182. Go to Kamakura to meet Hoshi to see the chairman
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October has arrived as promised.
After the shower, the sky is clear.
The crows of crows are transmitted to the senses along with the sunlight pouring in from the curtains.
"Ah~"
Fujiwara Izaya yawned and opened his eyes from the bed.
With his increasingly keen hearing, he could vaguely hear the sound of bicycles in the distance, people's conversations, the weather forecast on the radio, and maybe even the sound of toasting bread. Of course, the sound that made him feel happiest
, it was the sound of the young and beautiful wife's breathing, clinging closely to him as she slept soundly.
Use your hands hard.
The slender Mrs. Mei Ke was held in his arms.
Kawashima Miji's eyelids twitched slightly.
She must have woken up, but she didn't open her eyes.
"Wake up, madam..." Fujiwara Izaya hugged her waist and buried his face in her hair, "The operation was successful. You have become a boy."
Kawashima Meiji opened her eyes instantly.
Subconsciously, I touched my upper and lower body with my hands to confirm the important parts.
"Hoo~"
He breathed a sigh of relief.
Then, she glared at Fujiwara Izaya with a strong anger. She struggled to break free from his arms, stretched out her hands to rub her eyes while sitting in the mesmerizing lake, then sniffed and looked out the window.
Today is a sunny autumn day, and the bright morning light washes every corner of the world.
"Such good weather cannot be wasted." Fujiwara Izaya held his hand.
Kawashima Miji fell into his arms, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but turn up slightly.
Fujiwara Izaya's fingertips slowly slid along the groove of her back.
She raised her gaze slightly, her round face looked charming, she didn't speak, she just smiled.
Just woke up, the beautiful and stunning oval face, the bud-like lips are very tempting. Fujiwara Izaya put his lips close to him, Kawashima Miji dotingly pressed his head on the pillow, and then took the initiative to lower his head to admire
gave him a kiss.
After parting her lips, she gently bumped her forehead against Fujiwara Izaya's.
"Are you so energetic early in the morning?"
"Reporting to Madam, the recovery is going well. The energy bar is currently at full level and ready to be ejected from the warehouse at any time!" Fujiwara Izaya said, and pecked her red mouth again.
"ah!"
Kawashima Meiji pretended to be surprised.
Then, as if her whole body had lost all strength, she clung limply to his arms and said coquettishly: "Big bad guy!"
Fujiwara Izaya hugged her tightly and pressed his lips to her black hair that smelled of roses: "Today is Sunday, can you stay in bed all day?"
Being embraced by the boy's broad arms, Kawashima Miji still had lingering lingering feelings in her body, her whole body was tired, and she still had the feeling of floating with the waves.
"Oh, it won't work..." She sighed lazily and helped Fujiwara Izaya to sit up.
"Do you have anything to do?" Fujiwara Izaya asked.
"At the beginning of today, the Onnyang Residence will hold a regular meeting. As an acting director, how can Asakusa Shrine not be attended by anyone?" Kawashima Miji looked at him with both fondness and reproach.
Fujiwara Izaya shut up immediately.
"Why aren't you talking?" Kawashima Meiji asked with a smile.
At this time, she had no hair, and her snow-white plump areas raised Fujiwara Izaya's gaze high. Her black hair was scattered on her shoulders and back in a streamlined shape like a waterfall, her slender and soft waist, her charming and sexy lips...
Fujiwara Izaya just watched and didn't speak at all.
"Are you afraid that I will kick you out of the regular meeting?" Kawashima Meiji asked with a smile.
While looking at her little husband with her affectionate eyes, she raised her white wrists, rolled up her hair, picked up the hair tie from the bedside table and flexibly tied it into a ponytail. Because of the movement of her arms, Mount Fuji's
The mountain is even more majestic.
"I'm not afraid, I can do anything for my wife." Fujiwara Izaya said seriously.
Kawashima Miji rolled her eyes at him.
"I know you hate crowded places, so I'll just help you attend. Just wait for me at home."
After tying up her hair, she was a little less lazy and beautiful, but a little more dazzling and capable. Fujiwara Izaya felt moved in his heart and hugged her tightly again: "Marrying Mrs. Meiji is the best thing in my life."
