Tokyo: Starting from staying at my mother's bestie's house

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At this moment, if it were an ordinary woman, she would probably protect her chest with her hands and yell at Iinuma Isao at the top of her lungs.

But Huacheng Xingzi is not an ordinary woman.

Her fingertips loosened, and the black lace fell to the ground. Then she immediately hooked the mourning dress with her small hands and swung it into the air.

As the black cloth spun, her arms, as tender as lotus roots, stretched out and fit neatly into the sleeves; her body, as white as jade, also turned around as light as a swallow. When she turned back, the black mourning clothes had completely wrapped her body.

However, since there was no belt to hold it in place, the mourning dress automatically swung to the sides.

Her plump breasts pushed her clothes up high, almost tearing them apart...but it was better than being naked!

Then the old lady raised her head and glared at Iinuma Isao: "Get out!"

"Uh, I, what I wanted to say is that the people from the Red Tai Group are just outside the door, and Iori is fighting against them..." Iinuma Isao said somewhat embarrassedly.

Huacheng Xingzi's face suddenly darkened.

When she heard that her niece was in danger, she didn't bother to kick Iinuma Isao out. She put her feet into slippers, took the mourning belt, and ran to the front yard, hurriedly tying the belt.

"..."

Iinuma Isao looked strange.

He then added: I'm here to talk to you and then go and chase them away.

But who knew that Auntie was so anxious...

Huacheng Xingzi had already tied her belt when she ran across the courtyard.

The mourning clothes were already wrapped around her body, and the belt was tied to tighten her waist, outlining the curve of her back perfectly.

When she was almost at the front yard, she suddenly turned around and glared at Iinuma Isao.

She felt chilly under her mourning clothes and felt ashamed and angry. She raised her pretty eyebrows and glared at Iinuma Isao with murderous eyes for a few seconds, almost writing the words "revenge later" on her face.

But Iinuma Isao didn't think so much.

His mind kept recalling the stunning glimpse he had just had.

The old lady's body is as white as jade and snow, breathtakingly beautiful no matter how you look at her. The magnificent and majestic snow-capped mountains are the most stunning sight on earth.

I really want to own it...

Chapter 30 What is the Master's Mission?

In front of the Huacheng family mansion is a cherry forest.

There is an artificially dug stream in the forest. The clear water is filled with tiny red fallen petals, floating down along the terrain.

There is a very conspicuous black line between the green leaves and pink petals.

The black color was like a black fire burning in the daytime, so bright that it took away all the colors in the world.

It was a girl in a black dress.

Her petite and fragile body sat on the artificial stone on the shore, her delicate feet soaked in the stream water.

The black skirt only covered her knees, and the exposed snow-white calves swayed gently on the water, creating clusters of cold and lonely little water splashes.

Several members of the Red Snapper Team, who were originally in high spirits, could not help but be intimidated by the person in front of them.

The girl tilted her head, her long hair falling like a waterfall, covering her face, so her appearance could not be seen clearly.

The long hair was so black that it looked like the most stunning painting in the hands of an ink painter, drawn in one stroke and completed in one go.

The black skirt fits tightly against her slender and beautiful back, and her figure is well-proportioned, neither slender nor bloated;

The beautiful and slender neck was exposed from the collar, as white as bright snowflakes, and as if it was the bright moonlight in the darkest hour of the night.

This is a perfect girl.

The only flaw, or the flaw in the ointment, is that the chest is a bit flat...

In response to this, Hanashiro Iori explained himself: I have to have some flaws, otherwise if I were too perfect, I would leave no room for others to survive.

The angel, who was only fifteen and a half years old, was just sitting there, but the mysterious aura around her frightened Ito Junwen who came to cause trouble.

This gangster boss, whose brain was a little bit not working well, stopped in his tracks with a group of younger brothers, looking confused and uncertain.

Although she was obviously a weak girl, the delicate feeling on her body that seemed unlike that of a real person made people feel creepy, just like the horror brought by seeing an extremely realistic doll.

The situation seemed to be in a strange stalemate, but when Mrs. Anzi's anxious voice calling "Iori" came from the big iron gate, Ito Junfumi immediately remembered what he was here for, and malicious noise instantly resounded throughout the cherry grove.

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Huacheng Xingzi walked out of the entrance hall and walked towards the gate from the front yard. From afar, she heard loud shouting and cursing.

"Put this on!" Iinuma Isao put his coat on her.

"Mrs. Xingzi, get out here right now!"

