Everyone got off their vehicles as Xia Jinyuan ordered them; only Ye Jian was being stopped by Xia Jinyuan from getting off the car.
“Bang,” he closed his side of the door, then jogged around the car to the co-driver’s seat; while jogging, he pulled out a pair of shades and put them on, after opening the car door, he extended his left arm, and his movements were gentlemanly, behind the shades, a pair of deep, cold eyes stared as he said: “Lady, you should let me assist you down the car.”
Using gentlemanly actions as a cover for his sharp aura, Ye Jian understood he was trying to disguise himself.
With a large floral towel over his head and covering his face, after putting on sunglasses, the tall and large man didn’t seem like an Asian no matter how he looked, nor did he look like Captain Xia she knew of.
Looking at the left hand extended towards her, Ye Jian also cooperated really well; she showed off a woman’s haughtiness, she only cooperated with her words and expressions, but she didn’t do so with her body, “So gentlemanly? Pity I’m not a delicate princess, excuse me, I don’t need your help.” While saying that, she slapped Xia Jinyuan’s extended left arm and got out of the car by herself.
He didn’t seem like he would just hold her hands. Instead, he seemed like he would carry her off the car.
The thin-skinned Ye Jian knew it was a disguise and cooperated, but she could also choose to do it in a way that naturally shows off a woman’s haughtiness in an interaction between man and woman.
Like right now, slapping his hand away, going past him, and walking towards the hotel doors with a raised chin.
The deviation from a script made things interesting, the fellow comrades who were watching all believed Blue Bird would go with Q King’s flow, who would’ve expected her to use such an amazing way to go along with him, and it allowed them to see Q King’s at a loss.
At the front, Ye Jian called out: “What are you waiting for? Keep up.” In a very proper, American accent.
Z7 couldn’t hold it in any longer; he started guffawing with his low and deep voice.
Xia Jinyuan, who was made a fool, clapped his hands and said carefreely, “Alright now, you guys pay attention to the perimeter, Ye Jian and I will be going in now.” Then he quickly jogged after her, holding arms with Ye Jian as they walked into the Hotel’s interior through its doors.
This time, Ye Jian didn’t slap his hand away, after being on so many missions with Xia Jinyuan already, she knew when it was okay to joke and when she should properly cooperate with Xia Jinyuan with their disguise, in that aspect, Ye Jian had grasped when it was proper and was extremely accurate at it.
Just now, nobody had paid attention to them, so she didn’t go along, but now that they have entered the eyes of some people, naturally, she’ll have to cooperate.
She glanced around the Hotel and was surprised to discover there weren’t any waiters stationed at the doors.
Is it because this was a war-torn country, that’s why they didn’t even hire a waiter?
With a casual thought in her head, Ye Jian walked with Xia Jinyuan through the hotel doors that had its windows wiped till shining and walked into the hotel lobby that was permeated with Somalia’s rough style.
The receptionist was a tall bloke, a handsome, Caucasian man with blue eyes and a hair of gold, Caucasian people who came to a country like Somalia in Africa, that is quite a rare occurrence.
When the lad noticed Xia Jinyuan and Ye Jian, he didn’t greet them in the Somalia language. Instead, he asked with a proper London accent: “Excuse me! Is there anything I can help you two with?”
Things would go smoothly with someone understanding English, Xia Jinyuan, who was still wearing his shades leaned on the front desk with his upper body, he raised his hand, and took off his shades with elegant moves, he spoke in an authentic American accent as he smiled: “Do you have Suites here? We want the best ones.”
A young African man in sportswear, who seemed like a waiter but wasn’t, walked in from outside; he made his way into the front desk and spoke with the Caucasian fellow in Arabic.
Somali, Arabic… Ye Jian couldn’t understand either.
