Tokyo, My Childhood Friend is a Ghost Story

Chapter 33 Summer Night
Having resolved Jia Yezi's job issue, it's now Miss Fu Jiang's turn.

As expected, as soon as Uta Kasyapa entered the room, he saw Fukie, who had a cold expression and was waiting for him with her hands at her sides and her legs crossed, just like a queen.

"You today"

"I need to use the restroom!"

Before Fujō could finish speaking, Uta Kasyapa excused himself to pee and took the opportunity to put little Fujō into the wardrobe.

Otherwise, if Fujang accidentally smashes little Fujang into a pancake when she vents her anger on herself, that would be a big problem.

After settling Fujang in, Uta Kasyapa came downstairs, where Fujang was still looking at him coldly, just like before.

Although she knew what Uta Kasyapa had gone to do today, Fukie still pretended not to know anything.

"Where have you been today?"

Blinking, was Fujang checking up on him?

"He went out to take care of some errands."

"Get something done?"

"Ah."

After thinking it over, Uta Kassapa honestly told Fukie about finding a job for Kayanoko.

As expected, when Fujang heard that Uta Kasyapa was going to help Jia Yezi find a part-time job, she immediately transformed into an enraged ragdoll cat and pounced on him while cursing.

Uta Kassapa knew he was in the wrong, so he could only cover his head and let Fukie kick his buttocks and hit him with a pillow.

As Fujang looked at Uta Kasyapa, who was letting her vent her anger on the sofa, she felt a sense of relief despite her frustration.

At least this idiot didn't lie to himself; he still knows who is more important to him.

But I’m so angry!
My boyfriend is doing errands for another woman, even if that woman accepts being used as a fertility machine, I'm still so angry!!!

Fujang, increasingly frustrated, gave Uta Kasyapa a good beating, kicking him in the butt countless times. After a few minutes, Fujang, finally exhausted from kicking him, plopped down on her backside.

"thirsty."

She quickly got up from the sofa and went to the refrigerator to pour her a glass of ice water and a glass of orange juice.

The orange juice was to let her experience the sweetness, and the ice water was to quench her thirst.

"Phew~ Did you find it?"

Utakayo nodded and told Fukie about the part-time job she had found for Kayoko.

Noticing that Utakayoteya had considered many issues, Fukie pouted unhappily, but then sighed.

Although this idiot can be quite short-tempered at times, he's always been rather thoughtful. Take the American-style barbecue grill in the yard that serves as an incinerator, for example; who would think of using that to burn garbage?

"I'm tired, give me a massage."

After putting down the juice, Fujang lay on the sofa with her back to Utakayo.

It must be said that although the size of the front plate of the Fujie is relatively average, the shape of the back plate is exceptionally beautiful.

The straight lines and perfect curves are connected by just the right amount of arc, making it extremely alluring and beautiful.

Moreover, thanks to Fu Jiang's strange vitality, her skin is as white and smooth as porcelain, and even a physically demanding massage becomes a pleasure when performed on her.

Nearly half an hour later, looking at Fukie who was still charming and beautiful as she fell asleep with her eyes closed, Uta Kasaya went to the kitchen to start preparing dinner.

A simple dinner on a peaceful summer night.

The cicadas' chirping sounded somewhat jarring in the night, their rustling noises quietly drifting through the dim light.

"Finally done!"

With a joyful voice, Jia Yezi held up a bracelet in her hand, which was mostly black and contained several colorful threads.

It was already two in the morning when I looked at the alarm clock I had salvaged from the junkyard, now rendered mute.

Jia Yezi quickly tidied up her long hair that had been ruined while making the bracelet, and lay down on the bed with the bracelet in her arms, feeling both expectant and nervous.

A gentle breeze swept across the night sky, the chirping of insects outside the window suddenly stopped, and the bats that had been soaring in the darkness above the streetlights abruptly fell to the ground.

A silent darkness began to spread from the notebook beneath the cabinet, creeping along the floor, past the drunken man on the first floor, and swallowing the entire room into darkness. In the bar called Mori Hino, the deafening DJ music, now mellowed by alcohol, was no longer jarring.

"Hey beautiful, are you alone? Want some?"

Snapped!
Before the man, who was drunk and trying to strike up a conversation, could finish his sentence, Haruko Higa, dressed in a black business suit, gave him a cold look and slapped him to the ground.

"You idiot!"

Before the words of abuse could even be uttered, the men who had tried to stand up for their friend all obediently sat back down as Haruko Hika looked at them with her cold and oppressive gaze.

She continued forward, pushing through the crowd, and soon, Haruko Higa arrived at a table in a corner.

"You lost, now drink it! And you, do you raise fish? Drink it!"

Amidst the boisterous revelry fueled by alcohol, Higa Masashi, sporting a head of dyed golden-red gradient hair, clapped her hands, her eyes glazed with drunkenness, urging her friends to drink.

"Drink, drink, drink!"

Only after watching her friend finish his drink did Bijia Zhenqin lean back on the sofa with satisfaction.

Just as Higa Masashi was immersed in pleasure, her friends around her gradually stopped making noise.

Higa Masashi stared wide-eyed in confusion at the group whose expressions were gradually turning serious.

"What's with those expressions?"

The friends didn't dare to speak, but instead nodded respectfully with fawning smiles behind Higa Masashi.

"Although your family doesn't interfere much in your private life, you've become increasingly dissolute in recent years."

As Haruko Higa spoke coldly, Masashi Higa sobered up halfway, and looked at her older sister with a hint of fear in her eyes.

"sister"

Haruko nodded, signaling a boy opposite her to stand up and give up his seat. Her powerful aura made the others afraid to speak.

"Sis, didn't you just go abroad from the Kinki region a few days ago? Have you finished taking care of things?"

Haruko looked around, picked up a glass and placed it in front of her. The others who clearly recognized Haruko hurriedly poured her drinks.

"More or less. I came back this time to receive another commission."

As she spoke, Haruko Higa took out a box and pushed it towards Masashi Higa.

"This is."

"A gift for you."

Upon hearing this, Higa Masaki was taken aback at first, then opened it with a look of delight. Looking at the black ring inside, Higa Masaki happily took it in her hand.

As soon as she got her hands on it, Higa Masahiro sensed the spiritual energy contained within the ring.

"This is."

Haruko Higa nodded, acknowledging that this was a magical artifact she had specially blessed with spiritual energy.

Higa Masahiro knew that this was from a phone call she had with her sister some time ago, where she mentioned that her psychic powers had been somewhat disordered lately, that she was having a lot of physical problems, and that she was experiencing a piercing pain from the uterus she had sacrificed.

Her older sister, Haruko, prepared this specifically for herself so that she would feel better under the influence of psychic energy.

"Thanks."

Looking at her younger sister, who was determined to catch up with her but had never succeeded and had even caused her great damage, a hint of tenderness flashed across Haruko Higa's cold face.

"Zhenqin, do you have time? Hmm?"

Before she could finish speaking, Haruko looked towards the northeast with a puzzled expression.

"what happened?"

Haruko Higa frowned as her sister asked her question.

Was that just my imagination?

(End of this chapter)