Beauty Comic Cultivation Record

Chapter 201 Widow

Author: Zhu Bajie who pursues dreams

Chapter 201 Widow

In Shinjuku District, Tokyo, late at night, a street in Kabukicho is brightly lit, and the whole street is filled with a pink atmosphere.

In front of every shop, there are men and women dressed in costumes handing out flyers.

The two-dimensional loli maid sweetly calls her master

A high school girl in a sailor uniform with a skirt that is as short as her thighs bows and hands out flyers.

The handsome Cowherd showed his love to the passing woman...

On the street corner of Kabukicho, there are houses with a row of red and white umbrellas hanging from the eaves.

Inside the house, Japanese ancient kabuki women were walking between the boxes on the tatami, holding sake.

In a private room, several navy blue suit jackets were placed on the clothes racks nearby!

Today is the day when the department heads of the Main Taxation Bureau of the Ministry of Finance gather for dinner.

Dinners between departments like this are very common in Japanese workplaces. For Japanese people, having dinner with colleagues and bosses after get off work to exchange emotions is also a part of work.

Not attending such dinner parties is a big taboo in the Japanese workplace. It is often seen as not uniting with colleagues, and people who do not fit in with others will also be ostracized at work.

Japanese housewives are also accustomed to their husbands socializing after get off work. They also encourage their husbands to attend such dinner parties and manage their relationships with colleagues.

When Kabuki heard this, four or five Japanese men who had taken off their coats and were wearing only white shirts had their faces flushed from drinking. Each of them was accompanied by a Kabuki wearing heavy makeup.

From time to time, a man would raise a wine glass and toast to the young man at the head of the table.

The young man welcomed all who came, and there were five or six empty sake bottles on the tatami beside him.

In Japan, where seniority is a serious issue, a group of pot-bellied middle-aged people gathered around a young man to toast and flatter him.

There are only two possibilities, either the young man has a high official position, or his background is so great that everyone has to respect him.

However, Hideki Takahashi had both. At a young age, he was a senior member of the Taxation Bureau of the Ministry of Finance. The Takahashi family behind him was a famous political family in Japan. His father was the Minister of Internal Affairs of the Japanese Cabinet.

"Takahashi-kun, I heard that good things are coming to you recently."

A pot-bellied bald man raised a wine cup and toasted to Takahashi.

Hearing the bald man's words, several men with red eyes who had clearly drunk all cheered up and pricked up their ears.

"Nakamura-kun, it's to be determined. This is just a verbal agreement between my father and Uncle Yashida! It's a matter of time and again whether the matter between Mariko and I can work out..."

Takahashi Hideki drank two bottles of sake and was a little drunk. He kept stroking Kabuki's body beside him.

Hearing the bald man's words, although he spoke modestly, everyone could hear his smug tone.

Several officials from the Main Taxation Bureau of the Ministry of Finance exchanged glances.

Recently, news has been circulating among the upper echelons of Japan that the Japanese Minister of Internal Affairs intends to marry the Yashida family.

The eldest son of the Takahashi family, Hideki Takahashi, will marry Mariko Yashida, the granddaughter of Yashida Ichiro and the eldest daughter of the Yashida family.

It's a marriage, not a marriage.

As soon as this news came out, the entire Japanese upper class almost started to discuss it, especially among some young people of marriageable age.

Needless to say, the Yashida family was the fastest-growing family in the late World War II. Although in the past two years, due to the health of old Yashida Ichiro, the Yashida industry has not been as good as before.

However, Yashida is still one of Japan's top chaebols.

As the legitimate daughter of the third generation of the Yashida family, Mariko Yashida has a beautiful appearance, gentle temperament, and a Yamato Nadeshiko-like woman. She is the ideal wife of many young talents in Japan.

After hearing the news that Hideki Takahashi was going to marry Mariko Yashida, many young men who were interested in Mariko Yashida felt like they had eaten a fly.

To be fair, the Takahashi family is a famous political family in Japan. Several generations of the family have been famous high-ranking officials in Japan. The marriage between the Takahashi family and the Yashida family can be regarded as a strong alliance.

Hideki Takahashi holds an important position in the Ministry of Finance at a young age. It is not an exaggeration to call him young and promising——

The combination of the Takahashi family with a strong political background and the wealthy Yashida family formed a giant in Japan.

For a while, the section chiefs who were drinking with Takahashi Hideki were once again aroused in their enthusiasm for toasting.

