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

A group of people were discussing what to do after being laid off and what to do if they really had to be transferred to Tokyo.

Yes, what should I do?

Kyoko Sasaki's heart became even more entangled.

I am responsible for the livelihood of my family.

Do I really have to do as Ishizawa Nako said and ask the new president for help?

"At this age, what are you thinking about? If I had your face and figure, and such a fat baby, and could get a job with such a high salary after retirement by sleeping with him for one night, I would do it even if the other party was a hundred-year-old old man." Ishizawa Nako said this very seriously and with envy.

But I really can't do such a thing.

Nozomi Sasaki patted her head.

What are you thinking about? Things haven't gotten that bad yet, have they?

Kiko Sasaki lifted her plump thighs and slowly took off her flesh-colored stockings.

The stockings left several red marks on the fair skin.

Then take off the skirt, thong and bra.

The whole person stood in front of the mirror with a pale face.

Are there really many men who would want me like this?

Ding dong.

Doorbell rang.

Who will come at this time?

Nozomi Sasaki was shocked.

Chapter 194 The Other Side of Sister-in-law

Dusk.

The Prime Minister's residence is next to the official residence.

This temporary prime minister, who succeeded the deceased predecessor, has very Westernized preferences.

On the first day of moving into the residence, he transformed his study into a modern integrated apartment.

There was even a folding bed at the innermost part.

This made the workers who had decorated the residence of several prime ministers grumble in their hearts that this prime minister did not seem to have any Japanese characteristics.

The Prime Minister stood at the window of his study, looking at the sunset, and sighed deeply.

"What? Are you repenting for what you did, Your Excellency the Prime Minister?" A sarcastic voice came from the door.

Without turning around, the Prime Minister said calmly, "Some things are done and what's the point of repenting? Don't you think so, Senator Abe?"

Abe Noja walked in wearing a one-piece white stretch skirt. Her entire upper body was wrapped in the white skirt. The fabric on her chest and arms was semi-transparent, and her skin underneath was faintly visible.

She has long hair and wears simple American copper hoop earrings.

American makeup, folded eyebrows, and still a bright red lipstick color.

Abe Noja has obviously lost a lot of weight these days, and her face looks very young.

The only thing that hasn't gotten thinner is the extremely exaggerated hips and fat buttocks.

And the plump thighs without stockings.

Abe Noja looked around the study, which was decorated as a multi-purpose apartment with an open kitchen, a shower room, and even an integrated coffee machine.

She smiled and said, "This should be the style of the apartment you lived in during your time in the United States. It seems that the Prime Minister still remembers everything there. Is he unable to forget his homeland?"

"Congressman Abe's daily attire is also European and American. I heard that several of your villas were decorated by European and American designers." Prime Minister Kishida turned and walked to the coffee machine. As he spoke, he poured a cup of coffee and handed it to Abe Nosuke.

"I'm old and my memory isn't great, so I'm used to the places where I spend the most time, and everything is exactly the same as before."

"When your memory isn't great, it's easy to find or grab anything. This isn't something you deserve to be ridiculed by Congressman Abe, is it? Here, this is our coffee from Kagoshima. Congressman Abe, have a try."

"This isn't European or American, it's grown entirely by our Japanese farmers. I heard that Senator Abe drinks coffee from abroad, so he should try the coffee he grows in Japan from time to time."

Abe Nosuke took it and took a sip. "This is the coffee they planted after Kagoshima abandoned their farmland after you implemented the rice paddy reduction bill. It tastes pretty good."

"The fact that a woman as refined as Congresswoman Abe said it was a good thing means they've done a great job. Isn't that a good thing? Since Kagoshima switched to coffee farming, farmers' income has increased by 20%." Prime Minister Kishida walked over to the folding cot, slowly sat down, looked at Abe Nozaki, and said:

“In the future, farmers in Kagoshima will continue to build specialty coffee brands, just like Japanese fruit, by continuously improving the coffee grown in Japan into the finest coffee, and then selling it to the world.”

The Prime Minister shrugged his shoulders while sitting on the folding bed. "Excuse me, Senator Abe, I didn't expect to receive guests in the study here, so I didn't prepare any sofas or chairs."

"It's okay." Abe Noja kicked the large cube-shaped speaker next to her lightly with her high-heeled foot.

A 'boom' sound.

