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

He could only squat in panic in the small place that had lost its owner.

Fantasizing about the master's return.

Chapter 243 Fang Zuo and Abe Noque's ambiguous scene

The moonlight is cold and thin.

This female congresswoman, who has a gentle face but a strong personality, quietly reveals her extreme insecurity under the moonlight.

These days, she sat like this, leaning against the wall in a corner of the bedroom.

Abandoned by her parents since childhood, then abandoned by her husband, and now... am I going to be abandoned by the man I love again?

Shiraishi Nagimitsu, what is the meaning of your life?

"Why don't you sit on the bed?"

A gentle voice came.

Shiraishi Nagimitsu, who was sitting in the corner, was shocked all over and slowly raised his head in disbelief.

It’s still that familiar face.

A pair of big hands touched Shiraishi Nagimitsu's face, then touched her arms, and then pinched her bare feet.

"Ice cold." said the man.

A pair of big hands went down through her legs, supporting her plump buttocks as soft as water, and the other hand supported her back. He sat on the bed and held her in his arms.

Shiraishi Nagimitsu was stunned and didn't say a word or make any movement.

She just tilted her little head back blankly, staring at the man, tears welling up in her eyes, overflowing, and then flowing down.

His whole body was shaking and he was trying hard to hold back his voice.

She didn't cry out loud, nor did she hug the man tightly. She just looked at the man, tightly grasped one of his arms with both hands, and let the tears flow freely.

Tears kept running down her face, dripping from her chin, drop by drop, falling on her chest and merging into a pair of huge breasts.

"Why aren't you talking? You're crying so sadly..." The man said gently, "Are you blaming me for disappearing these days?"

Shiraishi Nagimitsu finally woke up, wiped away his tears desperately, and forced a smile.

"I...I'm not crying...Look...I'm not crying anymore. I'm very obedient...Don't leave again...Okay?"

"I didn't leave." The man held Shiraishi Nagi's small face in his big hands, and his thumbs couldn't stop wiping away her tears: "Something unexpected happened, and my phone is broken."

After saying that, he took it out and placed it in front of Shiraishi Nagimitsu: "Look, it won't turn on. I wasn't kidding you."

"Cry it out, don't hold it in." Fang Zuo patted her cheek and said softly, "Be good."

"Woo..." Shiraishi Nagimitsu whimpered and threw herself into the man's arms.

"I...I thought you didn't want me anymore..."

She cried so sadly that her body kept twitching and her cries were incomplete.

"how come....."

A big hand gently patted Shiraishi Nagimitsu's back.

No words were spoken.

She cried for a long time, until Fang Zuo's shirt was soaked, and then Shiraishi Nagimitsu slowly stopped.

"Don't leave me."

"Will not."

"Is this a dream?"

"of course not."

"Where have you been? Have you returned to China?"

"Of course not. I was injured and went to recuperate."

After hearing this, Shiraishi Nagimitsu looked up suddenly and quickly wiped away her tears. Sure enough, she saw that the familiar face was a little pale.

A pair of small hands nervously tore open the man's shirt, searching for wounds.

"It's not an external injury." Fang Zuo smiled and said, "It's an internal injury. I have provoked a powerful enemy. I may need you to protect me in the future."

After hearing this, Shiraishi Nagimitsu hurried to get out of bed.

"Where are you going?" Fang Zuo grabbed him.

"I'll pack my luggage and we'll go hide in Kawazu Town for a while. I have a house there. There are very few people there and no one can find us." Shiraishi Nagimitsu said nervously.

"It's not that exaggerated." Fang Zuo pulled her back into his arms: "If I have to hide, I'll hide alone."

"No!!!" Shiraishi Nagimitsu suddenly shouted, struggling to break free from the man's arms, and looked at Fang Zuo seriously: "Let's go together, no matter where we go, I don't want to be left behind again."

Her little face was covered with traces of tears, but her expression was extremely determined.

"Leave Yui to Meiyi's care. No matter what happens, I will go with you. Don't abandon me. Promise me."

"It's not that serious."

"promise me."

"I'm just kidding."

"promise me."

"it is good."

Hearing the answer she wanted, Shiraishi Nagimitsu finally smiled, but tears flowed uncontrollably again.

Throw herself into the man's arms.

"Every day since I found out you were missing, I sat there. Only when I had walls behind, on both sides, I could stop being afraid and feel safe." Shiraishi Nagimitsu said as she slowly lowered her head, tossed her messy hair aside, and tears fell all the way.

Fang Zuo was stunned. He had never seen a woman burying herself in tears so charmingly and sexily.

I touched Shiraishi Nagi's hard-working little head and felt her tears still dripping down.

Shiraishi Nagimitsu raised her head, tears still flowing, she was gasping for breath, and the foam at the corners of her mouth mixed with her tears.

"Don't abandon me again."

In the bathroom.

Filled with mist, mixed with a light aroma.

There were two bottles of red wine next to the bathtub.

The phone is placed next to the Bluetooth speaker and music is playing on the speaker.

With seductive eyes, Shiraishi Nagimitsu picked up a bottle of red wine and poured it into the bathtub, then hugged Fang Zuo who was sitting in the bathtub tightly from behind.

The body and huge thing covered with white foam rubbed the man's back.

"I don't know how happy I'll be to see you tomorrow, Yui."

"Your sister must hate me to death."

"She's been helping me a lot these days. If it weren't for her, Yui and I might have fallen ill."

Shiraishi Nagimitsu slowly recounted how he had spent the past few days, and as usual, shared every detail of his work and life.

"So your new Japanese Prime Minister is about to step down again?"

