People are wreaking havoc in Tokyo, ladies, please stay put!

However, the advantages of high heels are obvious. Kaedeka Ren, who originally had a smaller figure than Sakura Kurumi, now has a figure almost the same as Sakura Kurumi when she puts on high heels.

The pair of beautiful legs, set off by high heels and black stockings, appear even more graceful, straight and slender like jade.

Because she was pointing her toes and trying her best to hold on to her high heels, she had to tense her legs and lift her chest to maintain her body's center of gravity.

Seen from the side, her figure is curvy, full of curves, and very attractive, although her buttocks are not as exaggeratedly plump as those of Yingkong Kurumi.

But they are about the same size.

This should be very similar to Sakura Sora Kurumi.

Feng Hualian looked at herself in the mirror and nodded with satisfaction.

She took out her artist mask and slowly put it on her face.

The artist's mask flashed with black light and fitted her small face.

Then the face shape slowly changed and became blurred.

Finally finalized.

Feng Hualian looked at herself back and forth in the mirror.

They really look alike. Her figure was a little worse before, and the lines of her long legs were slightly different. Now, with high heels and black stockings, she is almost indistinguishable from the real person.

The buttocks are still a little thin, but it shouldn't be noticeable under the skirt, right?

Feng Hualian thought to herself.

After walking out of the apartment building, Feng Hualian, who originally wanted to ride a motorcycle, decided to give up after thinking about the different models.

Anyway, the coffee shop she gave me is not far away.

Come to the coffee shop.

Inside, three men sat in chairs, looking at their phones and drinking coffee.

Two middle-aged men and an old man.

Which one is he?

You can't just send a message to ask, right?

Just when she didn't know what to choose, a middle-aged man stood up and left. When he passed by Feng Hualian, his eyes widened.

He stared at Feng Hualian again and again and almost bumped into the glass.

There were two left, still drinking coffee and looking at their phones.

Feng Hualian stood at the door pretending to be on the phone.

Constantly wandering.

She tried to let the two men see her and walked over.

But both of them were looking at their phones and didn't look up.

Feng Hualian opened her red lips slightly and cursed softly.

I could only stay away and call Fang Zuo.

Then he hid his little head behind the glass and peeked to see who answered the phone.

No one answered?

The two men were still looking at their phones.

Suddenly the old man picked up the phone, which frightened Feng Hualian.

I was relieved when I found that my call was still not connected and the old man was talking happily.

I don't think Yingkong Kurumi would be so depraved as to have a relationship with a man in his seventies or eighties.

Then there is only one left.

Feng Hualian sneered and walked towards the last middle-aged man.

Feng Hualian walked up to the middle-aged man.

This wretched man is watching a 2D video.

"Hey." Feng Hualian shouted with a look of disdain.

The middle-aged man looked up and looked at Feng Hualian blankly.

"Why didn't you answer my call?" Feng Hualian said.

"Who are you? Oh, you're from a brothel, right?" The middle-aged man looked puzzled. "Did I buy your time? I have to go home and explain to my wife today, so I can't help you."

The middle-aged man looked at Feng Hualian lustfully, feeling very reluctant to leave: "Which shop are you in? I'll come find you tomorrow."

Having said that, Feng Hualian knew that she had found the wrong person.

Her little face instantly blushed.

A 'boom' sound.

She lifted her long legs wrapped in black stockings and stepped on the table, shouting in anger, "You have a wife, but you still go to a brothel? Believe it or not, I'll take you back to the police station."

The middle-aged man looked at Feng Hualian's long black legs in confusion, then looked at the fierce expression on Feng Hualian's little face.

He left a comment like "crazy" and ran away without even drinking his coffee.

Feng Hualian took a deep breath and took a long time to suppress her violent mood. It turned out that she had been busy for a long time, but that damn man still hadn't come.

He neither replied to messages nor answered calls.

Fang Zuo was on the street across from the coffee shop, watching the woman's performance with great interest.

From the moment she arrived at the coffee shop and looked at the three men, to the time she called to confirm, she just didn't answer.

Then when she saw that it was an old man, a look of panic and contempt appeared on her face.

When I found out it wasn't, I felt relieved again.

Finally, she became angry and raised her long legs to step on the table to intimidate the middle-aged man.

