The Most Beautiful Boy In Tokyo

Miyamoto Yukiko's fingers were about to pull down her lace underwear when she was held down by Yuzuru's brow.

"Why are you taking this off?" Yu Xian was childish and sulky.

"Huh? Don't you want to check it out?"

"Top top! Why don't you just roll up your sleeves!" Yu Xian was speechless. It was said that women in love have particularly low IQs, but she had clearly never been in love, so why did she become so stupid?

"Oh." Miyamoto Yukiko shyly pulled on her narrow skirt 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~" Yuxian Zhisheng 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 home.

This home is complete and full of 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. It 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.

Women's clothing stores glowed white 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, widened her eyes in surprise. Miyamoto Yukiko often praised her children in the store for how outstanding they were, how good-looking they were and how well they sang, and told her colleagues that they could consider it if they 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 amazed when I saw it. The torrential rain became the background wall of the child. The pedestrians around him were ignored like a blurry lens. He was the only one left in the huge and quiet world, quietly putting his umbrella in. In the bag, raindrops dripped slowly along the umbrella body.

Shirasawa Rie swallowed, walked to Miyamoto Yukiko, and bumped her body gently: "Hey, the engagement you said 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 a child. See if I can do it." Rie Shirasawa smiled mischievously. "Although there is such a big age difference, I can wait until he goes to high school. I'm single anyway and it doesn't matter if I wait for 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. With that, 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." Shirasawa Rie, who was making a fuss, walked 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 few people 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 three thousand yen per hour, but I can give your child five thousand 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 daily salary was only 8,000 yen.

Moreover, she had to do everything from stocking new shelves to sorting out the inventory. Just putting on small clothes and standing at the door for two hours was more than her one-day 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, you can easily 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 with 30,000 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 keep talking. It's so scary, like a little wolf cub."

Miyamoto Yukiko pretended to tidy up her clothes, turned her back and snickered.

The 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 area It’s not big. It’s simply divided into private customization area, underwear area, and 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. .

Shirasawa Rie's business is doing very well, as can be seen from the expensive car with promotional pictures parked outside the door. As a woman who dares to do business in this turbulent period, I have to praise her as a hero among women. .

The two of them took Yuzuru to choose clothes. It wasn't until Shirasawa Rie stuffed a set of pink bear underwear and a set of gorgeous Lolita princess dresses into his arms that he realized - 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." Shirasawa Rie knelt down and touched his head.

Yu Xianzhisheng 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 kind of 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 so."

"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!”