In the sweat steam room—

Han Jiaren took off her wet skirt and changed into a sweat-steamed suit and was completely "live".

The pink sweat-sweat steamed suit was wide-fitting on her. When Han Jiaren thought of the women in the locker room looking at her fingers, she felt funny.

She took the towel, raised it to the horns, put it on her head, and went to the sales office to pick up cooked eggs and sago, then found a small room, lay happily on the hot ground, moaning: "Oh, it's so comfortable - I finally got alive."

In the hall outside, Song Zhichao was wearing a blue sweat-sweat suit and mixed up with a group of people.

The Korean old ladies seemed to be very lustful and pointed at him.

"Oh, that young man is so handsome!"

"Yes, it's even more handsome than a star!"

"Look at it, he has a good figure - his long legs, his wide-shouldered bee waist, tsk!"

Korean aunties began to drool at Song Zhichao's figure.

Song Zhichao was very uncomfortable.

"I don't know where that girl Han Jiaren ran away!" Song Zhichao muttered and began to take towels to look for each room.

Places like sweat steaming rooms have many different types of rooms, with cobblestones on the ground, pine wood in the room, and body regulating functions, etc. It can be said that it is suitable for both young and old to meet various needs.

Song Zhichao finally found Han Jiaren.

Han Jiaren was holding her legs up and still stuffed eggs into her mouth. When she saw Song Zhichao coming in, she waved to him and said vaguely: "You... are here - hurry up, eat eggs!" As she said that, she got up and handed Song Zhichao a boiled egg.

Song Zhichao didn't take it. Although the boiled eggs were delicious, the taste was really not satisfactory.

Seeing that Song Zhichao refused to answer, Han Jiaren curled her lips, "Why, I dislike the things I gave you not delicious?"

Song Zhichao: "I don't like boiled eggs."

"What does not mean not to love?" Han Jiaren slammed the egg on her forehead, peeled off the skin, and handed it to Song Zhichao again: "Hey, this is something I've peeled for you with my own hands. Do you want to eat it?"

Song Zhichao: “…”

Before he could speak, Han Jiaren had already stuffed the cute egg into his mouth, "Eat it, my eldest young master! Thank you for bringing me here, otherwise I would freeze to death!"

Helplessly, Song Zhichao had to hold back and take a bite. Well, it tasted very good. It was not boiled eggs or tea eggs. I don’t know how these Koreans made them. The eggs tasted like five-spice peanuts.

"Hehe, isn't it delicious?" Han Jiaren asked with her beautiful eyes blinking.

Song Zhichao nodded, "It's okay."

"What does it mean? It's delicious. If it's not delicious, it's not delicious. How can you be so ambiguous?" Han Jiaren pouted and pretended to be angry.

Song Zhichao had an egg stuffed in his mouth, which was inconvenient to speak. Seeing that there was still samilu next to him, he pointed.

Han Jiaren gave him Ximilu.

Just by the straw, Song Zhichao took a beautiful breath, uh, it felt comfortable!

"Hehe, isn't it very comfortable?" Han Jiaren is like a roundworm in Song Zhichao's belly, knowing everything.

Song Zhichao: "Well, it's really good here."

"I just said that there are many good things in Korea. Like you, you are either working or staying at home all day long, and you are so stuffy!" As he said that, Han Jiaren took the blue towel from Song Zhichao's hand and turned it into a horn hat in just a few seconds.

Seeing that Han Jiaren was about to put this hat on her head, Song Zhichao hurriedly avoided and said, "It's so ugly."

Han Jiaren: "What does it mean to be ugly? Tom Cruise comes to Korea and wears this kind of hat in the sweat room."

"Have Tom Cruise been to South Korea?"

"Not only he is here, but Mike Jackson has also come!" Han Jiaren helped Song Zhichao put on a horn hat and bragged.

Song Zhichao: "Mike? I know him and have played basketball with him in the United States."

"Puchi!" Han Jiaren laughed, "I'll brag, you brag better than me!"

Song Zhichao did not explain to Han Jiaren that in the United States, Song Zhichao had acquired Sony and helped Mike write "Kiss Goodbye". The two of them were really friends who could talk about everything.

"If you really know Mike, do me a favor." Han Jiaren suddenly said.

“What’s the busy thing?”

"Let me get an autograph!" Han Jiaren laughed, "You said you know Mike, so it's not easy to get an autograph?"

Song Zhichao nodded: "It's not impossible to call him and ask him to mail a signature..."

Han Jiaren laughed again, "The more you say you cough, the more you get more panting - just blow it!"

Song Zhichao was speechless, "Believe it or not!"

Han Jiaren: "Tsk, it's boring!" After that, she lay on the ground again, with her head on her hands, and said to Song Zhichao: "How do you know that Lin Shiling?"

“We are partners.”

"Oh, you're doing a big business. You know the Samsung Princess Lee Fu-jin, and the Elephant Group Princess Lin Shiling, and both of them are still great beauties."

"What do you mean?" Song Zhichao sat down next to her.

Han Jiaren said in an unhappy tone: "I mean I'm lucky, I thought I'd suddenly soared into the sky, becoming an advertising model, and endorsed the advertisement of the New Century Clothing Company. Who knew that she was poured into an ice bucket and felt so heartbroken!"

"You just say anything."

"What's your relationship with that Lin Shiling?"

"Didn't you just say that we are partners."

"The genius believed!" Han Jiaren curled her lips, "She saw me like she had seen a murderer of her father, and she tortured me with such means, which shows that there must be something wrong between you two!"

"Ghost problem!" Song Zhichao was impatient, "I think you have watched too many Korean dramas."

"You are wrong! This is the sixth feeling of our women!" Han Jiaren also sat up and stared at Song Zhichao with her beautiful eyes.

Song Zhichao was angry: "So what? Not only did I know Lin Shiling, but I also had a good relationship with her. How about it, are you satisfied?"

"You bastard!" Han Jiaren suddenly beat Song Zhichao with her hands.

Song Zhichao grabbed her hand, "Are you crazy?"

"Yes, I'm crazy! Who am I you, why should I suffer this crime?" Han Jiaren's eyes turned red.

Song Zhichao sighed and let go of her hand, "If it is because of today's incident, I will apologize to you for her."

"Why did you apologize for her? Didn't you say it has nothing to do with her?"

Song Zhichao: "What do you want?"

Han Jiaren: "Okay, you apologize - but you must be sincere!"

"How can I be considered sincere?"

"For example, this is the case..." Han Jiaren suddenly threw Song Zhichao to the ground.

Han Jiaren pressed on Song Zhichao.

The eyes are facing each other and each other feel their heartbeats.

Dongdongdongdongdongdong!

Dongdongdongdongdongdong!

"What are you going to do?" Song Zhichao asked.

"What am I going to do...you know..." Han Jiaren's beautiful eyes flashed, and she slowly pressed down on Song Zhichao with her red lips.

Seeing a beautiful scene about to appear, just now—

"President Song, I bought the clothes!" The private driver Quan Wulie pushed open the door without warning and broke in.

He was carrying a clothing bag in his hand and looked very happy.
Chapter completed!