Urban Immortality: I Raised a Female Prime Minister in Tokyo

Chapter 97 Different Thoughts

"Who are you?" Reina Morisawa forced a smile, trying to hide the pain and exhaustion in her body.

She at this moment.

His whole body was covered with purple and blue bruises.

"He asked me to come." Jin Meiting looked at Rena Morisawa who was trying hard to hold on, and thought of her own night.

Reina Morisawa instantly understood the origin of the beautiful and plump woman in front of her.

He quickly sat up straighter.

"Let me introduce myself first." Jin Meiting handed over a business card.

"Jin Meiting?" Rena Morisawa looked at the title carefully and remembered who she was.

A famous manipulator in the Korean entertainment industry.

Several of the current top girl groups are her creations.

"Do you know who he is?" Jin Meiting asked.

he?
Who is he?

Reina Morisawa shook her head helplessly.

"I'm sorry, I don't know."

Jin Meiting understood clearly and knew the position of this woman in the man's heart.

Then he asked, "So, you don't know his name?"

Morisawa Reina still shook her head and couldn't help asking, "Who is he?"

"Since he hasn't told you, I can't say much." Jin Meiting smiled apologetically. "He can only tell you himself. I can only say that he is a strong man, more powerful than you can imagine."

"No need to imagine, I've already seen it." Rena Morisawa smiled bitterly.

Everything that just happened.

Both the pain and the joy were unprecedented.

The feeling of being constantly absorbed in the body.

Let her think she is dying of happiness
Do you still need to imagine?

"Believe me, your imagination is far less powerful than he really is." Jin Meiting said with a smile: "As a woman, I'm afraid you are still savoring it now."

Suddenly, her true feelings were exposed and Rena Morisawa blushed.

The pale little face also looked much better.

"So what's your purpose this time?"

"He asked me to come here so we can share what we have and integrate our resources." Jin Meiting smiled and said, "I introduced myself, and it's time for you, Madam, to introduce yourself."

After the two of them communicated with each other, they were both very excited.

A self-media person with huge traffic.

One who is about to take control of Japan's largest Yamaguchi-gumi.

There are so many opportunities to use each other.

Jin Meiting stood up and prepared to say goodbye.

Reina Morisawa struggled to stand up, but the pain from the wounds caused by the friction and tearing of her legs made her sit down again.

Jin Meiting understands this feeling.

We shook hands gently, left our contact information and said goodbye.

Although Rena Morisawa was covered in pain, she became more and more excited.

After shouting.

An old man was crawling in the courtyard.

Reina Morisawa says:

"Help me arrange for the senior executives of the organization and the Wakachu of each major region to come to Tokyo."

"Hey!" The old man looked up, knowing what the lady was going to do. His eyes blazed with excitement as he asked, "What's your reason?"

"What's the reason? Is the anniversary of the death of the seventh generation leader of the Yamaguchi-gumi enough?" Morisawa Reina sneered, "If it's not enough, then add another one: the company's new money-making plan."

"But I'm afraid of those behind the organization," the old man hesitated.

"Don't worry, they only care about themselves and the benefits the organization brings them. They don't care who is in charge of the organization."

Reina Morisawa turned her head and looked at the photo of her late husband.

Think of that man.

Suddenly his whole body trembled.

The dampness made the wound hurt again.

Abe Nosuke left Xinrongji before finishing his meal.

The news that her husband Kinnosuke Asai whispered in her ear made her feel a little unusual.

How could it happen so suddenly?

She was eating seafood cooked in Chinese style at a newly opened Chinese restaurant in Tokyo.

And far away in Seoul, South Korea, gossip about her was everywhere.

Sitting in the Rolls-Royce, opening the iPad handed to her by her husband, Abe, who usually keeps her emotions secret, clenched her fists tightly in anger.

Her red lips were tightly pursed, and she sneered as she scrolled through the messages on Twitter and Instagram.

In the end, I found that even on TikTok, my own gossip was made into various videos.

These are almost all Korean IP addresses.

What do you mean her plump and huge buttocks are from plastic surgery?

The strong and plump thighs are also plastic surgery.

The entire pear-shaped figure was created in Korea.

There was even a so-called Korean plastic surgeon who used her in his advertisements.

Wearing a white coat and glasses, he swore that he was the surgeon who performed Abe Nosuke's surgery.

Then another woman jumped out and said that Abe Nosuke's academic qualifications were also fake.

Abe Nosuke's graduation thesis cannot be found on the official website of Harvard University in the United States.

I followed the trend in the comments and asked my friends and classmates at Harvard, but none of them knew about Abe Nojaku.

A group of gender experts talked about how Abe Nojaku's sexual apathy led to such disharmony in her family life.

He described it so vividly, as if he was watching it right next to him.

There are also several military and political bloggers who are hiding their heads and faces and saying that the former prime minister was murdered by Abe's sister Nozaki.

In short, just throw away whatever water is dirtier.

The name Abe Nojaku has now ranked first on the Korean hot search list.

"Do we need to use our connections to get our name down on the list?" her husband Kinnosuke Asai said softly.

"No need. Even if you buy it, it will still go up." Abe's chest heaved violently with anger, and she said coldly with her red lips, "Think about how to deal with the Japanese media. In less than half an hour, all the news will spread in Japan."

