The Most Beautiful Boy In Tokyo

"Run away." "Run away." "Run away."

Seeing the little girl repeating these words continuously, Yu Xianzhisheng, who understood her meaning in an instant, was almost covered with cold blood, but what made him fall even more into the abyss was that the little girl's eyes seemed to see something terrifying. After picking up something, he immediately ran away without looking back.

At the same time, Miyamoto Yukiko's hand was placed on Yu Xianzhi's weak and young shoulder, while her other hand was holding an extremely sharp knife.

"I told you, don't play with this little girl." Miyamoto Yukiko said blankly, "It's naughty, right? I don't like her at all."

Yu Xianzhi nodded stiffly.

"Does she look good?" Miyamoto Yukiko asked again.

Is this a sending proposition?

Please, you are already a mature adult, so you won't be jealous of a little girl. The theme of this question is really unclear.

Yu Xianzhi said immediately, "I don't like her."

Having said that, the heart is not always the same. The skin of albino patients is generally as white as snow, dyed with the fragile and morbid condition of winter. Under such prominence, the blood vessels will be a different kind of bright red.

The little girl's hair was white and dry, but her eyes had a kind of breathtaking beauty, as if all the magnificence and redness in the world were born, just as Prometheus used the first flame of human beings to boil this big girl. Pot ruby ​​melted soup.

Winter, snow scene, white dress.

What a beautiful flu.

Or the little loli in Tokyo will play.

"Okay, let's eat." Miyamoto Yukiko walked to the kitchen and brought two cups of instant noodles. This is the purest Nissin instant noodles, as pure as Nissin instant noodles.

Is this what you call good cooking?

Fortunately, you don't have a dog at home, otherwise it would be no problem for him to make three dishes and one soup for us overnight.

Yu Xianzhi's heart was full of grooves, but he was relieved quickly. He was very satisfied with some food, but his expectations were too high at the beginning. The rule of 'a gentle woman who can hurt people must be excellent at cooking' seems to be inconsistent. Not applicable to reality.

Miyamoto Yukiko and Yu Xianzhi sat face to face, eating instant noodles with each other, and did not communicate much. Miyamoto Yukiko was still in a stupefied state.

In fact, she wasn't ready yet.

Going to the orphanage today to spend 1 million yen to bring this little boy home was a complete whim. She just suddenly had such an idea, and then she did it. As for whether she regretted it or not, she didn't think about it at all. However, as if there was an invisible thread pulling her, like playing with a puppet, she did it without any room for thought.

Yu Xianzhisheng was eating instant noodles, and the deliciousness of the artificial flavor made his palate dance. This was the only delicious food he had eaten since he crossed over to this little boy three years ago. Can't describe it properly.

The atmosphere gradually became warmer.

Suddenly, there was a roar of motorcycles outside the door, followed by a loud noise, accompanied by the sound of a steel bat hitting the iron fence.

"Women of the Miyamoto family, get out of here, uncle!"

"Hiding in the country and thinking I can't find it!"

"Hoohoho, I'm going to have a riot with the boss today!"

All kinds of noisy sounds gathered together, causing Yu Xian Zhisheng, who was swallowing the instant noodles, to froze on the chair, Miyamoto Yukiko pushed the instant noodles that had just been bitten off to Yu Xian Zhisheng's side, and sighed: "You continue Eat, I'll go out and have a look."

After she went out, Yu Xian Zhisheng immediately swallowed the instant noodles in his mouth, jumped off the chair with the instant noodle bowl in his hand, and leaned against the floor-to-ceiling window to look.

Soon he thought about it, put down the instant noodles reluctantly, put on his shoes and ran out without wearing the cotton coat.

Across the iron gate, Miyamoto Yukiko was confronting the opponent.

The visitors were all wearing loose bloomers and thick black jackets with old steel studs on their upper bodies. Three or five people sat on a motorcycle. There were as many as five motorcycles. martial arts flag.

