The Most Beautiful Boy In Tokyo

The latest website: Yu Xian Zhisheng is rubbing the shoulder for Miyamoto. This little rabbit does not know where to learn the shoulders. The fingers are dancing and dancing. She let Xuezi lie comfortably on the pillow and moaned, and most of the frustration in her heart was relieved. She just had to hold her throat and say, "Young boy, I will give you a compliment if you don't poke me with the needle." .

This is not a service that everyone can enjoy.

Yu Xian is not a central air conditioner. If other women were depressed, he would just turn a blind eye, but Miyamoto Yukiko was depressed, and that wouldn't work.

If you are a man, you have to go to her, comfort her, coax her, give her a warm little prince hug and 1,800 sets of service skills. It will be over when she smiles. If it doesn't work, there is the ultimate killer weapon - Xiaoyu gives her The whole thing—backflip! Walk! neglect!

After this set of massage, a small amount of sweat appeared on Yuxian's forehead, and his fingers were a little sore, but the touch from his fingertips was very good. Xuezi's snow-white skin could be broken by the blow, and it glowed softly under the light. As the acupuncture points were opened from top to bottom, her whole body went from being slightly resistant at the beginning to feeling relaxed and happy.

As if being squeezed dry, Yu Xian lay on the bed shaking his hands and panting slightly.

It’s been a long time since I played the piano or the violin. My hands were a little sore from the muscles caused by overexertion. Before I could recover, I played another Requiem on her. It was really two bites. A big steamed bun - too much to eat.

Miyamoto Yukiko turned sideways towards Yu Xianzhisheng, resting her head on her arms, staring at him with a smile, and the corners of her mouth curved beautifully, but she remembered the phone call just now and frowned. Sigh softly.

"To go or not to go, that is the question." Yu Xian said naively.

"No." Miyamoto Yukiko raised an eyebrow, "Or do you think I will steal things in a convenience store?"

"I certainly don't think so."

Yu Xian shook his head naively, "But I think it's better to explain it clearly. If you do this, you will only become more and more unhappy. I read in a book that a woman would rather be a shrew than a resentful woman. , the anger you hold in your heart cannot be released, and in the end it will be you who gets hurt."

Miyamoto Yukiko fell into hesitation.

The caller just now was from the Narita District Police Station, which made her a little flustered, and she began to recall in her mind whether she had accidentally taken anything away from the convenience store.

She firmly believed in her heart, but she did not dare to disobey the orders issued by the police station.

She was actually calm enough. If it were any ordinary citizen, if they heard that the police station asked them to go there by themselves, they would definitely put on their clothes and run over without saying a word. People's obedience to authority is absolute, and this kind of 'resistance' The concept only exists in TV series.

"I'll go by myself tomorrow. It's not safe at night." Yukiko Miyamoto discussed. "Every time I call at night, I always have a feeling that something is wrong."

Yu Xian was childish and silent.

Your intuition is very accurate. Just feel something is wrong. Yuan and Yilong told themselves that these people are all gangsters from the Dragon and Tiger Club in Narita District. None of them are good. They can even collude with the police station.

As the granddaughter of Masao Miyamoto and the Valkyrie of the Miyamoto family, it is true that Yukiko is very good at fighting, but does she really dare to take action under that kind of authority? What's more, if you take action, can you really fight one against a hundred?

Huge beasts like elephants are afraid of ants swarming and biting her. What's more, she is just a woman who is tired and struggling for life.

Why did the other party act like this? Is it just to collect debt?

But it doesn’t look like it. This kind of debt that destroys the spirit of the contract is unreasonable. Violent debt collection itself is illegal, and people who can cross the law to issue orders and people related to this matter, There is and only one.

Only she can mobilize the Dragon and Tiger Club in Narita District.

The charming woman in the red dress appeared in Yu Xian's childish mind, and he remembered that she held his hand in the hospital. He couldn't help but feel sick in his heart. He instinctively felt that this matter should have something to do with him, but at present It’s not certain yet. Rina Ryoko should not be interested in debts. The purpose of the Narita District Dragon and Tiger Club this time is obviously different from the gangsters who came to collect debts last time.

Fortunately, Youyuan and Yilong solved the trouble for him and nipped this risk in the bud. Otherwise, he really didn't dare to think about what would happen.

He gradually realized the importance of rights. Without rights, he could not protect anyone. Without rights, he could not be a person at the card table. He did not want anyone to control his destiny, let alone anyone to disturb his and Xuezi's life.

This is an era where the weak cannot survive. Only power and power can build real defensive barriers.

For himself, the way to gain power is right in front of him. He has been ranked No. 1 in Tokyo for three consecutive years, entered the Zenith Maple Court, and has become the object of cultivation of power by the National Council.

But there is a simpler and faster way in front of us.

Just like what Yuan and Yilong said, as long as you can make Miss Kuroki Hitomi fall in love with you, marry her and you will be the young master of the Yuan family. The Yuan family is yours, the Twelve Thrones are yours, and the whole of Tokyo. The west is yours.

