After divorce, I can hear the voice of the future

Chapter 338: A Night of Love is Worth a Thousand Gold

"Another day."

It was just dawn when Lu Liang walked out of Haneda Airport.

Suddenly he felt emotional. In the past ten days or so, he started from Shanghai and traveled around the world. He also had some time left, so he ran from the Eastern Hemisphere to the Western Hemisphere, and then to Tokyo in the Eastern Hemisphere.

After things are done in Tokyo, Lu Liang probably won’t go out again for a short period of time unless it is necessary.

Flying in the sky every day always makes me feel uneasy. It is better to keep my feet on the ground and feel more at ease.

Wen Chao drove over to pick him up at the airport. Half a month ago, he was sent here by Lu Liang to establish Xingheng Investment Company in Tokyo.

Previously, Lu Liang promised a so-called $50 billion investment in Detroit, also in the name of Tokyo Seiheng Company.

"Wen Chao, are you used to staying here?" Lu Liang walked forward with a smile and gave Wen Chao a big hug.

I don't know when he started to become the person I once hated the most. Properly giving a little humanistic care to expatriates is better than a thousand words.

"Mr. Lu, good morning."

Wen Chao smiled and handed over the company information and related documents and accounts: "Mr. Ota has been assisting me all the time."

The dividends and commissions of US$3.58 million are now quietly lying in the company's account opened at Sumitomo Mitsui.

The original cost was 3.6 million US dollars, and during this period it cost about 200 million US dollars to establish the company, recruit personnel, and rent a venue.

Wen Chao paused and asked quickly, "Boss Lu, how about we go to the company first?"

After two years in office, he was entrusted with important tasks one after another.

It was okay to manage the private equity fund before. After all, it was under Lu Liang’s nose. If anything went wrong, Lu Liang would help to cover the bottom.

Ever since he was sent to Tokyo, he has been managing so many assets, like a kite with a broken string, and he has no idea what to do.

I really hope that Lu Liang can come to our company and give some appropriate advice and guidance.

Tell him whether it is good or bad, so that he can have some confidence.

"It's not even daylight yet, let's wait until later."

Lu Liang couldn't help laughing, and after thinking for a while, he ordered: "Let's go to Roppongi first, and wait for a car to pick me up at noon. At 3 pm, I will meet with Ota Ling."

After a 10-hour flight and a seven-hour time difference, he wanted to take a shower and have a good rest.

"Okay, Mr. Lu."

Wen Chao smiled innocently, without any trace of his former dominance.

When he first arrived in Tokyo, he was unfamiliar with the place and young, so he could only play the role of the bad guy Bao every day to maintain his dignity. Now that he saw Lu Liang, he was able to let down his guard a little.

"Let's go, get in the car."

Lu Liang smiled and patted Wen Chao on the shoulder.

The group left the airport, drove at high speed, passed the Tokyo Tower, and arrived at Roppongi Sanmachi Street forty minutes later.

Lu Liang has a good memory. Although he has only been here once, he still remembers his house and the specific floor it is on.

The main feature is that it has obvious features and a good location, right next to the Asahi TV and Yahoo Group buildings.

Lu Liang came to the door and rang the doorbell several times before a timid voice came from inside the house.

"Who?"

Sakurada Miyuki's eyes were full of vigilance. She had lived here for more than three months and this was the first time someone came to visit her so early in the morning.

"Me." Lu Liang chuckled and looked up at the surveillance camera.

"I'm sorry, sir, I didn't know it was you." Sakurada Miyuki was terrified and quickly opened the door.

She was completely without makeup, her skin was fair and tender, with a few sleep marks on her cheeks, and she was wearing a loose and thin long dress and pajamas.

"Miyuki, are you used to living here?" Lu Liang said with a smile. He took off his coat and looked around the house.

Compared to the finished rough house a few months ago, the house has now changed a lot, with many more playful and cute little ornaments, as well as green plants in flower pots.

Such as the sofa cover printed with the Nohara family, the oversized carpet in the shape of Xiaobai, and the original gray curtains that have been changed to light blue, every place is full of the breath of life.

"Thank you sir, Miyuki is used to living here. Please sit down and I will help you change your shoes."

Sakurada Miyuki suddenly knelt down, asked Lu Liang to sit at the entrance, helped him take off his shoes and socks, and put on cartoon slippers.

During the initial period, she was very nervous and could not sleep well every day, fearing that Lu Liang would suddenly come one day.

But one month, two months, and three months passed, and there was no sign of Lu Liang, not even a phone call from him.

Her thoughts also gradually changed, from uneasiness to anticipation.

With a monthly salary of 300 million yen, although 250 million yen is used to pay off debts every month, the right to live in a mansion of several hundred square meters and the right to use several luxury cars make her look forward to Lu Liang's arrival.

