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

But at least some information is available: age, height, voice, and Asian ethnicity.

The neighboring country has a magic trick that I can't understand.

Ashiya Dosan stood up and paced back and forth, then paused to ponder for a moment before saying, "No need to find out. Let's arrange a time. I'll mobilize my men to ambush him and capture him for interrogation. As long as he shows up, even if we can't capture him alive, killing him will weaken the enemy's power."

"Ah, no." Feng Hualian said hurriedly inexplicably frightened.

"Huh? Why?" Ashiya Dosan raised his head and asked.

"I just think this ambush is too hasty and sloppy." Feng Hualian said, "For Yingkong Kurumi to have risen to such a powerful position in such a short time, it's probably not that simple. Perhaps there's an extremely large organization or secret behind it."

"What you said... makes sense." Ashiya Dosan nodded: "Then I'll give you some more time to see. By the way, look at who this is."

As Ashiya Michisan was speaking, a young man came over and took the phone.

Seeing Fenghualian in the video, the boy shouted happily.

"Sister, sister, how are you? I miss you so much."

The happiness cannot be hidden on the childish face, but the IQ seems a little low.

Feng Hualian looked at the boy on the phone and nodded repeatedly: "I'm fine, you have to eat well and be obedient, okay?"

"I know, sister, I eat a lot every day..." Before the boy could say anything, Ashiya Dosan took the phone back.

"Don't worry, as long as you work hard for the Ashiya family, he and your people in Kyushu will be fine." Ashiya Dosan said in a deep voice: "I will arrange for the best hospital for them and give them the best life."

"Hi! Please, sir." Feng Hualian nodded in agreement.

The video hangs up.

Feng Hualian, who had been standing straight, relaxed her waist.

My body was already exhausted, and after relaxing, I went through another round of tension, and suddenly I felt a little unsteady.

He fell hard into the chair.

A smell that didn't belong to him slowly flowed out and dripped onto the stool.

Feng Hualian felt a pang in her heart and wiped it with the tissue beside her.

The tears that had finally stopped were about to burst out again.

Suddenly, a pair of arms hugged her from behind.

Feng Hualian was so frightened that she trembled violently and almost stood up and turned around to attack.

But then the warmth of his arms and the masculine scent in his embrace made her body soften.

I had just left all this familiarity.

"How did you know I was here?" Feng Hualian naturally put her head close to the man's chest behind her.

Later I realized that I didn’t know why I did this.

"It's not difficult to take you to a nearby place and find where you live. How could I not know?" Fang Zuo looked at the small apartment. It was not big, only about 50 square meters.

The layout was somewhat cozy, but a bit messy, with a few pieces of clothing scattered on the sofa.

"I've never been to your little room before." Fang Zuo said, "You're always working overtime."

"Yes, the Security Bureau is too busy." Feng Hualian quickly took over and said awkwardly: "My home is a mess, I don't want to bring you here, and it's just a place to rest for a while, and I often change places to stay."

The next sentence is a foreshadowing, what if he has been to Yingkong Kurumi's place.

Yingsora Kurumi is indeed a workaholic. I haven't seen her leave work in recent days.

I've been resting in the inner room of the office.

But I am the same. Although I have been teased by Yingkong Kurumi these days, sometimes I understand her very well.

To some extent, his experiences and Sakura Kurumi's are almost the same.

For someone who has been without a home since childhood, sometimes work is the meaning of daily life and the reason for existence that he or she finds for himself or herself.

As for this kind of nest, it is just a place for temporary rest, how can it be called home?

Fang Zuo glanced at the dryer next to him, which was filled with a pile of neatly stacked underwear after being washed and dried.

Reached out and dialed it.

Unexpectedly, there were few thongs in this pile of underwear, mostly various cotton panties, and the colors were mostly pink and white.

This made Feng Hualian blush, but she didn't dare to do anything that would arouse suspicion, and could only let the man do what he wanted.

"Why did you choose a thong today?" Fang Zuo picked up Feng Hualian and sat on the sofa like all other couples.

"The uniform skirt I'm wearing today is a bit tight, and the cotton underwear will have traces of the corners, which makes it look ugly when I wear it." Feng Hualian buried her little head in the man's arms, not daring to look up and meet his gaze, for fear of revealing a flaw. "Besides, it was you who sent me a message asking me to dress sexier."

"So good." Fang Zuo's big hand slowly stroked Feng Hualian's back, to her slender neck, and then to the back of her head.

This action made Feng Hualian moan with pleasure, and then she quickly closed her mouth, her little face a little shy.

Fang Zuo's big hand slid across her neck and came to the back of her head, lifting Feng Hualian's wet hair and casually flicking it.

The long black hair became dry in an instant and fell down in loose and fluffy clothes.