The greatest blessing.”
"You're getting an advantage!"
Kawashima Meiji looked very proud.
After the two struggled on the bed for a while, she sat in front of the mirror and combed her hair, with her back curved beautifully and voluptuously.
"Bring me that dress," she said.
"Which one do you want?"
"Whatever, I have to wash up later. Just wear something that can cover your body at home."
Fujiwara Izaya casually took the bathrobe she had dropped on the floor and draped it behind her back. After Kawashima Miki opened her arms and put on the bathrobe, she turned to face him and opened the collar of the bathrobe, revealing her delicate white collarbones.
"I'll give you one last look and I'll make you want to die." She said delicately.
Fujiwara Izaya hugged her from behind and kissed her round earlobe with his lips: "While there is still time, I'll deal with you first!"
"Stop making trouble, I'm rushing out..." Miji Kawashima was ticklish, hunched her shoulders and pushed his face away, "You're going to Kamakura, if you keep tossing me, you'll be late..."
"The Sword Comes"
"Kamakura?"
"Yes, go to Hachimangu Shrine, Chairman Hoshimi's place..."
"Let me go!"
"Eh?"
Kawashima Meiji suddenly turned around and stared at him with a dangerous look.
"I'm afraid that I'm tired of Mrs. Miji, so let me go and make memories of this long journey." Fujiwara Izaya said very thoughtfully, and kissed her soft face, "Yamagami-sama loves you.
.”
Kawashima Miji smiled coldly.
A moment later, a miserable scream echoed in the room.
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After leaving the room, Fujiwara Izaya limped downstairs.
Yukino Riho was sitting under the wind chimes on the eaves of the verandah, eating breakfast. Xuebao was beside her, looking at her face in trance.
Hear footsteps.
Yukino Riho turned around and looked.
In the bright morning light, Fujiwara Izaya was looking at her with a smile.
"What's wrong?" Yukino Riho noticed something twisted on his face.
"I was bitten by Meiji a few times." Fujiwara Izaya covered his crotch and walked over in pain.
bite?
Yukino Riho looked at the place covered by his hands, and her face subconsciously turned red.
She also bit her when she turned into a snow girl.
This kind of thing can be done with the Yuki-onna's condition, but not with the stupid woman. The stupid woman is just a shy ordinary woman in her twenties.
Very cute.
"It's not what you think, it's a real bite!" Fujiwara Izaya's forehead was so painful that he was sweating, "I bit it and blood came out, no joke."
"ah?"
Yukino Riho, whose face was red, realized that she had thought wrongly.
Not daring to speak, she closed her eyes shyly, and golden particles floated around her. Her top was snow-white, and her long skirt was green. The white top and green bottom were like a lot of white snow on the grass, which looked very moving.
"But if you think so, just come directly." Fujiwara Izaya hugged her over.
The snow girl came closer curiously.
However, before Olaf could understand what they were going to do, the owner took a popsicle and stuffed it into Olaf's mouth, preventing her from continuing to watch.
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Kamakura Hachimangu Shrine.
"ah--"
Mrs. Kasahara stretched her waist.
The close-fitting shirt slid up, revealing her smooth and soft belly.
When facing her best friend in private, her face was as innocent and charming as ever, and her thin white fingers were boringly playing with the sunglasses in her hand. Mrs. Hoshimi on the side was concentrating on her practice.
There are seals on the fingertips, and divine power is lingering.
"Hey, Yako, you're so boring." Mrs. Kasahara came over and played with her black hair with a smile on her face.
Mrs. Hoshimi opened her eyes and looked at her best friend with an expression of impatience and disgust.
"Where should we go with Fujiwara-kun today..." Mrs. Kasahara curled her long hair.
"How could that lazy guy come here?" Mrs. Hoshimi took her hair back.
"It would definitely not happen if it were anyone else, but not necessarily with Yako." Mrs. Kasahara put her arms around her best friend, and whispered into her ear with her lips close to her, "Our handsome son-in-law likes the young and beautiful single mother-in-law the most.
