Substitute Toyokawa Shoko, you can become stronger by breathing

"That person's affairs are not my business."

"As for the 'favor' you mentioned, I think you may have misunderstood something."

Yamamoto Ryuichi stood up and looked down at Toyokawa Sadaharu who was still kneeling there:

"That person always does things based on his own preferences, without asking why. Perhaps he simply dislikes Mr. Toyokawa Takaaki."

"Let's stop here for today. I have some important things to attend to, so I won't keep you company for long."

After saying that, he didn't even look at Toyokawa Sadaharu again. He turned around, opened the paper door, and left, leaving Toyokawa Sadaharu with a look of surprise and confusion.

The paper door was gently closed behind him, blocking out the warm light and aroma of food from the restaurant.

Toyokawa Sadaharu stood outside the door in the cool night breeze, with a rare look of bewilderment on his face.

why?

What did I say wrong?

Could it be that the person behind the scenes is also hostile to me?

But if that is the case, why would the other party return the power to me?

This is totally illogical.

With a lot of doubts in his mind, Sadaharu Toyokawa got into the black Maybach under the protection of bodyguards.

After he left, Ryuichi Yamamoto did not leave the quiet Japanese-style room of the restaurant immediately.

He knelt down again, filled a glass of sake for himself, and drank it all in one gulp. The cold liquid slid down his throat and into his stomach, but it couldn't calm the turmoil in his heart.

Toyokawa Shoko...

This name, combined with the expression on the old man's face that seemed eager to "repay a favor", formed a picture full of black humor.

Yamamoto Ryuichi picked up the wine glass again. This time, he did not drink it. He just looked at the clear wine in the glass, which reflected his face full of awe and understanding.

He took out a plain-looking cell phone that was specially encrypted.

The call was connected almost instantly, with no waiting tone and no unnecessary greetings.

Yamamoto Ryuichi immediately lowered his posture to the lowest level and spoke into the microphone in an extremely respectful, almost reporting tone:

"Ms. Xiangzi."

A cold, young girl's voice came from the other end of the line. It was the familiar voice of "Toyokawa Shoko."

"explain."

Just one word, concise and without any emotion.

Yamamoto Ryuichi organized his words and spoke cautiously, "Your grandfather, Mr. Toyokawa Sadaharu, just came to see me."

He deliberately added imperceptible emphasis to the words "your grandfather".

This was a test and also a statement that he already knew something, but he would never ask more questions.

"Oh?"

It was an ascending tone with a hint of playfulness, as if something interesting had been heard.

"What did he say?"

Yamamoto Ryuichi felt a little relieved, and he immediately repeated the conversation word for word, objectively and in detail.

Including how Toyokawa Sadaharu tested, how he flattered, and finally, how he earnestly wanted to "thank him in person."

Sure enough, after he finished his report, a very light, almost imperceptible sneer came from the other end of the phone.

"He does... have a good plan."

She seemed to find it ridiculous, so she smiled and said:

"You did a good job."

Yamamoto Ryuichi immediately lowered his head and responded, and the heavy stone in his heart finally fell.

"If you don't have anything else, hang up. You don't need to get involved in the affairs of the Toyokawa family for now."

"clear."

The call was hung up.

Yamamoto Ryuichi held the phone and breathed a long sigh of relief.

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PS: This chapter has 4,500 words, and there will be an update in the afternoon, no less than 7,000 words

Chapter 145 Why are there more and more people in the family?

Let’s put aside Mr. Sadaharu Toyokawa’s ridiculous “misunderstanding”.

Recent developments have been too smooth.

When this thought flashed through Kujo Renji's mind, he was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of his apartment, overlooking the city wrapped in night and neon lights.

Smoothness usually means the beginning of losing control, and a road that is too smooth often leads to the most hidden traps.

But this time, it seems to be an exception.

Ave Mujica's problem was solved, and Sadaharu Toyokawa was unusually well-behaved, devoting all his energy to the reintegration of the group.

Everything is running perfectly on the track he laid.

This feeling of being in control should be pleasurable.

He picked up the cup beside him and took a sip.

Strong, unsweetened, unmilked black coffee, the bitter liquid slides down the throat, leaving a charcoal aftertaste.

This is one of the few habits he has retained that belongs to his identity as "Kujo Renji".

The bitter taste can keep his mind absolutely clear.

There was a slight noise from the entrance.

It’s Triangle Chuhua who’s back.

Ever since the Toyokawa family's problems were resolved, he no longer had any reason to continue "keeping Sankaku Hatsuka under house arrest."

