Urban Immortality: I Raised a Female Prime Minister in Tokyo

Chapter 189 Concealment
Fang Zuo stood at the highest point of an apartment building.

His divine sense swept over Feng Dielian's small room below.

Fang Zuo was very curious about which force wanted to find out about him.

This force is obviously not very friendly to Yingkong Hu Tao.

Fang Zuo was not worried at all about Yingkong Hutao's safety, after all, apart from the backup plan he left behind.

Sakura Kurumi's Shikigami spirit tool was melted by herself with the power of the five elements, and it also has an imprint that contains the huge power of faith.

What's more, before this little thing knew me, it had climbed to a very high position by its own efforts.

In Feng Dielian’s apartment downstairs.

She had just finished taking a bath in the bathroom.

Feng Dielian stood in front of the mirror and looked at herself in a daze.

Although the illusion of the mask has not faded, as the caster, she can still see her own appearance.

Her body was still wet, with drops of water occasionally flowing down the curves of her body.

Her hair was simply wiped with a towel, and the black hair, which was not completely dry yet, stuck wetly to the sides of her little face.

I just cried in the shower, my eyes are a little red and swollen, and the flush on my face is even more intense.

In contrast, there is a kind of morbid beauty.

Feng Dielian's eyes slowly scanned down.

The bruises have also healed.

It was amazing that the man just waved his hand lightly and his skin returned to normal.

Including the sudden change of location, these miraculous techniques were something Feng Dielian had never heard of before.

After crying for a while, Feng Dielian felt much calmer.

Even though she cried so loudly just now, it didn't seem like it was purely out of sadness.

It could be the shattering of a dream, or the loss of something precious, or perhaps a long-suppressed fate that has been given some kind of catharsis.

In short, it is very complicated.

It was so complicated that Feng Dielian couldn't figure out why she was crying.

Maybe I just want to cry.

Recall the process just now.

From unbelievable pain, to the rage of wanting to kill the man, then slowly adapting and starting to indulge in it.

She should obviously hate this man, but this feeling made her willingly give everything.

It's gone, it's gone

It will be gone sooner or later anyway.

Feng Dielian said to comfort herself.

At least this man is not too annoying.

As for dreams.

Feng Dielian smiled bitterly. Is she worthy of it?

It's always just a dream.

I don’t know how long Feng Dielian stayed in the bathroom in a daze before she came out.

Go sit down in front of the dressing mirror.

The phone in front of the dressing mirror rang.

Feng Dielian picked it up and found several missed video messages.

Feng Dielian took a deep breath, calmed herself down, stood up, took out a bathrobe from the closet behind her and put it on.

Then he quickly looked in the mirror to see if there were any other clues.

Finally, he picked up the phone, took a deep breath again, and answered the video call with a serious expression.

Ashiya Michisan's gloomy face appeared on the phone's screen.

"Why did you answer so late?" Ashiya Dosan asked in a deep voice, "What were you doing?"

"I'm really sorry, sir. I was just taking a shower and left my phone outside, so I answered the call late." Feng Dielian said respectfully.

"Don't leave your phone too far away next time. How were the results tonight? Did you find out the other party's background?" Ashiya Dosan asked Feng Dielian who was wearing a bathrobe.

"No, I went to the meeting place, and the other party later sent a message saying that something urgent had happened, so we didn't meet this time." Feng Dielian said hesitantly.

"Is that so? Did you find out something?" Ashiya Dosan frowned. "You didn't get any information about that person at all?"

"Yes." Feng Dielian answered, she herself didn't know why she answered that way.

Although I didn't ask the man.

But at least some information is available: age, height, voice, and Asian ethnicity.

The neighboring country has a magic trick that I can't understand.

Ashiya Dosan stood up and paced back and forth, then paused to ponder for a moment before saying, "No need to find out. Let's arrange a time. I'll mobilize my men to ambush him and capture him for interrogation. As long as he shows up, even if we can't capture him alive, killing him will weaken the enemy's power."

"Ah, no." Feng Dielian said hurriedly inexplicably panic.

"Huh? Why?" Ashiya Dosan raised his head and asked.

"I just think this ambush is too hasty and sloppy." Feng Dielian said, "For Yingkong Hutao to have risen to such a powerful position in such a short time, it's probably not that simple. Perhaps there's an extremely large organization or secret behind it."

"You have a point." Ashiya Dosan nodded: "Then I'll give you some more time to see. By the way, look at who this is."

As Ashiya Michisan was speaking, a young man came over and took the phone.