"
"Bullshit."
Mrs. Hoshimi’s voice was cold and clear.
"It's almost time, let's go pick him up." Mrs. Kasahara took her best friend's hand and ran towards the door.
Kamakura Hachimangu Shrine is crowded with tourists on weekends.
Families, couples, children, puppies and kittens are all enjoying themselves this autumn.
The hills behind have been dyed red with maple leaves.
Two women with supreme power were running in the shrine under the golden ginkgo leaves. Occasionally, a cool autumn breeze would blow by, and the fallen leaves were spinning around them like dandelions. The passing tourists looked at their figures with admiration.
, like looking at an unreachable goddess.
At the entrance, Fujiwara Izaya slowly walked in.
Wearing a well-made suit, he had a dark brown plaid handkerchief stuck in his breast pocket. He had a smile on his lips and a high-spirited look, as funny as a gentleman from the Meiji era.
From a distance, he saw the two chairman running towards him.
Mrs. Kasahara turned sideways and said something to Mrs. Hoshimi. Fujiwara Izaya guessed that it was probably "Look, I'll tell him he will come." After saying that, she laughed so hard that she couldn't stand up. Mrs. Hoshimi also covered her head with the back of one hand.
While pouting, he couldn't help but laugh, and at the same time, he didn't forget to lift his skirt with his other hand.
One is a noble and delicate peony.
One is a beautiful and elegant orchid.
These two beautiful flowers were playing among the golden ginkgo leaves in the sky, whispering whispers about the boy. When they laughed together, the beauty of the whole world was concentrated in Fujiwara Izaya's eyes.
He took steps forward and walked towards the two chairman.
This is Kamakura Hachimangu Shrine, a large shrine where Chairman Hoshimi has absolute dominance. She is wearing a noble bright yellow palace dress, with a noble and cool temperament, as if she was the wife of a shogun in the shogunate era.
"Meet the Chairman!" Fujiwara Izaya bowed in front of her willingly.
Chairman Hoshimi let go of his hand and looked at him with a gentle expression.
With her head lowered, Fujiwara Izaya could hear the sound of her skirt falling to the ground, and the clear voice of her and Rinko-senpai's voices.
"You came back from Nan Yin Dou, and you haven't shown your face for almost a month." Chairman Hoshimi said lightly.
"In the past month, I have been practicing hard every day in order to come to Kamakura to see you in the best possible way." Fujiwara Izaya straightened his back, showing his confident demeanor, "Now you see me
, to the new and powerful me!”
Chairman Hoshimi smiled dullly.
The sun shines on the bodies of the three people, refracting dazzling light.
The high-spirited and confident young man became somewhat sexy in the eyes of the young lady. His handsome eyebrows, deep eyes, straight bridge of nose, and innocent lips all made the lady feel pleasing to the eye, and he was indeed the perfect choice for son-in-law.
"Well, haha..."
Mrs. Kasahara kept snickering, and finally she couldn't bear it anymore, so she buried her face in her best friend's shoulder and laughed loudly.
"Why are you laughing?" Mrs. Hoshimi looked at her puzzled.
"Let me tell you, I have been going every night for the past month..."
"Ahem!"
Fujiwara Izaya coughed loudly.
This aunt named Jizi, please talk to me and check the occasion!
Mrs. Kasahara changed the subject: "I have been supervising her practice every night for the past month."
"He has always been very diligent." Mrs. Hoshimi looked at the boy with a smile.
She is indeed very diligent in teasing her mother-in-law... Mrs. Kasahara rested her chin on Mrs. Hoshimi's shoulder, looking at him with the same charming smile: "Young Master, you have already said hello to Chairman Hoshimi, don't you need to say hello to Chairman Kasahara?"
"No, no, no, this is wrong, it's too intrusive." Mrs. Kasahara's chin was still resting on her best friend's shoulder, "You can do this to Yako, but you have to be more intimate with me."
"What is closer?"
"Of course it's a hug, my little master."
With that said, Mrs. Kasahara let go of her best friend and opened her hands towards him in a cute gesture of "wanting a hug."
