Urban Immortality: I Raised a Female Prime Minister in Tokyo

Chapter 110 Black Silk Cheongsam
Momoki Kanona jumped down first, with her hair tied in two ponytails.

"Hello, uncle, I'm going to class."

Later, Nagano Rei also came down.

He wore a denim jacket over his T-shirt and walked over without looking away, not even glancing at Fang Zuo.

"Hey." Fang Zuo crossed his legs and shouted with his hands on the pillow.

"Hmph." Nagano Rei ignored him, but her pace obviously slowed down.

"I have something to tell you." Fang Zuo yawned lazily: "You will regret it if you leave."

Nagano Rei stopped walking with a stern face, turned around and walked in: "I know you hate me, but I hate you too. Do you want to apologize to me? I will accept it."

Fang Zuo raised his eyebrow. "Apologize? I've never apologized in my life."

Looking at the arrogant expression of the man in front of me, it was clearly his fault. How despicable!

Nagano Rei clenched her fists in anger and really wanted to kick out with an Iai kick.

If I couldn't beat this man.

How could he be so rampant?

I'm furious.

How could there be such an arrogant man?

In his mind, he had already thrown a punch to knock the man into the air, and then followed it up with an eight-kick.

He was kicked so hard that his face was bruised.

"You! Then why did you call me?" Nagano Rei pouted and turned to leave.

"This is for you." Fang Zuo pulled out a small cake from behind his back: "It's even."

"Is this for me?" Nagano Rei took the cake and her expression instantly brightened. "Did you buy it specially?"

"I picked it up." Fang Zuo waved his hand, indicating that she could leave.

"Hey~ How can you be like this? You have to wait until after my birthday to settle the score." Nagano Rei pouted and looked at the cake back and forth.

It seems to be tastier than the one I bought myself!
Forget it.

I've half forgiven him.

"Okay, how do we get through this?" Fang Zuo asked.

Nagano Rei was stunned: "You don't even know how to celebrate your birthday?"

"I don't know, I haven't passed it." Fang Zuo shrugged.

I do know my birth date and horoscope.

Birthday?

When I was very young.

Every year, the master would steal a few chickens for his birthday.

Later, he formally began to practice.

The whole day is spent meditating, regulating breathing, and inhaling and exhaling moonlight.

There is no Jiazi in the sun and moon.

There is no time in the mountains.

A big cycle can take several days to pass, and sometimes even the date is unknown.

I don’t even remember celebrating my birthday.

Besides, how would I know how women celebrate their birthdays?

I heard that Fang Zuo had never even celebrated his birthday.

Nagano Rei's big eyes softened instantly.

The deliberately stern expression on the little face disappeared without a trace.

What a poor man.

She walked over with the cake and said, "Let's do it together. I'll teach you."

"Okay." Fang Zuo shrugged. It's just a cake.

"Hey, don't touch the cake, take a picture of me first." Nagano Rei stopped Fang Zuo's hand, let down her ponytail, and draped it over her denim jacket.

After crying upstairs, Nagano Rei wiped away her tears and put on some makeup.

Because she felt very aggrieved, she kept biting her lips even though she wasn't wearing lipstick.

But it has a natural bitten lip makeup.

She stroked her slightly curly hair in front of the mirror.

Her big eyes still have the innocence of a girl next door and are full of desire.

Not conflicting at all.

After looking in the mirror and nodding with satisfaction.

Nagano Rei sat in front of the cake, her lips slightly curved, and she made a "yeah" gesture.

He did not forget to remind Fang Zuo: "Take good-looking photos."

‘Click’.

"Oh, you can't do this. Go lower."

"Oops, a little higher, focus."

"No, no, my face is too big in this shot."

"Wait, your hair isn't done yet."

"That's enough, stay away from me."

"Don't shake your hands!"

Fang Zuo had no expression on his face. He threw Nagano Rei's phone onto the table and said, "No more filming."

"Hey, don't be angry. Today is our birthday. Let's take one last picture. Really, the last one!"

"yeah!"

‘Crack. ’

Nagano Rei looked at her phone with great satisfaction, her lips curled up happily: "Let me take a picture for you."

"No shooting."

"Go ahead."

"I said I wouldn't film it, so are you still going to eat the cake?"

"Wait, I want to blow out the candles. Come over here and join us. Oops, the light is too strong."

Nagano Rei pulled down the curtain and closed the door.

The light in the room dimmed.

A candle with the number 2 is lit, representing 20+.

