88. Legs stretched out from under the dining table
Lunch is boiled chicken breast and fish, served with green salad.
The meal is divided into three portions and served on three plates. It looks very delicate, but the portion is not enough. The taste is also very bland, just like a fitness meal.
Fujiwara Izaya took a bite of chicken and said to Kawashima Miki who was sitting across from him: "Let's make something delicious next time. What I eat is not so bland."
"Pa..."
Kawashima Miji pulled the tab of a can of cold beer and held it firmly in her hand.
The body of the can was squeezed a little, and rich foam poured out, soaking the tablecloth in an instant.
snort!
Why are you talking to me like a husband?
"You don't want to drink?" Fujiwara Izaya looked at the beer in her hand.
"..." Kawashima Miji's face was stiff and she said angrily: "You will get fat, don't drink!"
"Then go ahead." Fujiwara Izaya snatched the beer can from her hand, poured a sip into his stomach, and exhaled with satisfaction, "Eat, why are you staring at me?"
Kawashima Meiji picked up a piece of chicken breast and chewed it fiercely.
"Um..." Kasahara Fuka-Eri suddenly spoke, her voice hesitant.
The other two people turned their heads and looked at her. Her face was a little unnatural, her mouth was open, and she couldn't speak much.
"Is there any problem?" Kawashima Meiji asked puzzledly.
"Uh...it's okay."
Kasahara Fuka-Eri bit her lower lip and shook her head in embarrassment.
"I'm going to the kitchen, please wait for me." Fujiwara Izaya left the table and walked to the kitchen.
"Thank you." Kasahara Fuka-Eri nodded gently to him.
Kawashima Miji's confused eyes stayed on her face for a moment, then glanced towards the kitchen, and finally turned back to the empty dinner plate in front of her, and asked with some surprise: "Did he go to get you something to eat?"
"Um."
Kasahara Fuka-Eri nodded slightly.
"...Why are I so nice to you!" Kawashima Miji's expression was a bit jealous.
"He knows that I have a big appetite," Kasahara Fuka-Eri explained, "I won't be full for this little thing, so don't mind."
"This is my home!" Kawashima Miji glanced at the kitchen and complained: "Using my kitchen at my home and using the ingredients I bought to make food for another woman, this kid is so annoying!"
Kasahara Fuka-Eri briefly analyzed the meaning of this sentence.
Then, she asked: "How quickly did you get into character?"
"..."
Kawashima Meiji's body suddenly became tense. She lowered her head and took the vegetable salad into her mouth with a guilty conscience, muttering in her voice: "I'm not, I'm not, don't talk nonsense."
Kasahara Fuka-Eri didn't speak, just looked at her quietly.
Being stared at by such emotionless eyes, Kawashima Meiji obviously had no confidence. She glared into the kitchen and said with force, "That kid, it doesn't matter whether he lives or dies... No,
I can’t wait to kill him directly!”
At this time, a clicking sound suddenly came from my ears.
The two women looked out into the corridor and saw that the bride, who had been playing in the water, had come over.
The first time she saw Kawashima Meiji, Luoxin felt a sense of intimacy in her heart. She came to the table with cheerful steps, enthusiastically hugged Kawashima Meiji's neck, and shouted affectionately: "
Fool, fool, go find the master with the little spider."
"..."
Kawashima Meiji's face darkened.
Stop scolding!
Stop scolding!
If you scold me again, you will really become stupid!
"Where's the master?" The bride looked around the dining room.
"Dead!"
Kawashima Meiji gritted her teeth and said.
She didn't dare to let this stupid thing go to find Fujiwara Izaya, otherwise she might have to be touched all over her body again.
"Over there." Kasahara Fuka-Eri raised her hand and pointed to the kitchen.
The bride twisted her waist and rushed towards the place where her master was.
Kawashima Miji shivered instantly and looked at her with tears in her eyes: "Miss Kasahara, have I offended you in any way..."
"?" Kasahara Fuka-Eri looked at her puzzled.
