I am in Mihua, and the ladies all like me

Looking out from the second-floor window of the mansion, the brightly lit city center is less than three kilometers away.

This is definitely a wealthy area. To give an example, it is probably the villas on Vinewood Hill in Los Santos.

Such a superior geographical location allows people living there to reach the city center at will in a short time to experience the prosperity of civilized society, and they can go home at any time after playing and isolate themselves from all the noise from the outside world.

But this mansion is even more exaggerated than that, because there is no other villa to be seen on the entire side of the mountain facing the city.

There is no other reason. The only possibility is that the owner of the mansion bought the entire mountain of land, and the name on the houseplate hanging on the mansion also confirms that the former does have this ability.

——Suzuki House.

The scene changes to the second floor of Suzuki's house.

This is a very spacious room. Its floor area of ​​70 square meters is enough to rival the size of an entire apartment where a family of three lives. The luxurious decoration and pink main color in the room make it clear that the person living here is obviously a rich lady.

But now, this rich young lady was lying in a hospital gown on the big pink round bed in the middle of the room, her chestnut shoulder-length hair scattered on the pillows on both sides of her head, a wet towel on her forehead, and she was shouting at the thermometer, looking like a sick cat.

That's right, in this season when the temperature drops sharply from late autumn to winter, Miss Sonoko... caught a severe cold.

"Come on, change the towel."

Tomoko Suzuki sat on the edge of the bed. She reached into the basin of water on the bedside table, took out the cooled towel from the cold water, wrung it dry, and then replaced the towel on her daughter's forehead that had become warm due to her rising body temperature.

It is true that she is the top decision-maker who manipulates and operates the entire Suzuki Group, but she is also a mother.

"Are you sleepy? Do you want mom to turn off the lights so you can take a nap?"

"Um……"

Sonoko nodded weakly, and her eyes, which were slightly red due to the fever, moved slowly.

"Hey, mom, I have a cold and I'm coughing... How many days will it take to get better?"

"Well, generally speaking, it's about three or four days, but the most uncomfortable part is only one or two days in the middle, usually it's one day."

Tomoko Suzuki patiently explained her experience of raising daughters over the past decade.

"If everything goes well, I'll feel pretty good after today, but I'll definitely be weak for a while. It'll take another week or so to fully recover."

"Is that so? Then I probably won't be able to make it to the demo show next week..."

Sonoko said this with some regret, and turned her gaze back to the ceiling above her.

The trial exhibition she was talking about was the virtual somatosensory game console named Cocoon, which was launched two years ago by the information technology industry giant Sindorah. It was advertised as being able to completely replace a person's five senses in the game, allowing for full stealth play.

And because a considerable amount of research results had already been achieved when the project was publicly launched, it was able to attract investments from a number of large companies at one time.

The Suzuki Group is one of them.

Two years later, last week Sintra announced that the game console had been developed and was preparing to invite investors from all over the world to play it first.

The specific time has been set for next week, and it will be held at the Mihua City Hall.

"Sonoko, do you really want to play? If so, I can talk to the people at Syndora Company and ask them to leave a game console for us. I don't think they will refuse." Suzuki Tomoko said inhumanely.

"Ahem, I don't really want to play..." Sonoko coughed twice, "But didn't the Sintra Company send me the test qualification badges? It feels like a waste to spend money on them but not use them. Besides, if I'm giving them away as gifts, it seems that Ran and the others don't really like playing games... Ahem!"

"That's it~"

Suzuki Tomoko pondered for a while, and her slightly flickering eyes seemed to show her thinking of something, but she didn't say it directly.

She got up from the bed, took the thermometer out of her daughter's mouth, and helped cover her with the quilt.

"Okay, don't think about this kind of thing for now. Just let your body rest first. Do you understand?"

"Um……"

Yuanzi nodded obediently.

Tomoko Suzuki turned off the light in the room from the bedside, turned around and left the room and closed the door.

……

On the other side, in the law office of Eri Kisaki, the sound of water running in the bathtub could be heard from the open bathroom door, and the office connected to it was filled with steam with the fragrance of shower gel.

After changing into a set of clean clothes she had bought today, Serabelle took out her cell phone and checked the location on the food delivery app.

We're almost downstairs.

He turned towards the open bathroom door and said, "Aunt, the takeaway is almost here. I'll go downstairs to get it."

"Oh, wait a minute..."

A female lawyer's voice came from the bathroom.

After about five or six seconds, Kisaki Eri, wearing only underwear with her long hair casually spread out and a comb and hairpin in her hands, walked out in front of the boy with a slight blush on her beautiful cheeks.

The female lawyer cupped the latter's cheeks with both hands and lightly stepped on tiptoe.

As soon as our lips touched, we parted.

"Go back quickly."

"Ah."

Serabell nodded in agreement and did not leave until Kisaki Eri let go of her hand.

Maybe it’s because I’ve finally untied all the knots in my heart. I feel like my aunt is becoming more and more clingy and feminine…

After leaving the office and entering the elevator, Serabelle stared at the small screen on the elevator control panel that was playing various advertisements in a loop, thinking to herself.

buzz~

Just then, the slight vibration of the mobile phone in his pocket interrupted his thoughts.

I took out my cell phone and saw that it was not a call, but a text message.

It turned out to be sent by Mrs. Suzuki.

The content of the text message was very short, just one sentence, but one could feel its seductive meaning even through the screen.

【Are you free tomorrow night? 】

Chapter 327 Mrs. Suzuki's "business"

Since the lady has made an appointment, there is no way that Serabelle can refuse.

