Urban Immortality: I Raised a Female Prime Minister in Tokyo

Chapter 156 Jade Feet and High Heels
“I’m hungry, I’m hungry”

The bathroom door opened, and Oda Yui ran out wearing a big T-shirt and put her long, wet black hair into Fang Zuo's big hands.

"Onii-chan, my hair got so wet without you around. It took me half an hour to blow it dry." Oda Yui said pitifully.

"Really? It's such a small thing, but why does it sound so tragic when you talk about it?" Fang Zuo held his long hair in his palm, and it became fluffy and light in a few seconds.

"It's really miserable." Oda Yui happily picked up the rubber band and tied a high ponytail: "You don't know how sad it is to have wet hair."

Suddenly, looking at Shiraishi Nagimitsu who was grilling eel, he said, "Oka-san, you stole something!"

Shiraishi Nagimitsu was stunned and quickly wiped the corner of her mouth with her little hand. No?

"You stole the okonomiyaki I brought back from Osaka." Oda Yui took out the packaged okonomiyaki from the bag.

Oh, that's what I'm talking about.

Shiraishi Nagimitsu looked at Fang Zuo who was zipping up his pants, cast a coquettish glance at the man with her beautiful eyes, slightly opened her red lips and made a mouth shape, covering her mouth with her small hands and giggling.

"Unnie-san, lie down, I'll give you a back massage." Oda Yui jumped onto the sofa.

"How does Director Takeshi Kitano treat you?" Fang Zuo lay on the sofa, enjoying the heels of Yui Oda's small feet, which kept tapping and massaging his back.

"He's been very good to me and taught me a lot. He told me not to be afraid and just to play myself." Oda Yui sat on the other end of the sofa, her feet raining down on Fang Zuo's back. "He has already signed a contract with Miss Jin's company. He's been looking for a filming location in the next few months. Once he finds one, he'll schedule a shoot with Miss Jin."

"Filming a movie is very hard, so don't cry when the time comes." Shiraishi Nagimitsu came over with the grilled eel.

The aroma is so tempting that it makes your mouth water.

Pan-fried until golden brown, sprinkled with sesame seeds and chopped seaweed, and topped with broccoli.

Shiraishi Nagimitsu was very satisfied with his masterpiece, and even felt a sense of satisfaction in seeing his poll numbers rise significantly.

Before meeting this man, I could only make instant noodles and order takeout, but now I can successfully fry eel and steak.

"Ah, I can't promise that." Oda Yui pouted: "I can only promise to persevere and do things well. Sometimes I don't want to cry, but I just can't control my tears."

"No need." Fang Zuo climbed up and patted Oda Yui's face: "As long as you are happy, that's the meaning of filming and being an idol. If you are not happy, then don't be an idol. Do something else to make you happy."

"Yeah~~ Onii-chan is so nice." Oda Yui hooked her arms around Fang Zuo's neck, pulled her legs together, and swayed like a swing.

Shiraishi Nagimitsu curled her lips and wrinkled her nose at Fang Zuo: "It's time to eat."

Although Shiraishi Nagimitsu performed very well this time, the fried eel was tender and delicious. The fat of the eel exploded in the mouth with one bite, and it was mixed with the aroma of burnt surface and sauce.

But Oda Yui still didn't eat much.

She looked very tired. After eating just a few bites, her eyelids drooped and her little head dozed off and on.

I barely finished my meal, brushed my teeth, and ran upstairs to sleep.

Shiraishi Nagimitsu saw her running towards her room and shook his head helplessly.

"Go and sleep with her. She hasn't seen you in so many days and wants to sleep with you." Fang Zuo patted Shiraishi Nagimitsu's head and said, "I'll be out for a while."

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Inside a 1200-square-meter villa in Hannam-dong, Seoul, South Korea.

Lee Jae-yong, who was almost 50 years old, roared twice and soon fell down gasping for breath.

Breathing heavily.

The Korean female star underneath him hid her contemptuous expression, gently stretched out her arms, and hugged Lee Jae-yong from behind.

"What do you mean?" Lee Jae-yong said coldly.

"Ah, it's meaningless." The female star retracted her arms in horror.

"Do you think I don't know what you are thinking?" Lee Jae-yong snorted coldly, stood up and pressed the button.

Immediately, two burly men entered the room and dragged the trembling female star out.

Lee Jae-yong jumped into the swimming pool.

During those years in prison, I almost lost most of my masculine energy.

If *** hadn't used some tricks, I probably wouldn't have been able to deal with these few attacks.

Speaking of which, why hasn't *** replied to my message yet? Is it so difficult to deal with Jin Meiting?
As soon as Lee Jae-yong emerged from the water, a girl immediately handed him a dry towel.

After drying himself, he lay down on the recliner and picked up his phone to contact ***.

After waiting for a while, the call was finally connected, but the fat head with big ears did not appear on the phone screen.

Instead, the picture shows a stunning woman with short lavender hair.

This was a face he was extremely familiar with.

