Miyamoto Yukiko's fingers were just about to pull down her shirt when she was held down by Yuzuru's brow.
"There's no need to take off your shirt!" Yu Xian said childishly.
"Huh? Don't you want to check?"
"Idiot! Why don't you just roll up your sleeves!" Yu Xian was childish and speechless. It is said that women in love have particularly low IQs, but she has clearly never been in love, so why did she become so stupid?
"Oh." Miyamoto Yukiko shyly pulled up her shirt and rolled up her sleeves.
Yuxian Zhisheng checked her arms. There were no needle holes in her arms, which meant that anesthesia was not given. In fact, the moment she dared to check herself, he already knew that the matter was solved perfectly.
"Huh~" Yu Xian was completely relaxed.
Using Maslow's hierarchy of needs theory, he has obtained a lot of satisfaction from Xuezi, the satisfaction of food and safety, the satisfaction of being loved and protected, and now he finally has the satisfaction of a family.
This home is complete and full of endless possibilities for the future.
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The car stopped at Isshin Bridge in Narita District. Isshin Bridge is adjacent to the countryside of Tokyo and is a relatively prosperous area in this area. There is a constant flow of traffic and the sound of wheels breaking into puddles is everywhere.
The RCCID women's clothing store glows with white light in the rain.
Yu Xianzhisheng changed the high heels for Miyamoto Yukiko, and the two of them approached the clothing store. As soon as they turned their backs and put away the umbrella, a woman wearing a gray suit skirt walked out with a smile: "Yukiko, take your adopted son with you.
Are you coming?"
Miyamoto Yukiko put the umbrella into the umbrella bag at the door, waved and said hello: "You are not clamoring to see me every day, childish, please say hello to Miss Shirasawa Rie."
Yu Xian turned around and bowed respectfully to the woman.
Rie Shirasawa, who was wearing a gray suit and skirt, opened her eyes in surprise. Miyamoto Yukiko often praised his children in the store for how outstanding they were, how good-looking they were and how well they sang. She told her colleagues that she could consider it if she had a little girl at home.
When she came to get engaged, she always just thought Miyamoto Yukiko was joking with everyone. After all, how could such an outstanding child be obtained so easily.
But today I was astonished when I saw it. The cascading rain became the background wall of the child. The pedestrians around him were ignored like a scene in a lake. He was the only one left in the huge and quiet world, quietly putting his umbrella in.
In the umbrella bag, raindrops slowly dripped along the umbrella body.
Shirasawa Rie swallowed, walked to Miyamoto Yukiko, and bumped her body gently: "Hey, the engagement you mentioned before was not a lie, right?"
Miyamoto Yukiko raised her eyebrows: "Of course, but it depends on whether he likes your child."
"I also feel like I'm a child. Do you think I can do it?" Rie Shirasawa smiled mischievously, "Although there's such a big age difference, it's okay to wait until he goes to high school. I'm single anyway and it doesn't matter to him."
"You can't do that, you're so shameless."
Miyamoto Yukiko smiled and reached out to scratch Shirasawa Rie's armpit. Shirasawa Rie launched a counterattack and also scratched Miyamoto Yukiko's waist. This was Miyamoto Yukiko's fatal weakness. The two women were having fun in the store.
Then, Shirasawa Rie laughed and said, "What are you doing? I mean it." Miyamoto Yukiko was a little anxious. It doesn't work to say it sincerely. If it doesn't work, it just won't work.
"What a beautiful child." Rie Shirasawa, who was making a fuss, walked up to Yuzuru's side, grabbed a handful of candies from the counter nearby and stuffed them into Yuzuru's pocket.
"Let's dress him up quickly while there are not many people around today. A new batch of good goods just arrived."
Shirasawa Rie looked very happy, then she turned to look at Miyamoto Yukiko, "Ordinary children's clothing models on the market are about 3,000 yen per hour, but I can give your child 5,000 yen per hour, not because of him
It's because of your child, he is worth the price."
"Five thousand yen per hour?" Miyamoto Yukiko was a little surprised. Her day's salary was only eight thousand yen, and she had to do everything from putting new shelves on the shelves and sorting out the inventory. Yuzuru put on some small clothes and stood at the door for two seconds.
One hour is more than her daily income.
"If you come to be a model, you can be paid 10,000 yen per hour. Who tells you not to do it? And if you are willing to be an underwear model, it is easy to get 20,000 yen with your figure. I really don't understand why you insist on this.
So stubborn." Shirasawa Rie rolled her eyes.
Miyamoto Yukiko blushed and stopped talking.
"Don't do anything for thirty thousand yen, Yukiko." Yuxian said suddenly.
"I definitely wouldn't do that." Yukiko Miyamoto said.
"He feels sorry for you." Rie Shirasawa said with a smile, "This kid is so possessive. I feel like he will get angry at me if I continue talking. It's so scary, like a little wolf cub."
Miyamoto Yukiko pretended to tidy up her clothes, turned her back and snickered.
RCCID Women's Clothing Store sells all women's clothing and accepts private customization. It is a very famous boutique women's clothing store in this area. Many middle-class families in Narita District order their clothes from here. There are all kinds of women's clothing from five to eighty years old. The store
The area is not large. It is simply divided into a private customization area, an underwear area, and a finished product area. Samples for trying on clothes are hung on the shelves. If you are sure you want them, the goods will be transferred from the warehouse and delivered to your door within the agreed time.
go.
Shirasawa Rie's business is doing very well, as can be seen from the expensive car with the RCCID promotional picture parked outside the door. As a woman who dares to do business in this turbulent period, I have to praise this heroic woman among women.
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The two of them took Yuzuru to choose clothes. It wasn't until Rie Shirasawa stuffed a set of pink bear underwear and a set of gorgeous Lolita princess dresses into his arms that he realized that it was not a children's clothing model, but a set of gorgeous Lolita princess dresses.
Girls clothing model.
Yu Xian's pretty childish face twisted.
"Do you want me to wear this?"
"Don't worry, I will give you a specially matched wig." Rie Shirasawa said expectantly.
Yuxuan turned his head to look at Miyamoto Yukiko who was following behind. Miyamoto Yukiko pretended not to see it and turned away with a blushing face.
"I don't know how to wear it," Yu Xian said naively.
There are only zero times and countless times for dressing up as a woman, and he doesn't want to get into this habit.
"It doesn't matter if you wear it. No one will recognize it anyway. It's five thousand yen an hour. Even if you only stand for an hour, you can still make pocket money." Rie Shirasawa knelt down and touched his head.
Yuxian threw away the women's clothes in his arms, sat on the sofa expressionlessly, and took out the game console from his schoolbag to play.
Two female customers walked in, walked around and then walked out. Business was usually not very good in this rainy weather. The women's mood of changing clothes was extinguished by the rain.
Rie Shirasawa and Yukiko Miyamoto sent away their guests respectively, and gathered together to chat in low voices.
"If it really doesn't work, forget it." Miyamoto Yukiko said.
"It will look amazing when worn, don't you want to see it?" Shirasawa Rie persuaded.
"Think about it."
"We are on the same front, right? The front must be unified."
"Quickly think of a way to persuade him. This kid seems to care about you very much and won't listen to what others say." Shirasawa Rie gently bumped Miyamoto Yukiko's shoulder with her shoulder, "Go quickly, Yukiko! Can you?
It’s all up to you to see him in women’s clothing!”