Miyuki Sakurada is very clear that her efforts are not worthy of the current rewards.

A night of love is worth a thousand gold, which is a concrete manifestation. No one can be treated so well just by sleeping with him.

If this were to be told to others, I'm afraid all the girls in Tokyo would go crazy about it and rush to spend a night with Lu Liang.

Besides, Lu Liang is not some old man, but an internationally renowned financier who would be treated exceptionally well even in America. "Please help me drain the water. I'm going to take a shower."

Lu Liang accepted the service as a matter of course, walked to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, and found only drinks and some fruits and vegetables.

Miyuki Sakurada blushed, "I'm sorry sir, I didn't know you were coming, so I didn't prepare much."

"Have you always lived alone?" Lu Liang took a bottle of soda that looked like orange juice and tasted very good.

Sakurada Miyuki nodded quickly and said truthfully: "Only my mother came a few times, but she left quickly every time."

She always kept in mind Lu Liang's words that the house and the car could only be used by her.

Lu Liang chuckled. It would take some time for the bathtub to drain, so he chatted with Miyuki casually: "Don't you have school now?"

"Yes, it's just summer vacation. Our summer vacation starts in mid-July and lasts until early September."

"How's your study going? Are you learning Chinese?"

"I'm still learning. I know a little bit."

Sakurada Miyuki hesitated for a long time, and suddenly changed into the soft accent of a colonel, with each pronunciation being the second tone.

"Study hard, maybe you can help me in the future, and I can also help you pay off your loan in advance."

Lu Liang smiled and reached out to pat Mixue's little head. Suddenly, his cell phone rang. Xu Jiawei brought him the clothes he had just bought.

"Go get it." He went to the bathroom, took a shower, soaked in the bathtub, and closed his eyes to rest.

Tokyo residents have the longest life expectancy in the world, which is closely related to their love of taking baths.

Taking a bath occasionally can indeed relieve fatigue, calm the mind, and promote blood circulation.

Suddenly, the bathroom door opened.

Lu Liang said, "Just hang your pajamas at the door."

Sakurada Miyuki hummed, as soft as a mosquito, and then there was a rustling sound.

Lu Liang narrowed his eyes and glanced over, seeing the skin as white as snow, and no clothes on.

Her face was flushed, and she tiptoed around, looking very stealthy.

"First of all...Sir, do you need me to rub your back?" She spoke stumblingly, covering her key parts with her palms.

Lu Liang hummed and turned his head aside.

Sakurada Miyuki let out a long sigh and quickly rinsed herself off with water. Her whole body was wet and her hair was tied into a high ponytail.

She stretched out her slender legs and stepped into the bathtub. She quietly sat behind Lu Liang and helped him massage his shoulders to relieve his fatigue.

Lu Liang lay down and rested his head on the bulging collagen.

Miyuki's face flushed and she couldn't help but snort because Lu Liang's hair was a little tangled.

After more than ten minutes, Lu Liang felt so comfortable that he almost fell asleep.

Miyuki gently reminded: "Sir, you should get up. You can't soak for too long."

She took out a small stool and placed it under the shower head. Japanese bathing usually involves cleansing the body, soaking in the bath, scrubbing the body, and finally washing.

The comfort level after completing the whole process is even better than that of scrubbing bath in Northeast China.

If I have to point out a shortcoming, it would probably be Miyuki Sakurada.

The masters in legitimate bathhouses are all big and strong male masters. Unless it is an informal bathhouse, there are no female masters serving men.

But Sakurada Miyuki, who had a soft voice and a gentle body, kept swaying in front of Lu Liang.

Which decent person can stand this kind of test?

Between the original scrubbing and washing steps, a new process was added, which caused the bathing time to be extended by more than 20 minutes.

Lu Liang, wearing a bathrobe and looking refreshed, walked out of the bathroom, leaving the almost collapsed Sakurada Miyuki to clean up the mess.

Suddenly, in the empty house,

A string of Japanese words rang out that Lu Liang couldn't understand.

Judging from the tone, it sounds like blame.

Walking through the living room, Lu Liang saw a woman in her forties tidying up the refrigerator and putting away the meat, fruits and vegetables she had just purchased.

Seemingly because Lu Liang did not respond, the woman subconsciously turned her head and looked back. Their eyes met and there was awkwardness in the air.

When Sakurada Miyuki heard the noise, her hair was wet and she didn't even have time to blow it dry, so she ran out in a hurry.

"Sir, this is my mother." She introduced him reluctantly, and the blush that had just faded from her cheeks crept up to her ears again.

She was wearing a bathrobe, and Lu Liang was also wearing a bathrobe. Any normal person would probably know what they had just done.

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