The sunset, as bright as blood, enveloped the sky.
Looking out from the room, the setting sun looks like the gorgeous clothes of Amaterasu Omikami, and the sea surface looks like her floor-length skirt.
However, the reality is not so beautiful.
Fujiwara Izaya noticed that the wind and waves were exaggeratedly strong, and there were bursts of roaring sounds.
The strong wind was mixed with a mournful sound like a flute, coming from the sea and the air.
"Get up!" Kawashima Miki's little foot kicked Fujiwara Izaya who was pressing her down, "I'm going to change my dress."
Fujiwara Izaya kissed her feet: "I'll help you put them on."
"Go away!" Kawashima Miji stepped on his face.
Yukino Riho's dress was also messed up and wrinkled, and she needed to take it off and iron it again.
"I'll wait for you in the banquet hall." Fujiwara Izaya walked towards the door.
The two ladies have no objection.
After going out, he slipped directly into Kasahara Fuka-Eri's room.
Mrs. Kasahara, who had already changed into her dress, was looking at the sea from the window.
She wears a knee-length black form-fitting dress and black high-heeled shoes. Her hair is tied up high, and she wears a thin gold necklace on her long white neck. It is sleeveless and open-collared, and her fair and round shoulders are exposed, and her hands are exposed.
Wearing matching lace gloves.
In addition to being noble and beautiful, she also has a bit of mystery and temptation. She has the same style as the Queen of the Night as always.
"Where's Fuka-Eri?" Fujiwara Izaya looked left and then again.
"Isn't mom worth a few more looks from you?" Mrs. Kasahara reached out to rub his hair dissatisfied.
Fujiwara Izaya looked down: "I'm afraid something will happen if I see it."
In the V-shaped neckline, a deep ravine is outlined by high bulges on both sides, and the dazzling white curve is made even more majestic by the extremely elastic fabric.
"Do you have dirty thoughts about your mother?" Mrs. Kasahara's fingertips gently poked his temple.
Fujiwara Izaya grabbed her hand: "It's my mother who is dirty to her son-in-law..."
Before he finished speaking, he felt a little cold behind him.
When he looked back, Kasahara Fuka-Eri, who was dressed in a dress, was leaning against the bathroom door and looking at him.
The way she frowned was beautiful and endearing.
Fujiwara Izaya quickly let go of his mother's hand and walked towards his daughter: "I came to see you, but I just happened to meet her."
"He held my hand just now," Mrs. Kasahara said teasingly, showing a charming look unique to young women, "If Fuka-Eri had come out later, mom would have been eaten by the bad guys."
"Do you believe it?" Fujiwara Izaya asked Fuka-Eri seriously.
Kasahara Fuka-Eri rubbed her eyebrows.
In this situation, no matter who she trusted, it seemed inappropriate.
Mrs. Kasahara was amused by her eldest daughter's troubled look, and laughed happily. Seeing that her daughter's belt was not tied properly, she said, "Let Mr. Fujiwara tie the belt for you."
"Here you go." Kasahara Fuka-Eri handed over the belt in her hand and turned to face the mirror.
She was wearing a gorgeous red dress.
There are very beautiful golden folds on the chest and cuffs; the skirt is fluffy and bulging, and a person can hide in it. The perfect and graceful curves of the upper body are set off beautifully, with a small piece of white and bright back muscle exposed in the air, and the hair on the head
Then fold it up elegantly.
At this time, Kasahara Fuka-Eri was so graceful and luxurious that she was a bit dazzling.
Fujiwara Izaya came behind her with a belt in his hand.
The familiar back and the familiar noble fragrance made him subconsciously reach out and hug her slender waist.
The feel of the dress is delicate and smooth.
Mrs. Kasahara made a teasing sound.
Kasahara Fuka-Eri's eyes were cold.
There was a flash of cold light, and the tip of her fingernail was placed between Fujiwara Izaya's eyebrows.
"Let go." She said coldly.
Fujiwara Izaya did not relax, but slowly lowered his head and placed his chin on her shoulder comfortably.
Feeling the scorching temperature of Mrs. Fuka-Eri's body, he felt as if he was hugging the sun, so hot that he almost melted.
