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The next half month was a calm day.
On October 18th, at eight o'clock in the evening, a Western restaurant in Shinjuku.
Sitting next to the window, Riho Yukino, with long hair and shawl hair, is wearing an elegant skirt and gray suit, wearing an urban beauty style. Looking from the side, she looks like the cover girl of a fashion magazine.
After the waiter put down the dinner plate, Yaeko leaned back on the sofa, crossed her beautiful legs, crossed her fingers in front of her, and looked at the snow girl whom she hadn't seen for a long time. Her delicate oval face was more crystal clear than the last time she saw it, and her facial features were exquisite.
It's like the gods have carefully adjusted it.
Her skin is as white as porcelain, and her gentle and quiet temperament has a vague maternal quality.
"What do you want to ask me for?" Yukino Riho picked up the knife and fork and cut the prawns on the plate into small pieces.
Her fingers are white and tender, like works of art carved from ice and snow.
"I mainly want to chat with you." Yaezi held the goblet with her fingers and took a sip of brandy.
Yukino Riho shook her head simply: "You and I have nothing to talk about."
"Why?" Yaeko drank brandy, "Just because I said bad things about your little boy, do you not miss our friendship for so many years?"
"Yes." Yukino Riho admitted frankly.
"As expected of a snow girl, her attitude towards relationships is quite loyal." Yaeko smiled sweetly.
The waiter brought the soup, and the conversation was interrupted. After the waiter left, the conversation resumed.
Yaeko took out two tickets and pushed them across the table: "There is a cruise ship going out to sea tomorrow night, and you and your little boy will be invited to play for free."
Yukino Riho shook her head silently.
"don't want?"
"Two pieces are missing."
Yaezi opened his mouth in surprise: "What?"
Yukino Riho didn't explain the reason, but just said: "I want four tickets, and Fujiwara decides whether to go or not."
"It turns out we are a big family..." Yaeko took two more tickets from her bag.
After collecting the tickets, Yukino Riho ate dessert and drank espresso before leaving early.
Yaeko looked out through the window and saw that after she left the store, she walked straight to the Honda Coyote under the streetlight. She said a few words to the boy, smiled and gave him a hammer on the back.
Then she put her arms around his waist and sat in the back seat.
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"Ah~"
Fujiwara Izaya yawned.
At the door of the restaurant, Yukino Riho walked out with a small cloth bag, gently stroking her bangs that were blown by the night wind. There were not many pedestrians on the street, and the brightness of the street lights was just right. She looked like a quiet and open flower.
Fresh little flowers.
"Shh~!" Fujiwara Izaya whistled and asked frivolously, "Beauty, would you like to take a scooter? I'll take you to Brazil for 300 yen!"
The passers-by around looked at him like they were crazy.
Yukino Riho's delicate face turned slightly red, and she walked over and patted him gently with her bag: "So many people are watching."
"Let them be envious." Fujiwara Izaya said proudly.
Yukino Riho rolled her eyes at him and handed him the ticket in her hand: "Yezi said she wanted to invite us to the cruise party."
The ticket has the Natsuki Foundation's logo on it.
Fujiwara Izaya wondered: "The fox has no good intentions!"
That’s right!
Including my aunt, the fox!
"Aren't you going?"
"Go home and discuss it with Fuka-Eri and Meiji."
"Well, you can make the decision." Yukino Riho sat sideways in the back seat, hugged his waist affectionately, "Take me home."
"Okay~!"
The Honda Coyote merges into traffic on the streets of Tokyo.
The street lights are as precise as clock scales, with the same spacing, as if they are extending to the end of the world with no end in sight.
Under the Asakusa Bridge, she passed by a stall selling takoyaki. Yukino Riho was greedy and asked Fujiwara Izaya to stop and buy one. The two got together by the Sumida River. She ate one by herself and then forked a handful.
He stuffed it into Fujiwara Izaya's mouth, and the corners of his mouth turned up as if an elf was leaping.
"Here, hold the takoyaki in your mouth. Don't bite it. Let me take a picture."
She held her mobile phone and asked Fujiwara Izaya to take photos of her concave figure. She moved her fingers quickly while typing, and laughed happily from time to time.
"What are you doing?" Fujiwara Izaya asked.
"Send the photo just now to Meiji." Yukino Riho adjusted her position so that her head rested on his shoulder, looking at the phone screen, "Meiji just came out of Empress. I asked her if she wanted takoyaki, and she
Say yes."
Eating takoyaki in your mouth and breathing in the cool breeze blowing through the city streets is simple and beautiful.
Fujiwara Izaya hugged her waist and suddenly thought of something in his mind.
The shoes and clothes have been made for her, so why not treat this trip to sea as a honeymoon and take the opportunity to give her gifts.
When returning home, Yukino Riho's little naughty heart suddenly began to stir.
She drove Izaya Fujiwara into the back seat... and drove the two Honda Sylvesters she had driven down the Sumida River.
"Hey, hey, hey... look at the road, hold on to the handlebars with both hands, don't hit anyone!"
"I'm looking at it, ah, it's so itchy. Put your hand on it, ah... you can't touch it until you get home!"