He felt it was too simple. He didn't pay much, just a little love. All he had to do was conquer the Black Wood Hitomi strategy. He was confident and certain that he could succeed, but she was not an NPC in the game, but a living person. When she talks to herself, she is like a gentle sister who takes care of her incompetent younger brother. She is arrogant, but very cute.

Sacrificing one's feelings to protect the person you want to protect is a difficult choice, because he doesn't like Kuroki Hitomi very much, all he has is the affection between companions, and a little bit of strong care for her. dependence.

Do you want to do this? He couldn't find the answer in his heart.

"Go ahead, I'll go with you." Yu Xian said naively, "After you explain everything, come back and go to bed. It's hard to keep things in mind. What's more, I want to eat butter bread."

"Butter bread?" Miyamoto Yukiko was stunned.

Convenience stores do sell butter bread. Expired ones are bundled and thrown into the trash can, waiting for homeless people to pick them up. Cream bread is not a valuable thing, and ordinary children rarely eat it.

"Do you like butter bread?" Yukiko Miyamoto asked.

"No, I don't like it, I just want to eat it suddenly. I haven't eaten it before." Yu Xian said naively.

"Isn't there an orphanage?" Yukiko Miyamoto was confused.

Yu Xian was silent for a while and nodded.

In fact, there was, but the bread he won was given to other children to eat, and he only tasted it.

In that nutritionally deficient environment, butter bread was the dream of all children, and he was no exception.

But he will be very happy when he sees others eating it, and it doesn't matter if he can't eat it himself.

It's not true that she wants to eat butter bread tonight, but it's true that she wants to go out to vent her anger. She really can't stand the grievance and depressed look. It's useless to comfort her at this time. Just find a reason to push her forward. .

Besides, the danger has been eliminated, so you can just go and have fun.

"Then let's go and buy you some butter bread!" Miyamoto Yukiko said with a smile.

"Who gets to the car first!" Yu Xian said loudly.

At this moment, joy bloomed in the hearts of the two people. Before the sadness and depression could conquer this woman, they were thrown out of her heart. There is nothing difficult in life. Explain it clearly and give it to yourself. Buy butter bread for your baby, nothing more, nothing can stop you from pampering him, as long as he wants it.

The two people jumped up from the bed and ran up the second floor one after the other. The house was twisting and deforming due to their excitement. The floor under their feet was stepped on and screamed, and the wind in the shadow of the trees whistled enthusiastically. Voice.

There is also rain, and the rain turns into a gentle sword, piercing the dark night earth.

The darkness of this era is thick and stirring underground, and the neon lights emitted for profit are intoxicating on the ground. People get together and separate. It seems lively, but it is fake like a masked dance. The true love is washed into the sewer by the water, and it is difficult to Search.

But it has nothing to do with the two people running.

There are no interests, no desires, no demands, only the inextricable loneliness intertwined with each other, forming a huge cocoon, wrapping the happiness of the two people, rolling forward vigorously.

The door was pushed open with a bang, and a whole pool of hot air flowed out. The two mermaids slid out, leaning against the car, breathing heavily, pointing at each other and laughing.

"Get in the car! Let's go!" Yu Xian waved his childish little hand.

"The order is received!" Miyamoto Yukiko took a general-like step, majestic and high-spirited, opened the car door and got in.

She turned the engine on.

Next to him, Yuxian Zhisheng said loudly: "The first procedure has been started."

Xuezi was embarrassed.

When she was embarrassed, Yu Xian was also embarrassed, and he quickly poked her waist.

"Hey!" Xuezi shouted while fastening her seat belt, "The engine has been started and the enemy has not been detected yet!"

"Charge!" Yu Xian's child waved forward.

Cars squealed happily on the road.

"Report to Commander Yukiko, the current road conditions are bad, please drive carefully, over!"

"Copy that, young boy...shi..."

"Call me combatant!"

"Copy that! Childish combatant!"

The wheels of the Nissan 240sx drove on the gravel road, bumping and undulating like an injured dog.

"I'm going to sell it," Miyamoto Yukiko said.

"Why sell it?" Yu Xian asked innocently.

"It's also good to use an electric car."

"Don't sell it."

"Why?"

"I want to use this car to go to many places with you in the future."

"When I get old in the future, you will hate me."

The car seemed to hear the conversation between the two, and the whine seemed to get louder.

"Why does such a future have to come?" Yu Xianzhisheng stretched out his hand to tidy up Xuezi's messy hair.

The car began to drive onto the main road, and the traffic situation gradually stabilized.

"Sir Yukiko, please move towards a better future, over!"

"Copy that, young combatant! We are heading towards a better future! Over!"

Every little thing becomes different due to the existence of each other, and life therefore has complete meaning. The Nissan 240sx sprays out rainbow-like exhaust and travels in the sea of ​​time. It rains lightly and the years pass. The past has passed and is coming. is coming.

...

The wireless signal passed through the Tokyo Tower and was transmitted to the Narita District signal transmission tower. It then crossed the heavy drizzle and poured into the intercom in the woman's hand. The rustling sound of electricity sounded.