This meal of flower wine lasted until 11 o'clock in the evening...

At the end, Hideki Takahashi, who was being toasted in turn, was almost carried out by the driver.

………

"Sir, the target is out!"

An intersection outside Kabukicho,

A medium-sized seafood truck parked quietly on the side of the road.

In the passenger seat, White Ghost was holding his katana, closing his eyes and concentrating, while breathing, it sounded like a frog croaking.

Hearing his subordinate's words, his eyes suddenly opened, and two rays of light flashed in the dark carriage.

"Crash it over!"

White Ghost looked at the black Toyota car that was about to enter the intersection from the left, and coldly ordered!

"Buzz!"

The driver started the car directly and stepped on the accelerator.

"Bang!"

The driver of the black Toyota sedan was first dazzled by the headlights of the truck before he could react.

The truck full of seafood slammed into the side of the Toyota sedan.

The front half of the Toyota sedan's body was completely dented, completely deflated, and then completely flipped out.

Then he was hit by a truck and pushed out more than ten meters away...

"Boss, the target has been solved! It was a traffic accident!"

The white ghost who had already gotten out of the truck at some point looked at the Toyota sedan that was burning with flames, hung up the phone, and disappeared silently into the darkness.

Only a drunk and frightened truck driver was left at the scene...

……………

The busiest street in Tokyo, Hilton Hotel, Presidential Suite.

Tang Song and Mariko Yashida, who was dressed in black kimono, stayed here.

More than a dozen crew-cut bodyguards in black suits stood in the corridor, guarding each entrance and exit.

With her nine-head body and golden proportions, Mariko Yashida can be said to be an eye-catcher when walking on the streets of Tokyo.

"Sir, it's my father. Because of the manpower you sent, he felt that I might threaten his inheritance, so he was anxious to marry me off."

In the presidential suite, Mariko Yashida said weakly to Tang Song:

"grown ups."

Tang Song glanced at her casually: "Once!"

His tone was very calm, but in an instant, the indifference and coldness he revealed scared Yashida Mariko to the point of breaking into a cold sweat.

At that moment, she even felt that she saw a ruthless ghost and god, and she said in a trembling voice:

"I'm sorry, sir, I don't dare to do it anymore!"

Tang Song looked at her silently, until her face turned pale, her body gradually trembled, and tears accumulated in her eyes, then she nodded slightly:

"My woman will naturally not allow others to touch her, but even so, there is no need to think of fooling and taking advantage of me.

Just remember this time and serve me to bathe!"

In the bathroom, Mariko Yashida sat down directly on her knees and performed a traditional Fuso "Toshita seat!"

"I'm sorry, sir, I was wrong. Please forgive me. I will never do it again in the future!"

She was not wearing any clothes, and she was posing in such a low-seat posture. The beautiful curves of her slender waist and plump hips immediately formed an almost perfect snow-white heart shape. Tang and Song admired it for a while, then nodded and said:

"Just admit your mistake and get up!"

Mariko Yashida stood up and helped Tang and Song undress and take a bath.

Then when Tang Song sat on the small bench, she rubbed his back and then knelt in front of him again.

Of course, this time, Tang Song did not wake her up again.

"Okay, I get it!"

In the hotel room, after washing up, Tang Song held Mariko Yashida, who had changed her clothes, in his arms, threw the phone aside, and continued to study the eight-guchi kimono she was wearing.

The so-called eight-kou body is a kind of characteristic clothing in Japan. As for the one worn by Mariko Yashida.

It obviously has some erotic meaning, and there is nothing underneath the black eight mouths with their mouths open everywhere, making it convenient for Tang and Song Dynasties to do whatever they want.

"Who is your fiancé?"

The Tang and Song dynasties were a bit heavy-handed

Mariko Yashida bit her lip, humming with some pain, raised her head, and said with charming eyes:

"My father is interested, the son of Japan's Minister of Internal Affairs, Hideki Takahashi of the Takahashi family!"

"Then you are now a widow!"

After Tang Song finished speaking, he felt that Mariko Yashida's body became stiff for an instant, and then became as limp as mud.

……………

"My grandfather is seriously ill. His personal doctor said he has at most three months to live. This may be why my father is anxious to marry me off!"

Afterwards, Mariko Yashida stretched out her fingers to draw circles on Tang Song's chest.

"He was afraid that grandpa would hand Yashida to me before he died!"

(End of chapter)