"I was touching randomly..." Fujiwara Izaya naturally refused to admit that he was unruly, and retorted to her seriously: "Since you have a history of rushing into the river, I have to hold you in my arms to keep your center of gravity."
"It's annoying. You're obviously just causing trouble but you still have to make excuses. If you touch it again, you'll overturn...ah——"
Before he finished speaking, the Honda Wolf staggered into the green belt.
Fujiwara Izaya hugged her waist and fell into the lawn with her. He smiled bitterly and said: "What did Honda Syaoran do wrong? Why did I have to meet a master like you? I finally got rid of you, but you became
hostess……"
"Humph, it's all your fault..."
Yukino Riho smiled in embarrassment and hit him.
Seeing her cute appearance, Fujino Izaya couldn't help but hug her a little tighter.
Under the illumination of the street lamp, her face was as delicate and fair as a freshly peeled hard-boiled egg, almost reflective.
Fujiwara Izaya just wanted to kiss her on the spot.
"Hello, please show me your ID."
A female traffic policeman in police uniform said from behind.
Yukino Riho got up in a hurry. She felt guilty because she didn't have a driver's license.
"Here, here, here." Fujiwara Izaya quickly handed over his driver's license.
"She was driving the car just now!" the female police officer said.
"Ah, I'm sorry, I won't do it next time..." Yukino Riho admitted her mistake obediently.
The female police officer wanted to say something else, but Fujiwara Izaya took out the ID of Section 9.
After taking a quick glance to confirm her identity, the female police officer saluted solemnly and then left directly.
"Huh~"
Yukino Riho patted her chest and let out a long sigh of relief.
"Scared me to death."
"Let's see if you dare to be naughty!" Fujiwara Izaya teased her and helped the scooter up.
This time, Yukino Riho didn't dare to open the door again, so she hugged his waist obediently and sat down.
The Honda Wolf restarted, and not long after it was driven, she smiled and said, "Well, I'll try again next time."
After returning home, Kawashima Miji was already in the room, busy working on the computer.
Fujiwara Izaya walked in and closed the door.
Kawashima Miki rubbed her eyes, slumped her shoulders, and put on a troubled expression on her face. Fujiwara Izaya walked in and said, "Should we go on our honeymoon?"
"Not going."
Kawashima Miji curled up her legs, as lazy as a puppy that had just woken up.
"Be good, otherwise I will go with Riho and Fuka-Eri." Fujiwara Izaya touched her forehead, as if comforting a tired puppy, Kawashima Miki waved her hand and patted him angrily: "
You're not a big or small guy..."
"You are the one who is neither big nor small!"
Fujiwara Izaya put his hands on her chest.
He used this move countless times. Kawashima Miji had expected it, and immediately reached out to hit him on the forehead. Then the two of them struggled in a ball on the chair. Soon, their clothes were messed up and their breathing became rapid.
"The ticket Yaeko gave me has the Natsuki Foundation's logo on it, so I want to take you to see it." Fujiwara Izaya said while unbuttoning her shirt.
"What are you planning, auntie?" Kawashima Meiji frowned and glared at him, but then she shook her head, "Forget it... Anyway, you have made your own decision, so you don't need to ask for my opinion."
"It's our honeymoon after all."
"You even asked other women to pay for your honeymoon. You are such a failure!" Kawashima Miji chuckled.
After laughing, she found that three buttons on her chest had been undone. She quickly stood up and said warily: "Don't even think about it!"
Fujiwara Izaya didn't say anything. He was still sitting on the chair and casually opened his hands to look at her.
"What are you doing?" Kawashima Miji stood in front of him.
"come over."
"Hey...you think I'm a pet, and I'll come soon..."
He spoke very forcefully, but the stalemate lasted for less than five seconds before Kawashima Miji sat back on his lap. The shirt that represented a capable woman was then unbuttoned, revealing her usual red and black bra. She bent her legs.
The legs are wearing black suspenders, and when the narrow skirt is lifted up, the smooth and delicate absolute area is exposed.
The two of them were curled up on the office chair, which was equivalent to her nestling in Fujiwara Izaya's arms.
"You're so heartless, you want me to run around for you all day long," Kawashima Miji rubbed her ankles and said comfortably, "My delicate feet will one day become damaged due to overuse.
It gets rough."
"Are you kidding? You are a young woman!" Fujiwara Izaya held her black silk-covered ankles with one hand and gently kneaded them. "So what if the two feet become rough? You still have six...
…”
"You only have eight legs, you bastard! Why don't you mention anything, but you just pick up the bride? I think you deliberately want to make me angry... I didn't even say you are a tengu, ah... don't mess with me!"
"Mrs. Mei Kee is so cute."
"Hey, don't mess around... I'll kill you when Risui comes in and sees you..."
In Kawashima Miki's somewhat annoyed voice, Fujiwara Izaya had already unbuttoned the buttons on her back and the hairpin on the back of her head. The black hair flowed down like a waterfall, covering her white back muscles. On Mrs. Miki's body
Her capable charm also disappeared, and the person nestled in Fujiwara Izaya's arms was no longer an empress, but a simple, young wife.
