Restart the Flying Age

The next day, when the sky was dark, Wu Tao felt an unbearable itching between his nose and sneezes, and then woke up.

Opening her eyes, An Rong, with her hair scattered, was covering her mouth and nose, trying her best to end her laugh. Her delicate body smiled and bent over, curled up like a tender shrimp, revealing the straight long legs of a girl. And smooth as a jade ankle.

In an instant, Wu Tao's index finger moved.

He stretched out his hand to pull An Rong onto the bed, turning over and pressing under him.

An Rong was caught off guard, and Yun was in chaos, looking at him with innocent eyes like a white rabbit with an unfinished smile and panic.

Can't bear it anymore.

Blame it on this undecent place~

"Lili..." Just as Wu Tao was about to start, An Rong suddenly gestured toward the door and said.

Wu Tao looked back in amazement, and saw where there was someone at the door? This cunning Rong Rong dare to deceive herself...

When he realized that he had been deceived, and then turned around, An Rong was already like a slippery loach, swiftly escaping from his armpit.

"Hee hee ha ha..." An Rong's little trick succeeded, standing in front of the door, crouching Xiaoman's waist, and laughing triumphantly.

Wu Tao jumped out of the bed barefoot and chased it out. Seeing An Rong run to Zhao Li's side, Zhao Li's little bit of resentment glanced over.

Wu Tao abruptly stopped the momentum of the pursuit, shook his head with a smirk, and reluctantly gave up the small plan of revenge.

But why is it chilly underneath?

Looking down, the little tent is so high that it doesn't leak!

Regardless of the embarrassment in front of the second girl, Wu Tao subconsciously blocked it, turned and slid back to the room.

When they returned to the living room after washing, Zhao Li and An Rong had already freshened up and waited on the sofa.

Today's Zhao Li is the protagonist. He wears black-rimmed glasses, and is a little more gentle, combined with the aura of manga creation, and blends together to give birth to some deep and beautiful taste.

Of course, not to mention their own external conditions, that prominent figure curve makes many girls envy and hate.

Go downstairs to the restaurant of the New Otani Hotel, a dazzling array of delicious food, countless, exquisite.

It is worthy of being awarded a Michelin star.

Wenhui and the others had arrived long ago, and the whole delegation was sitting together, excited about not even talking about words, and focused on dealing with various kinds of food.

As the saying goes, eat breakfast well.

This time everyone not only ate well, but was also full.

All of them rolled and shyly left, seeing Wu Tao really faceless to follow, so he had to stay far away and try not to join them.

Not long after, members of the delegation came to Akihabara's famous animation store-Toranoana.

I met with the person in charge of SUNDAY here, and then set it up with the store.

Wenhui and the others got busy, Zhao Li and Yan Kai followed suit, but no one had the courage to let Wu Tao, the boss, follow suit.

So Wu Tao went idle.

In fact, there was nothing wrong with him at the signing ceremony today.

The reason why he came here was because he had been admiring Akihabara for a long time, and he wanted to come to see and see; second, he also promised Jiang Ran to help her get her signature.

Since nothing happened, Wu Tao simply walked around in the store.

This anime-themed store, which has just been established two years ago, is not yet large in scale.

Although it has just expanded a lot recently, the space inside is only a thousand square meters, which is far from the size of an ordinary supermarket, and it has not reached the scale of full coverage of the next six floors.

However, it is in such a compact space that various shelves and counters are almost staggered.

From comics and toys to comics-related merchandise, character figures, etc., as long as you can think of things related to comics, there are only applications.

Even walking around, Wu Tao also found a book of *** paintings.

Under curiosity, I picked up a book and flipped through it. It's just that this style of painting is still a bit immature, and there is still a gap with my own taste.

An Rong followed him, watching him blatantly browse this shy cartoon, slapped her foot and walked away.

It was time to open for business in a blink of an eye.

When Wu Tao returned to the venue, there was a long queue at the door of the store.

Looking through the glass curtain wall, the long and winding line even stretched to the street and under the sun.

This hot day, this group of anime fans, is really good enough.

Soon, the signing event began, and the atmosphere on the scene suddenly became enthusiastic.

Nevertheless, the scene remained orderly and orderly.

It seems that the consciousness of Dongying people is nothing to worry about, so Wu Tao simply went back to the *** painting area to browse.

This time An Rong was determined not to confuse with him, but made him happy and quiet, and watched with relish.

No one knows himself anyway.

Until an unexpected voice rang in the ear, "Wu Tao?"

Wu Tao never expected that someone would call his name here. After looking back, he found that it was Jiang Ran and a group of about five or six foreign students behind her.

This is a bit embarrassing, "Oh, Jiang Ran, are you here?"

Jiang Ran pointed to the ergonomic notebook in his hand and said in surprise: "Are you reading adult comics?"

What kind of nonsense is this woman telling the truth? Wu Tao secretly slandered himself, but on the surface he still said solemnly: "Well, research and study."

After speaking, he saw Jiang Ran pulling his sleeves by the classmates behind him, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

This time I was a bit embarrassed.

Unexpectedly, among Jiang Ran’s classmates, a girl with short hair walked out and picked up a *** painting handily: “I think Dongying’s painting style tends to be abstract, emphasizing a contrast, but it also loses the natural beauty and coordination of a girl. Mei. What do you mean, brother Wu Tao?"

Jiang Ran introduced without losing the opportunity: "Let me introduce, she is Wu Yingying, a top financial student at Waseda University."

Listening to Wu Yingying deliberately discussing the style of the ergonomic book, Wu Tao's cramps and shame suddenly disappeared.

People are not afraid, so what are we afraid of?

Shi Shiran now said: "Oh, my sister. You are right. Dongying's style emphasizes a poor contrast and highlights individuality. I call it a cute style."

This is professional.

When Wu Yingying and Jiang Ran heard this, they suddenly felt unclear.

At least people are not looking at pornographic paintings for the sake of looking at some indescribable things. They really noticed the professionalism of painting style and expressiveness.

With that said, the male classmate behind Jiang Ran also picked up the *** painting openly and looked through it solemnly.

As for whether they are studying the style of painting ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ or looking at the shy things, it is unclear.

But Jiang Ran didn't forget what was going on, and he mentioned the autograph to Wu Tao.

Wu Tao naturally agreed, leading everyone to find Wenhui, and left the matter to be handled.

After confessing this matter, Wu Tao didn't dare to read the ergonomic notebook anymore, and simply found a place to sit down and ponder the future development of mobile phones.

Recently, I have been entangled in whether mobile phone products can make a big hit. I have focused too much on the immediate situation, but ignored the macro thinking.

After Jiang Ran and Wu Yingying got their wish, when they found Wu Tao, they saw that he was drawing a complicated fishbone picture on the notebook.

After thanking him, Jiang Ran curiously said: "By the way, Wu Tao, what kind of position do you have? How useful is your speech."

"I..." Wu Tao was wondering what to say, and Wen Hui hurriedly asked over there: "Boss, JUMP has sent someone here..."

Jiang Ran and Wu Yingying were stunned, "Boss?"