Nagano Rei pulled Fang Zuo and the two leaned against each other.

The small candlelight illuminated the faces of both of them.

"To make a wish, close your eyes."

"No."

"Oh, just shut up for a moment."

Fang Zuo rolled his eyes and closed them to rest.

Nagano Rei rolled her big eyes and secretly glanced at the man with his eyes closed beside her.

Suddenly I feel that it is not so annoying.

I closed my eyes too.

Make a wish.

"Okay, open your eyes, blow out the candles, and I'll count to 123, 1, 2, 3!"

Fang Zuo blew out the candles for the first time in his life.

Next to Nagano Rei.

The tip of my nose is filled with the fragrance of her body and hair.

"Yeah, time for cake."

Nagano Rei cut a large piece and gave it to Fang Zuo: "You have to finish it. I made a wish. If you don't finish it, it won't work."

"What wish did you make?"

"If I don't tell you, it won't work if I tell you."

"With so many rules, how can it still work?"

"Oh, you can't say that. The gods are watching."

"God?" Fang Zuo looked at the mark of heaven and earth in his body.

more than ten.

'Ring, ring, ring.'

The school bell rang.

"I'm going to class. You have to finish the rest." Nagano Rei wiped her mouth: "Did you hear me?"

After saying the last word, the man had already jogged away.

------

In Sakura Kurumi's new office.

The middle-aged man sat opposite Yingkong Kurumi with a little stiffness.

"Walnut butter, we are always a family. When your mother left, she also asked you to return to the family, didn't she?"

Yingkong Kurumi, dressed in a black leather jacket, was reading the case report. Her brows furrowed in impatience as she asked, "Mother said you'd take care of me? And then what? From beginning to end, did you say a single word for me?"

"I'm sorry, it's our fault." The middle-aged man stood up and bowed deeply. "We are sorry for you. We hope you can give us a chance to make it up to you."

"That's enough." Sakura Kurumi interrupted the middle-aged man without even looking up, "Stop acting like that. You're not looking to compensate me, you're looking for the position of deputy director of the Security Bureau. You're after the power of the crisis management team, aren't you?"

Yingsora Kurumi threw the document away nonchalantly.

"Even if you're sincere now, you're no different than garbage to me."

"I will attend the Kanda Festival, but not as your representative. I will represent myself."

"I have no connection with the Yingkong family any longer. You can leave now, otherwise I will arrest you immediately."

"Besides, I don't want to see you anymore."

"Also, the Yingkong family will withdraw from Tokyo from today. Otherwise, all kinds of crimes will be blamed on the Yingkong family."

"The prison is empty and there's plenty of room."

"clear?"

After the middle-aged man left, a shadowy figure gradually appeared next to the office.

"Did you hear that?" Sakura Kurumi said calmly, "I won't represent them, nor will I represent your Odawara Fuma clan."

"I will only participate in the Kanda Festival on my own behalf."

"I thought we were different from them." The ethereal figure said in a deep voice, "Although we didn't protect you, we didn't hurt you either."

"We have no intention of controlling you. We just want to be your ally. The Odawara Fuma Ninja Club will be your solid backing."

"No need, I already have a strong backing." Yingkong Kurumi smiled and said, "You can leave too."

Looking at the empty office.

Sakura Kurumi picked up the phone.

Click, click, click.

Took a few selfies for Fang Zuo.

What is your man doing?
I really want to hang on him.

Then bit his shoulder.

------

Kim Mi-jeong was watching TV expectantly in her bathrobe.

The plump and full thighs are clamped together.

He wasn't wearing anything underneath.

Even though there is no bra to gather the cleavage.

But it still stands tall.

A newly debuted idol girl is standing at the busiest intersection in Shibuya, Tokyo, on live TV.

She was dancing vigorously on the set-up booth, with dozens of fans screaming excitedly below the stage.

suddenly.

Several young men rushed onto the stage, knelt on it, and angrily accused her of participating in marble gambling.

And he won’t pay back the money he lost.

He even took out stacks of bills in a serious manner.

The security guards came up quickly to drive them away.

But for some reason, two young men were pushed by the security guard, their feet twisted, and they fell off the platform.

He fell down and his head was broken and his face was covered with blood.

Two young men, covered in blood, fell to the ground in a pool of blood. They climbed up and made tearful accusations to the live camera.

One of them was bleeding profusely and looked more seriously injured. He collapsed and fainted in front of the camera.

The crowd scattered in fear.

