60. Please don't contact me again, otherwise I'm afraid my sister will misunderstand.
The date location is in the Asakusa area, just one stop away by subway. It is a music restaurant that also functions as a bar.
When Fujiwara Izaya was working part-time, he came here to sing several times and became very familiar with the mama-san in the store.
"Hey, Fujiwara-kun."
As soon as he walked into the store, Mamasang, who was originally listless, raised her fat arms and greeted him in high spirits.
"Hello, Sister Eri." Fujiwara Izaya nodded in response.
"Why are you here today?" Mamasang asked expectantly.
"We have an appointment." Fujiwara Izaya raised his hand and looked at his watch. It was twelve o'clock in five minutes. He smiled and interrupted the greetings, "It's time. I'll find a seat. See you later, Sister Eri."
"Goodbye!" Mamasan put her chin on the counter weakly.
Walking from the bar to the dining area, I looked around and searched.
European classical music was playing in the store, and the oak floor was polished spotlessly. There were not many people dining at this time, and Fujiwara Izaya found his junior sister's sister easily.
A woman with long orange hair was sitting by the window, staring at the passers-by outside the window with an empty and indifferent expression.
He is holding a glass of whiskey in his hand. His skin is white and his fingers are long and slender.
A beautiful woman who exudes the aloof temperament of a royal lady. Her age cannot be determined exactly, but she is probably twenty-two-three. Twenty-seven or eight seems to be appropriate.
"Is it Ms. Kasahara?"
Hearing the sound in his ears, Kasahara Fuka-Eri turned to look over. Under the light of the chandelier, the handsome face of the young man had a warm smile that would melt even the icebergs deep in the Antarctic continent in front of him.
It's a pity that he couldn't melt her.
"Stop your gesture like this, otherwise my first impression of you will be greatly compromised." Kasahara Fuka-Eri wiped her lips with a napkin and looked at Fujiwara Izaya with a cold and neutral look.
She has a pair of extremely dark eyes, with eye lines of multiple colors blending together, which is very charming. But Fujiwara Izaya feels a little pity that such beautiful eyes have no sense of depth, as if they can't see anything.
Lack of aura.
However, her voice unexpectedly brought a surprise to Fujiwara Izaya. It was even cooler than the one on the phone, and every syllable had the texture of ice cubes hitting it.
After Fujiwara Izaya sat down across from him, Kasahara Fuka-Eri folded her hands on the table, closed her lips in a straight line, and looked directly at his face from the front without speaking, as if she was just looking at him from a distance.
The scenery I have seen.
The waiter came over and placed a glass of water and a menu on the table, along with a freshly picked red rose.
Fujiwara Izaya straightened his back and took a sip of water.
She didn't speak, and of course he didn't bother to ask. He just looked at her silently.
She is said to be Asuka's sister, but there is no similarity between the two in appearance. She is equally beautiful, even a little more attractive than her sister, with gorgeous eyebrows and nose bridge, and an impeccable figure. That hair
The almost fiery orange long hair gives people an aggressive and gorgeous look.
After a long time, the waiter who was standing aside couldn't help it anymore. He bent down slightly and asked, "Do you two want to order something?"
Kasahara Fuka-Eri still looked at Fujiwara Izaya: "Come on."
"Let's talk first, it's made by AA." Izaya Fujiwara made a statement in advance, turned to the waiter and said: "Seafood cold cuts, minced duck, grilled snapper, roasted beef with celery flavor, and a salad too. I want sea urchin for the soup."
Yu, where is Miss Kasahara?"
"Onion soup." Kasahara Fuka-Eri replied.
"Okay, please wait a moment." The waiter bent down to greet him. Seeing that most of the whiskey on the table had been drunk, he asked, "Do you need another bottle of wine? There are all kinds of red wines, and you can also make cocktails."
"I'll call you again if I need to." Kasahara Fuka-Eri responded coldly.
"Okay." The waiter was frightened by her tone. He quickly took the menu from Fujiwara Izaya's hand and fled to the kitchen.
"This restaurant is very high-end," Kasahara Fuka-Eri looked at Fujiwara Izaya, "I see you are very skilled in ordering food, do you eat it often?"
"It's just that I have been working here for a long time," Fujiwara Izaya shook his head. "Generally speaking, I rarely eat out by myself. Although I like to eat in a noisy environment, I am always worried that I will be beaten when I go to the bathroom on the way.
The waiter took away the unfinished food."
"Why do you like to dine in a noisy environment?" Kasahara Fuka-Eri asked, leaning on the back of her chair.
She was wearing a blue silk dress and a cream-yellow sun-protective top. Both clothes were as light as thin cicada wings. As soon as she leaned back on the chair, the full and tall curves of her chest were very conspicuous.
Outlined.
Fujiwara Izaya looked away with difficulty, lowering his head to drink water as if to cover up.
"The noisier the place, the calmer I feel when eating. When a person talks to himself, he is not afraid of being overheard."
"Aren't you going to ask me about the content of my commission?" Fuka-Eri Kasahara started to talk.
"Whatever you want to say will come naturally." Fujiwara Izaya shrugged.
Kasahara Fuka-Eri imitated his shrug and said nothing. She just took out a thin menthol cigarette from her handbag on the table, lit it with a match in the store, and looked at him with eyes that seemed to urge her to continue.
"So, please..." Just as he started, the waiter came forward with two small plates, which were seafood cold dishes and vegetable salad. Fujiwara Izaya closed his mouth, and after he left, he spoke again: "Excuse me
What is the commission that Ms. Kasahara needs me to complete?"
"Don't get close to Asuka!" Kasahara Fuka-Eri said in a calm voice.
"Well, this sister," Fujiwara Izaya replied politely, "Asuka is my favorite school girl, a genius in my eyes, and the object of my admiration. With your request like this, I'm afraid..."
Kasahara Fuka-Eri exhaled a puff of white smoke: "What are you afraid of?"
"You have to pay more!" Fujiwara Izaya replied.
"This is easy to handle." Kasahara Fuka-Eri put the cigarette in the ashtray, took out a card from her handbag, put it on the glass table and slowly pushed it towards him: "The card I just opened today has 50 million yen in it.
The password is the last number of my mobile phone."
"...?"
Fujiwara Izaya blinked.
"Sister, why don't you add a condition. For example, you want Asuka to beat me up or something like that, otherwise I will feel uneasy about holding the money."
"Only one condition." Kasahara Fuka-Eri picked up the cigarette again, her eyes cold.
"clear!"
Fujiwara Izaya happily took out his phone and opened Line.
The contact list is just for the schoolgirl. She can edit and send information in one go.
[Fujiwara: Please don’t contact me again, otherwise I’m afraid my sister will misunderstand.]
"Okay, please check the results." Fujiwara Izaya held the phone screen forward with one hand, picked up the card and put it in his trouser pocket with the other hand, "I have done what the boss asked me to do, and if there is any problem in the future, I will just
You can’t repair it.”
All of a sudden.
Kasahara Fuka-Eri's breathing was a little ragged, and her chest was rising and falling rapidly with anger.
The expanded arc was very pleasing to the eye. Fujiwara Izaya touched the 50 million yen in his trouser pocket and laughed heartily - what would the scene of the aloof, cold and arrogant sister and the lively and lustful sister be like when they fight?