The Most Beautiful Boy In Tokyo

"Of course I don't want to wear this dress, I'm shivering just thinking about it."

"But today is the first day you go to school, the kids in the school are very shrewd, if the teacher and the kids see me in a bulging dress and an elderly local old woman In the same way, there is no guarantee that you will be discriminated against in school, and maybe even bullied by older children."

"So you have to pay a price. This dress is very expensive, and the teachers in the school must know what it is." Miyamoto Yukiko said proudly, "Look at my mother, I will kill them all crazy!"

"I owe you." Yu Xianzhi nodded.

"Scream mom, call it softly, you can cancel it all out." Miyamoto Yukiko said loudly, looking forward and aggrieved.

Yu Xianzhisheng stepped on the floor with bare feet, looked up at Miyamoto Yukiko, and said, "Xuezi, I can't scream."

He bowed, and bowed to the end.

Miyamoto Yukiko blushed after doing so, and was the first to be embarrassed.

She looked down at the time on her watch, quickly picked up the lipstick on the table, and ran away as if escaping: "The bathroom is at the end of the corridor, just brush your teeth, I'm going to fry egg bread for you."

When the fragrant smell of fried egg came from the kitchen on the first floor, Yu Xian Zhisheng also walked into the bathroom. On the simple washbasin were all kinds of cosmetics used by women. Some brands Yu Xian Zhisheng recognized were all Very expensive brands, but most of them have bottomed out.

The other side is a relatively cheap alternative, it seems that it has just been bought and opened for a long time, and it can be used for a long time.

This woman sacrificed her own quality of life and chose to bring herself back.

Yu Xianzhi picked up the white toothbrush that she usually used at night, squeezed the mint-flavored toothpaste, and brushed her teeth gruntingly. Finally, he cleaned the toothbrush cup and looked at himself with slightly long hair in the mirror. Said: "Come on, childish."

The breakfast was very warm.

At the dining table, Miyamoto Yukiko stared at Yu Xianzhi's hair and said, "The hair is a little longer, it looks good, but I'm worried that the teacher will embarrass you with this."

"Whatever, teacher." Yu Xianzhi was biting into the fried egg, his voice blurred: "Wait a little longer and then cut it all off, so that you can save a fortune for a haircut."

Miyamoto Yukiko was stunned for a moment, then laughed dumbly: "I'm so sorry for making you suffer."

Yu Xianzhisheng swallowed all the soft-hearted omelette in his mouth, and drank the residue of milk in his mouth, leaving a white salad dressing on the corner of his mouth: "I am very happy with you."

Miyamoto Yukiko was stunned again. First of all, she didn't realize what this sentence was, or she didn't think that this sentence would come out of a child's mouth. She stared blankly at Yu Xianzhisheng in front of her, and then Laughed uncontrollably.

"Don't fight at school, I'll worry about you getting hurt." Miyamoto Yukiko put his own bread on his plate, "I will pay off the debt little by little, and I will never let you and me suffer, No matter how much money is spent, I can still support this family."

"I don't need money." Yu Xianzhi blinked, "As long as there is fishing, I can be very happy."

Miyamoto Yukiko covered her lips, and her giggling laughter leaked from her palm.

"So cute," she said. "I never thought the little boy would be so cute. I should have brought you back."

Yu Xianzhi put down the bread he just ate, and looked serious: "It's not like this, Xuezi, only I am like this, others will not be as cute as me, you must understand this."

Miyamoto Yukiko was laughing so hard that she didn't even need to take medicine for depression.

She covered her stomach and grabbed her handbag, took the car keys at the entrance, and called Yu Xian Zhisheng over: "Zisheng, help me see if all the zippers on the back of the dress are closed?"

The little hand stretched out through the sea of ​​black ink,

Yu Xianzhisheng repeatedly confirmed that the zipper lock of this black dress was perfect, but she was really tall. Even if she stood on the entrance door with a height of about five centimeters and a high stool, Miyamoto Yukiko's height still seemed to him. Very deterrent.

"This is your lunch box. Go to the refrigerator and get a bottle of beverages to take with you." Miyamoto Yukiko put a tempura bowl into the childish old schoolbag. "After school at night, I'll take you to buy a new schoolbag, and I'm going to change into new underwear too."

She twisted uneasily, apparently feeling that the fat under her dress was squeezing and fleeing through every crevice, and the lace corset was as fragile as Mitsuhide Akechi's defeat in the Battle of Yamazaki.

The phone rang at the entrance, it was the Miyamoto family's special line.

Miyamoto Yukiko was puzzled, glanced at Yu Xianzhisheng, and picked up the handset: "Hello, this is the Miyamoto family."

"Sure enough, it's Xuezi. I haven't heard your voice for a long time. The last time we met you were in the Sword and Martial Arts Hall in Tokyo Tower."

"Excuse me, who are you?" Miyamoto Yukiko was confused.

The other party was silent for a while, as if suppressing the anger in his heart, and after a while he said again: "It's me, Okuba Ryuo, did Yukiko forget me so quickly?"

Miyamoto Yukiko struggled to remember, and only then did he remember a figure in a trance, and he was not sure if it was him.

Okubata Ryuo, if I remember correctly, should be the eldest young master of the Okubata family. The Okubata family runs the super-large martial arts house and the automobile industry in Tokyo's Honda District, and has had commercial cooperation with Miyamoto Heavy Industries.

Okabata Ryuo was also a fanatical suitor of Miyamoto Yukiko. He once set a record of throwing 9,999 roses from the Ferris wheel, just to let Miyamoto Yukiko notice his feat. I don't like it, those roses were brought back by a bunch of elderly old ladies, and the old ladies were happy but couldn't keep their mouths shut.

Five years ago, I learned that the master of the Miyamoto family, Masao Miyamoto, challenged the whole of Japan. As long as it is a martial arts gym that can defeat the one-stroke kendo, he can get the shares of Miyamoto Heavy Industries and the right to marry Yukiko.

Okaba Ryuo, who heard the news, was so excited that he stayed up all night, and spent a lot of money to invite thugs from abroad to help out. , Even after five years have passed, the Okaba family, whose vitality has been severely damaged, has not been able to breathe.

"Okubata-kun, what's the matter?" Miyamoto Yukiko said. She didn't have a good impression of Okubata. In her impression, she was a playboy-like character who spent money like running water, spending money to buy women's favor.

"Xuezi..."

"If you call me Yukiko again, I'll hang up." Miyamoto Yukiko said, "Yueko is not something you can call me, Okobata, please call me by my honorific title."

At this time, Okobata called with absolutely no good purpose.