"Boss, long time no see." Jin Meiting was wearing a bath towel, holding a red wine glass and shaking the red wine.

The exposed neck, collarbone and arms were dazzlingly white.

"Kim Mi-jeong!" Lee Jae-yong said gritting his teeth.

"It's me, Boss." Jin Meiting took a sip of red wine. "I'm fine. How are you?"

"So, he failed?" Lee Jae-yong took a deep breath. "How did you do it? It's absolutely impossible for you to do it alone."

"I didn't expect you to become so bold after going to Japan. Where's ***? I want to know if he's dead or alive."

"Of course he's dead and can't die any more." Kim Mi-jung smiled slightly: "How could I let him live? Lee Jae-yong."

"He's probably buried somewhere in Japan now. Don't worry, I found him a big suitcase that's definitely big enough to fit him. He won't be wronged at all."

"Okay, okay, I think you don't want to live anymore." Li Zaiyong was extremely angry, but his voice became calmer: "Who is your new backer? Aren't you afraid that I will bring this mountain down?"

"Jin Meiting, you know who I am. I am the richest man in this country, and my group is one of the largest in the world. How dare you betray me and find someone else to back you?"

"Kim Mi-jung, sometimes I even wonder if you've been brainwashed, just like the operatives I sent there to do. Someone's bewitched you." Lee Jae-yong picked up the whiskey next to the recliner and took a long sip. "What will you get by betraying me? Money?"

"Lee Jae-yong, do you know what I've learned most since leaving Korea?" Kim Mi-jung sneered, "We were arrogant and exaggerated, just like you are now."

"Do you think the entire universe belongs to you? Or, if you really think you can knock down the mountain where I rely on, I beg you to come and try it."

"You're not even as good as his fingernails, you know that?"

"As for what I gained? Humph, the feeling of being a woman, a sense of security, and infinitely expanding ambition." Jin Meiting tilted her head back and drank the red wine in one gulp.

"What else? You're not a woman, you don't understand the feeling of being filled up, the sense of security that comes from being held down by someone's body."

"As for your current position, Lee Jae-yong, it might not be long before you'll be sitting next to me."

"You and I look forward to seeing what you look like then."

Lee Jae-yong was stunned. With a bang, he smashed the whiskey in his hand onto the ground and laughed wildly, his face flushed red. "I'll wait for you, Kim Mi-jung, for you to take my seat."

"I'm waiting for you too, Lee Jae-yong." Kim Mi-jung smiled and said, "Waiting for you to come find me."

"I will. Just wait, woman." Lee Jae-yong took a deep breath.

Jin Meiting sneered and hung up the phone.

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Fang Zuo sat cross-legged on the rooftop of Tokyo Women's University.

Close your eyes and regulate your breathing.

Nagano Rei, the guy who was clinging to him, hadn't come back yet, and the room was empty.

And Momoki Kanona's room was brightly lit.

Momoki Kanona was wearing a cute black dress and knelt on the ground praying for a long time, as if she was confessing something.

Then she took out the necklace from her neck, opened it, looked at the photo of her fiancé, and sighed deeply.

He turned over and lay on the bed, then suddenly thought of something and ran down to continue confessing.

I tossed and turned like this until dawn when I finally fell into a deep sleep.

Maybe he was too tired, or maybe he was injured by another Momoki Kanonai, so the small world could not be opened until dawn.

It's rare to have such a dull night.

Fang Zuo, on the contrary, felt a little uncomfortable.

He jumped lightly and came to his room.

Cross your legs and walk around the body.

After several long weeks, I could still hear the sounds of beautiful women from time to time.

Many female college students are interested in Fang Zuo, the female dormitory manager.

Especially since he is either sleeping or not seeing anyone every day.

It has a rather mysterious color.

"Mr. Fang Zuo." A sweet voice came over.

Fang Zuo looked through the gap in the book and saw Fei Guangying walked in.

Her fair face had two natural blushes as she approached Fang Zuo, carrying a large pile of fruit. Her eyebrows were meticulously drawn, her eyeliner was fully applied, and her lipstick was a brighter shade.

She smiled charmingly, her red lips parted to reveal her pearly teeth.

Like a girl in love, sitting on a long-distance bus, delivering delicious snacks to her lover who is in class.

The fruits have all been washed, cut, and neatly placed in the box.

He even thoughtfully brought a fork.

After several nourishments, Principal Fei Guangying became more and more energetic.

Hair is getting curlier and skirts are getting shorter.

The makeup looks younger and younger.

She put the fruit on the table, looked outside the house, and then used her body to block the light from the door.

He quickly picked up a piece of melon with his fingers and put it into Fang Zuo's mouth.

Hearing many footsteps coming from the door, he quickly retracted his hand.

"Is it sweet?" asked Sakura Hibiki.

"Not bad." Fang Zuo nodded.

Sweet.

Nowadays, fruits and vegetables are getting sweeter and sweeter, but they no longer have the same fruity taste as when we were children.

