Supporting the body in the white blade, wandering in the red dust

As a profession of cowherd, if you are the top one, you can earn a lot in Japan - Bailang has also seen a gang of killer cowherds soliciting customers on the street at night in Kabukicho. In his opinion, these people are basically bastards, and he is full of them. The feminine aura on her face makes people want to slap a dozen of them to death. Now this is definitely not Sayoko's husband - to say that Cowherd can indeed afford to live in such a high-end apartment, but judging from her expression and temperament, it is clear that Sayoko's husband should be a middle-level or senior executive in a large company.

Maybe he's from Tokyo University.

This Cowherd was also awesome, so he immediately found an excuse and ran away. Bailang was not polite at all, and sat directly in the Cowherd's seat - at this time, the food was not served. The waiter saw Bailang's ferocious look, and saw that Sayoko must also know this customer, so he didn't say much. Let's start serving the food directly. Bai Lang started to eat arrogantly, "Don't worry, I won't ask you to treat me. It's better to say that I treat you this time. After all, after being a neighbor these days, it's just a little treat from me."

Sayoko opposite was sitting on pins and needles, but she didn't dare to leave, and she didn't know what kind of expression to use to face the vicious man in front of her - she now believed that this man was from the underworld. "Madam, you don't want your husband to know that you are playing Cowherd outside now, right?" Bai Lang said the playful words he had wanted to say for a long time.

Bailang's eating movements were quite rough, but not rough. He didn't stare at Sayoko while he was eating, and his previous words were a bit careless. But Sayoko was frightened. She repeatedly wanted to beg for mercy, but she didn't seem to know how to speak. Should she just say please don't tell my husband? This was too direct, so the final result was that no words were spoken, and the food was tasteless.

After eating and drinking, Bailang stood up, "Let's go." He said, while Sayoko's expression seemed to be changing, but after a few seconds, she still stood up obediently and followed Bailang.

Arriving downstairs in the apartment, Xiao Yezi lowered her head and followed Bai Lang after swiping her card in. This woman must be so distraught now that she didn't know what to do. She just followed Bai Lang blankly and waited for her fate to be judged. If she were divorced by her husband because of this, her life would almost be over - in this era of poor economic conditions, the most likely outcome for a divorced woman would be to sell herself.

Bailang entered the elevator, and Xiaoyezi followed. Bailang pressed the floor button - he paused but did not press the other floors. He actually knew which floor Xiaoyezi's house was on, from the first time he saw it. Of course, an expert's perception can detect whether the elevator next door stops a few meters above or below. Bailang is just testing it now, although he is actually quite sure.

As expected, Sayoko didn't press the button, and followed Bailang when he arrived at the floor and got off the elevator - followed Bailang into his room, and then stood there motionless. "Are you going to sit down and beg for mercy?" Bailang sat carelessly on the sofa, looking at Sayoko wringing her hands in amusement. "Madam, when you come here, you must be prepared for what will happen, right? I hope to see your sincerity."

Bai Lang was full of evil spirits at the moment, and his suddenly powerful appearance looked a bit like Charlie Cao. Shan Liwen is impossible, because he is a gentle scumbag Ximen Qing, with a pretty face. After all, Bai Lang is also a Lei Daguan, but he has a little bit of Charlie Cao's charm - he is really not the bitch among bitches, the scum among scum.

Bailang watched with interest the reluctance on Xiao Yezi's face, but although his hands were slowly but surely unbuttoning his clothes.

Afterwards, Bai Lang leaned on the bedside and watched the woman put on her clothes one by one and ran out quietly. "We already have the handle." The fighter muttered, "This is exactly like the plot in the movie."

Bailang actually saw Sayoko's husband the next day - he saw the elevator stopped at her floor, and then he came down and opened it, and it must be the middle-aged man inside. This man indeed looked like an elite, wearing a brand-name suit and a briefcase, and went directly to the underground garage to prepare to drive to work. "This look and temperament are actually much better than that of the Cowherd. This Xiaoyezi has to raise a Cowherd. He is really heartless." Bailang secretly sighed for this buddy.

But will this guy have a mistress? Judging from Bai Lang's keen observation, there is probably an outer room outside. But what does this matter? Now Bai Lang could only be sure of one thing, Xiao Yezi was here at his call. He let out a weird laugh after the man whom he had nodded to had left, and he was also ready to go and take a look around.

The natural scenery in Japan is actually quite good, and the cultural landscape is actually similar in the country. Similar tourist souvenirs are sold everywhere, and at most they differ in the local snacks. Japan is even better in terms of monotony - their local snacks are almost all sweet buns filled with red bean paste. Bailang asked the company that he has no plans to compete recently, so he takes the Shinkansen to travel everywhere.

He can also speak Japanese, and his martial arts skills have reached such a level that he can be considered a land god, and his learning ability is still very strong. And a long time ago, he had seen descriptions of the so-called famous railway bento in many comics, and there were also food comics about different bento boxes at various stations in Japan. There is indeed an introductory manual in this area, so after Bailang took one, he was going to eat all the way and take a look.

"Bah! It tastes terrible! I'm finally convinced!" Not to mention that these lunch boxes are cold, the taste is also surprisingly monotonous. It's quite good after one or two times, it's okay after three or four times, and it's okay after five or six times. Already tired of it. And Bailang confirmed one thing - except for the three major metropolitan areas, small and medium-sized towns in other parts of the country are actually dying. In the cities he went to, the only place that was more lively was the station. Walking inside, there were all empty houses.

Hot spring hotels are somewhat popular, but other places are really not that good. Many shopping streets that can be traced back to the past are now closed. Bailang was quite happy - he was happy because of the small book, and nothing else.

After wandering outside for half a month, he was in a good mood when he returned home, so he made a phone call. Not long after, he saw someone knocking on the door gently. When he opened the door, it was Sayoko standing outside, looking like he was forcing a smile.