I am in Mihua, and the ladies all like me

"Okay, anyway, let's do it like this first!"

Um! ?

Serabel was shocked.

"Wait... won't this get your clothes dirty?"

"It doesn't matter if it gets dirty, you can still wash it~"

Yukiko shrugged meaninglessly.

Serabelle's tone became more and more hesitant: "Then why did you ask me to take a shower just now..."

"Just for a shot!"

The older girl gave a thumbs up.

Okay, now the logic is closed.

To be honest, Serabelle has always suspected that there might be homophones in Japanese characters.

For example, in Yukiko's case, the "一" in Japanese is usually translated as "亿".

So "come one shot" is equivalent to "come one billion shots".

Time came to two hours later.

In Kudo's house, Serabelle had already left.

In the steamy bathroom, Yukiko was lying in the bathtub with milky white bubbles on the water, a pair of lotus arms resting behind her head, thinking.

"I always feel that today's is a little bland... Logically speaking, it shouldn't be like this after three days of accumulation. Is this an illusion..."

Chapter 199 I'm having an affair~

After enduring the scorching heat of the hot summer and the beginning of autumn which marks the beginning of autumn but is still not very cool, August, which has been hot for 31 days, has finally come to an end.

But along with the start of the school year in September, it is not only the temperature that drops, but also the business sales of various service industries.

For example, the passenger flow in scenic spots has decreased and the hotel occupancy rate has dropped.

Corresponding to this is a series of promotional measures, such as lower prices for tour groups and lower prices for hotel rooms, etc.

In short, for those who have long left school and entered society and no longer enjoy the privilege of long student holidays, if they want to travel or do some activities and still want to be economical, it is a wise choice to avoid winter, spring and summer vacations and various golden weeks when choosing the time.

As more than four days have passed since the start of school, the students who have been attending classes for a week have finally welcomed the first weekend since the start of school.

It was 3: in the afternoon. A red Mercedes convertible sports car slowly drove into the empty underground parking lot of Beihu Hotel and stopped next to a black Audi A.

The engine was turned off, the passenger door was opened first, and a slender leg covered by a Bohemian-style long skirt stepped out of the car.

"Oh, it's so hot and stuffy in the underground garage."

Yukiko got out of the sports car, took a deep breath and looked around, unable to help but curl her lips.

The person who got out from the driver's seat on the other side was naturally Serabell in a tuxedo.

He pulled out the same cane as Manager Urahara's, produced by Dr. Agasa, from behind the driver's seat, stood up, closed the car door, and walked to Yukiko's side. Hearing the latter's complaint, he shrugged lightly.

"There's nothing we can do. The hotel can't provide air conditioning services to the cars in the parking lot. That would be too extravagant."

"Too……"

Yukiko was not a spoiled rich girl, so she reluctantly accepted this statement.

This little thing was instantly forgotten when she noticed the familiar Audi A3 in the parking space next to the red sports car.

"Qiaodou Madai, Bell, look at that Audi. That's not the one you drove before..."

"Yes, that's the one I drive."

Serabelle nodded with determination.

"As for why I stopped here, it's because I'm staying at the Beihu Hotel now. Didn't I tell you that?"

"No……"

Yukiko looked at him silently and repeated it again.

"there has never been."

Now I've said it...

Serabelle added in her mind.

But the next second, Yukiko put her hands on his shoulders, forcing him to look at her, with a fake smile on her face.

"Since you live here now, Bell, that means your sister Mary also lives here, right?"

That's exactly what happened...

Serabelle remained calm on the surface, but he hissed subconsciously in his heart.

After thinking for a moment, he decided to strike preemptively.

"Sister Yukiko, are you planning to meet Sister Mary?"

This wave of tactics cannot be considered a brilliant tactic of retreating to advance. It is simply a mentality of lying down and not avoiding disasters.

"Hmm~"

This was indeed a rather explosive suggestion, and even Yukiko, who was usually thick-skinned, had to think about it for a few seconds.

Then he suddenly showed a brilliant smile.

"No, forget it."

call……

Serabelle's shoulders unconsciously slumped a little.

Yukiko seemed to think that there was no point in continuing to dwell on this topic, so she simply put her arm around the boy and raised her chin proudly.

"Lead the way, GOGOGO Butler!"

"When did I become a butler..."

The older girl shook her long hair and said, "Ah, don't we look alike when we stand together in the clothes we wear today? I am the older lady, and Bell is the young butler who just took over the responsibilities of the previous generation from his father, the old butler. Isn't it very emotional?"

"as long as you are happy……"

Amidst the nonsense between them, the two left the underground garage and took the elevator upstairs.

When the elevator door reopened, the cool air from the hotel's central air-conditioning mixed with slightly noisy voices suddenly hit us in the face.

Looking out from the elevator, the first thing that catches your eye is the lobby in front of the hotel, which covers an entire banquet floor.