Kasahara Fuka-Eri's fingertips stabbed him hard between the eyebrows, and gave him a warning look.
Fujiwara Izaya relied on his mother-in-law by his side and she would not resist too obviously, so he hugged her hard.
Kasahara Fuka-Eri had a sullen face.
He looked a little angry and a little helpless.
After a while, she sighed and said, "Since you won't let go, let's hold her for one night. We won't go to any dance party tonight."
"I think it's good to spend one night here with you and Chairman Kasahara." Fujiwara Izaya felt her body temperature and smelled the fragrance of her hair.
Kasahara Fuka-Eri nudged him with her elbow, signaling him not to include his mother.
"I don't mind." Mrs. Kasahara said very generously.
Kasahara Fukae looked at her mother expressionlessly.
"Are Fuka-Eri going to kick mom out to sleep in the corridor?" Mrs. Kasahara said in an ambiguous tone, her slender fingers gently brushing her delicate body wrapped in a dress.
Fujiwara Izaya's eyes were naturally attracted.
Kasahara Fuka-Eri grabbed his ear and pulled his eyes back: "What are you looking at? Fasten your belt!"
"I'll go out first and won't disturb you anymore." Mrs. Kasahara smiled sweetly and went out.
Under the black dress, her round and straight buttocks were twisted very nicely.
When she reached the door, she suddenly turned back, folded her arms, and looked at Fujiwara Izaya with a condescending look: "Mother, I felt a very obscene look. Who could it be?"
Yes, yes!
It's me, it's mine!
Your Majesty, come and punish me quickly!
Fujiwara Izai didn't dare to shout these words, he just coughed twice, and then said to Fuka Eri: "I don't know her."
Kasahara Fuka-Eri's snow-white slender fingertips kept tugging on his ears.
His hand never moved away from her.
Mrs. Kasahara looked at Fujiwara Izaya tenderly: "Please pay attention to moderation."
"...Huh?" Kasahara Fuka-Eri looked at her mother doubtfully.
"He was holding his waist when he walked in just now." Mrs. Kasahara laughed and imitated Fujiwara Izaya's posture just now, "From what I see, he must have been over-squeezed. If you are young, you should be more restrained.
Good, so as not to be hollowed out..."
"Shut up!" Fujiwara Izaya shouted.
Kasahara Fuka-Eri looked at him with cold eyes: "Is it really what mother said?"
"I'm going to find Xiangxiang." Mrs. Kasahara waved her hand and blew a kiss from Fujiwara Izaya, "Bye~"
She's gone.
However, the marital conflicts she provoked are still simmering.
After a moment of silence, Fujiwara Izaya opened his mouth: "I..."
Kasahara Fuka-Eri's eyes softened, she looked at him and said softly: "I also know the physique of the Yuki Onna. If I can't handle it..."
"...Absolutely no problem!" Fujiwara Izaya's eyes became sharp in vain, "Do you want me to prove it to you now?"
Kasahara Fuka-Eri blushed a little and patted his arm: "Hurry up and fasten your belt."
Fujiwara Izaya finally behaved.
The palm-wide belt tightly tied her waist, pushing her already perfect figure to the extreme.
The bright red dress, the high heels with bright silver patches, and her long orange hair were all extremely beautiful, the kind that would make a lustful man die in bliss just by taking one look at her.
Just as Kasahara Fuka-Eri was about to turn around, Fujiwara Izaya's hands came up again and held her waist.
She frowned and stared at her reflection in the mirror, motioning for him to get out of the way.
"The words you just asked made me full of motivation to become stronger!" Fujiwara Izaya smiled and kissed her fair and fair face, "After becoming the Demon Queen, the greedy Yuki-onna will not be a problem."
Kasahara Fuka-Eri struggled a little.
She couldn't break free, but Fujiwara Izaya turned her around and hugged her face to face.
Kasahara Fuka-Eri put her hands on his shoulders, trying to push him away.
Fujiwara Izaya's hands left her waist, held her face up, and touched her long orange hair as smooth as satin.
"We may meet Xiangxiang tonight." He murmured.
Kasahara Fuka-Eri's hands suddenly lost their strength.
Fujiwara Izaya kissed him.
"Woo!"
Kasahara Fuka-Eri slapped his head randomly with both hands.