This is Aoi Takura's home. The first floor is dark. A woman is sitting on the second floor combing her hair. There are drinks scattered around and ancient wooden lunch boxes with lids not closed.

She let out a long yawn and listened to the men's voices on the pager:

"The target has rushed towards Daping Street and is out of the daily observation range, over~"

"The second target noticed the deception and smashed the counter of the convenience store. The old woman in the convenience store was being grabbed by her collar and slapped, over~"

"The first target ran out holding a pile of butter buns."

"The target did not find any traces of the police station being cleaned up. The remaining gangsters were being beaten. The second target used a bamboo knife."

"Is the child happy?" the woman asked lazily.

People outside the intercom were stunned.

"First goal, do you look happy?"

"It seems...very happy." The men holding walkie-talkies were hiding in the tall buildings in the dark night.

"Wouldn't it be nice to be happy?" The woman sighed softly.

She picked up the pager and walked downstairs.

A dead pig-like woman was sleeping on the sofa on the first floor, and beer cans were scattered on the floor.

On the floor at the feet of the drunkard, a kitten-like girl was sleeping. Her hair was pale and her body was dazzlingly white, emitting a milky white light in the dark night.

She was covered with a thin quilt and curled up into a small ball.

The woman walked over and kicked Tian Kongkui awake with her feet. The little girl's body was covered with scars from being beaten with bamboo sticks. Thousands of blood flowed down her back densely, and the unscabbed wounds collapsed again after being beaten.

Tian Kongkui huddled on the floor with her arms folded, shivering.

The woman kicked her to the ground, her shoes stepped on her head, and a low whimper came from under her feet. The drunk woman on the sofa scratched her belly, turned over and fell asleep again.

"Where is the bathroom?" the woman asked, "The one on the second floor is broken."

A small pale hand stretched out from under his feet and pointed in one direction in the room.

The woman moved her feet, walked over, pulled up her long skirt and sat on the toilet, holding up her cheeks. She watched the little girl curl up again and fell asleep. She didn't like this pitiful creature, which always reminded her of herself. As a child.

The signal on the walkie-talkie kept coming, and there was the sound of urine spraying on the inner wall of the toilet. The men in black trench coats were startled, and they turned off the walkie-talkies in their hands at the same time, with panicked expressions on their faces.

The woman wiped herself, threw the paper towel into the paper tube, stood up from the toilet, stared at the urine swirling down, and yawned lazily. She was tired of seeing everything in the world, and she actually felt that flushing the toilet was better than those. The koan is interesting.

She picked up a can of beer from the table, opened it as she walked, took a sip, and walked up to the room on the second floor. Through the gap covered by the curtains, she stared at the home where the lights were not turned off. The Nissan 240sx in the yard was turned on. After leaving, the two childish ghosts went out in a hurry and didn't even lock the door.

If this goes too far, maybe a tiny camera will be installed.

Fortunately, I have already installed it.

Every corner, every crevice, every lamp socket.

There is no escape from the dragnet.

His every smile, every word, every stroke drawn under the light, his words to himself, every meal the second target cooked for him, every exchange between the two people, and those The playfulness and awkwardness are all visible.

She liked this feeling, like raising two white mice in a transparent box for observation.

She opened the curtains and stared at the towering Tokyo Tower in the central district through the drunken rain curtain, the brightly lit embankment, surrounded by stars like a crescent moon, and the undulating high-rise buildings at its feet.

She seemed to be standing on the vast plain, overlooking this huge city, this kingdom of her own.

But among the countless residential buildings with lights on, she could not find her own one, just like the Tokyo Tower she was watching silently, standing alone, connecting the sky and the earth, but unable to approach the human world.

She looked down at her watch and waited quietly.

Just after midnight, the bell rang, and the lights on Tokyo Tower changed. In the breeze and drizzle, the bright red signal lights gradually turned into a dazzling blue halo from bottom to top. That was the official start of the Starlight Awards. logo.

Bright fireworks spurted high, exploding into huge fireworks, shining silently in her eyes.

Under this fireworks ceremony, people walking on the night road raised their heads and looked at the sky. People in residential buildings opened their windows and looked over with laughter. Many people in the bar were watching the TV set on the closet. The front desk The reporter stood at the top of Tokyo Tower, smiling and announcing the arrival of this annual carnival to all Japan.

Countless people are waiting for this moment, which heralds a new round of shuffling on the Tokyo rankings, and also heralds the redefinition of the rankings of the top ten colleges after this event.

Money, power, reputation.

This is a super competition to stand on top of Tokyo.

Warmth, dependence, and companionship.

The car stopped beside the embankment of the river.

Miyamoto Yukiko leaned on the car, and Yuzuru sat on the hood of the car holding her legs. Both of them had butter bread in their hands. You took a bite of it and I took a bite, watching the fireworks rising in the sky.

"Yukiko."

"Um?"

"Please come closer to me."

"so."

"No, not close enough."

"so?"

"Well, that's fine."

Yu Xian leaned over like a cat and kissed her cheek with her creamy lips.

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