"Forget it, this is all fate..." Kawashima Miji muttered, with a sad expression.
"How long have you been in Tokyo?" Kasahara Fuka-Eri suddenly asked.
At this time, she had an extremely focused look on her face, her mouth was slightly open like an animal catching prey, and her eyes were bottomless.
Only then did Kawashima Meiji remember it.
This is a female police officer from Section 9, who is on the opposite side of herself.
"Ten years," Kawashima Miji replied, leaning back on the chair as if to relax, "It's not easy to work hard from a small restaurant to now."
"Where are you from?"
"Shikoku, Aichi Prefecture."
"Good place." Kasahara Fuka-Eri relaxed her lips slightly.
With complete identification, Kawashima Miji was not worried about what she could find out. She said while eating salad: "A small town with no people, as far as the eye can see are mountains, rivers and sea."
"Hearing what you say, I also want to live there for a while."
"A week's stay is the limit. All good things have an expiration date, and you'll get bored after a long time."
Say it.
Kawashima Meiji's hand suddenly shook.
His vision became a little erratic, and a blush crept onto his cheeks, even spreading to his neck.
"Um?"
Kasahara Fuka-Eri looked at her puzzled.
We were having a great conversation, why are you suddenly shy?
"It's okay, I'm a little drunk..." Kawashima Miji lowered her gaze and gritted her teeth to endure it.
ah!
Can't stand it!
Why is that bitch so perverted!
Kasahara Fukae silently exchanged her legs under the table and looked at her carefully.
Under her gaze, Kawashima Miji's fair face was quickly stained with a faint blush, her eyes became slightly slacker, her blinking frequency became faster, and her breathing became more rapid.
Why is this happening?
She obviously didn't drink, there was no way she could be drunk.
"Well, let me leave for a moment..." Kawashima Miji stood up holding on to the table and looked at the kitchen with gritted teeth.
However, Fujiwara Izaya was walking towards the restaurant with two plates in his hands and a smile on his face.
Kawashima Miji glanced at him coldly: "Where is the Shikigami?"
"Took it back." Fujiwara Izaya acted as if he had done nothing, ignoring her angry look, and sat down directly next to Kasahara Fuka-Eri with two plates of food, "Please have a taste."
One plate is ham and egg fried rice, and the other is celery and beef.
"It smells so good!" Kasahara Fuka-Eri sniffed and plucked the fried rice with chopsticks, "The grains are clear and the appearance is pleasing to the eye. I can't tell you are good at cooking."
"You will naturally understand more things after you have been alone for a long time." Fujiwara Izaya's voice was gentle and his tone was very light. "Eat, if you are not full, I will make it for you. Anyway, it is not something difficult to make, no.
It’s getting in the way.”
"Thank you, I like it very much."
Kasahara Fuka-Eri's coldness was relieved. After saying thank you, she pinched her skirt and pulled it down, then sat upright and started eating. Her eating posture was very authentic and graceful, both in the use of tableware and in chewing.
The frequency would give perfect marks in an etiquette class. The movements were obviously very light and not fast at all, but a large plate of fried rice was eaten by her in less than two minutes.
“It tastes very good.”
She wiped her mouth with a napkin and went on to eat beef with celery.
Fujiwara Izaya watched her eating with great joy. The look on the female police officer's face that was passionate about the food made him feel that this meal was very worthwhile.
"If it's not enough, I'll make it again," he said. "There's some tofu and some potato slices in the refrigerator, and some tuna meat too. Do you want to get it for you?"
"Thanks!"
Kasahara Fuka-Eri spoke to him succinctly and continued eating.
Fujiwara Izaya returned to the kitchen, cooked the tofu and potato slices together, and cut the tuna into thin slices and brought it out.
These things were also swept away in the blink of an eye. Kasahara Fuka-Eri finally showed a satisfied expression and said: "Thank you for the treat."