Holding her body, Fujiwara Izaya said softly: "I like Mrs. Meiji like this the most."
Kawashima Meiji gave him a symbolic roll of her eyes.
Immediately afterwards, Fujiwara Izaya lifted up the hem of her skirt with one hand and pulled away the last layer of fabric.
"Here?"
Kawashima Miji's face turned crimson.
When it was close, she said softly: "Wait...", then she knelt on the chair, with her upper body lying on the window sill, and reached out to pull the curtains. In fact, it was okay without pulling it, after all, there were only three husband and wife here.
She lives in a house, but she is still very shy in this regard.
The curtains were closed, Kawashima Miji gasped slightly, and her body suddenly softened.
"Uh... let's go back to bed..."
"No, right here."
"You know all kinds of tricks..."
"Don't worry, I'm so gentle."
As she spoke, Kawashima Meiji trembled all over and her eyelids trembled slightly: "Lie, lie... I also said you were gentle a few days ago, but in the end, I fell for you..."
After a while, Yukino Riho opened the door and came in.
She was a little confused while holding the takoyaki.
In the dim room, Kawashima Miki sat in Fujiwara Izaya's arms, her body swaying gently. Her two lotus-like calves were wrapped in black silk, and a piece of cloth embroidered with red lace hung on her left side.
The ankles of the feet are constantly swinging...
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"Ah~"
"My love has gone with the wind~"
Early the next morning, Fujiwara Izaya rode a Honda Symbol to his second home in Tokyo, humming Songs by Matsuda Seiko.
The Grand Shrine in Tokyo, which is dedicated to marriage and love, is crowded with tourists seeking fortunes.
The eaves of the worship hall extend outwards, and the incense smoke inside is lingering, and is blown away by the cold wind from time to time; there is a tall ginkgo tree in front of the hall, the leaves are swaying in the wind, and the school girl in a witch costume is counting something with a dull expression.
thing.
The clear autumn sunshine shone down, illuminating her long orange hair.
Kasahara Fuka-Eri, who was on her shift today, moved a recliner and sat next to her sister, reading "The Tale of the Heike" to her.
"Now that the Minamoto soldiers have boarded the Taira warship, the helmsmen of the boat were either shot or beheaded. Before they had time to turn the ship, they all sank to the bottom of the ship. Xinzhong Nayanzhi Shengqing arrived in a small boat.
On the emperor’s royal ship...the men of the Eastern Kingdom are so amazing, just look at them!"
When Fujiwara Izaya walked over, her reciting voice stopped.
"Why don't you continue?" he asked.
Kasahara Fukae said calmly: "I'm thirsty."
Her eyes wandered to her sister and husband for a moment, and then she deliberately set a straight face and pretended to be cold. This cold expression that could scare away many people seemed very charming to Fujiwara Izaya.
Kasahara Asuka's suspicious gaze also turned to her sister and senior.
There happened to be a group of newlyweds who were having a wedding in front of a god in the shrine. Kasahara Fuka-Eri was afraid of being seen through, so she covered her face with a book and leaned on a recliner with her eyes closed to rest.
Fujiwara Izaya moved a small stool, squeezed in and sat down between the two sisters, and the first thing he said was: "Asuka must be as beautiful as her sister in her white wedding dress."
"?"
Kasahara Fuka-Eri's heart skipped a beat.
"Senior, have you seen it before?" Asuka Kasahara narrowed her eyes.
Fujiwara Izaya stretched out his hand, held the school girl's slender and soft body in his arms through the miko uniform, and said in her ear: "In the dream, I married you and my sister together."
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With the book covering her face, Kasahara Fuka-Eri breathed a sigh of relief.
Kasahara Asuka struggled twice, trying to push him away.
Fujiwara Rin didn't let go either.
"I won't marry you." Asuka Kasahara said angrily in his arms, then reached out and patted her sister's leg, "Sister, you too, tell him quickly that you don't want to marry."
I'm already married... Kasahara Fuka-Eri reluctantly took away the book and warned Fujiwara Izaya with the look of a rusty refrigerator.
Fujiwara Izaya smiled proudly.
His sister hammered his chest, and her feet kicked his back. He kissed his sister's cheeks as soft as marshmallows, then turned around and hugged his sister's legs in his arms, sniffing greedily.
Get the taste.
"snort!"
The younger sister turned away her face angrily.
"Ugh!"
My sister pulled her foot back unnaturally.
What a lovely pair of sisters.
The cold beauty of the elder sister and the quirky personality of the younger sister are both so fascinating.
Fujiwara Izaya felt a little regretful.
This time, I can only take my sister on the cruise.
But to a certain extent, this can be considered a blessing. After all, if there are too many people in the Shura field, it will be inevitable. There are three wives plus the aunt hiding in the dark, which is enough to give Fujiwara Izaya a headache. If the school girl imitates
Now that my sister is here with the two chairmen, he should stop thinking about the honeymoon and just think about jumping into the sea to survive.
Just when he thought so.
Mrs. Kasahara and Mrs. Hoshimi each received ferry tickets from the Natsuki Foundation.