The men sitting on the back seat of the motorcycle held steel rods in their hands and stared fiercely at Miyamoto Yukiko through the iron gate. Perhaps the boss didn't explain that this time he was going to be a woman before coming here, so they were vicious. His eyes quickly turned nasty.

There is no doubt that this kind of mature woman with a great body can ooze juice even with a light touch!

The man in the lead took a bat from the steel frame on the side of the motorcycle, smashed it hard at the iron gate, and shouted, "Hey! Women of the Miyamoto family, take out the money!"

There was a commotion, and the ignorant bad guys collectively whistled.

Bang bang bang, the harsh and dull sound of knocking on the door echoed far and far in the openness of the whole winter.

"I don't know you guys." Miyamoto Yukiko said with cold eyes, "Skinless guys."

"The stinky girl is still stubborn here." The leading man took out a cigarette from his jacket and lit it. At the same time, he took out a judgment book. , "This is the court's verdict. It's already down. You can't run away if you want to. Obediently hand over the compensation for destroying the Honda Town Martial Arts Hall!"

Miyamoto Yukiko's face became ugly, and her breathing lingered for a while. The contract with white letters on a black background was engraved with the seal of the Tokyo Honda Town District High Court. This contract has absolute legal effect.

——It was grandpa's fault.

Five years ago before the economic bubble came, Masao Miyamoto, the grandfather who owns a wealth of property and runs the 'One Hit Style' Kendo Club in Tokyo's Chuo Ward, burst into life. All martial arts challenge.

If the 'one-hit style' kendo loses, then Miyamoto Yukiko's grandfather, Masao Miyamoto, will announce to the whole of Japan that the 'one-hit style' kendo will withdraw from the stage of history, and even Miyamoto Heavy Industries, which is used to train famous swords and swords, will also be divided. Give the winner 20% of the shares and the right to marry the only daughter of the Miyamoto family, Miyamoto Yukiko.

And under the temptation of this kind of interest, that is, if Miyamoto Masao's "one-hit style" kendo wins, then the corresponding bet is that the opponent's martial arts halls will be smashed and all apprentices will be dismissed at the same time.

"The existence of weak people like this will only bring shame to the people of Tokyo!" Masao Miyamoto, who was full of high spirits at that time, announced to the whole of Japan in front of the reporter's microphone, and then started his road to God of War.

The most important thing is that this old man really did it.

So during that period of time, all the martial arts halls in various districts of Tokyo that voluntarily challenged were beaten and smashed, and they looked like chicken feathers all over the place, and all the people who practiced martial arts in Tokyo hid in the market every day. In the alley, I would rather linger on the thighs and knees of the JK girls than dare to confront the old man who was full of murderous aura.

According to the rules established before the challenge, if you lose, you will lose, if you win, you will win. Everyone who comes out knows this. Even if the martial arts hall is very angry after being smashed, they can't keep their promises. If you want to blame yourself, you can only blame yourself. He also covets the 20% stake in Miyamoto Heavy Industries and the right to marry Miyamoto Yukiko.

In those years, almost all the masters of the martial arts hall were waiting for the old man of the God of War from the Miyamoto family to burp. Then they got up from the laps of the girls, re-entered the arena and vibrated the majesty. Anyway, half of Tokyo can be bought. Washington, when the time comes, it won't work again.

But what everyone didn't expect was the raging economic bubble, and everyone collectively changed from millionaires to paupers overnight, and they didn't even have the money to open a martial arts gym.

Therefore, the master of the martial arts hall in Tokyo's Honda District took the lead not to talk about martial arts, and took the photos of the competition taken before, and took the entire Miyamoto family to court. The first case was unsuccessful, and the second sentence was postponed. This is the final verdict.

has become an urgent situation.

Grandma passed away very early. In the past two years, my grandfather and father passed away one after another. My mother abandoned Miyamoto's surname and remarried to the chairman of the board of directors of Osaka Shipyard. In the gradually declining Miyamoto family, only Miyamoto Yukiko was left. These people can only take out her anger.