Mrs. Suzuki's meeting place was at a bar on the edge of central Tokyo, right at the junction of the city and the suburbs.

hum-

Accompanied by the low and surging sound of a car engine coming from afar, the Audi headlights, which were countless times brighter than the lights on both sides of the road, broke through the deep twilight and turned a corner and stopped on the roadside in front of the bar.

In the car, Serabelle held the steering wheel with one hand and tilted her head to look at the bar through the window.

To be honest, the location of this bar is not in the prime area of ​​Tokyo, it can even be said to be a bit remote, and it does not look like a high-end bar at all.

But in stark contrast to the poor area, the decoration of the main entrance of the bar alone is extremely luxurious. The security guards in suits at the door stand with their legs shoulder-width apart, their thick-knuckled hands clasped in front of them, and they are silent like two stone lions. There is no blasting music or exaggerated laser lighting effects from inside the door.

There are all pure black business cars parked on the roadside outside the bar. In the minds of the general public, these are cars that only people who often need to do business will drive.

Moreover, the price of each car is quite high, which is not something that ordinary people would buy for transportation.

In this way, the positioning of the bar is very clear. It is not a disco for young people to dance wildly and relieve stress, but a business bar.

What is a business bar? It is a place for drinking, socializing and discussing business. It needs a safe and quiet environment where people can relax.

The name of this bar is a strong proof that it does have this capability.

——BELL TREE.

Translated it means "Suzuki".

And if you stand at the door of the bar and look forward at a 45-degree angle, you will see a hillside spreading upwards across the street from the bar, and in the distance halfway up the mountain is the towering Suzuki family residence.

This is equivalent to saying that this bar is simply a tavern opened by the Suzuki Group right at their doorstep.

He actually invited me to a place like this...

Serabelle pulled the handbrake, turned off the engine, got out of the car, and walked straight into the bar door.

Although it was a private bar owned exclusively by the Suzuki family, he had no doubt that he would be stopped since it was his first time here and he did not have an invitation.

After all, it was Mrs. Suzuki who invited him here. If even such a small thing went wrong, there would be no way she could become the wife of a chaebol who controlled the operation of the entire Suzuki Group.

Sure enough, the two bodyguards at the door just watched Serabelle coming towards them and did not try to stop her. Instead, they put their legs together at a 45-degree angle and bowed in unison.

If someone didn’t know, they would probably think they were welcoming some important person.

As you enter the bar, you can hear melodious saxophone music.

Serabelle walked on the soft red carpet through the hall filled with the aroma of wine, ignoring the upper-class people who were drinking and chatting in the semi-open booths, and took the elevator with smooth marble floors and went straight to the agreed third floor.

Hey~

As the elevator stopped ascending, the crisp and pleasant door opening prompt sound echoed in the corridors on both sides that were filled with soundproof boxes.

When the elevator door slowly opened, soft warm light suddenly poured in from outside, and what caught Serabelle's eyes was a vertical yellow sign placed right in front of the elevator door.

'Due to circuit maintenance, the VIP area is temporarily closed today. We apologize for the inconvenience.'

Um? What's the meaning?

Serabelle was stunned for a moment. At the same time, a bodyguard who was also wearing a black suit and standing against the wall next to the elevator door bowed.

"Mrs. Suzuki is in the box on the right at the end."

"Oh……"

Serabelle raised an eyebrow in understanding.

So that's what happened. In order to prevent other VIPs from coming up, the entire third floor was booked out.

Well, this is someone else's place, so it's a bit strange to use the term "private placement".

But that's roughly what it means.

So Serabelle followed suit and walked through the corridor to the end. When she looked back, the bodyguard who had been guarding the elevator door had already left, and the elevator door closed, indicating that it was going down.

There is someone waiting at the elevator door specifically for the purpose of receiving the person, and he leaves immediately after the person arrives... This purpose is too clear.

While complaining in her heart, Serabelle pushed the door open and walked in.

The corridor is bright while the private room is dark, which is a common design in bars, discos and other nightclubs. In this way, people in the corridor outside cannot easily see what is happening inside the private room, but people in the private room can immediately detect whether there is someone outside.

This Suzuki bar is no exception.

Stepping from the bright corridor into the dim box, the drastic change in light brightness made Serabelle squint slightly.

But he still saw clearly that on the round sofa against the wall in the room, there was a mature and professional female figure sitting there with her legs crossed, looking down at the mobile phone in her hand, and the bright light from the screen dimly outlined her delicate facial features.

Of course it was Tomoko Suzuki.

"It's been a while, Mrs. Suzuki."

Although she used the word "Madam" politely, Serabelle's behavior could be said to be quite skillful.

He quickly walked over to Suzuki Tomoko and sat down next to her, then picked her up without her consent and made her sit on his lap.

Suzuki Tomoko also cooperated with the action, throwing her phone onto the sofa beside her, and her free hands naturally wrapped around the boy's neck.

When she raised her head, her indigo eyes were filled with a smile.

"Yeah, we haven't seen each other for a while. After all, we are both very busy."

Tomoko Suzuki glanced at the cell phone whose screen was still on on the sofa not far away.

"But there's nothing I can do about it. As a boss, I have to worry about the entire consortium. Vacations are almost non-existent. Even if I really want to take a vacation, I can only use the excuse of handling other work..."

It’s like the previous test flight of the Suzuki airship.

Serabelle asked, "So this time too?"

"That's about right..."

Suzuki Tomoko hummed lightly, freed one hand and took out an oval badge from the inside pocket of her jacket.

Serabelle then barely saw in the dim light of the room that the badge had a pattern that looked like a capsule toy.

No matter how I look at it, it feels like a linked toy that is given away as a gift when you order a meal at some children's restaurant.

"Is this the serious matter you were talking about, Mrs. Suzuki?"

"Hmm~"