Kim Mi-ting was very satisfied with Rena Morisawa's arrangement.

The performance of these men, like the previous one, made her very satisfied.

Just yesterday.

Another beautiful girl promoting herself in public.

More than a dozen elderly people held banners.

Accusing the company of the beautiful girl's parents of defrauding the elderly and swindling all their property.

He was also stopped by security and collapsed in front of several cameras.

His old illness flared up, he was foaming at the mouth, and his whole body was twitching and shaking.

Jin Meiting drank red wine sip by sip.

This is how it works.

These two newly debuted beauties will not participate in various large-scale activities until the hot reviews are over.

This time in the Kansai Grand Prix, there is only one, and only one, protagonist left.

That is Oda Yui.

And the beautiful girl group she has just formed will serve as a foil for her.

They will share all the media attention.

By then, he should come to find me.

Last time I said I hadn’t recovered yet.

but.

I'm fine.

Jin Meiting bit her lower lip.

Stand up.

Turning around, I looked at the transparent floor-to-ceiling windows of the hotel.

He should come to find me.

Jin Meiting was a little worried.

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Fang Zuo was resting with his eyes closed.

Suddenly, there were many hurried footsteps and screams coming from the stairs next to me.

"Hurry, the two teachers are about to fight."

"Who?"

"Two physical education teachers, two of the most beautiful ones."

"Kamiki-sensei and Momonogi-sensei."

"Yes, hurry up."

Fang Zuo was stunned. Are these two fighting again?

The badminton area on the sports field was surrounded by students.

Nagano Rei and Momoki Kanona were smashing the tennis balls back and forth frantically with their rackets.

"drink!"

"what!"

"Flat-chested ghost."

"Vixen."

With the two people's screams, the score became very close.

The badminton flew back and forth between the two players' rackets, leaving an almost invisible trajectory.

Two "bang, bang" sounds.

Both players' badminton rackets broke the net at the same time.

"What do we do now?" Nagano Rei panted, having already taken off her denim jacket. "I've compared you with the subject you teach. Do you dare to compare me with the subject you teach?"

The chest of the white T-shirt was soaked with sweat and stuck to the skin.

The smooth white forehead was stained with hair.

With the rapid breathing, the raised arc line fluctuated violently.

Momoki Kanonai was also bent over with exhaustion.

A pair of slender white legs are wearing shorts.

Bending over, pushing under the buttocks.

The pure cotton shorts were almost bursting from being stretched by the two round and plump buttocks.

"Let's compete. Let's compete in Chinese boxing. Do you dare?"

Nagano Rei laughed out loud when she heard this.

Which martial artist doesn’t practice Chinese boxing? He is very good at it.

"Hahaha, let me make a promise first, don't cry if you get beaten."

Momoki Kanonai sneered, "I'm afraid it will be you who will cry."

"Go back and change. I'll see you in the gym later."

"Okay, see you there or see you."

They each took a step before they remembered they were on the same road.

"Humph."

"Humph."

They each snorted coldly and walked towards the dormitory one after the other.

"Fang Zuo-san, I hope everything is alright." Principal Fei Guangying came over and said, "I know Teacher Nagano Rei. The letter of introduction said that she was born into a martial arts family."

"It's okay. With so many classmates here, Nagano Rei doesn't dare to use her spiritual power." Fang Zuo shook his head.

"Then please help me keep an eye on it." Teacher Sakura Hibiki bowed deeply.

A pair of well-maintained plump breasts hung down from the loose sweater.

Very fatty and soft.

Not a moment.

Both of them arrived in the gymnasium.

The competition is about Chinese boxing.

The two of them, coincidentally, wore Chinese clothes in a serious manner.

Nagano Rei changed into Chun-Li costume.

This was exactly what she was wearing when Fang Zuo first met her.

She looks cute and lovely, but her eyebrows and slightly open red lips exude lustful desire.

Paired with a low-cut Chun-Li shirt that reveals the naked body.

She doesn't look like she's here to fight, but rather to please her lover.

And Momoki Kanonai tied her hair into a pigtail.

She changed into a short cheongsam, and perhaps because she knew she was petite, she even wore a pair of white high heels.

She walks gracefully and steadily, and seems to be able to handle it easily.

She wore black stockings under the short cheongsam, and when she walked, the cheongsam was lifted up, revealing her black safety pants.

After the two men saluted, they each took their stance.

Fang Zuo looked at the two of them and always felt that something was wrong.

(End of this chapter)