"Don't think you'll be alright if you stay hidden..."

"Ho ho ho, we're going to have a big fight today!"

"Women of the Huacheng family, listen carefully. If you don't give our boss an explanation today, we will destroy this place!"

All kinds of resentful noises came together, accompanied by the roar of motorcycles and the dull sound of steel pipes and baseball bats hitting iron fences.

The gangsters gathered in front of the door, looking forward to it.

An elegant lady in mourning clothes slowly appeared.

Her gaze was firm, her expression was cold, her dark pupils were staring forward, but a gloomy gleam passed across her brows.

When he saw her come out, the boss Junji Ito started whistling.

The rest of the younger brothers cheered on the sidelines.

Amid their sharp and piercing laughter, they would occasionally use iron pipes and baseball bats to hit the trees or iron fences around them, causing the cherry blossoms on the roadside to fall.

In the pink cherry blossom rain, Huacheng Anzi turned her eyes nervously.

Everywhere you look, there are cherry blossoms.

Gorgeously blooming cherry trees line both sides of the road in front of the gate, and in the middle of the pink cherry trees, there is an artificial stream running through.

The girl in the black dress sat by the stream.

The aunt's eyes penetrated the trees and saw her niece, and she finally felt relieved.

Hanashiro Iori also looked over here, and when he saw Iinuma Isao following behind his aunt, he looked back at the stream with relief, swinging his two delicate little feet in the water.

Many times, her indifference to everything can seem a little heartless.

Only those who are familiar with her will not misunderstand.

Huacheng Xingzi withdrew her gaze.

She reached out her hand leisurely, tucked the fine hair behind her ears, and then rubbed her pale cheeks.

Facing the siege of vicious people, she still looks so strong and beautiful.

A beautiful face, hastily tied up hair, with a small branch broken halfway inserted diagonally;

Her proud and upright figure was wrapped in a meticulous black mourning dress. She stood under the cherry tree forest, as if she was a sword standing in the woods.

No matter how beautiful the cherry blossoms are, they will pale in comparison to her and lose all their beauty.

A hissing sound.

The spring breeze blows through the city and through the cherry trees.

The cold wind mixed with pink snow, like a lecher, lifted up the hem of her dark skirt, which was as dark as the night, revealing a small section of her slender, flawless, beautiful calves.

Whether it is the artistic conception or the actual scene, this is a breathtaking scene.

Iinuma Isao couldn't help but feel warm in his heart.

Apart from his wife, he was the only one present who knew what state her wife was in beneath her mourning clothes. This scene made him feel fascinated.

The angel who had been looking at him frowned slightly in dissatisfaction, and then looked at his aunt in disbelief: Playing this kind of vacuum play? What kind of master's mission is this...

Across the sky full of falling petals, Huacheng Xingzi, who was unaware that her niece was looking at her through tinted glasses, was confronting five or six gangsters with a cold expression.

A Toyota Alpha took the lead, and the rest rode on motorcycles, each with a red snapper flag on the back.

There is no doubt that compared to the mysterious and immature girl in the black dress, a mature woman like the lady who has a great figure and can make juice come out with just a slight touch is the best!

Ito Junwen came forward with a baseball bat and said, "Hey, niece-in-law, how do you want to settle the beating your adopted son gave me?"

Huacheng Xingzi's eyes were cold: "Isn't he still alive and kicking?"

Ito Junwen's face was twisted with a devilish look, and he waved a baseball bat in his hand: "Since we are relatives, I won't embarrass you today! You just hand him over to me, otherwise, don't blame me for not remembering our friendship!"

"Don't think about it!"

Amid the falling flowers, Hua Cheng Xingzi's eyes were cold and her voice was as cold as snow: "This is private territory, please leave immediately, otherwise don't blame me for being rude!"

"Huh? Hahaha..."

Ito Junfumi burst into laughter as if he had heard a huge joke.

Huacheng Xingzi clenched her fists, her palms trembling slightly.

After laughing for a while, Ito Junwen said arrogantly: "Niece-in-law, stop struggling..."

"and many more!"

Iinuma Isao spoke.

He couldn't bear to see the old lady being scolded.

Ito Junwen looked at him and gave him a cruel smile: "What do you want to say?"

"Ah Xun!" Hua Cheng Xingzi signaled him not to be impulsive, "They don't dare to do anything to me, don't meddle in my business!"

As she spoke, a strong murderous aura suddenly appeared between her beautiful brows.

wow-

The strong wind made her clothes stick even tighter to her body.