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

Then he came to the lady's side and took her down.

When she came down, her cheek almost touched his, and the elegant fragrance instantly overwhelmed the scent of cherry blossoms all around.

Kato Ryota was outside the gate, looking inside from a distance.

The boy got out of the car first, then immediately ran over here, bent down and opened the car door.

In the dim light of the yard, the lady in black kimono got out of the car under his arm. Since the boy was much taller than the lady, he could hardly see her from behind, and the black kimono made her presence even harder to detect.

The boy seemed to be the lady's bodyguard...

Kato Ryota stared at it for a long, long time.

The lady was tall and beautiful, and her steps were calm and steady.

As she walked into the house, her incomparably beautiful neck was revealed above the collar of her black kimono.

"It's been twenty years..."

Kato Ryota's eyes suddenly looked a little confused.

"Uncle, are you looking at my aunt?"

A delicate and touching childish voice suddenly came from beside him, which scared Kato Ryota.

There seemed to be light in his vision.

Light and pure as snow, like an angel descending...

The door light, as faint and soft as a firefly, illuminated the visitor's face.

An angel really came.

Straight black hair and porcelain-smooth white skin.

Eyes that reflected soft holy light.

A pure face without any dirt, light and graceful footsteps, and a delicate and pleasant voice said: "Uncle, I'm sorry that you came twenty years late."

In an instant, Kato Ryota shuddered.

As if to dispel his uneasiness, he screamed in a high-pitched voice: "When did you come..."

"I just got here! But, that's not important, is it?" Hanajo Iori looked at him and smiled innocently and romantically, "Remember, always keep a reverent heart, because God is always by your side."

"..."

Kato Ryota felt even more uneasy.

Facing this strange girl, he suddenly felt a fear worse than death.

"You, what nonsense are you talking about..."

"I'm not talking nonsense."

"I, I..." Kato Ryota's mouth was dry and sweat was on his forehead.

"You are twenty years late!" Huacheng Iori said with a smile, "Twenty years ago, my aunt fell in love with him till death, so you are twenty years late. Please stop imagining nonsense, otherwise, I will be angry."

Her voice is still childish, like a young girl's, but she doesn't give people the feeling of a young girl at all.

Kato Ryota opened his eyes wide: "You..."

"Don't be afraid, uncle!" Huacheng Iori said, turning around and walking towards home, "Just pretend I've never been here. Just do whatever you want to do tonight according to the original plan. Otherwise, hehe..."

"Hey, stop!"

Kato Ryota felt a chill in his heart.

"I am very satisfied with your performance." The angel turned her back to him and moved lightly into the house. "Remember, you should be fearful of the unknown. Don't pick up a bamboo sword and start fighting like a conceited person in the countryside of Hokkaido..."

At this point, she seemed to be amused by her own words and laughed twice. Then, without turning her head, she said, "Uncle, the attitude and reverence you showed are very correct! I am very satisfied, so... please focus on it tonight and teach that Hokkaido country boy a lesson!"

——How true are her words?

Kato Ryota couldn't tell the difference at all.

Staring at her slender body moving lightly as if unaffected by gravity, he felt as if he had just left the surface of the earth and returned from a trip to Mars. He could not feel the reality of what had just happened.

"She asked me to focus on the key point. Does she have a grudge against that guy?"

"But when she mentioned him, she smiled so happily. She didn't look like she had any grudge against him at all..."

"What exactly is her intention..."

Kato Ryota thought silently for a long time, then patted his head and said with emotion: "Are all young people nowadays so amazing..."

Behind me, a big G drove over.

A little further back, a police car also stopped. Two police officers, one old and one young, were inside the car paying attention to the movements here.

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Huacheng’s tea room is very large.

There are no real walls on the four sides. The roof is supported by pillars, and the things that look like walls are sliding doors.

The decoration is quiet and elegant, and the lighting is a uniform maid's cup-shaped copper floor lamp, and the candlelight sways and dances in the breeze.