Seeing Feng Dielian in the video, the boy shouted happily.

"Sister, sister, how are you? I miss you so much."

The happiness cannot be hidden on the childish face, but the IQ seems a little low.

Feng Dielian looked at the boy on the phone and nodded repeatedly: "I'm fine, you have to eat well and be obedient, okay?"

"I know, sister, I eat a lot every day." Before the boy could say anything, Ashiya Dosan took the phone back.

"Don't worry, as long as you work hard for the Ashiya family, he and your people in Kyushu will be fine." Ashiya Dosan said in a deep voice: "I will arrange for the best hospital for them and give them the best life."

"Hi! Please, sir." Feng Dielian nodded in agreement.

The video hangs up.

Feng Dielian, who had been standing straight, relaxed her waist.

My body was already exhausted, and after relaxing, I went through another round of tension, and suddenly I felt a little unsteady.

He fell hard into the chair.

Feng Dielian felt a pang in her heart and picked up the tissue next to her.

The tears that had finally stopped were about to burst out again.

Suddenly, a pair of arms hugged her from behind.

Feng Dielian was so frightened that she trembled violently and almost stood up and turned around to attack.

But then the warmth of his arms and the masculine scent in his embrace made her body soften.

I had just left all this familiarity.

"How did you know I was here?" Feng Dielian naturally put her head close to the man's chest behind her.

Later I realized that I didn’t know why I did this.

"It's not difficult to take you to a nearby place and find where you live. How could I not know?" Fang Zuo looked at the small apartment. It was not big, only about 50 square meters.

The layout was somewhat cozy, but a bit messy, with a few pieces of clothing scattered on the sofa.

"I've never been to your little room before." Fang Zuo said, "You're always working overtime."

"Yes, the Security Department is too busy." Feng Dielian quickly took over and said awkwardly: "My home is a mess, I don't want to bring you here, and it's just a place to rest for a while, and I often change places to live."

The next sentence is a foreshadowing, what if he has been to Yingkong Kurumi's place.

Yingsora Kurumi is indeed a workaholic. I haven't seen her leave work in recent days.

I've been resting in the inner room of the office.

But I am no exception. Although I have been teased by Yingkong Kurumi these days, sometimes I understand her very well. To some extent, my experience is almost the same as Yingkong Kurumi's.

For someone who has been without a home since childhood, sometimes work is the meaning of daily life and the reason for existence that he or she finds for himself or herself.

As for this kind of nest, it is just a place for temporary rest, how can it be called home?

Fang Zuo glanced at the dryer next to him, which was filled with a pile of neatly stacked underwear after being washed and dried.

Reached out and dialed it.

Unexpectedly, there were few thongs in this pile of underwear, mostly various cotton panties, and the colors were mostly pink and white.

This made Feng Dielian's face blush, but she didn't dare to do anything that would arouse suspicion. She could only let the man do what he wanted.

"Why did you choose a thong today?" Fang Zuo picked up Feng Dielian and sat on the sofa like all other couples.

"The uniform skirt I'm wearing today is a bit tight, and the cotton underwear will have traces of the corners, which makes it look ugly when I wear it." Feng Dielian buried her little head in the man's arms, not daring to look up and meet his gaze, for fear of revealing a flaw: "Besides, it was you who sent me a message asking me to dress sexier."

"So good." Fang Zuo's big hand slowly stroked Feng Dielian's back, to her slender neck, and then to the back of her head.

This action made Feng Dielian moan with pleasure, and then she quickly closed her mouth, her little face a little shy.

Fang Zuo's big hand slid across her neck and came to the back of her head, lifting Feng Dielian's wet hair and casually flicking it.

The long black hair became dry in an instant and fell down in loose and fluffy clothes.

Fang Zuo put his big hands into Feng Dielian's slightly thin thighs, held her slightly upright, let her lean on his arms, and then gently helped her straighten her hair.

Then, before Feng Dielian could react, another big hand reached into her bathrobe and placed it on her lower abdomen.

A warm current came over me and I felt much better immediately.

"Are you feeling better?" Fang Zuo asked.

"What?" Feng Dielian was stunned.

"Aren't you having your period?" Fang Zuo asked, "Is this more comfortable? Does it still hurt?"

"Yeah, very comfortable." Feng Dielian twisted her body, found a more comfortable position, and lay in the man's arms: "It doesn't hurt anymore."

Smell the masculine scent on him.

This man's behavior
So gentle and considerate.

Does he often do this for Sakura Kurumi?

