Godfather Of Champions

    The ninety-ninth chapter of the flow of time (on)

    When Twain's foot was on the floor of the Waiting Building of the Sichuan Chengdu Shuangliu Airport, he was still a little excited.

    No matter what skin he is outside, his heart is made by China.  Now,Is he also a homecomer?

    This feeling is really difficult to describe. After some inexplicable crossing, he returned to China Sichuan Chengdu in 2004 with a brand new identity.  When he was chatting on the plane with a pretty stewardess with a familiar, unaccented Mandarin, it caught the attention of many passengers on the plane.  Even Shania, next to him, looked at Twain with a very strange and admiring look – she didn't think Twain would speak a fluent Chinese.

    Twain was very proud of her heart and said, "I haven’t said anything fluent in Sichuan!

    From the airport, Twain took the equally striking Shania and waited in the taxi line, and the staff next to him advised them to take the Airport bus in English.   Twain politely declined his goodwill in Chinese and went straight to a taxi.

    He can take the Airport bus every time, don't know where the car will go, or make a taxi convenient, say a destination, go straight.

    Seeing a foreigner, and a big and a small, a man and a woman, still beautiful…The taxi driver was very enthusiastic and helped them put their luggage into the trunk.  The staff who suggested that they took the Airport bus went up to register Twain's destination for their trip and then waved it.

    "Master, Sichuan Hotel.  Twain is very familiar with…In fact, he knows a little about the Chengdu Hotel. The Sichuan Hotel is always seen when you go shopping around the Chunxi Road to see beautiful women, and you can also take a taxi there. It is one of the few that he has the impression. One.

    When Twain heard the name of the place in Chinese, the taxi driver looked back at him with amazement.  Twain smiled at him and opened his mouth to make the driver more shocked: "I am also a Sichuanese."  Drive, master.  He used the pronunciation of Sichuan.

    The driver twisted his head back and listened to the car.

    Twain turned his eyes to Shania.

    Although she couldn't understand what Twain said, Shania could understand something from the driver's face and subsequent reactions. She buried her head in the arms of Totoro Doll who never left, eating and laughing.

    It went well all the way, maybe because Twain had a hand to stop the driver.  There is no detour, no pockets, and the price on the timer is reasonable after arriving at the location.  After paying the car and giving another tip, Twain got off with Shania and immediately the doorman came up to take luggage and lead the way.

    Be honest…If not a doorman.  Twain, I am afraid that I don't know how to go. He has never been to the Lijiang Hotel before, and he does not know where to go to open the house.

    The doorman took them to the front desk and Twain gave tips as usual.  Then I looked at the warm and smiling front desk Miss, and made a mistake – how to open this room?

    He is a man, Shania is a woman, and men and women are different.  They deserve to open two rooms.  However,Why is his heart not too willing to use this program? Two people live in two standard rooms, how empty and empty, and more waste…It is not convenient to take care of each other.

    Seeing Twain eating and not talking, the front desk Miss asked in English: "What can I do, Mr.?"

    Twain frowned: "Speak Chinese, I can understand.  ”

    Seeing the expression of the beautiful Miss, Shania laughed again by burying her head in Totoro.

    Shania's Mr.
Remind Twain that he is a bit rude.  So he immediately rushed to the other side and smiled: "Sorry.  I can speak Chinese.  Can understand, no problem…Oh, I want to open…"

    Perhaps it was cute to Shania, or to please foreigners, the young front desk Miss looked at Shania and smiled: "It doesn't matter, Mr..  Is this your daughter? It’s beautiful! Can you open a room? ”

    This question is very good, Twain follows the steps: "Yes, one…We want one.  He looked back at Shania.  She does not understand Chinese and she has no interest in this dialogue.  She was turning to look curiously at the people coming and going in the hall.  Most of them are Chinese with yellow skin and black hair, except for skin color.  She feels that these people and themselves seem to be.

    Although there is a part of China's bloodline in their bodies, these people say that they simply don't understand the language, just like two people in completely different worlds.  Seeing Twain fluently communicating with others, Shania frowned.  She also wants to learn Chinese. At the very least, at this time, she will not give birth to a feeling of being excluded.

    The money was paid and the waiter took them to the room.  Shania didn't raise any objection to the arrangement of a room. Twain was a little nervous. He saw that Shania had no problem, and he was relieved…

    To be honest, although Shania is still a child, she can be a little smaller than her chest. In other respects, she is almost the same as those in her twenties.  When Shania was at his house, they would not sleep in a room…Now at the hotel…

    The waiter was tipped and the young guy who had a strong interest in Shania was sent away.  Twain refers to the bathroom: "Go take a shower, Shania.  ”

    Shania went to obediently.  Later, Twain listened to the sound of the water coming from the bathroom and gradually went away.

    In fact, he doesn't quite understand why Shania likes to be with her own…Just arrived in United Kingdom, went to Newcastle and reported to her aunt's house, and ran to Nottingham to find herself.  The moment she saw her, Twain admitted that she was also very happy.  This little child has something to ask for…Specifically, he can't say it. In short, he doesn't bother with Shania, but he is very comfortable.  When I was in a bad mood, I saw Shania, a lively, and I couldn’t help but smile on my face…Maybe this is the reason.

    "I washed, Uncle Tony!"Shania wiped her hair with a towel and walked out.  Twain looked back at her and saw a flower in front of her eyes.

    A small yellow sling on the upper body, revealing a convex clavicle, a slender and tender neck…Below is an ultra-short jeans that just wraps around the buttocks. The two slender legs are unobstructed.

    Even though Shania was only fourteen years old, Twain couldn't help but speed up.