"Where does Ye Zhaosang live?" asked Fuji Aiko's agent, a man in his forties, who was about 40 years old and had an honest face for office workers.

"It's less than ten minutes from the south exit of Sanxuan Chawu Station, and it's the Morita Building."

"Sanxuan Tea House?" Fuji Aiko interrupted, "I often go to the small theater over there to see performances." Perhaps because of drinking, she felt more lively and talkative than when she first met.

"There are quite a lot of theaters over there, but although I live nearby, I have only been to the Central Theater once." Ye Zhao said, "After that, where is Cai Zisang living?"

"I just moved to Meguro District not long ago."

"If this happens, it won't be a good way..." Ye Zhao hesitated a little.

"This," Fuji Aiko's agent interrupted, "It doesn't matter. The place I live is not far from Sanxuan Tea House. After sending Ye Zhaosang, I will be able to go back soon."

"Then I'll bother Mr. Agent." Ye Zhao thanked, "After that, I haven't had the chance to ask Cai Zisang to return clothes. This time I'll ask the agent to go up and have a cup of coffee and take the coat borrowed by Cai Zisang back."

Fuji Aiko tilted her head, "Ye Jun really mentions that coat every time she meets."

"There is nothing to do about this. After all, I'm sure I'm borrowing it." Ye Zhao rubbed his nose, as if he could smell a trace of women's perfume in the car. "Did Aiko San move his house to Meguro for Miss Satoko?"

"Actually, the real home is not here. I just rented an apartment here for the convenience of Sachiko commuting." Fuji Ayako said, adding a self-deprecating sentence, "Although I am not a responsible parent, I still can't do anything to leave my daughter at home and get drunk. Sachiko and her friends went to Kyoto for a trip."

Ye Zhao was a little embarrassed, "Cai Zisang, no one mentioned this matter."

Fuji Aiko let out a little girl-like laugh. After laughing, she said lonely: "I'm afraid too."

...

When approaching Mitsui Building, Fuji Ayako's agent repeatedly confirmed through the rearview mirror several times before he spoke up and reminded: "Ayako-san, it seems that he was followed by the weekly car."

Fuji Aiko said "um" and her reaction was quite plain. Ye Zhao subconsciously looked back.

"It doesn't matter." Fuji Ayako comforted.

That's right. It's just a ride-hailing ride. When Fuji Aiko gets off the bus, the reporter will naturally retreat on his own. Having said that, the time he was following the car in the evening was "raining" the light of Sakai Insumi. Now this time, is it considered "borrowing" Fuji Aiko's light? As soon as this thought came out, Ye Zhao couldn't help but complain about himself in his heart. After all, he was a popular singer, so why didn't he have become a "warrior" consciousness?

The agent who received the reply continued driving silently. At the intersection ahead, the green signal light flashed a few times and turned red. The agent slowly stepped on the brakes.

In the rearview mirror, the weekly car follower speed also slowed down, and it kept a distance of not far or near to Fuji Aiko's car.

After the signal light turned green again, the agent started the car. As soon as he passed the intersection, the scream of the tires when the brakes suddenly broke the silence of the night.

This time, even Fuji Ayako subconsciously looked back.

"It was the weekly car that was rear-ended." The agent slowed down and observed through the rearview mirror. A rather cool red Honda NSX sports car had a "close contact" with the silver Isuzu driven by the weekly reporter.

Fuji Aiko thought for a while, "Mr. Kumaya, stop the car and go over and check the situation, and explain the situation in the car to the weekly magazine."

Only then did Ye Zhao realize that her agent’s surname was Kumaya.

Kumaya responded "Yes", pulled over and parked the car, and headed towards the scene of the accident.

Only Ye Zhao and Fuji Ayako were left in the car for a moment.

The one who broke the silence was Fuji Ayako, "Will Ye Jun be having a party with his friends tonight?"

"Yes, the agent and friends from the Underground Times, I had a few drinks together." Ye Zhao said, "After that, how did Caizisang know that I was at a party and not came out alone to play?"

"It's intuition."

"Is the legendary sixth sense of women or something?" Ye Zhao looked convinced, "It's so amazing."

Fuji Aiko smiled softly, "I'm talking nonsense. Actually, it was a small gathering with a few friends from the song industry on the second floor of TIP TAPS TIP tonight. I happened to see you when I came out to call."

"Does the bar party for singers play the singers? It sounds like it will be interesting."

"It's no different from ordinary people. They all dress casually, and they also like to mess with their relatives when they are drunk."

"That's why it's interesting!" Ye Zhao said with a smile.

Fuji Ayako asked back: "What does a rock singer party look like?"

