinkled her beautiful eyebrows, then took out a five-dollar bill and handed it to the little African girl: "No need to change."

When the little girl heard this, she smiled happily, clasped her hands together and said something to Claire quickly. The words were not in English, and Lin Yimao couldn't understand what she was saying.

Claire smiled, seemingly very happy, and bumped Lin Yimao with her arm: "Let's go."

After hearing this, Lin Yimao followed and asked curiously: "What did she say? Are you so happy?"

Claire glanced at Lin Yimao and said, "Praise me for looking as dazzling as a flame."

"Is that what you said?" Lin Yimao glanced at Claire. This American girl is indeed quite beautiful.

"Wakawaka is the African Swahili word for fire, which means dazzling." Claire showed off her knowledge in a small way.

"Swahili?"

"This is the official language of the African Union and many countries. This language is used more in East Africa. It is also the only official African language I have mastered." Claire paused and said, "That little girl has good language talent and uses three African languages.

official term to praise me."

"Did you praise me?"

"What do you think?" Claire rolled her eyes again, feeling speechless at this shameless guy.

"Let's go and go shopping somewhere else."

"Wakawaka~ It's quite good, and I have mastered another impressive foreign language." Lin Yimao stood there and muttered to himself.

Mainly because this word is relatively simple...

Seeing Claire walking forward alone, Lin Yimao chased after him: "Hey, wait, can you call me some more African curses?"

Claire:…

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Chapter completed!