A big beauty, eating so much food at once... This was the first time for Kawashima Miki to witness such a scene, and she looked at Kasahara Fuka-Eri's face in trance with half admiration and half astonishment.
To say I'm envious is not enough expression.
It's true to say jealousy.
Why do you eat so freely? How can this woman have such a perfect figure... And if she doesn't pay attention to her diet, the number on the scale may scare her into fainting.
"Hey, hey," Kawashima Miji gritted her teeth, "Do you always eat so much?"
"It's always like this." Kasahara Fuka-Eri said calmly.
"But he doesn't look fat at all."
"A monk's alms bag." Kasahara Fuka-Eri touched her belly and said, "It can hold any number of things, so you won't gain weight no matter how much you eat."
"..."
Kawashima Miji leaned back weakly on her chair, stared at the ceiling, and silently cursed in her heart that she would gain ten kilograms more tomorrow.
"By the way, Miss Kasahara, I have a question." Fujiwara Izaya opened a bottle of mineral water and handed it to Kasahara Fuka-Eri, and asked: "Both your mother and Chairman Hoshimi said they would promote me to the position of chairman in the future.
, said that it was originally the seat of Asakusa Shrine, is this true?"
Kasahara Fuka-Eri nodded slightly and drank mineral water to moisten her throat.
"That seat has been vacant for so many years. Is there any shrine that wants to fight for it?" Fujiwara Izaya asked.
"Of course," Kasahara Fuka-Eri said as if reading her name tag aloud, "Hanazono Inari Shrine and Hakusan Shrine are the two most active, and they apply to become permanent directors almost every year."
Fujiwara Izaya leaned back on his chair and thought quietly for a moment.
Inari Shrine and the main shrine are the Fushimi Inari Grand Shrine located in Kyoto Prefecture, Kansai. There are more than 30,000 branches nationwide. Hakusan Shrine and the main shrine are also Hirayama Hima Shrine in Ishikawa Prefecture, Kansai. There are more than 30,000 branches nationwide.
There are more than 3,000 branches.
Compared with Guandong, these two companies are large foreign companies.
They are the kind who come here to grab business. Let alone welcoming them and letting them get involved in the Kanto branch, it would be polite not to start a fight.
In the quiet restaurant, Kasahara Fuka-Eri seemed to be able to hear the sound of his brain spinning and his slow, deep breathing. Then, he said: "Both are major shrines in the Kansai region. So
To put it bluntly, the chairman wanted to push me up to protect the local interests of Kanto and prevent the expansion of Kansai's power."
"The general meaning is this." Kasahara Fuka-Eri said, crossing her fingers on the table, "It doesn't look like a bad thing to you. But if you want to be successfully elected, you still need the support of the two chairman
If it’s not enough, the Asakusa Shrine itself will have to return to its former size. And the two of them will not just give up, and will definitely put more obstacles in this matter.”
"Understood." Fujiwara Izaya chose his words carefully, "Then, please reveal the fact that I am a monster to those two families, and I will provide the evidence."
"What are your plans?" Kasahara Fuka-Eri asked with raised eyebrows.
"Keep it secret!" Fujiwara Izaya smiled mysteriously, "By the way, I like to bask in the sun, swim in the summer, and keep animals company. On warm days, I often go for walks. Do you like walking?"
Kasahara Fuka-Eri asked incomprehensibly: "What?"
"I said," Fujiwara Izaya looked out the window at the heavy rain, "Let's take a walk together when the weather is fine."
"What else do you need me to do?" Kasahara Fuka-Eri asked quietly.
Fujiwara Izaya came over and leaned against her ear, the two of them whispered and plotted the plan in detail.
Across the table, Miji Kawashima looked at the two of them in a daze like an outsider. Her eyes were a little wandering, and her thoughts were also very messy. The thing that came to her mind the most was that Fuka-Eri Kasahara was really good. Not only did she have a noble status
, and she is noble and beautiful. From the perspective of status and inner character, she is a flawless woman. In contrast, her status as a custom shop owner seems not so satisfactory.