The bright red carpet, the carved solid wood and gilded banquet hall door, the hotel staff standing behind the door responsible for statistics and guest identity verification... in short, this is the inherent impression.

The most eye-catching thing is the large posters that look like couplets on the walls on both sides of the banquet hall door.

[Memorial service for film director Akira Sakamaki, blah blah ()**……]

The door of the banquet hall was open, and one could see that many guests had already arrived, their evening gowns and suits mixed together, interweaving to the melodious saxophone music.

Yukiko extended her hand to Serabel, who immediately understood and took out the invitation from her shirt pocket and gave it to her.

The two came to the service desk next to the door. The person in charge of reception was a pretty hotel waitress who looked like she had just graduated from college a few years ago.

Perhaps because there were so many guests tonight and she was busy with work, the waitress didn't even have time to look up. After taking the invitation, she immediately lowered her head to confirm the name.

"Let me see, Ms. Kudo Yukiko... eh?"

As if she had discovered a blind spot in an instant, the waitress looked up suddenly, rubbed her eyes vigorously after taking a look as if in disbelief, and then looked again to confirm that it was correct and said excitedly.

"You, you are Ms. Fujimine Yukiko!"

"Yes~"

When recognized by her fans, Yukiko smiled and made a scissors hand gesture.

So cute~

The waitress felt so excited that she almost died. With trembling hands, she took off her work badge on her chest, regardless of violating work regulations.

"I'm your fan. I've seen all the movies you've made before. My favorite is the one where you played a female agent. Um... could you please sign my name on my ID card?"

"of course can."

Yukiko readily took it, signed her name on the back of her work badge, and then returned it along with the pen.

The waitress bowed repeatedly to express her gratitude as her wish came true.

"Well, I'll help you register now. By the way, who is the person next to you..."

"This is my boyfriend~"

Yukiko still had that smiling face, but what she said made the fan girl's expression suddenly freeze.

"Wait, boyfriend... I remember Miss Fujimine Yukiko, you already..."

"I'm having an affair~"

!!!

Ignoring the little fangirl whose pupils were completely shaking, Yukiko nudged Serabelle beside her affectionately with her elbow.

"Right, Bell?"

Chapter 200: Sister Bei is Angry

After passing the guest identity check and entering the banquet hall, the atmosphere inside became even more lively.

As mentioned before, although the reason announced to the public was a memorial service, it was completely different from a formal mourning scene.

Men and women in formal attire can be seen everywhere in the banquet hall. They all have slicked-back hair and powdered faces, holding a glass of red wine, and look elegant, just like successful people in society.

Yukiko looked around and couldn't help but raise her eyebrows.

"Wow, there are quite a few celebrities coming to this party tonight~"

"Oh?"

Serabelle responded casually.

In fact, he was not interested in these so-called big shots at all. Instead of finding out who the president of such and such company was or who the boss of such and such manufacturing company was, he would rather spend his time looking for the trace of Vermouth.

After all, everyone attending the memorial service had to enter with their real name, and no matter how skilled Vermouth was in makeup, it was impossible for her to come in with an appearance that was not her own.

But Yukiko actually pulled his arm and introduced them one by one.

"See? The woman with short hair and glasses over there is the popular female writer Nanjo Mika, who won the Naoki Prize... and the bald middle-aged man with a beard in the distance is the investor of the professional baseball league, Yasuo Sanpei... and the man with long hair is a recently emerging musician..."

Yukiko talked about a few things and suddenly she exclaimed in surprise as if she had seen some important person.

“I didn’t expect that even the giants of the Japanese financial world would come.”

"Which one?"

Serabelle looked in the direction she pointed.

I saw that in the center of the banquet hall not far away, several burly entrepreneurs wearing expensive suits, who looked like big bosses, were surrounding an elderly entrepreneur who looked kind and had a conversation. All of them looked respectful and attentive.

"That old man is the president of Mitsubishi Motors, Kenzo Masuyama," said Yukiko.

Serabelle casually complained: "When you said the financial giant, I thought you meant the president of Dai-Nihon Bank, Katarahara Metō..."

"You have to go to Kengan World for that."

Yukiko took over the joke without any pressure.

She continued to move her eyes, and when she turned around and returned to the door of the banquet hall where she came in, she saw a middle-aged man with an official-like appearance and a rather thin physique surrounded by several other reporters, who seemed to be asking some pointed questions.

You can see that even in a hotel with central air conditioning, he still has to take out a handkerchief from his pocket from time to time to wipe the sweat from his forehead.

"I remember that person was..."

Yukiko frowned and recalled it seriously, then suddenly relaxed.

"Oh, I remember. That person has appeared in the news recently. It seems that he is a congressman who was recently exposed for suspected bribery. His name seems to be... that..."

She was stuck again.

Fortunately, someone came from behind at the critical moment.