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

Finally, Huacheng Xingzi took out the pair of black velvet high heels and flesh-colored thin stockings and put them on. She took a few deep breaths in front of the mirror, adjusted her mood, and then pushed the door open and walked out.

In the front yard, Isao Iinuma was busy decorating the living room with flowers.

The flowers were all picked from the courtyard.

Not long after, I heard the sound of high heels hitting the ground.

Although he had only heard it once, Iinuma Isao was sure that it was the sound of the old lady's footsteps.

Slowly raise your eyes.

"what?"

He couldn't help but stare blankly.

On weekdays, the old lady dressed very conservatively, almost always wearing black kimonos, with only a little skin on her neck and wrists exposed, leaving the rest of her body completely unexposed to the sight of strangers.

But now, she dresses very sexily.

A tailored black dress that reached her calf length, fitting perfectly against her icy skin.

The sleeveless, open-collar style shows the bare shoulders, which are white and round; the round and firm breasts hold up the fabric on the chest high, and the deep V-neckline reveals the snow-white, deep and charming cleavage.

Her hair was tied up high and she wore a silver diamond necklace around her slender white neck.

On her feet she wore a pair of black velvet high heels, with the uppers slightly raised, just covering her ankles;

The slender thighs are tightly wrapped in flesh-colored garter stockings. The stocking shaft of the garter stockings is sunken in the middle of the thigh, creating a wonderful flesh-tightening effect.

Iinuma Isao stared at her with a silly look in his eyes.

It’s not that he hasn’t seen beauties before, but the sight of the usually conservative old lady suddenly wearing a deep V off-shoulder dress and heavy makeup with flaming red lips was a bit of a shock to him.

Of course, this doesn't look gaudy at all.

Compared to her usual dignified and noble mistress image, Huacheng Xingzi at this moment actually looked a bit more wild and aggressive, like a queen who would actively ask for things!

As he watched, Iinuma Xun couldn't help but think that if an old lady was wearing this outfit and was pressed down on the sofa by him and bullied, that would feel so good!

Just as he was daydreaming, Huacheng Xingzi glared at him coldly and warned him with her eyes.

"I didn't think anything of it!"

Isao Iinuma quickly raised his hands to prove his innocence.

Huacheng Xingzi looked around and was surprised by the room full of flowers, but she still didn't say anything and walked straight towards him with a cold expression on her face and a look that seemed to keep him at a distance.

Ask for monthly ticket

Chapter 87 The bridge has been repaired, the road has been paved, and large vehicles can go on the road

The candlelight on the dining table flickered slightly.

The spacious front hall is filled with bright flowers, and the colorful colors make people feel happy.

Isao Iinuma brought out two steaks and placed them on the dining table covered with a white cloth.

Huacheng Xingzi glanced at him expressionlessly.

Then she walked slowly, with the hem of her skirt gently rubbing against her thighs, looking gorgeous.

In the bright yellow candlelight, she looked like the most beautiful and noble aristocratic woman in Ukiyo-e, attending the prince's banquet.

Iinuma Isao stared at her intently: "Do you like this arrangement?"

The old lady looked indifferent: "I don't like it!"

"I picked almost all the flowers in the courtyard," said Iinuma Isao with a smile.

"Iori will definitely scold you to death tomorrow!" Huacheng Anzi glanced at him, then turned her head to look out the window and said nothing.

Iinuma Xun picked up a bouquet of roses from the table and handed it to her: "This bouquet of carefully trimmed roses is specially prepared for my wife."

The roses in April emit a faint fragrance in the candlelight.

Huacheng Xingzi lowered her head, sniffed the petals with the tip of her nose, and then turned her head to the window.

"Look, your husband prepared flowers especially for you, but you didn't even accept them!" said Iinuma Isao disappointedly.

"..."

Huacheng Xingzi turned around, forced out an ugly smile, and then said coldly: "I hate roses the most, don't give me this flower next time!"

She knew what the rose represented, so how could she accept it?

Iinuma Isao said stubbornly: "The nobility and beauty of roses match your temperament so well. Why don't you give them as gifts? And you all have thorns that can sting!"

"I just don't like it anyway!"

Hua Cheng Xingzi was determined to undermine him. After saying that, she continued with a complaint, "You don't even know what kind of flowers I like, how can you be my husband!"

Iinuma Isao thought about it and realized that he really didn't know this.

"So what kind of flowers do you like?" he asked quickly.

"Carnations." Huacheng Xingzi said casually impatiently.

