A voice as thin as a mosquito's fly came from the slightly opened red lips.
Kawashima Miki crossed her arms and tried to show her shyness. She blushed and stared at the high heels on her feet. She continued with ambiguous words: "As long as Master Fujiwara has needs, let me do anything."
OK……"
"?"
There's something wrong with you, madam!
Fujiwara Izaya felt very strange.
The atmosphere of the current conversation seemed to be that he was grabbing something of hers and threatening her, jumping left and right on the edge of committing a crime.
Young, beautiful and rich wife, you don’t want to be killed by your husband’s ghost, right?
How about this, you and I NTR him in front of his soul, so that I can save your life...
Tsk tsk.
What a little movie plot.
"Click~"
The door next to it opened, and a young woman poked her head out and took a look here.
"Is Fujiwara Izaya here?" she shouted.
"Yes." Fujiwara Izaya stood up.
The young woman glanced at him and said with a formulaic smile: "Director Takeuchi is waiting for you inside."
"Come right away." Fujiwara Izaya nodded, and then looked at Kawashima Miki: "I'm going to work first, and you can contact me again during the Golden Week holiday."
"Well, okay."
Kawashima Miji showed a slightly shy smile.
"Wait a moment, I'll give you a business card." As she said that, she opened the metal bayonet of her handbag, took out a shiny black business card box that was slightly smaller than a cassette tape, and picked out a card with her fingers.
Hand it to him.
Fujiwara Izaya wanted to return a business card to her.
But after putting his hands in the pockets of his school uniform, he remembered that he had already given her a hand and turned around to leave.
The business card given by my wife was very simple, made of thin plastic, and had a slight scent of roses. When I put it to my nose and smelled it, it was almost the same as her body scent. She must be a woman who is used to using rose perfume.
The words "Kawashima Meiji" are printed in large black characters in the middle, and below are the address and number in small characters.
Other than that there is no information.
Kawashima Meiji?
Mrs. Araki...
Didn’t you change your husband’s surname when you got married?
Thinking a little strangely, Fujiwara Izaya put away his business card and walked into the office.
In the sitting area by the window, Kawashima Miji watched his back disappear through the door, then turned around, held the cup with both hands, took a small sip of lemon soda through a straw, then frowned, and drank it as if it was hard to drink.
The cup was pushed aside.
"Shit!"
"Got to suck this bastard dry!"
Angry curses floated out from those sexy red lips. Kawashima Miji rubbed her tired eyes, supported her chin with both hands and looked out the window. With her eyes that had no sense of depth, she stared diagonally at the 243-meter-high height for a long time.
The Shinjuku Metropolitan Government Building Twin Towers are in a daze.
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Entering the office, the young woman was making coffee at the tea bar at the door.
The space is small but elegant, with a Scandinavian-style desk, a small sofa set and wooden cabinets. On the table are handicraft-like stainless steel desk lamps and computer monitors, heavy glass ashtrays, and wall
A large abstract painting with large blocks of primary colors hangs above.
Fujiwara Izaya walked inside, and a tall man stood up from his office chair to greet him.
His strong body was wrapped in a suit without a trace of wrinkles. The color was a mixture of blue and gray, and the texture was light and high-quality. He took long steps and was slightly anxious, inadvertently creating the feeling that he valued his guests.
"Master Fujiwara, right?" Director Takeuchi walked over with a steady smile and extended his hand, "Welcome."
"Hello." Fujiwara Izaya shook his hand.
"Today is such a good day. In ten years of working here, this is the first time I have received guests from Asakusa Shrine." Director Takeuchi said with a smile, and then glanced at Fujiwara Izaya as if checking for contraband.
My eyes slowly fell on him from top to bottom, and then from bottom to top, not missing a single millimeter.
To be honest, Fujiwara Izaya was afraid that he would touch himself without saying a word, or take out a tape measure or something to measure his size.
"He has a warm temperament and elegant eyes," Director Takeuchi looked back and said with admiration, "If it was during the Heian Kyo era, Master Fujiwara must have been a world-famous onmyoji."
"Exaggerated." Fujiwara Izaya shook his head modestly.
"It's not an exaggeration at all. The first impression you gave me should be that of a handsome and elegant man like Abe Seimei." Director Takeuchi turned around and sat back in the office chair, talking to him across the desk, "If you
If you were born in that era, you would surely have received many letters from women of noble blood, writing affectionate Japanese songs."
"This is not a good thing," Fujiwara Izaya sat down on the chair opposite him. "With my ability, I might be directly assassinated by the fathers of those women with noble blood, so I'd better not have so many peach blossoms."
For the best."
"Haha, you can get married," Director Takeuchi tilted his lips slightly and squinted his eyes: "I can help you introduce a few."
For a moment, Fujiwara Izaya's expression became strange, but he immediately put on a smile: "Thank you, Director, for your kindness. I'd better tell you the reason for your visit today..."
"No rush, no rush." Director Takeuchi raised his hand to interrupt him, then glanced at the door: "Has the coffee been brewed?"
"Coming."
The young woman just now walked in with two cups of coffee, giving one cup to each of them.
"Drink something first." Director Takeuchi made a gesture of invitation.
Fujiwara Izaya thanked him and took a few sips of coffee.
The taste is mellow, the temperature is just right, and the cream-colored mug has the Lexus logo on it.
Director Takeuchi slowly poured milk into the coffee and stirred it slowly with a spoon. No sugar was added. The office was very quiet except for the dry sound of the clock in the corner.
After slowly finishing the cup of coffee, he suddenly looked at the clock as if remembering something.
The time is 11:15, and there are still 45 minutes until get off work. It’s so hard...
Why is this kid pushing his problems onto me?
Why are you refurbishing it? Why don't you save the money to buy some delicious food? It would be great to let that shabby shrine be annihilated in the long river of time!
After thinking about it, he couldn't come up with any countermeasures. Director Takeuchi was a little irritated and couldn't help but take out a red Marlboro cigarette case from his pocket and asked: "Do you mind if I smoke?"
"It's okay." Fujiwara Izaya replied, "I think the director is about to get off work, so you might as well listen to me."
"Please tell me."
Director Takeuchi held a cigarette in his mouth and lit it with a small golden lighter.
"I plan to start renovating the Asakusa Shrine after the Golden Week holiday," Fujiwara Izaya sat upright, speaking in a calm and steady manner, "The drawings will be submitted on the first day after the Golden Week.
Director, please take the time to help me review and approve it."
"Renovation is not a problem..." Director Takeuchi took a deep breath of cigarette, squinted his eyes and slowly exhaled it.
"Do you smoke?" He changed the subject.
"I don't smoke," Fujiwara Izaya shook his head, "I haven't smoked a cigarette since I was born, and no one I know smokes either."
"This is a good thing. Once you smoke it, it will be difficult to quit..." Director Takeuchi temporarily stopped talking, as if looking back on a distant memory, looking at the smoke rising from the cigarette butt.
After procrastinating for a few more minutes, he flicked the ashes on the ashtray, then raised his head to look at Tazaki Tsukasa.
"To be honest, the current overall development direction of Shintoism is conservative and does not support the continued expansion of shrines. There has always been a voice from the outside world that Shintoism is engaged in religious worship for the purpose of making money, and for this reason, it also imposes on the masses
It’s almost brutal brainwashing. In order to reduce the influence of public opinion, in the past three to five years, not a single approval for the expansion of the shrine has been passed.”
You fart... Fujiwara Izaya cursed directly in his heart.
Shinto has been trying its best to expand its influence over the years so that it can overpower Buddhism. Now you are saying that it is afraid of public opinion and dare not expand?