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

Keiko Minamikawa walked into the studio with an expressionless face.

The tender little white hands covered her mouth and she yawned lightly.

idiot.

hateful.

That damn man.

I came here three times last night.

Reaching the peak each time.

Each time it seemed like it was about to die, and then it came back to life.

The pleasure was simply incomparable, something I had never experienced before.

I can't help but sink into it again and again.

Even the bed sheets were changed once.

but.

It's so tiring.

As the last time came, he fell into a deep sleep.

Even when I woke up in the morning, I felt weird.

I just realized that I fell asleep last night without even taking it out.

The electricity is out.

Keiko Minamikawa came to the studio desk.

There are still more than ten minutes left before the broadcast.

This midday news broadcast is the best time period.

Although it is not as good as at night, you don’t have to stay up late and it won’t affect your nightlife.

This is the time period that many female anchors dream of.

Keiko Minamikawa just sat down and picked up the manuscript, ready to preview the content of today's broadcast.

Aches in limbs.

When she sat down and crossed her legs, Minamikawa Keiko gasped in pain.

Last night was crazy.

Some redness and swelling.

After just a few minutes of watching, the damn man's portrait appeared in front of me again.

The familiar feeling came again.

Minamikawa Keiko's face flushed and she squeezed her legs together.

He gritted his teeth and forced himself to calm down.

This is an online live broadcast, and viewers across the country are watching me.

Keiko Minamikawa bit her tongue hard and forced herself to put on a professional smile.

Waiting for the director's countdown.

But she really overestimated herself.

Chapter 31: Minamikawa Keiko, the biggest career crisis

Keiko Minamikawa is experiencing the biggest crisis in her career.

In the studio, she sat upright and reported.

She was given twenty minutes.

It is also the most golden time.

The staff on site and the audience in front of the TV all enjoyed her show.

She read the manuscript neatly word by word.

The voice is ups and downs, very professional.

Just like her beauty is impeccable.

She in the camera.

Professional, dignified, beautiful, and inviolable temperament.

But today, there is a slight vibrato in the crisp sound.

Maybe the air-conditioned room is too cold and my throat feels a little uncomfortable.

This is normal.

Everyone thought so considerately.

But those with sharp eyes noticed why the air conditioner was so cold.

Tiny beads of sweat appeared on her fair forehead.

Only Keiko Minamikawa herself knew that she had reached the limit of her patience.

......

Then she ran away in high heels, twisting her waist.

The staff was left surprised.

What is she going to do?

Keiko Minamikawa quickly fled back to the office in her high heels.

"boom."

Close the door hard.

"Click."

Lock the door and take off your high heels.

She sat in her office chair.

The man's face appeared before my eyes again.

Smiling towards myself.

It was like setting off a bomb.

The physical emotions could no longer be suppressed.

The pink toes in the black stockings were bent hard and gripped the ground tightly.

Her mind was blank, her red lips were slightly open, and she didn't want to move at all.

Under air conditioning.

Fang Zuo came to the second floor of the Tokyo Tower underground parking lot.

When he arrived at the entrance of the Tokyo Exorcist Police Station, Fang Zuo thought he had come to the wrong place.

Several pickup trucks were unloading truckloads of rose bouquets.

A lot of them have been unloaded at the police station entrance.

There were so many of them that they blocked the entrance tightly.

A team of staff was moving bunches of flowers to the third underground floor.

Fang Zuo came to the third underground floor and passed by several offices and found that one person was missing.

Where is Sannomiya Tsubaki?

She can usually be seen coming out to greet me.

I didn't even see the little guy along the way.

Her desk was also empty.

When I arrived at my desk, all the staff were whispering to each other.

The employees carrying bouquets of roses were heading towards Yingkong Kurumi's office one by one.

Fang Zuo was left scratching his head in boredom. Where did that little guy go?

He walked over to Maori Takeda and patted his shoulder.

"Hi! Mr. Fujino!" Mori Takeda quickly stood up and gave a standard police salute.

look steadily forward.

I'm afraid even the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department wouldn't receive such treatment.

Ever since Fang Zuo taught Kumano Beiwei and his fellow disciples a lesson.

Especially that senior brother whose demonic power is almost perfect.

The police officers in this office looked at Fang Zuo as if they were seeing the most terrifying Shikigami.

"Where is Miss Sannomiya Tsubaki? Why didn't she come to work today?" Fang Zuo asked.

"Hi!" Maori Takeda said, "I heard her mother was sick, so she asked for leave to take care of her."

Mom is sick?

Fang Zuo touched his chin.

Through the office glass, Sakura Kurumi was sitting at her desk, staring expressionlessly at the flower delivery employees coming in and out.

There was a burning rage in her beautiful eyes.

Fang Zuo came to the office.

I saw that the empty space in the office was filled with roses.

Employees are still piling up.

When she saw Fang Zuo coming in, Yingkong Kurumi's expression instantly became extremely shy.

She picked up the phone and said coquettishly into the microphone: "Arigato, thank you very much for the flowers. I promised you."

Then an intimate "Mmmmm."

Kissing non-stop.

Her little mouth kept kissing the microphone.

Seeing Fang Zuo coming in, he glanced at Fang Zuo.

Turn your back and continue the conversation.

She giggled from time to time.

Today, Sakura Sora Kurumi is wearing tight black leather pants.

The hip bag fits perfectly, even the tip of the buttocks is clearly curved.

The black stiletto high heels make the long legs look extremely slender.

She was not wearing socks, and her straight, snow-white instep was dazzlingly white against the black high heels.

She wore a black waist-baring vest.

There is a leather corset under the chest.

A leather gun bag was strapped diagonally to the side.

The breasts were originally of the right size and had a perfect upturned peach-shaped curve.

The tight leather bra squeezes out huge white grooves.

Yingkong Kurumi finished the call.

I saw Fang Zuo standing at the door.