Or protection?

After all, the girl herself had no complaints about this house arrest.

Her schedule has been extremely full recently, including variety shows, commercials, magazine shoots... As the dual face of "Sumimi" and "Ave Mujica", after returning to normal work, she naturally has to "make up" for her absence some time ago.

"Xiao Xiang..."

The girl's voice came from behind, with a subtle, animalistic tone of flattery. She seemed to want to say something, but hesitated.

Kujo Renji turned around, leaned against the window, and looked at her calmly.

Chu Hua was wearing a slightly gorgeous performance costume prepared for her by the TV station, and her face still had stage makeup on.

Under the soft light of the apartment, the idol-like delicacy and the fatigue deep in her eyes formed a strange and fragile beauty.

In her hands, she carefully held a small cupcake with delicate cream icing and a bright red strawberry on top.

"That... the production team gave it to me. They said it's a Hokkaido-exclusive milk cream..."

She held the cake forward, as if offering a tribute, with a hint of anticipation and a hint of nervousness, afraid of being rejected.

"I think... Xiaoxiang might like it."

Kujo Renji's gaze lingered on the cake for two seconds.

High in calories, high in sugar, a typical “food” that can make the brain secrete dopamine.

It’s just a pity that Xiangzi’s body has no preference for sweets.

He should have simply refused.

But looking at the girl's purple eyes that shimmered in the light, he suddenly changed his mind.

"Ah."

He responded calmly and reached out to take it.

The cake was light, and the sweet aroma of cream filled his nose. He used the small fork that came with it to casually scoop out a piece and put it in his mouth.

The sweet cream melts instantly on the tip of your tongue, and the feeling of happiness hits your taste buds.

However, when he raised his eyes and saw Sanjiao Chuhua's eyes instantly lit up at his simple action, he felt a little funny in his heart.

He picked up a toothpick and picked up a piece of strawberry, but instead of putting it into his own mouth, he handed it to Chuhua's lips.

This action came naturally, without any warning.

Chu Hua's body froze instantly.

She stared blankly at the bright red so close to her, her mind going blank.

"Open your mouth."

"Huh? Ok, ok!"

The cool, sweet and sour flesh melts on the tip of the tongue, and the refreshing juice instantly fills the entire mouth.

"Is it tasty?"

Kujo Renji handed the cake over and indicated that she could have a try.

The girl was a little flattered.

While making a humming sound, he lowered his head and carefully used a small fork to dig into the place where he had just eaten, and put the remaining cream and cake base into his mouth bit by bit.

Chu Hua quickly finished the cake, folded the wrapping paper carefully, and put it in his pocket like a treasure. Then he walked quietly behind him, like a dog waiting for his owner to pat his head, poured him a cup of warm water and placed it next to him.

She did not leave, but stood quietly behind him, at a distance that was neither too far nor too close so as not to disturb him, yet still allowing him to see her when he turned around.

She still carried the lingering scent of hairspray and perfume from the studio.

Kujo Renji sighed:

"Go take a shower first."

"Ahh...yes!"

As if she realized that she was being disliked, the girl's face turned red.

Soon the sound of running water was heard in the bathroom.

Kujo Renji's thoughts were pulled away from his work, and he suddenly remembered some irrelevant things.

Lately, Chuhua seems to be obsessed with some...strange crafts.

A few days ago, it was coffee latte art, and recently it seems like, I’m learning how to make omelet rice?

From another perspective, this may be her way of self-regulating and seeking recognition under tremendous mental pressure.

She tried to confirm her "value" through these clumsy and lifelike "flatteries", to prove that she was not just a tool to sing on the stage, but also a useful existence that could bring a touch of color to "Xiaoxiang's" life.

The sound of water stopped.

Not long after, Chu Hua came out of the bathroom wearing a clean set of pajamas.

She wiped her wet hair, and drops of water from the ends of her hair dripped onto her white collarbone, then slid down the curve and disappeared deep into her collar.

She seemed to think he was still concentrating on his work, so she moved very quietly, trying to slip back to her room without making a sound.

"Are you done washing?"

Jiujo Rensi's voice was not loud, but it made her freeze in an instant.

She turned around and looked at him somewhat bewilderedly.

"sit down."

He pointed to the spot next to the sofa.

"Ah... yes!"

Chu Hua was stunned for a moment, then sat down in a standard upright position at the location pointed by the other party, like a docile large dog waiting for its owner to pet it.