This question popped up in Feng Dielian's mind, but the next moment, she didn't want to know the answer.

Her heart was filled with complicated emotions at this moment. There seemed to be some sweetness, but it was followed by waves of bitterness.

I am just using the identity of another woman to enjoy the tenderness and consideration that does not belong to me.

How pitiful, Fengdielian.

It's like a dream.

"I've never seen you wear these underwear." The man said, picking up a pink lace thong.

This thong is a bit conservative in design and has more fabric than many trendy thongs.

"I'll wear it for you to see later." Feng Dielian was stunned after saying this.

Is there a future?
Maybe in the future, either I will die at his hands, or he will die in front of me.

For a moment, Feng Dielian felt so complicated that she wanted to cry again.

"Later? Not now?"

Feng Dielian didn't have time to put on her underwear.

Just wearing a bathrobe.

"It hurts!" Feng Dielian's face turned red instantly.

"I know." Fang Zuo nodded, and his big hand stopped doing mischief.

It is thin and not as plump as the Sakura Walnut, but since I am used to eating big fish and meat, I find this kind of texture unique and fresh.

"What are you going to do later?" Feng Dielian asked cautiously.

"I haven't decided yet. I have a lot of ideas waiting to be verified." Fang Zuo replied: "Heaven, the Kingdom of God, as well as the Brahma of India and the paradise of Islam. I want to visit all these incense worlds."

Feng Dielian was stunned.

What is this talking about?
I understand the first sentence, but why don’t I understand a single word of the second sentence?
I really didn't understand.

What is he talking about?
For a moment, Feng Dielian didn't know how to continue asking.

"Why did you ask me to save that Morisawa Reina last time?" Feng Dielian decided to ask something she could understand.

Judging from that message, it seems that Sakura Kurumi just found out that Rena Morisawa is his person.

It is impossible for a man to touch the Yamaguchi-gumi for no reason.

There must be some reason that made this man mix the black and white worlds together.

"I just made a move before." Fang Zuo had no intention of hiding anything from this woman. "Later, I discovered that the power of mortals also seemed to be influencing faith and incense, and could serve as a kind of medium for secondary vocational education. So I wanted to support it and see what it would be like if mortal power reached the pinnacle of this world."

This message is too rich.

Feng Dielian still didn't understand, but she seemed to understand a little.

Feng Dielian wanted to ask again.

The man's face suddenly lowered and kissed her on the lips.

Feng Dielian stared with her eyes wide open, her mood seemingly unable to change.

"Open your mouth," the man said.

"Oh." Feng Dielian opened her red lips obediently and tried hard to listen to the instructions.

I was instantly overwhelmed by the arousing emotions.

A pair of small hands went from tightly grasping the man's shirt to unconsciously wrapping around the man's neck.

In the end, he turned the tables and fought back desperately, imitating the opponent's moves.

When it comes to women, from 1 to 100 points, instinct is all that is needed.

Prime Minister's Office in Tokyo.

The prime minister, who had already resigned in disguise and had only a short time left in his term, sat in his office with a relaxed expression.

After relieving the pressure, his sleep improved a lot, and no forces came looking for him in the past few days.

Finally, he went from being a very important person to becoming a useless old man.

This feeling doesn't seem that sad.

sometimes.

Letting go may be the best choice.

But this happy mood did not last long, and Saeko came again.

After the secretary informed.

The Japanese princess walked in gracefully in a short uniform skirt.

A pair of small feet are wrapped in flesh-colored stockings and stepped into black high heels.

The calves under the skirt are well-proportioned.

Saeko smiled.

A pair of willow-shaped eyebrows are drawn very charmingly.

There are always two natural blushes on her oval face.

In modern society, makeup technology is becoming more and more fashionable.

Saeko still used the old-fashioned Japanese way of applying lipstick, but only lightly outlined the middle of her lips, leaving two curved corners of her lips slightly upturned, making her look more feminine.

This allows her to retain the temperament of a modern woman while also bearing some of the marks of a Showa beauty.

There are very few women who have retained a fusion of the present and the past.

The Prime Minister looked at Saeko with admiration as she walked in. This kind of woman is simply a deadly weapon for men like them who are a little nostalgic.

"Ms. Saeko," the Prime Minister said with a wry smile, "Is there anything I can do to help you, an old man about to retire?"

"Of course, Prime Minister," Saeko said with a smile, "Lieutenant General Ricky Rupp wants you to help issue a statement of condemnation."

(End of this chapter)