The square speaker had a big hole kicked in it by the heel of the high heels, and at the same time it slid to the middle of the house.

Abe Nozaki walked forward a few steps, sat down on the speaker and looked at Prime Minister Kishida with a smile.

The thick and soft buttocks were deformed and overflowed, piling up beside the waist and hips.

"I'm not one to compromise myself. Even if there's no place for me, I'll find a place to sit."

"Your Excellency, the Prime Minister has a good idea. However, even if the farmers in Kagoshima were to cultivate so-called Japanese boutique coffee in a decade or so, what would happen then? Putting aside the question of whether they could compete with so many international brands, with such a small output, what impact could they have on the international coffee market? And what benefits could they bring?" Abe Nozaki said sarcastically.

"This seemingly far-sighted move, which seemed to increase the income of farmers in Kagoshima, has cost Japan a major rice-producing region."

"Yes, that's right. Farmers' income in Kagoshima has increased by 20%, but the price of rice in the Japanese market has increased by 70%, and that's the price of new rice."

"Your Excellency the Prime Minister is truly good at calculating. Also, these coffee seeds were purchased from Monsanto, right? These genetically modified seeds can't reproduce on their own, so they have to be purchased from Monsanto generation after generation, right?"

"I don't know where Congressman Abe heard this rumor from. Even if it's true, the farmers' income has increased so much, isn't it real?" The Prime Minister said in a deep voice, "Nowadays, all trade in the world is integrated. As long as their income increases, farmers will have money in their hands and can naturally buy the seeds they want."

"Can you definitely buy it if you have money? Wasn't it possible to buy rice some time ago? When the people have to rely on the Jews for everything they need to survive, I'm afraid they will have to pay several times or even dozens of times the price to buy these seeds." Abe Noque sneered repeatedly:

"Although I dress in a European and American style and drink foreign coffee, I will never betray the interests of the Japanese people."

"But our respected Prime Minister is different. He is a devout Jew, and everything he does is for the benefit of the Jewish people. The implementation of these laws has made several Jewish groups rich, but has also caused Japanese farmers to lose their biggest jobs."

"Really? Our Jewish Prime Minister of Japan?"

"All of this is just your fantasy. Regarding Japan's agricultural seeds and the Japan Agricultural Cooperative Association," the Prime Minister remained silent for a long moment before speaking. "Abe, I don't know what you're talking about. In a few days, I won't be the Prime Minister of Japan anymore. If you have any suggestions, you can raise them with the new Prime Minister."

"The Japan Agricultural Cooperative Association? They're all short-sighted." Abe Nojaku shook his head. "Just like you, you're stuck in this group. What kind of talent can the leader chosen later be? I can fix my own mistakes myself. I don't need these idiots."

After saying that, Abe Noja stood up and turned to leave.

The Prime Minister looked at the unfinished cup of coffee on the table and sighed deeply.

------

"Director Sakura Kurumi, I'm leaving this in your care." Cabinet Defense Minister Minoru Kihara and Maritime Self-Defense Force Chief of Staff Ryo Sakai bowed at the same time to show their respect.

After Yingkong Kurumi returned the gift, the two said goodbye with satisfaction and walked out.

Hashimoto Yuuna stepped on her long legs, glanced at Sakura Sora Kurumi with gritted teeth, snorted coldly, and followed her out of the room.

"You surprise me, Director Sakura Sora Kurumi." Interior Minister Hiroshi Kojima walked up to him and sighed, "Didn't I tell you to just send Deputy Director Kaede Karen and a few agents? And you actually decided to go on this mission yourself. No matter what, stay safe. A safe return is the first prerequisite for this mission."

"Yes, Your Excellency, I will pay attention to it." Sakura Kurumi said with a smile.

Home Affairs Minister Hiroshi Kojima nodded and left as well.

Yingsora Kurumi picked up the poster, looked at it, put it back on the table, opened the door and walked in the opposite direction of the corridor.

Fenghua Lian also came out shortly after.

"Why do you look so sad?" Yingkong Kurumi shook her ponytail and stretched out her little hand to pat Fenghualian's serious little face.

"Hey~~~, we're heading to the Northern Four Islands, which is now Russian territory." Feng Hualian's expression was grim: "Aren't you worried at all?"

"Worry? What's the use of worrying." Yingkong Kurumi saw that this woman rarely avoided her 'claws' and withdrew her hand in confusion. It was really boring not to resist.

