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Tortured his client flirtatious
Charlotte grimaced to see her in-laws are getting more and more days, the more she knew it was sometimes very silly and thrilling at certain times.
Miguel immediately took a shower and when he came out, his face looked lethargic. His wife had left, but his smile was perfectly fluffy when recalling their hot moment last night. Charlotte was so eager to lead their game in the middle of her perfectly rounded belly.
"Aishhh.you made me love you more, baby. I hope tonight you'll come again, I still miss you my ghost wife." Miguel muttered his own smile.
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Wira looked at his head, and smiled amusedly at the behavior of Miguel who was now hugging his wife's pillow.
"Khmmm!" Dehem Wira disrupts the fun activities for Miguel.
"Dad?" Miguel said wrongly, as if he was caught stealing something.
"Today there's a meeting with one of my grandmother's pharmaceutical company klein, daddy hope you don't forget." Wira said remembering to come back.
"Ah yeah, I almost forgot about it." Miguel smiled indistinctly. Wira shook her head slowly, the more mature the son made her worry.
"Quick wear your clothes neatly, and no longer wear a tie upside down as well as the green liquid hair oil. You're gonna make our client run away all 'cause he smelled old grandma's scent off your body." Said Wira looking seriously at the face of Miguel's rancid later often overwhelmed her face.
"Both dad.but not promise." Miguel muttered at the end of his sentence and it was still clearly heard by the father who was just about to close the door.
"Well that's not good, who told me to always look for opportunities to get close to me. Do I need to increase my ring size to look bigger and clearer in the eyes of those itchy women?" Miguel stared at his sacred ring, a ring signaled from the land of the spirits.
"Like it's too small, that's why the women can't see it right away." The man continued muttering indistinctly while staring at his wedding ring.
Not without reason Miguel bought the best brand of hair oil in his time. Urang aring with a distinctive and pungent aroma. So that women are uncomfortable when adjacent to her. Miguel also often wears clothes with origin and chooses to wear a shirt that has not been rubbed. It was on purpose, he wanted to make the women's gaze, staring at his ilfil.
But Gita and Yoga are the ones affected. Being in one car with Miguel makes both people have to hold their breath.
The smell of hair oil is also the wind oil of the dragon axe geni, making both mya in the field of severe motion sickness even in just a few minutes. So when meeting with clients, both of them are like zombies. Withstand nausea and incredible headaches.
"Sister, you don't use your beauty products anymore, do you? If so, please eat at the kitchen table. We want to have a quiet breakfast without disturbing the scent of the curse from your body, brother." Said Mercy warning, the girl stood looking at the brother with a probing look.
"Today no, sister will wear her when going off to meet a client." Reply Miguel lightly.
"Sister!" The heavy voice of Wira made Miguel lift his two fingers.
Misy looked at her husband and behind him.
"As far as you go, you'll bring your own car. Yoga and Gita let go with their own car." The final hero.
Miguel smiled complacently, "good dad." The man with an innocent smile.
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Miss Catherine looks uncomfortable sitting near Miguel, the scent that emanates from Miguel's body makes him nauseous. Regretting he had chosen to sit near the handsome man. Apparently, his handsome appearance does not match the scent of his body that he thinks is disgusting.
Miguel pursed his lips as much as possible to be ordinary, and did not forget the cool style that tends to be cold and not easily familiar.
"So how's Miss Catherine? I hope this time cooperation can make both parties not only profit, but also more compact and solid in establishing a better performance relationship." Said Gita who wanted to immediately end the session.
He had been enduring nausea since earlier, in addition to the two accents Miguel used. Now Miguel also added one more aroma therapy in his body. That is with the aroma of perfume oplosan version of the flirtatious and potbellied alay fathers.
"Ah yeah, how? Sorry, my concentration is a little bit broken. I agree with everything contained in the contract letter of our cooperation, and for the next meeting it will probably be directly in the field. There are representatives of our company who will represent to meet in person with the head of the project in the field." Catherine responded quickly to Gita's words. The woman was the same thing as the Gita, Catherine wanted to get out of there as soon as possible.
"Well then our meeting is enough to get here. Does Miss Catherine still have a lot of free time? We can add his food order." Fresh Miguel was so friendly and suddenly a cheap smile today.
Gita shuddered the country in after Yoga which immediately cut the sentence of the superior.
"I'm so full, so is the Gita. I don't know if Miss Catherine, she's probably still hungry and wants to add a few menus. Go ahead, it's just that we have to say goodbye to retreat first. There are some office workers who can't stay too long." Sela Yoga with fast sentences without pause.
Catherine glared at the words of Miguel's assistant who seemed to want to subvert her there, to die slowly due to lack of oxygen.
"Ah, that_I also can not linger, besides being very full, my work almost reached the deadline that should be completed this afternoon as well." Reject Catherine looking deathly pale.
The woman was so agitated and hoped Miguel would not mind her refusal.
"Oh, what a pity. But it's okay, all right you can go first." Miguel looked like a man who was disappointed.
"The bill let me pay for it, Mr. Miguel, then I'll pay it first. My taxi was waiting in front. Excuse me and good day." Catherine grabbed her bag and rushed out of the VIP room of the restaurant. His feeble steps since he first came now look different. Her legs she carried stepped as wide as possible to quickly get away from the place of the curse.