A delicate little face, with facial features changing from calm to panic, and then from shy to cursing.

Fully interprets her psychological activities.

I have to say that this shape-shifting magic weapon is very exquisitely made, but unfortunately in Fang Zuo's eyes, it is almost nothing.

Who is she?

Why did you pretend to be Yingkong Kurumi to see me?

It should be someone around Sakura Kurumi, otherwise he wouldn't know of my existence.

Feng Hualian sat in the coffee shop, constantly watching the people passing by. From time to time, men came in, but none of them was the one she was waiting for.

Instead, a few people came up to her and tried to talk to her, asking for her contact information, but were scolded by the furious Fenghua Lian and left in embarrassment.

There was no reply to the message on the phone, and no one answered the call after I called many times.

It seems that this damn man is deliberately playing tricks on me.

Feng Hualian finally couldn't stand it anymore, stood up and walked out.

Just opened the glass door of the coffee shop.

A pair of large hands hugged her from behind and directly inserted into her white shirt.

"Do you miss me, baby?" the man said in a deep voice.

finally come.

Feng Hualian was surprised, happy and shy.

Seeing passers-by, all of them looked at me with complicated eyes, as if I was being kneaded inside my white shirt.

She struggled hard, but the arms were holding her tightly and she couldn't get free.

He wanted to use his spiritual power, but was afraid of being seen through.

Forget it, this face belongs to Sakura Kurumi anyway, so it’s her who will be embarrassed.

Fenghualian gave up.

It’s just that the body is your own.

The solid feeling is also your own.

She seemed like a small lotus pod.

then.

I could only bite my lower lip.

Fang Zuo was very satisfied with the feel.

"Why are you so late?" Feng Hualian gritted her teeth and endured it.

"Guess." said the man.

I guess you XXXXXX

Feng Hualian almost went berserk when she heard this.

He wanted to pull out his pistol, pull the trigger frantically at the man, and empty the magazine.

It seemed as if the man sensed her rage.

With an impatient pinch of his fingers, Feng Hualian's body trembled and became much more obedient.

"Let's go inside and talk." Feng Hualian's legs were shaking a little.

"What are you talking about?" The man's voice was full of doubt. "Aren't we meeting to do what we love?"

"When is there any need for conversation?"

The man was talking but his hands were still moving.

How on earth did Sakura Kurumi get along with this man? Kaede Karen was going crazy.

"Then...what have you been doing these days..." Feng Hualian asked unwillingly.

"I'm thinking of you." The man's hands became stronger and stronger.

This made Feng Hualian's legs even more unstable.

"I'm asking you a serious question." Her little face was getting redder and redder.

Even her beautiful eyes began to look a little confused.

Chapter 187

"I have indeed been thinking about you all the time. Don't you miss me?" Fang Zuo felt a big hand stroking his palm.

"I want..." Feng Hualian gritted her teeth, spitting out a word from between her teeth, trying hard to break free.

But no matter how hard he tried, the pair of iron arms did not move at all, and the big hands still controlled the white shirt and did whatever they wanted.

"What are you thinking about?" the man asked.

"I miss...I miss you." Feng Hualian had never experienced such a tactile impact, and her brain was desperately reminding herself to stay awake.

The people coming and going on the street looked at the couple, one of them was unrestrained and didn't care about the eyes of passers-by, while the other was shy and seemed to be reluctant to accept. They all showed a commonplace smile, completely unaware that Feng Hualian was feeling her skin turning from warm to cold at this time.

This cannot go on.

Feng Hualian decided to subdue the man by surprise.

She thought about it, and the spiritual power in her body surged. She struggled violently, leaning her back backward, trying to break free from the man's arms.

But the man's arms remained motionless, as if nothing had happened.

My behavior was like a doll being held in someone's arms and played with, begging for more hugs.

Fenghua Lian drove the Shikigami in disbelief, but the following result made her feel as if cold water was poured over her from head to toe, leaving her feeling cold.

Even the boiling blood and emotions in my body calmed down a lot.

The Shikigami remained motionless, without even a hint of response, as if he had never owned it.

Feng Hualian gritted her teeth and pushed her head back, but the man's shoulder gently took over, making it look as if she had leaned over on her own.