"I'm leaving. Remember to eat it all, Mr. Fang Zuo." Fei Guangying was overjoyed as she watched Fang Zuo chew and swallow.

He coughed a few times, then turned around, pretended to be indifferent, and walked out the door with a twist of his waist.

The new high heels on her feet, like her owner, can't wait to show off her charm.

I didn't expect that Fei Guangying had just left not long ago.

Shinmura Jing also walked over with enchanting steps.

This charming woman had hungry eyes.

Also carrying a bag of fruit.

I was stunned when I saw the fruits on the table.

Knowing that it was sent by Fei Guangying, I felt so jealous that I cursed inwardly.

She appears to be dignified and reserved on the surface, but in fact, she is even better than me.

Tokyo Haneda Airport.

Fang Zuo walked into the departure hall.

I looked around, but there was no sign of He Zhi Caiqi.

I opened my phone and saw that she had sent me a message.

[Yes, I arrived at the airport.]

Today is the day we two agreed to go to Shikoku.

After River Color awakened the third tail, he received some information from the remaining soul of the Nine-Tailed Fox.

I have a 'home' in Shikoku.

To be precise, it was the earliest settlement of the tribes separated from Qingqiu in ancient times.

There seemed to be some information there about 'that person' that Fang Zuo wanted to know.

He Zhicai knew that Fang Zuo was concerned about this matter, so she told him immediately.

Fang Zuo glanced around the airport departure hall, but still couldn't see He Zhi Cai's shadow.

When he expanded his spiritual sense slightly, he discovered a small figure squatting in the corner of the departure hall.

With her head lowered, she was taking off her stockings with her hands.

"What are you doing?" Fang Zuo walked over and asked with a raised eyebrow.

He Zhicai raised her head and said aggrievedly: "My feet hurt so much, I want to take them off."

Her delicate and bright little face was lightly made up and had strawberry red lipstick on it.

Her big eyes blinked and she bit her lower lip: "I will never wear high heels again. I can't even walk. It's harder than pulling a cart. I will never wear them again."

Fang Zuo squatted down and looked down.

A pair of white and soft little feet were worn in gray transparent rhinestone stockings and a pair of rhinestone high heels.

The instep is straight and smooth, and the heel slightly pushes the stockings open, revealing a little bit of rosy soles.

It looks extremely refined and elegant.

Maybe because the feet are too soft and tender, and after wearing high heels for a long time, the skin under the stockings is slightly red, making it look more seductive.

Her feet were really too small and not the right size at all.

After stepping in completely, there is still a small space behind the heel.

She looks like a little girl who just started middle school and is secretly wearing her mother's high heels.

"I hate high heels." He Zhicai looked at Fang Zuo pitifully and opened her arms for the first time, wanting Fang Zuo's hug.

"Then why did you wear it again?" Fang Zuo picked her up and sat on the chair next to her.

Gently rub her little feet.

It feels silky smooth to the touch, and your fingers sink lightly into the soft skin.

It looks just like the arm of a chubby white baby, and a little force will leave a few fingerprints.

"But it's very beautiful." He Zhicai's little face huddled in Fang Zuo's arms, and she whispered, "I like to watch it. Do you like to watch it?"

Fang Zuo did not answer, but slowly kneaded the pair of small feet that felt amazing.

The men passing by stopped and were attracted by the pair of small feet.

Even though the owner of these small feet buried her face deeply in the man's arms.

Although these small feet are wrapped in stockings, the skin underneath cannot be seen clearly.

But it was small and exquisite, just the size of a hand, wrapped, kneaded, and changed shape in the man's palm.

They all swallowed their saliva at the sight, not to mention the envious looks.

"Are you feeling better?" Fang Zuo asked.

"Ah."

"Let's go, let's go through security and get on the plane." Fang Zuo picked up He Zhicai's small body.

One hand supported her back, and the other big hand supported her two small feet in gray stockings, kneading them from time to time.

"You haven't said whether you like it or not." He Zhicai's small voice came.

"I like it." Fang Zuo nodded. "When I get back, I'll build a shoe factory for you and make shoes just for you."

"No." He Zhicai shook her head. "High heels are so hard to wear. Besides, when I walk over, a lot of people look at me and stare at my feet."

"Because they think it looks good." Fang Zuo scratched the soft arch of the little foot in his hand.

"It's itchy." He Zhicai's legs shrank slightly. "But I don't want to show it to them. I only want to show it to you."

"Fang Zuo." Without waiting for the man to answer, He Zhicai said again.

"Ok?"

"This is my first time on a plane."

"Really? Scared?"

"No, I'm not afraid with you by my side."

"Then what are you worried about?"

“What if it crashes?”

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"what?"

Feng Dielian listened in disbelief to the order issued to her by Home Minister Hiroshi Kojima.

She couldn't believe it.

The hair, slightly wet by the rain, stuck to the beautiful fair little face.

Suddenly I felt like crying.
(End of this chapter)