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

I thought I had a new life.

But how come it has turned out like this before it even started?

You are so useless.

Sannomiya Tsubakiko.

Just cry, don’t cry.

Sannomiya Tsubaki bit her lower lip tightly.

Don't let yourself cry out loud.

"Let me do it." The strange young man picked up the handkerchief and wiped it gently, and the scratch disappeared.

“It’s just a little bit of dirt.”

The stranger said, handing over the wooden sign.

Sannomiya Tsubaki took it, touched it with her fair little hand and looked at it carefully.

They have indeed all disappeared.

She held the wooden sign in her arms.

He wiped away his tears and forced a smile.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome," the stranger said. "Is this important to you?"

"Yes." Sannomiya Tsubaki nodded: "It's very important."

"What are you going to do?"

"I don't know. I don't know what to do." Sannomiya Tsubaki shook her head.

"Don't worry, I know the boss of these people. They won't harass you again tomorrow." The stranger stood up and wanted to pat Sannomiya Tsubaki's little head.

Sannomiya Tsubaki hurriedly dodged.

"I'm sorry... I'm not used to people doing this." Sannomiya Tsubaki also stood up and bowed deeply.

Although I don't know whether what this stranger said is true or false.

But I am very grateful to him.

"It's okay, just open your shop with peace of mind." The strange young man said this and left.

Sannomiya Tsubaki chased after him half-believingly, but looked around and found no trace of the stranger.

Inside the Bonsai Museum in Edogawa Ward.

A beautiful woman wearing black mourning clothes, white socks and wooden clogs is pruning potted plants.

Occasionally, when she bent down to sort the weeds, a pair of plump, smooth, white breasts hung out from under her clothes.

The hem of her mourning dress was tied around her thighs.

Revealing smooth calves.

"Ma'am, is it really right for us to come here from Guanxi?" An old man with tattoos on both arms knelt on the ground, his head pressed to the ground, and said respectfully, "I always feel that everything here is so unfamiliar."

"I know what you mean." The beautiful woman shook her head. "But there's no place for us in Guanxi anymore."

"After my husband died, you old guys are the only ones in the Yamaguchi group who still listen to me."

"Those young guys don't take us seriously, especially since our territory in Kansai is becoming more and more consolidated, they are taking me less and less seriously."

"Only by coming to Kanto to open up new territory will I be of use to these young guys."

"Besides, only by entering a new battlefield can we deplete the strength of these guys."

“We have a chance to take power back.”

The old man said guiltily: "Ma'am, I'm so sorry. It's all our fault that we old guys are so useless."

"It's not your fault. Everyone gets old."

"It's also good now. By packaging the Yamaguchi-gumi under the guise of a financial company, the government will only see a decrease in the number of people registered with the organization."

The beautiful woman stood up and wiped the sweat from her head.

Suddenly she was stunned.

A complicated expression appeared on his face.

"Madam, are you okay?" The old man looked up.

The beautiful woman shook her head: "It's okay."

"Sure enough, the tough guys came and that group of young guys just disappeared."

The beautiful woman smiled happily.

She went into the house and came out again after a while.

He took a piece of paper and gave it to the old man.

The old man took it and saw a few lines of handwriting on it.

[Tell our people not to touch a girl named Sannomiya Tsubakiko.]

【But there's no need to notify those guys' subordinates. 】

Chapter 92 Shiraishi Nagimitsu's Tenderness

It was already evening when Fang Zuo returned to Shiraishi Nagimitsu's villa.

The air conditioning inside is on full blast.

Shiraishi Nagimitsu had not yet noticed the man's arrival.

She was immersed in cooking.

Wearing a one-piece beige sweater dress and with long wavy hair, she was standing in the open kitchen preparing dinner.

The J-cup bust inside is as big as a small boat and can almost be used as a hat.

But it can still only lightly support the plump lower half of Shiraishi Nagimitsu's breasts.

The vertical lines on the sweater were twisted by these two plump and towering behemoths.

Shiraishi Nagimitsu was frying and flipping the steak awkwardly.

The occasional splash of oil frightened her and made her pale.

She didn't have any of the aura of the strong woman she had in parliament that afternoon.

She has never cooked since she was a child.

She has always believed that cooking is a waste of time and a waste of life.

Eating is just to fill your stomach.

What could be better than fast food?

Until she had this man.

It turns out that cooking is so much fun.

Eating together becomes a source of joy.

I just don't know if he will come back tonight.

To know.

The wagyu beef I fried today was very good.

Thinking of the man, Shiraishi Nagimitsu smiled gently.

The fat from the steak seeped out under the high temperature, emitting a faint aroma.

Both sides were seared until brown, locking in the juices in the steak.

Shiraishi Nagimitsu nodded in satisfaction. Now she just needed to keep it warm and wait for her man to come back.

"Onii-chan." It was Oda Yui who was sitting on the sofa who noticed Fang Zuo and shouted happily.

Shiraishi Nagimitsu raised his head and saw Fang Zuo standing at the door with a smile.

"You're back." Shiraishi Nagimitsu hurried over, hooked her arms around Fang Zuo's neck, stood on tiptoe, and kissed him deeply with her tongue.

As passionate and lingering as ever.

"I'm hungry." Oda Yui was wearing a big T-shirt, and her pair of snow-white feet were kicking on the sofa like beating a drum.

She interrupted with a frown on her face.

Shiraishi Nagimitsu gave Oda Yui a reproachful look.

He squatted down and gently changed Fang Zuo's shoes.

She kissed him lightly again, her voice so soft that only she and the man could hear: "I am very happy today."

Fang Zuo patted Shiraishi Nagimitsu's plump buttocks.

A wave of flesh rose up.

Even through the thin knitted skirt, you can clearly feel the touch sinking deep into the buttocks.

And a narrow thong.

“Win?”

"Yeah." Shiraishi Nagimitsu nodded, then stood on tiptoe and kissed the corner of the man's mouth to wipe away her saliva. "Not only did I win, I have a strong chance of being elected as the party chairman this year. The comments in the media and the overall public opinion are all in my favor."

"Awesome."

Fang Zuo suddenly grabbed with both hands.

Deeply embedded in Shiraishi Nagimitsu's buttocks.

The overflowing buttocks pushed out from between the fingers.

Shiraishi Nagimitsu let out a soft cry of pain.

Her cheeks instantly turned red as if she was drunk.

Gentle to the bone.

He gently punched Fang Zuo with his fist.

Then she bit her lower lip happily.

I just like the painful feeling that men give me.

He turned around and picked up two plates of steaks.

"time to eat."

Three people sat at the table.

Three grilled steaks and a large bowl of miso soup.

There is also a jug of fresh juice next to it.

"Is it delicious?" Shiraishi Nagimitsu cut off a piece and tasted it.

"Oh, Ichi." Oda Yui ate while shaking her ponytail, looking extremely satisfied.

"Very good." Fang Zuo nodded.

The mouth is full of grease when you bite it.

The beef was tender and juicy.

A light milky aroma.

"Any plans for the future?" Fang Zuo asked.

"My plan this year is to become the party chairman so that I can fully unite the party's forces."

"Next year, the Prime Minister will be elected, and this will be my first time running for office." Shiraishi Nagiko's expression gradually became serious. "There has never been a female Prime Minister in Japanese history. I think Abe Nozaki feels the same way as I do."

"Also, she probably thought this incident was over. My counterattack has just begun. It's my turn to make a move later."