While thinking about it, Kawashima Miji glanced at Fujiwara Izaya again.
He kept whispering in Kasahara Fuka-Eri's ear. From time to time, he leaned back a little, raised his eyelids, and his eyes stayed on the side of Kasahara Fuka-Eri's face for three or four seconds, and then smiled very slightly.
It's hard to describe Kawashima Meiji's smile like that.
Anyway, the kid has never smiled like this at her, nor been so gentle to her.
The more I thought about it, the more aggrieved I felt, and the more I felt unconvinced. Besides, this was still her home. How could these two be so intimate in front of her? Who were they showing off to... Kawashima Miji's chest was a little clogged, and she couldn't bear it.
He stretched out his hand and knocked on the table: "Hey, are you two finished?"
"Wait a minute, don't say anything." Fujiwara Izaya glared at her.
"..." Kawashima Meiji flattened her mouth and reluctantly said "oh", then supported her head with one hand and dozed off somewhat sleepily.
"Would you please tell the chairman like this... huh?" Fujiwara Izaya paused and felt something on his feet.
Kasahara Fuka-Eri asked: "What did you say?"
"Oh, I asked her to help and cooperate, but first she attacked me..." Fujiwara Izaya continued.
At the same time, the thing that was resting on his feet was slowly moving upwards against his calf, and soon it was gently resting on his thigh, and started to rub it gently one after another.
"..."
Fujiwara Izaya was a little stunned.
There was only one possibility for that shape and the angle at which it stretched out. He raised his eyelids and glanced at Kawashima Miki, who yawned sleepily, as if he didn't know anything.
"Why are you distracted again?" Kasahara Fuka-Eri frowned dissatisfied.
"Oh, sorry, cough..." Fujiwara Izaya coughed, controlled his expression, and said calmly: "After provoking the beginning, the chairman does not have to do anything, leaving the opportunity to speak to the two shrines.
Let them attack me..."
While talking, he gently lifted the hanging tablecloth.
Two smooth pink feet suddenly came into view. One was placed under his left thigh, and the other was placed under his right thigh. The two feet formed two sides of a triangle, supporting the heels on Fujiwara Lin.
Ye's middle thigh, slowly pushing forward.
What does this mean?
Is she planning to seduce me like this?
"What happens next?" Kasahara Fuka-Eri asked, and then seeing his absent-minded look, she said coldly: "If you haven't thought about it well, don't talk to me. Contact me when you think about it better."
"...No, I was just thinking about something." Fujiwara Izaya immediately straightened his posture and tensed his facial muscles. "After those two families have finished attacking, it will be time for me to fight back. Please... um!"
The voice paused.
Fujiwara Izaya's body trembled and he glared viciously at Kawashima Miki across from him.
However, the woman completely ignored his expression. She closed her two feet under the table provocatively and stepped on him deeply and lightly.
Kasahara Fuka-Eri frowned strangely.
From her perspective, Fujiwara Izaya suddenly blushed and had a thick neck, as if he had been tortured.
"No, it's okay..." Fujiwara Izaya suppressed the feeling of comfort and said in a dry and hoarse voice, "That's the plan. Please work hard today, Ms. Kasahara, and help me spread the news."
Kasahara Fuka-Eri thought for a moment and then replied: "Yes. But I have a condition."
"Please tell me." Fujiwara Izaya stared at her little hands clenched into fists.
"You want to join the Nine Sections." Kasahara Fuka-Eri said without any doubt, "As a potentially dangerous person, I cannot let you do whatever you want."
Fujiwara Izaya remained silent.
It's not that he didn't want to answer, but after Kasahara Fuka-Eri said this, the feet under the table seemed to be stimulated, and their speed and strength became faster.
"If you refuse, I will refuse too." Kasahara Fuka-Eri said with an unhappy expression.
Fujiwara Izaya tensed his leg muscles and put one hand under the table: "I'm still a student and I can't neglect my studies."