"You're still pretending to be young despite your age." Mrs. Hoshimi teased her.
However, the next second, Fujiwara Izaya stretched out his hand.
He hugged Mrs. Kasahara's slender and soft body through the delicate women's shirt, and then asked helplessly: "Is this okay?"
"?"
Mrs. Hoshimi's eyes widened.
"Did you see that?" Mrs. Kasahara looked at her best friend with a proud look on her face, "My dear Miss Yako, without knowing it, you have lost too much."
"What's going on?" Mrs. Hoshimi put away her shock and looked at Fujiwara Izaya with a gentle face, like a loving goddess about to listen to the confession of a believer.
"Aunt Himeko is acting!" Fujiwara Izaya said calmly.
"You don't admit it, do you?" Mrs. Kasahara asked angrily.
"Where did the account come from?"
"Don't deny it, I know you very well."
"How long will you two hold each other?" Mrs. Hoshimi stared at them coldly and suspiciously.
Only then did Mrs. Kasahara let go of Fujiwara Izaya's hand.
Under the particularly serious gaze of her best friend this time, she casually smoothed the hair around her ears, and then lowered her hands as if they had nowhere to put them, trying to put them into her pockets.
It's a pity that the shirt has no pockets.
After realizing this problem, Mrs. Kasahara crossed her arms instead.
Her delicate and charming face was raised up, looking towards the clear autumn sky through the gaps between the golden apricot leaves.
"Himeko?"
"What?"
"You... can actually blush?" Mrs. Hoshimi felt that all her views had collapsed.
"Shh~"
Mrs. Kasahara whistled.
Her face was indeed a little red, and she seemed to be whistling calmly and with a cute guilty conscience.
"I don't understand what happened to you..." Mrs. Hoshimi looked helpless.
"She and I are a family, and the relationship must be very close." Fujiwara Izaya took the initiative to explain.
Mrs. Xingxue's bright brain immediately thought of the reason, and sighed with regret: "It turns out that Xiangxiang won."
Regarding this sentence, for a moment, both Fujiwara Izaya and Kasahara Himeko were silent and mourned in their hearts: Wuwu, my Xiangxiang is so miserable...
"Forget it, let you young people handle your affairs." Mrs. Hoshimi sighed, turned around and looked at the building of Kamakura Hachimangu Shrine, "While the meeting is not yet started, I will take Fujiwara-kun to visit.
When Linzi comes over, you can talk to her properly, you know?"
"Understood." Fujiwara Izaya stepped forward and bent down.
At the same time, Mrs. Hoshimi also bent down, and her slender fingers, preparing to lift the hem of her skirt, inadvertently ran across the back of his hand. Looking sideways, she happened to bump into Fujiwara Izaya's bright and well-behaved smiling face, and he said, "Of course this is the case.
I’m here to help you”.
"That's fine."
Mrs. Hoshimi smiled sadly.
With a wisp of ecstatic fragrance, she turned around and walked dignifiedly among the golden colors of Ginkgo Avenue.
Her hair is black and glossy, and is elegantly coiled on the back of her head. But there are still a few strands of black hair hanging down from her cheeks, from her plump and white neck through her delicate shoulders to the less obvious outline of her chest. Her posture is dignified.
, walking steadily, Izaya Fujiwara, holding the train of her skirt, could hardly feel the shaking of her body.
The skirt was probably sprinkled with perfume, that kind of quaint musk.
Even with Fujiwara Izaya's extremely keen sense of smell, he could hardly tell whether it was her body scent or an extra perfume. When he saw her white fingertips shining in the sun as she walked, his eyes were shaken and he stumbled.
, the skirt he was holding in his hand was pulled back.
Mrs. Hingjian turned her head slightly and smiled kindly: "You know, if you come here more often in the future, you won't trip over the roads here if you get familiar with them."
The half of her face was slightly turned sideways, a few strands of hair on her temples were blowing in the wind, and her slender eyes were shining with fire-like light. The pretty bridge of her nose was almost as beautiful as that of her senior sister, but her side profile
The moment it appeared in Fujiwara Izaya's eyes, he seemed to see a rainbow.