Chapter 1335

again and again in the living room.Ye Chen said a few perfunctory words, and then asked, "Dad, I heard that there is a finale treasure in Zhenbao Pavilion's auction, isn't it""Yes." Xiao Changkun did...Chapter 1335

when Ito Keiko agreed, Hirohiko Ito's voice softened a little. He asked, "Caiceko, have you had lunch"

Ito Caizi truthfully replied, "my father, I have been training since I came back from the gym. I haven't had lunch yet."

Yoshihiko Ito said, "that's very good. I think it's already noon. Why don't you just leave Jiro Kobayashi for lunch at your place, which is a way of hospitality for your father."

"keep him for lunch"

Ito Kaizi is a little reluctant.

she is a girl with a relatively cold personality, and since her small family taught her female etiquette, she has kept her at a sufficient distance from the men outside. In addition, she has been obsessed with martial arts for many years, so she has little contact with men.

apart from her own family, she has never had dinner with a young man in private, and even her assistant, Koichi Tanaka, has never had a chance to have dinner with her.

however, she could also recognize the toughness in her father's tone and knew that it might be useless to object, so she opened her mouth and said, "good father, Kaiko knows."

Yoshihiko Ito said with satisfaction: "Caizi, the family has a very important cooperation with Kobayashi Pharmaceuticals in progress, so don't neglect each other, do you understand"

Ito Caizi said hurriedly, "I see, Father."

hung up the phone, Ito Caiko sighed helplessly. She called Hiroshi Tanaka and said to him, "Sang Tanaka, please entertain Mr. Kobayashi first. I'm sweating from practice. I need to take a bath first."

Hiroshi Tanaka hurriedly agreed and said to Jiro Kobayashi, "just a moment, Mr. Kobayashi, please. Our eldest lady needs to take a shower. We'll be there soon."

when Jiro Kobayashi heard that Keiko Ito was willing to see him, he was excited at the bottom of his heart, but on the surface, he said lightly, "Yes, Mr. Tanaka, I'm waiting for Miss Ito."

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Ten minutes later, Ito Kaizi, who had taken a shower, changed into a simple Japanese family suit.

at this time, she can no longer see the trace of practicing martial arts for many years, and she is completely a gentle traditional Japanese woman.

Hiroshi Tanaka accompanied Jiro Kobayashi to the presidential suite of Ito Keiko. As soon as Kobayashi saw Keiko, he was shocked!

he can't help but marvel in his heart, Oh, my God! Why does this woman grow up so beautiful So pure!

her eyes are clear and bright, like a work of art carefully carved from heaven, her goose-egg-like face is flawless, her delicate nose tip is like the treasure of the world, and her thin lips as pink as cherry blossoms are delicate and attractive.

in the eyes of Jiro Kobayashi, she is like the crystal-clear water of Tianchi on the top of a snowy mountain, dignified, quiet, gentle, and somewhat cold.

on this side, Jiro Kobayashi fell deeply in love with this woman and swore secretly in his heart: "No matter what, you must marry her!" I wouldn't hesitate to join the Ito family. Because apart from her, there is no such perfect woman in this world! "

Jiro Kobayashi tried desperately to suppress his deep-seated desire for Ito Keiko, but he still saw in his eyes a touch of desire that could not be suppressed.

this made her feel a little disgusted. She felt that Jiro Kobayashi's eyes were like a drop of meat lard dripping into a good cup of tea.

however, it was difficult for her to show her disgust, so she could only say politely, "I'm sorry to have kept you waiting, Mr. Kobayashi."

Jiro Kobayashi hurriedly waved his hand and said, "No, Miss Ito doesn't have to be so polite. I take the liberty of coming to the door, but it's a sudden act, and please don't mind."not to cause trouble to others.so Song Wanting, Shi Tianqi, Qin Gang, Wang Zhenggang and Hong Wuye all respectfully bid farewell to Ye Chen.when Ye Chen first sent them out the door, Ma Lan, his mothe...