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"Hey! Are you a Chinese? It's true that you have a little more face like a Chinese!"

"No, such a handsome man is not Japanese... But no matter how you look at him, he is very handsome!"

"That's it!"

Ming Fengcao walked leisurely, smilingly pointing Han Junyang and Shaville with the ivory-handled feather fan in his hand, and teasing, "Oh, I heard that you two handsome guys attract bees and butterflies wherever you go."

Shaville held Mingfengcao's soft and smooth little hand tightly, and curled his lips slightly: "It's good that no one sees Cao'er."

Wang Bing rolled his eyes in a disgrace: "Shaviel, you are so enough. Can you say a few words to praise your feet?"

Ming Fengcao turned his head and smiled sweetly at Wang Bing, but his smile was full of watching the show: "Does Bing'er also want such a boyfriend? I said you two, you have not had enough trouble yet? Yangyang, what's wrong with you? Have you coaxed us for so long? Have you not coaxed our little princess well?"

Han Junyang smiled slightly bitterly, with deep affection in his eyes, staring at Wang Bing, sighing slowly, intentionally or unintentionally: "It's useless to say anything, but now people are unwilling to listen."

Wang Bing turned his eyes away and looked lazy and followed Han Junyang less than half a meter beside him. In fact, she didn't like him getting so close. It was just that the four of them were playing together, and it was not a good thing to push him too far, so she tolerated it.

Seeing his beloved rejecting him like this, Han Junyang still had to smile bitterly, but he couldn't bear to be farther away from her.

Ming Fengcao looked at the awkward appearance of these two men, and really didn't know what to say, so he shook his head silently.

"The best place to enjoy the red leaves is Tongtianqiao." Shaville raised his eyes and looked towards Tongtianqiao. There were a group of people entering the temple, all walking towards Tongtianqiao in Tofuku Temple.

"Yes, we expect to take more than half an hour to walk there, finish the Tongtianqiao and the nearby area, then leave the temple, and then drive back to the hotel, and it's just about the rest time." Han Junyang followed Wang Bing and walked slowly.

Wang Bing, wearing a kimono, was so beautiful and slender. His little hand that was persistent in a delicate bamboo fan gently clenched into a small fist. It looked so cute. He really wanted to use his hand to hold it all in his palm...

"Hey, what are you doing?" Wang Bing frowned and glared at Han Junyang.

"Uh... nothing!" Han Junyang suddenly realized that when he was in a daze, he was really close to Wang Bing and held his little hand that he had coveted for a long time!

Han Junyang was stunned and immediately reacted, smiling happily and became more and more afraid, and refused to let go: "There are many people, I will lead you, don't get lost."

"I won't lose it." Wang Bing thrust his hands, unable to pull it back, and his face immediately became cold: "Let go."

She doesn't even want to touch him now...

Han Junyang felt sore, but his smile was very calm and calm, and he replied softly: "Actually, I'm afraid I'll lose it, so I lend me my hand. Bing'er is sorry for me, right?"

Wang Bing glared at Han Junyang with a beautiful eyes for a while, turned to look for Ming Fengcao for support, but found that Ming Fengcao and Shavil had already walked to more than ten meters ahead. The two of them got together with their mobile phones to take pictures, and they couldn't help but get angry.
Chapter completed!