"Probably not, as long as no one tampered with him." Shiraishi Nagimitsu shook his head. "His final term was less than a year. No one wants to waste political capital competing with him for such a short time. Washington probably wouldn't want to support an obedient prime minister in such a short time."

"That is to say, this is a very awkward period."

"Yes, even cabinet members. Many officials who have just entered the cabinet lost in the re-election and are not even members of parliament now. This is very rare in the entire history of Japanese politics."

Suddenly, the phone rang from the Bluetooth speaker.

Shiraishi Nagimitsu frowned and picked up the phone. It was so late, who would call him at this time.

Abe no bird?

Why are you video chatting me at this early morning?

Shiraishi Nagimitsu answered the video call.

I saw Abe Noja was also in the bathtub, buried in water full of white bubbles like Shiraishi Nagiko.

Abe Nosuke was lying in the bathtub with a glass of red wine.

Looking at Shiraishi Nagi's face full of spring tides, the spring feelings that could not be concealed at the corners of her mouth and eyes.

The haggard look she had shown over the past few days seemed to have suddenly returned to normal.

In the camera, Shiraishi Nagihiru is buried in the water, lying on the side of the bathtub.

Only her head was exposed above the water, and the mobile phone camera deliberately avoided shooting the area around her. Behind her were the man's two thighs.

Abe Nojaku knew what this satisfied look meant, and couldn't help but curl her red lips: "I'm so sorry for delaying Councillor Shiraishi's good thing. I hope it's not stuck at the most critical moment? Otherwise, I would be guilty of a great sin."

"Congressman Abe, don't feel guilty. You should be able to tell whether he has it or not." Shiraishi Nagimitsu was so bold that it surprised Abe Nojaku.

"What do you think about tomorrow's agenda?" Abe Noja glanced at the screen and saw the legs of the man behind Shiraishi Nagimitsu, who was dishonestly rubbing Shiraishi Nagimitsu's smooth back.

"Tomorrow's agenda?" Shiraishi Nagimitsu was stunned.

"Didn't you see the list of urgent matters for tomorrow that the Speaker sent you?" Abe Nojaku raised an eyebrow. "That's not like you, Councillor Shiraishi. It's very unprofessional."

"When was it sent?"

"The Congress meeting was dissolved not long ago."

"I really haven't seen it. Let me take a look for a moment." Shiraishi Nagimitsu was about to switch email accounts.

She has been absent-minded these days, just like a zombie, which is indeed a bit unprofessional.

"Don't look, Councillor Shiraishi, let me tell you something," Abe Nozaki said, shaking the red wine in his hand. "Our interim Prime Minister has added an agenda."

"The interim agenda item proposed by Shigeki is a major issue for amending the Constitution, specifically the deletion of Article 9, Paragraph 2 of the Japanese Constitution."

"Deleting Article 9, Paragraph 2 of the Japanese Constitution? That's simply wishful thinking." Shiraishi Nagimitsu's face turned serious. "What does he want to do?"

"An interim prime minister, who has only been in office for a few days, wants to amend the constitution, and he even explicitly wants to restore the title and war rights of the Japanese military."

Article 9, Paragraph 2 of the Japanese Constitution states that Japan renounces war, does not maintain warlike capabilities, and does not possess the right to declare war.

Failure to maintain combat effectiveness is already on the verge of being blurred. In fact, the combat effectiveness of the Self-Defense Forces has been increasing, but it is still not called an army.

And this interim prime minister actually put forward such an important proposal.

Does this guy want to remilitarize the Self-Defense Forces?

"I think so." Abe Noja took a sip of red wine. "In fact, Article 9, Paragraph 2 of the Constitution, which prohibits the maintenance of combat capability, has been overturned, hasn't it?"

"A new Izumo-class warship is about to go to sea again. This is the second ship this year. The Maritime Self-Defense Force's combat capability has been maintained and is even getting stronger."

"This shows that even if it is written into the constitution, it is nothing more than a boring title. It is better to abandon it. This makes Japan's international status even more important."

A strange light flashed in Abe Nojaku's eyes, and the red wine glass covered his face.

"I know what you're thinking, Senator Abe. What a boring name! Is it just a simple, boring name? Shiba Shigeru's topic is exactly what you want, and it's also a step in your plan, isn't it? No, I will never agree to it." Shiraishi Nagimitsu shook his head.

"I absolutely do not agree with allowing the Self-Defense Forces to return to the path of military expansion. Under the constraints of the Constitution, these people have still reached this level of military expansion. If there is no second paragraph of Article 9, how much more expansion will be, I dare not imagine."

"It's foreseeable that once the name is changed, countless funds and industrial factories will openly flow into the military industry, parliamentarians and officials will make a fortune from military procurement, and the entire Japanese government will be tied to the chariot of the military-industrial interest groups."

"Congressman Abe, you called me specifically to confuse and persuade me to agree to this."

"Give up, I won't agree to it. As long as I'm in this position, I will never compromise."

"I've long suspected that Councillor Shiraishi wouldn't agree, but I've noticed he's been a bit restless lately, and often distracted, so I decided to give it a try." Abe Nojaku smiled, putting down his wine glass. He also imitated Shiraishi Nagimitsu, changing his position and resting his hands on the edge of the bathtub.

"Actually, it doesn't matter whether you agree or not, Councillor Shiraishi. Three of the five representatives have already agreed. This issue will definitely be put to the floor for a vote in Congress."

Abe Nosuke looked at a large hand reaching out, not knowing what it was doing underwater:

"It seems that Councillor Shiraishi's recent bad state is because of the man behind him."

"Hey, the man behind here who has Councillor Shiraishi so obsessed, why don't you dare come out and see me?"

Abe no Suku smiled provocatively.

Shiraishi Nagimitsu turned his head and looked at Fang Zuo inquiringly.