The incense on the tea table was emitting wisps of smoke; next to the tea table was a screen with a bamboo curtain with a simple pattern hanging on it.

The bamboo curtain was illuminated by candlelight, casting mottled light, which fell on the tea table, as beautiful as snowflakes.

Isao Iinuma walked barefoot into the tea room through the sliding door of the corridor and saw a dignified and beautiful woman in a black kimono sitting at the tea table. He took a deep breath and clenched his fists slightly - such a good woman should not be bullied anymore.

——My bullying of her is another matter.

Chapter 41 You Actually Drugged Me!

"Axun, come here."

"Ok."

Iinuma Isao stepped into the tea room and sat down next to Hanashiro Kyoko.

He had just taken a shower and was wearing a black hakama kimono with patterns on it, which looked very elegant and refined.

The face that had just been washed with hot water was handsome yet with a hint of laziness, and the whole person exuded the charm that only belongs to a beautiful boy.

Huacheng Xingzi looked at him, a hint of satisfaction flashing across her eyes.

...Although the brat is annoying, he is really handsome.

"Can you make tea?" She fiddled with the charcoal stove with her little hands.

The hot water in the teapot is boiling.

"Yes," Iinuma replied.

"Then next time you order it and show it to Auntie."

I'll order it for you next time, which means you order it this time... Iinuma Isao nodded silently.

Huacheng Anzi knelt in front of the tea pot, holding up a black Oribe tea bowl. The white glaze inside the tea bowl also had a pattern of young bracken painted in black glaze.

"This set of tea bowls was my father's favorite when he was alive." She said lightly, "It is early spring now, and the tender buds of the fern reflect the charm of the mountains and fields. It is a perfect tea bowl for this season."

After saying that, she began to order tea.

She was still wearing the solemn black kimono.

There was nothing wrong with the way she made tea. From the way her hands and chest were positioned, one could see her elegance.

The lights flickered.

The shadow of the bamboo curtain fell beside her, and her dark bun vaguely reflected the soft light.

Iinuma Isao's eyes were fixed on the movement of her white wrist.

The white and tender skin moved in the light, like cherry blossoms blooming in the air.

A solemn black kimono, the fabric clinging to her plump body;

The hem of her skirt was supported by her buttocks, revealing a little bit of her white and tender ankles at the bottom.

The mature virgin had never been in love, and her plump body was outlined in the faint light, making her look extremely charming. The more Iinuma Isao looked at her, the more he felt that she seemed younger than when they first met, and even that she was becoming more and more beautiful.

Unlike the messy experiences of other middle-aged women, the old aunt's pure and real beauty can be seen at a glance.

Huacheng Xingzi noticed his unruly gaze and subconsciously tugged at the hem of her clothes, saying in a slightly annoyed tone, "What are you looking at?"

"Auntie is so beautiful!" said Iinuma Isao with a smile.

Hua Cheng Xingzi looked unhappy and was about to teach him a lesson, but he spoke first: "My beautiful aunt, how about a bet?"

"What bet?" Huacheng Xingzi asked unhappily.

Iinuma Isao smiled with a hidden intention: "I will help you drive away the bad guys tonight, and you have to promise me one thing."

Seeing his confident expression, Hua Cheng Xingzi laughed angrily and asked, "Who gave you the confidence?"

"Just answer whether you want to gamble or not."

"What do you want me to do?"

what to do?

In an instant, the wardrobe in Hanashiro Anko's room appeared in Iinuma Isao's mind.

There were many gorgeous dresses and well-made women's uniforms, but she always wore conservative mourning clothes, and Iinuma Isao had never seen her wearing anything else.

Decided!

Just like making Auntie Xingzi wear a uniform!

Iinuma Isao smiled calmly: "I haven't thought about it yet, but I definitely won't force you."

Huacheng Xingzi looked into his eyes, trying to find some information from them.

But his eyes were too pure, and the old aunt observed them very carefully, but still found nothing.

The boy looked at her frankly.

Until finally, she nodded slowly: "Okay, I promise you..."

Iinuma Isao smiled broadly.