"What a coincidence, Iori really has it." Iinuma Isao smiled and ran out immediately.

The corner of Huacheng Xingzi's eye twitched and she stared blankly at the door.

Her graceful figure, wrapped in candlelight, was even more charming than usual.

Soon, he came back from the courtyard holding a bunch of wet yellow carnations and handed it to her with both hands.

"Do you like it now?" Iinuma Isao asked proudly.

Huacheng Xingzi felt very confused.

Emotionally speaking, she really feels happy now.

But her rationality made her half-close her eyes and pretend to be uninterested: "I don't like carnations now."

"So what do you like now?"

"plum bossom!"

"Where can there be plum blossoms in this season?"

Huacheng Xingzi snorted, "I just like plum blossoms, don't bother me if you don't have any!"

Of course, this unreasonable look was just an act, how could Iinuma Isao not understand that?

"Okay, I'll give you a bunch of plum blossoms for now. I'll send you a bunch every day in winter."

"I want it now!"

"Now I have something even better for you."

"What is it?" Hua Cheng Xingzi asked subconsciously, then immediately remembered that she couldn't be nice to him, and immediately turned cold again, "I don't want it, I'll throw it away even if you give it to me!"

It really looks like a wife who loses her temper...

Haha!

Because she was so funny like this, Iinuma Isao cooperated very well and slowly coaxed her to play.

"What's wrong with you? Are you troubled by something?"

"Yes!" Huacheng Xingzi glanced at him and gritted her teeth, "You are my biggest worry!"

"What's wrong with me?" Iinuma Isao pretended to be dumb.

"Can you please stop clinging to me? I'm so annoying!" Huacheng Xingzi suddenly became irritable and waved her hand like a fly. Then her fragrant oval face turned around and looked at the young man expressionlessly: "Listen, I want to formally file for divorce from you now!"

"Eh?" Iinuma Isao held back his laughter and put on an expression of disbelief.

"Wait here for me. I'll go back to my room!" Huacheng Xingzi put on a serious expression and tried to walk out the door. "Give me half an hour. I'll draft the divorce agreement and email it to you."

Iinuma Xun knew that she was trying to find an excuse to slip away, and hurriedly grabbed her hand: "No, no, no, I was wrong, please don't go..."

As he spoke, he pressed the old lady's hand on his face and said sincerely: "Hit me twice to vent your anger."

"I dare not hit you!" Huacheng Xingzi struggled to pull her hand back.

"Go ahead and beat him!" Iinuma Isao said seriously, "It's only natural for a wife to teach her misguided husband a lesson. That's what you said!"

Huacheng Xingzi paused.

Those narrow and beautiful phoenix eyes narrowed slightly.

After looking at the boy for several times, she raised her white and tender little hand and slapped him hard on the head.

"Oh~"

Iinuma Isao covered his head: "You are using too much force..."

"Ah!"

Huacheng Xingzi sneered: "You asked me to teach you a lesson!"

"Okay, we've already fought, don't be angry anymore." Iinuma Isao rubbed his head, then took her arm and pulled her to the dining table without saying anything. He pulled out a chair for her very gentlemanly: "Tonight's candlelight dinner is our first date, don't ruin it because of anger."

Huacheng Xingzi sat down, crossed her arms and snorted, "I don't see you treat me better on weekdays, but you're still very concerned about these formalities."

"I have many more tricks to please people, and I will show them to you one by one in the future." Iinuma Isao came and sat down opposite her.

In the dim candlelight, looking at the handsome face of the boy that looked like a silhouette, Huacheng Xingzi leaned back in her chair and hummed half-jokingly, "Future? Humph, forget it, I have made up my mind to divorce you. There is no future between us!"

"Divorce is tomorrow's business, so don't talk about it tonight..."

Iinuma Isao answered as he lit some incense.

The incense is soaked with verbena essential oil, and the mysterious scent drifts away along with the thin wisps of smoke rising from the incense.

Huacheng Xingzi looked at the incense. The smoke column was almost white and as thin as a cicada's wing. It floated up to the top of the ceiling and then fell down like a veil, covering the surface of her body.

This scent is so tempting...

At this moment, she felt that everything before her was so warm and heart-warming.

She looked at the boy, whose eyes never left her.

"Let's have some drink first." Iinuma Isao opened a bottle of wine, poured two glasses, and pushed one of them to him.

Huacheng Xingzi looked alert: "Drinking? What do you mean?"