"Well..." Ye Zhao touched his chin and thought about it, and said deliberately: "It's no different from ordinary people. Everyone dresses casually, and when they are drunk, they like to mess with their relatives."

"Hey!" Fuji Aiko scolded him with some blame.

Ye Zhao smiled happily, "Don't be surprised by Aiko-sang, that's the truth. But if you want to say something particularly worth mentioning, it was when you attended the New Year's meeting held by seniors of BEING last time, everyone sang a song together in the karaoke box in Nishiikebukuro for three hours."

"Singing a song?"

"That's right, Dakuro Mojisan also sang Aikosan's "Boy" wine."

"Where is Mr. Ye?" Fuji Aiko asked with interest.

"Sakamoto Tomisan's "Night Sakura Seven"." Ye Zhao felt a little embarrassed, "The arrangement teacher Mr. Akishi, who went with him, is a fan of Sakamoto Sakura. After listening to me, he scolded me and said that I ruined Sakamoto Sakura's song." He can still remember Akishi Masao's disgusting expression.

Fuji Ayako said happily: "I will convey this to her next time I see Toumi."

"If Sakamoto Sakamoto is angry, please remember to convey my apology." Ye Zhao turned around, put his hands together and asked Aiko Fuji. The distance was closer, and the smell of the ladies' perfume became stronger. If you identify it carefully, it was a very cold rose fragrance.

...

About ten minutes later, Mr. Kumaya returned from the accident scene and got in the car and reported to Fuji Aiko and Ye Zhao about the situation there. "It was Zhu Xingsang of GENJI and the reporter of "FRIDAY". It seemed that Zhu Xingsang had drunk a few drinks and drove again and accidentally rear-ended it. However, the people in the car were fine and had already called the police. The police came over immediately. The reporter of "FRIDAY" said that he happened to see Ye Zhaosang in the bar. He originally planned to follow him, but he didn't know that this was Aiko Sang's car. However, the reporter had promised that after the subsequent reports, there would be no word here."

Fuji Aiko nodded, "That's good."

"Is Aiko Sang a good relationship with "FRIDAY"?" Ye Zhao was a little surprised. Hearing the reporter's meaning, if he knew that this was Fuji Aiko's car, he wouldn't even follow him at the beginning.

The person in charge of the explanation was Mr. Kumaya, "Ye Zhaosang is not very clear. Unless it is a very eye-catching material, generally speaking, the weekly magazine will not pay too much attention to the private life of singers."

This is true. Compared with ordinary singers, the private lives of singers are often low-key and mysterious, and their audiences are mostly not interested in the gossip about who and what they eat today. In addition, Fuji Ayako's firm is BRUNING, the industry's number one black force, and even if they take pictures, it will be difficult to come out. The reporter will not risk being invited to have tea to earn this little achievement.

"Although I didn't get my material, Zhu Xingsang came to my door. "FRIDAY" is a big bargain this time." Ye Zhao joked and revealed the topic.

Fuji Aiko didn't want to mention that matter too much, and cooperated with him and asked, "What?"

"Just just now, I saw Zhu Xingsang chatting with a beautiful woman there. Now I am probably in his car. The beauty is on the side and then drunk and rear-end the weekly car. This is much more exciting than having nothing to do with me."

"Why did I hear the scent of gloating in your tone?"

"It's a little bit." Ye Zhao raised his right hand and gestured to Fuji Aiko with a "bitter" gesture. "How to say, for those who are invincible in this matter, I really want to see them look a little ugly. For example, when chatting with the girl who is chatting with him, I suddenly couldn't help but burp. To put it, this is also a man's jealousy..." Ye Zhao paused, because he felt that the right hand he raised was wrapped in a small, soft hand.

After a while, he slowly spoke the ending sound that represents the word "bar". He looked at Mr. Kumaya and looked ahead, as if he had not noticed what was happening here at all.

"Cai Zisang?" Ye Zhao shouted tentatively.

The soft fingers gently brushed his palms and swept over his fingertips. Then, as if nothing had happened, Fuji Aiko quickly pulled her hand back and said carelessly: "Ye Jun's hand is so beautiful, she deserves to be the one who plays the guitar."

"Ah...well." Ye Zhao responded absent-mindedly, feeling that the alcohol that had just dissipated had risen a little more, making his chest hot.

The car stopped in front of the building where Fuji Aiko lived. Mr. Kumatani looked around through the rearview mirror, "Aiko Sang, you can get off the car."

Fuji Ayako picked up the handbag that was placed next to her and pushed open the car door.

Ye Zhao moved his hand to the buckle of the seat belt, thought for a while, then withdrew his hand, and changed his words: "Cai Zisang, good night."

"Well, good night." Fuji Ayako got out of the car.
Chapter completed!