Sure enough, various self-media outlets with Japanese IP addresses began to reprint the story and added fuel to the fire to provide supporting evidence.

One of TikTok's most popular videos summarized all the gossip about Anbe No Que, with many comments below.

[So that big butt is definitely a cosmetic operation! I was saying it's impossible for a human to have such a large butt. Is she a Japanese Kardashian? (20,000 likes.)]

The former prime minister's death was hilarious. The murderer was an untrained professional, and yet so many people believed it! Now we know who the biggest beneficiary is. (10,000 likes)

[At this age, I still don't have children. It seems that what everyone says is true. (5,000 likes)]

"Please help me contact the people in charge of news." Abe Noja's voice was as cold as ice.

'boom. ’

The iPad in my hand was crushed.

Nagano Rei was very satisfied with her outfit today.

Long black wavy hair draped over a light blue chiffon top.

His bulging chest rose and fell with his steady breathing.

She wore a summery canvas-colored short skirt.

Revealing two round, white and smooth beautiful legs.

The snow-white and delicate little face stared at the front with a serious expression, but the charm in her starry eyes and willow eyebrows could not be concealed.

A pendant on the earlobe kept shaking.

The human-shaped sandbag standing on the training ground in front.

It was as if he was that hateful and perverted man.

Actually let yourself
So shameful.

The little face turned red with anger.

[Omi Hachiman: Dragon Returns]

Nagano Rei let out a delicate cry, and her whole body remained in a flying kicking position, with her two beautiful white legs flying rapidly in the air, one high and one low.

The spiritual energy condensed into the shape of a dragon's head, and the two beautiful legs were the dragon's upper and lower jaws.

Nagano Rei twisted her legs.

Longkou bit down fiercely.

'boom'.

There was a loud bang.

A sandbag in front of him was crushed between his legs.

Sand was scattered all over the ground.

"Good!" Kumanobei cheered, "Sister, you will definitely win the All Japan Underground Martial Arts Tournament that will be held soon. It depends on you to regain the century-old honor of our family and the Omi Hachiman Dojo."

Win the championship?

Nagano Rei shook her head and said, "Brother, you think too much. With so many players from the martial arts hall and the Onmyoji family, it would be good if I could make it to the top 16. Unless..."

Nagano Rei thought of that perverted man.

When I poked my belly button with my finger that day, I muttered to myself that I was born with this or that.
He also said it was a pity and wanted to take me as his apprentice.

That pervert trapped me easily, although I don't know what kind of Yin-Yang magic he used.

But it really looks like he has some ability.

"Brother, do you know his origins?"

"Who?"

"Who else? The colleague who injured you."

"Hush." ​​Kumanobei glanced around guiltily and whispered, "That man has a strange background. He was muddleheaded for the first six months, doing nothing but slacking off and sleeping. Suddenly, he's become incredibly powerful. Even Vice-Captain Sakura Sora listens to him."

"Vice-Captain Yingkong also warned me privately not to provoke him again, otherwise I would die."

"Tell me, if the gym leader hadn't been injured and was still in his prime, could he have defeated him?" Nagano Rei frowned and smoothed her long wavy hair.

"There's absolutely no way I could win. I could still withstand a few moves from the gym leader." Kumanobei said with a wry smile, "You haven't seen how powerful he is. He just glanced at me and I broke through several walls. I almost died. Now I've been hospitalized twice, which shows he's showing mercy."

Haven't you seen how powerful he is?
Nagano Rei's face turned red.

It's more than just seeing how powerful he is.

He beat them all and made them sick.

The thought of him makes me want to go to the bathroom.

Thinking of this, my legs really started to tremble.

"What's wrong with you?" Kumano Bei looked at his sister with a strange expression.

"Nothing, brother." Nagano Rei suddenly asked: "If he accepts me as his apprentice, do you think I will agree?"

"Hahaha, how is that possible?" Kumanobei laughed and said, "If you can become his apprentice, you can easily win the martial arts championship."

His sister was really whimsical, and Kumanobei reached out to pat her shoulder.

But it was empty.

Nagano Rei had already spread out her two long snow-white legs and was running away into the distance.

The little skirt flew up, revealing black safety pants.

This is the lesson learned last time.

"Where is my sister?" Kumano Bei touched his head suspiciously, but when he raised his head, she was gone.

To the restroom.

Where else can I go?

Nagano Rei ran quickly.

The two plump buttocks are tightly clamped together.

I can't hold it in anymore.

He gritted his teeth, wondering if that pervert had used some kind of black magic on him.

Fang Zuo walked out of the Tokyo Imperial Hotel.

Suddenly the phone rang.

Take out your phone.

It's Yingkong Kurumi calling.

"Hey, bad guy, where are you?"

"What's wrong? Can't I call you if I'm fine? Can't I just miss you? I miss you, I have to think about you!"

"Hmph, there's no point in apologizing. I'm already angry."

"Unless, unless you accompany me to the cocktail party tonight."

"It's a cocktail party at the Japanese National Security Agency. Haha, I'm getting commended!"

"And I was wearing a very sexy red dress. I didn't know I had such a good figure."

"You're not going? If you don't go, you'll suffer a great loss. Your woman will be seen naked by others. I'm not wearing any underwear."

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