After five or six seconds of passionate kissing, she stopped struggling and wrapped her hands around his neck unconsciously.
"I want to express one thing with this kiss..." Fujiwara Izaya kissed her and murmured, "Even if Xiangxiang is here, I won't let you go."
Kasahara Fuka-Eri suddenly came to her senses and tried to push him away again.
Fujiwara Izaya had no choice but to move his lips and gave her one last kiss on the cheek: "You too, even if Xiangxiang sees it, you are not allowed to let go of me."
"I'm not as scoundrel as you," Fuka-Eri Kasahara adjusted her collar and warned in a low voice, "You are not allowed to touch me in front of Xiangxiang, otherwise there will be no next time."
"I will adapt accordingly." Fujiwara Izaya arranged her clothes.
That hand wanted to move to the chest several times to measure this sacred area that had never been invaded, but was stopped by the noble female police officer.
"Do you really have to deal with your sister before you can open your heart?" Fujiwara Izaya lamented.
Kasahara Fuka-Eri lectured him angrily: "Don't complain when you take advantage! If you don't want to, just leave. I don't know how many people are lining up to grab such a great thing."
"It sounds like a supermarket sale."
"Well, it's so cheap..."
"Yes, Fuka-Eri is an orange with a label of 600 yen per kilogram, and Asuka is a cabbage with a label of 800 yen..."
Kasahara Fuka-Eri patted his head: "You are the orange, you are the cabbage!"
Fujiwara Izaya grabbed her hand and kissed the back of it, and they both laughed at the same time.
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It was getting dark.
Atop the huge waves roaring in the wind and rain, the cruise ship was more than 200 meters long, still moving forward like a palace on the sea.
One after another, huge waves surged high onto the deck, making an astonishing roar.
There was a strong wind and waves outside, but the splendid and gorgeous banquet hall was not affected.
The towering huge sky, the headlights are bright but not dazzling, and the ubiquitous crystal lighting sets off the magnificent scene.
The guests were well dressed and chatted with acquaintances.
Politics, economics, law...people in different circles are discussing different topics, and the directors of Yin Yang Lao also gather together to discuss what may happen next.
Everyone sitting here is a very important person.
But even so, when Fujiwara Izaya walked in with Kasahara Fuka-Eri on his arm, all the guests looked over subconsciously - judging from their appearance, one was an incomparably handsome and confident young man, and the other was a noble and gorgeous tall beauty.
; Judging from their identities, one is the acting chairman of the Yin Yang Liao Guandong branch, and the other is the daughter of the chairman and a senior executive of Section 9.
Regardless of status or power, they are the small group of people at the top of the tower.
After entering the venue, Fujiwara Izaya originally wanted to drag Kasahara Fuka-Eri to the directors to show off the fact that he was her husband. But Kasahara Fuka-Eri would not go as he wanted, and she directly said
After grabbing a plate full of food, I found a secluded corner to eat.
Two detectives from Section 9 in plainclothes approached her inadvertently and reported the situation.
Fujiwara Izaya wanted to follow, but a mother and daughter came in at the door and attracted his attention.
People around me are watching too.
Their appearance is as eye-catching as the sun.
The daughter is wearing a simple and light blue dress, which is quiet and elegant without sacrificing beauty. The mother is wearing a white dress and white high-heeled shoes. Her legs are slender and well-proportioned, and she is as charming as her daughter. Her breasts are the same as her daughter's, although they are not big, they are just right.
, which made Fujiwara Izaya feel like he saw the warmth of his mother.
"Good evening, Miko's mother and senior sister." He saluted gracefully.
When he straightened up, a waiter happened to pass by with a glass of champagne in front of him. He raised the glass and smiled at the mother and daughter.
A faint female voice could be heard in the banquet hall.
Under the radiance of the chandelier, an irresistible elegance was exuded, and the smile on the corner of the mouth was something that even Iceberg could agree with. In an instant, even the well-informed Mrs. Hoshimi had to feel sorry for her.
He was impressed by the handsome man at this moment.
"Rinzi."
"Um?"
"If Mr. Fujiwara opens a clinic, the business will be very good." Mrs. Hoshimi covered her lips with her hands and whispered to her daughter with a smile on her face. "When those female patients see him, they will all blush without exception.