Fang Zuo put his big hands into Feng Hualian's slightly thin thighs, held her slightly upright, let her lean on his arms, and then gently helped her straighten her hair.

Then, before Feng Hualian could react, another big hand reached into her bathrobe and placed it on her lower abdomen.

A warm current came over, and the torn and painful area suddenly felt much better.

"Are you feeling better?" Fang Zuo asked.

"What?" Feng Hualian was stunned.

"Aren't you having your period?" Fang Zuo asked, "Is this more comfortable? Does it still hurt?"

"Yeah, very comfortable." Feng Hualian twisted her body, found a more comfortable position, and lay in the man's arms: "It doesn't hurt anymore."

Smell the masculine scent on him.

This man's behavior...

So gentle and considerate.

Does he often do this for Sakura Kurumi?

This question popped up in Feng Hualian's mind, but the next moment, she didn't want to know the answer.

Her heart was filled with complicated emotions at this moment. There seemed to be some sweetness, but it was followed by waves of bitterness.

I am just using the identity of another woman to enjoy the tenderness and consideration that does not belong to me.

How pitiful, Fenghualian.

It's like a dream.

"I've never seen you wear these underwear." The man said, picking up a pink lace thong.

This thong is a bit conservative in design and has more fabric than many trendy thongs.

"I'll wear it for you to see later." Feng Hualian was stunned after saying this.

Is there a future?

Maybe in the future, either I will die at his hands, or he will die in front of me.

For a moment, Feng Hualian felt so complicated that she wanted to cry again.

"Later? Not now?" Fang Zuo hooked his little finger.

Fenghua Lian didn't have time to put on her underwear.

Just wearing a bathrobe.

"No, it hurts..." Feng Hualian's face turned red in an instant after being scratched by the little finger.

"I know." Fang Zuo nodded, and his big hand stopped doing mischief.

The few times of absorption just now have made it as thin as water and cannot be regenerated so quickly.

Big hands kneading the buttocks.

It is thin and not as plump as the Sakura Walnut, but since I am used to eating big fish and meat, I find this kind of texture unique and fresh.

"What are you going to do later?" Feng Hualian asked cautiously.

"I haven't decided yet. I have a lot of ideas waiting to be verified." Fang Zuo replied: "Heaven, the Kingdom of God, as well as the Brahma of India and the paradise of Islam. I want to visit all these incense worlds."

Feng Hualian was stunned.

What is this talking about?

I understand the first sentence, but why don’t I understand a single word of the second sentence?

I really didn't understand.

What is he talking about?

For a moment, Fenghua Lian didn't know how to continue asking.

"Why did you ask me to save Kana Morisawa last time?" Feng Hualian decided to ask something she could understand.

Judging from that message, it seems that Sakura Kurumi just found out that the character Morisawa Kana is his.

It is impossible for a man to touch the Yamaguchi-gumi for no reason.

There must be some reason that made this man mix the black and white worlds together.

"I just made a move before." Fang Zuo had no intention of hiding anything from this woman. "Later, I discovered that the power of mortals also seemed to be influencing faith and incense, and could serve as a kind of medium for secondary vocational education. So I wanted to support it and see what it would be like if mortal power reached the pinnacle of this world."

This message is too rich.

Feng Hualian still didn't understand, but she seemed to understand a little.

Feng Hualian wanted to ask again.

The man's face suddenly lowered and kissed her on the lips.

Feng Hualian stared with her eyes wide open, her mood seemingly unable to change.

"Open your mouth," the man said. "Put it out."

"Oh." Feng Hualian obediently opened her red lips and tried hard to listen to the instructions.

I was instantly overwhelmed by the arousing emotions.

A pair of small hands went from tightly grasping the man's shirt to unconsciously wrapping around the man's neck.

In the end, he turned the tables and fought back desperately, imitating the opponent's moves.

When it comes to women, from 1 to 100 points, instinct is all that is needed.

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Prime Minister's Office in Tokyo.

The prime minister, who had already resigned in disguise and had only a short time left in his term, sat in his office with a relaxed expression.

After relieving the pressure, his sleep improved a lot, and no forces came looking for him in the past few days.

Finally, he went from being a very important person to becoming a useless old man.

This feeling doesn't seem that sad.

sometimes.

Letting go may be the best choice.

But this happy mood did not last long, and Saeko came again.

After the secretary informed.

The Japanese princess walked in gracefully in a short uniform skirt.

A pair of small feet are wrapped in flesh-colored stockings and stepped into black high heels.

The calves under the skirt are well-proportioned.

Saeko smiled.

A pair of willow-shaped eyebrows are drawn very charmingly.

There are always two natural blushes on her oval face.

In modern society, makeup technology is becoming more and more fashionable.