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Lin Qianchi's face did not change his color, frivolously raised the card, sniffed it on the bilingual name of Song Hye Kyo printed on the card, and smiled evilly, but his heart skipped a beat and began to shrink violently.

"Samsung Electronics Industry Corporation is the largest electronics industry group in the Khanate and is also the world's largest electronics industry manufacturer!"

"Others may not understand it, but the major of the IMF that I studied at Qinghai University is well aware of such a famous multinational company as Samsung Electronics."

"Data released by World Economic Weekly shows that Samsung Electronics' annual output value is US$149 billion. It can account for % of the Khanate's GDP. It can even be said that Samsung Electronics, a multinational company, supports the Khanate's economic lifeline."

"Hehe, you're just a big pervert...boo!"

The beauty editor-in-chief Song Hye Kyo was too excited because she was cured of the stubborn body odor that had been bothered for many years and gained love at first sight. She took the initiative to confess her outstanding identity, but saw Lin Qianchi's expression at a loss, and she felt a little disappointed.

But she still glanced at Lin Qianchi's "little friend" with a bloated belly, and strongly grabbed his wet clothes, kissed him lightly on his thin lips, and waited for him to have a thick face and wanted to respond enthusiastically, but lightning pushed away his wet body.

After she put on her large black super sunglasses to cover her beautiful jade face, she waved goodbye to him with a smile, and walked out of the turbid air-confident VIP massage room first with elegant and confident relaxed steps.

"Miss Song, are you still satisfied with the service of our body massage center?" Looking at the radiant and gorgeous beauty editor-in-chief Song Hye Kyo, the wise mature woman, Mariko, who was waiting outside the door, asked extremely respectfully after bowing deeply.

"Haha, Mr. Lin is worthy of being a gold medal masseur. His massage techniques are amazing. I am very satisfied with the effect after body massage!"

"Miss Mariko Shida also rest assured. I will post signed commentary articles based on my wonderful experience to promote your body massage center... In this way, it will not delay your busy schedule. Goodbye!"

The beauty editor-in-chief Song Hye Kyo turned against the sarcastic norm, but smiled extremely politely. Her modest and reasonable friendly attitude made Mariko Shida, the general manager of the massage center, feel happy.

After all, the beauty editor Song Hye Kyo has the dual identity of the editor-in-chief of the fashion magazine and a famous independent critic. Her personal experience and unique perspective can create a good reputation for the newly opened massage and beauty center, and thus bring a large number of female customers who pursue fashion.

"Thank you, thank you! Welcome to visit us often, please walk slowly..." Mariko Shida bowed one after another and thanked her. She respectfully sent away the beautiful editor-in-chief Song Hye Kyo. She looked mixed with joy and sorrow, and hurried back to the massage room on the second floor.

Lin Qianchi was also wearing a dry and clean massage suit, waiting for her outside the door of the VIP massage room, but he was holding a small silver-toned card tightly in his warm and white big hand.

"Miss Mariko Shida! Is Samsung Electronics Industry Company in Khanate very famous?"

Lin Qianchi and Mariko Shinda walked side by side, watching her holding a Samsung Electronics smartphone in her hand, and asked inadvertently, wanting to test whether Miss Mariko Shinda knew Song Hye Kyo's secret identity.

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