He fell in love at first sight, and then went to the doctor frequently - even if it was not covered by medical insurance, he had to pay for his diagnosis at his own expense."
Hoshimi Rinko looked at Fujiwara Izaya with her dark and bright eyes, and said calmly to her mother: "You can now let me see what the patient looks like."
"Is it so obvious that Mom is a nymphomaniac?" Mrs. Hoshimi's eyes flashed.
Fujiwara Izaya walked up to them: "What are you talking about?"
"We are discussing how to be cured by you." Mrs. Hoshimi said with a smile.
Fujiwara Izaya looked at his senior sister with doubtful eyes.
Mother and daughter look very similar, even in stature. When standing side by side, they look more like sisters.
Hoshimi Rinko pretended to be surprised: "Why are you still here?"
"This is my mother's family's ship. Am I weird here?"
"I thought you had flown away."
"How is it possible? Am I the kind of person who runs away after flirting with you? Senior sister, please rest assured that until the matter is resolved and I confess my love to you, I will never..."
"Mom, let's go over there."
"Please listen to me carefully!"
Mrs. Hoshimi looked at the quarreling couple, and an elegant smile appeared on her lips unconsciously.
"There are many people here, I can't hear what you say." Hoshimi Rinko looked at him with softer eyes, and moved her little hand forward slightly, "Find a quiet place, slow down..."
Fujiwara Izaya also extended his hand.
The next second, under the stiff gaze of his senior, he held onto Mrs. Hoshimi who had extended her hand earlier.
"While Himeko is not here, Fujiwara-kun will accompany me for a walk." Mrs. Hoshimi smiled in a way that made people feel very friendly.
Fujiwara Izaya held her hand: "I will also dance with you in the first dance."
"That's it." Mrs. Hoshimi winked slyly.
The two of them smiled and walked towards the crowd.
The gentle music flows like water waves.
Hoshi saw Rinko froze on the spot.
who I am?
Where am I?
What am I going to do?
"Rinzi," Mrs. Hoshimi turned around and looked at her daughter, who had a greenish complexion, "What are you doing standing there in a daze? Why don't you hurry up and follow her."
In an instant, Xing Jian Rinzi's nose felt sore.
Mother has changed.
In the past, her mother would have definitely tried her best to create opportunities for her and her junior to be alone together... Now she, she actually... actually held his junior's hand in front of her... Wuwu.
What a poor girl.
"Isn't it a bit cruel?" Fujiwara Izaya asked in a low voice.
"Fujiwara-kun, just listen to me." Mrs. Hoshimi's touching and gentle voice sounded less than half a centimeter away from his ear, "If other women are intimate with you, I, as a mother, will be worried to death.
But Linzi is not anxious at all. Now that I am intimate with you, she should be anxious..."
Seen from a little distance, they look like a couple making love.
Fujiwara Izaya had a headache and said: "She is anxious, but I am definitely the one who suffers."
Behind her, Hoshimi Rinko gritted her little tiger teeth, clenched her fists, and walked toward her mother and junior students with a biting chill like a moving iceberg.
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A helicopter stood on the deck in the rain.
In the dim lighting, a woman wearing a soft and tight-fitting gelcoat jumped out of the cabin.
The exquisite and graceful body was immediately covered by water.
She exudes a majestic temperament, with sharp and flexible eyes, like a young female officer, and at the same time she is charming and charming. The two are perfectly adjusted.
Those fluffy pointed ears and long fluffy tail... show the forbidden charm of a peerless enchantress.
The surrounding staff even forgot about their current tasks and only looked at the fox girl in a rubber coat in the rain with intoxication.
The waves mixed with raindrops hit Xia Xili's face from the front, and the rainwater flowing down the bridge of her nose had a strong salty smell.
She stretched out her hand to gently smooth her short hair, showing an independent and elegant temperament between her brows.
This kind of temperament is difficult to describe, and it is enough to make people want to respect her involuntarily or feel intimidated by her. This is the first impression that Xia Xili gives after adapting to the fox demon form.
Walking from the deck to the cabin, she made a satellite phone call to Kawashima Miji, and looked through the glass at Fujiwara Izaya in the banquet hall.