While speaking, his hands directly grasped Kawashima Meiji's feet. The smooth little feet, the skin was cool, smooth and greasy, and felt excellent to the touch.
"Joining the Nine Classes will definitely waste a lot of my time." He grabbed Kawashima Miji's feet, and his hands touched the soles of the feet, the gaps between the toes, and the ankles. "Unless you promise me, you will not issue mandatory orders to me.
Order."
Kasahara Fuka-Eri leaned back in her chair and thought about this possibility.
Taking advantage of the break in the conversation, Fujiwara Izaya looked at Kawashima Miki. This beautiful enchantress held her hands in her hands and narrowed her eyes into slender slits. There was a trace of embarrassment in the half-disclosed gaze.
It was you who took the initiative.
Now if I touch it back, are you still unhappy?
Fujiwara Izaya complained in his mind about this woman's double-standard behavior.
At this moment, his beautiful feet suddenly broke free and kicked him hard in the crotch.
"Stay~"
Fujiwara Izaya shouted out all of a sudden.
"Huh?" Fuka-Eri Kasahara looked very doubtful.
At this time, the two toes of Kawashima Miji's right foot suddenly spread open, a gap was clasped on the tender flesh of Fujiwara Izaya's thigh, and he twisted hard.
"hiss--"
Fujiwara Izaya gasped in pain.
His physical body is strong, and he is not afraid of bullets or knife blows, but twisting his thigh to this extent is just on the edge of triggering the protective function of his body's muscles, which is difficult to resist.
Kawashima Meiji raised an eyebrow and smiled provocatively at him.
You're dead... Fujiwara Izaya simply stretched both hands under the table, put them on Kawashima's plump thighs, and touched everywhere.
"Um!"
Kawashima Miji's pupils shrank, and her chest rose and fell a little quickly.
There is something wrong with both of them... Kasahara Fuka-Eri looked at them suspiciously and was about to speak.
At this time, Kawashima Miki suddenly moved her leg, and then put one leg on Kasahara Fuka-Eri's thigh, and poked her hard.
For a moment, the expressions of the three people became unnatural. Even at the same moment, as if they had discussed it, the two women stared at Fujiwara Izaya, as if they were judges reviewing a case.
Fujiwara Izaya felt a little aggrieved.
Even if Ms. Kasahara is like this, why should you, Kawashima Miji, be like this? Didn’t you start it all?
Huh...
etc.
Why did Ms. Kasahara know... Fujiwara Izaya felt something was wrong and bent down to take a look. At this time, Kasahara Fuka-Eri also bent down, and Kawashima Miki took back the foot that was on her leg.
Then, the scene changed to Fujiwara Izaya grabbing one of Kawashima Miki's feet and playing with it, and nothing else happened.
Kawashima Miki was the first to speak out: "He forced me."
After being beaten back, she flattened her lips in frustration and lay on the table sobbing.
"You..." Kasahara Fuka-Eri looked at the exquisite little foot in Fujiwara Izaya's hand, opened her mouth, and finally said: "I won't disturb you anymore."
"Hey, I'll take you down."
Fujiwara Izaya stood up and caught up with Kasahara Fuka-Eri.
Taking the elevator down to the first floor and waiting for a taxi at the door, Kasahara Fuka-Eri looked at the gloomy rain curtain, tightened the two corners of her white shirt with her fingertips, and said: "Kawashima Miki is not a good person, don't be fooled."
She lied."
"I know this." Fujiwara Izaya looked into her eyes.
As expected, those eyes were beautiful, with a clear look that could not tolerate any dirt.
"In my plan, she is a very important part." Fujiwara Izaya said, "But I promise you, it will only be me who changes her, not her who will change me."
"Um."
Kasahara Fuka-Eri's answer was still so concise.
After getting into the taxi, she rolled down the window and said from the window: "After joining the Nine Classes, I will not force you to order anything. But one thing I want to make clear is that you are not allowed to do whatever you want, including what happened today, and in the future.