She put her hands behind her back, skipped and walked forward with a relaxed pace.

A pair of high heels made a crisp "thump thump" sound.

The high ponytail on the little head is very elastic and moves up and down with its owner's jumping.

All of this is in sharp contrast to the tight and curvaceous sexy leather jacket and the two plump and jelly-like bouncy buttocks.

The look on her face, like that of a little girl, was completely different from the serious look she had just had in the room. She didn't look like the famous director of the Security Department at all.

Feng Hualian rolled her eyes. After being asked to come to the Security Bureau by the woman in front of her, they worked together for a few days and experienced several cases of varying sizes.

Sometimes this woman is decisive and ruthless, sometimes she is like a child, and sometimes she is like a devil who humiliates him in every way. She could have let him go to the fire pit just now, but she did it herself.

What the hell is she thinking?

Fenghua Lian took a few quick steps to catch up with Yingkong Kurumi's bouncing footsteps.

She held the folder in front of her chest, and walked rhythmically and orderly behind Sakura Kurumi with a pair of long legs in flesh-colored stockings, looking like a typical deputy.

"Hey." Feng Hualian shouted loudly.

"Huh?" Yingkong Kurumi turned around and frowned.

"Why do you have to go by yourself? Why don't you just let me go? Since the higher-ups have decided to let me go." Feng Hualian expressed her inner doubts: "Anyway, you asked me to come here just to humiliate me."

"No reason." Yingkong Kurumi shrugged, turned around, and continued to skip forward. After a while, she threw out a sentence: "Who made you my subordinate?"

Feng Hualian was holding the folder. When she heard this answer, she paused for a moment, lowered her head, and a complex emotion flashed through her heart.

When I looked up, the narrow and dim corridor was about to end, and the sunset light was still strong at the exit in the distance.

Darkness, light.

Narrow road, exit.

A jumping figure was about to walk out.

Feng Hualian strode after the figure and shouted, "Hey~~~ Yingkong Kurumi, take your folder over there. You always ask me to take it. I'm your subordinate, not your servant."

Sakura Sora Kurumi kicked the door shut with her beautiful legs hanging in the air.

Then she skillfully clamped her legs around the man's waist, hooked her hands around the man's neck, and looked at the man in front of her with a smile.

Yingkong Kurumi leaned forward to kiss him madly, and finally stopped after a while. Her face flushed red, she licked the saliva from the corner of her mouth, and punched the man's chest with her pink fist: "Why are you here?"

Fang Zuo smelled the fragrance on her body and said with a smile: "Why, can't you come? Yingkong Walnut Hall."

The voice just fell.

"Your folder." Feng Hualian pushed open the door and rushed in.

This scene.

The three of them were stunned at the same time.

Feng Hualian looked at the man, and huge waves surged in her heart.

Feng Hualian looked at the intoxicating blush on Yingkong Kurumi's face and felt very sad.

I am already very familiar with this man, but he probably doesn't even know who I am.

"Let me introduce you to my deputy, Miss Fenghua Lian. Isn't she beautiful?" Yingkong Kurumi opened her mouth and took a bite of Fang Zuo: "She is a rare beauty. You are allowed to take a closer look."

Fang Zuo turned his head and looked at Feng Hualian's expression, remembering her high-pitched screams when she was absorbed last night.

I didn't see him look so cold as usual.

Fang Zuo nodded slightly.

Feng Hualian had a cold face, threw the folder away, snorted, and turned away.

There was a loud 'bang'.

The force used when closing the door was so great that the door frame almost collapsed.

"She is like this all the time, always looking like an ice cube." Yingkong Kurumi put her little face close to Fang Zuo's ear and said, gently biting Fang Zuo's earlobe with her teeth.

That’s not forever, Fang Zuo replied silently in his heart, and his voice was louder than yours.

"I have my period, so I can't be in the office today." After taking a bite, Yingkong Walnut buried her little face in Fang Zuo's shoulder, rubbing back and forth like a kitten.

"It sounds like you feel quite regretful." Fang Zuo sat on the desk chair holding Yingkong Walnut.

"It's me who feels the most regretful." Yingkong Kurumi bit Fang Zuo's shoulder again: "By the way, I have something to tell you."

"Hmm." Fang Zuo's big hands kneaded it: "It feels a little worse with leather pants."