I am in Mihua, and the ladies all like me

After all, when I was at home, I usually got up around seven in the morning even on holidays, so I didn’t have to wait for the alarm clock to ring.

But the problem is... She didn't fall asleep until almost dawn last night, and her mind kept echoing the words Suzuki Tomoko said on the bed in Serabelle's room that afternoon, until she finally couldn't resist the sleepiness that was rushing over her.

The feeling is hard to describe, a bit like the collapse of faith, but not entirely.

To be precise, until yesterday, Ooka Momiji considered herself a pure-blooded Kansai person, both physically and mentally. Like many Kyoto yellownecks, she believed that only Kyoto was the true hometown of the Japanese. In comparison, no matter how well Tokyo has developed in recent years, it is ultimately just a gathering place for nouveau riche.

Therefore, they have always held a hostile and semi-contemptuous attitude towards the Suzuki Group, which is now ranked first among Japanese conglomerates, and firmly believe that the Ooka family will one day make a comeback and completely defeat the Suzuki family.

The result... nothing happened.

Especially when Suzuki Tomoko said that this was also her grandfather's plan, Ooka Momiji felt a little dazed at that moment. She couldn't believe that her grandfather, who had always said since she was a child that one day he would defeat the current ruling party and make a comeback, and bring the Ooka family back to its peak, would actually choose to cooperate with the Suzuki Group.

And the way of cooperation is still...

What have I been insisting on all these years?

……

At the same time, downstairs in Serabelle's room.

"Jinghua...Jinghua, it's almost time to get up."

"Um--"

A seductive and slightly confused murmur broke the silence in the room. The Osaka wife who had just opened her eyes on the bed stretched out her snow-white arms from the quilt before she could focus her eyes. She yawned with her hands covering her mouth, then she skillfully hugged the boy who was gently pushing her to wake her up.

"Good morning Bell, what time is it now?"

"It's eight o'clock."

Serabelle responded by putting her arm around the wife's waist and holding her up from the bed.

"It's not that late, but considering that we have to be at the hospital before ten o'clock, it's almost time to get up now."

"It's already eight o'clock..."

As if her brain had just been turned on and she had not yet recovered from last night's joy, Hattori Shizuka, who had just woken up, kissed and hugged Serabell, and did not stop until she had satisfied her desire. There was a faint layer of water in her aqua green eyes.

"I got up really late. Normally, I have to get up an hour and a half earlier. But this can only be blamed on Bell being too good last night, right?"

When they said this, the two of them were still sitting on the bed hugging each other. The quilt that was pushed aside fell around their waists, barely covering the part below their waists.

Hattori Shizuka tilted her head slightly, her long black hair cascading down behind her, covering her smooth back. The breath from her red lips gently caressed the boy's cheek.

There is no doubt that the two of them fought until late at night last night.

But the amazing thing is that it was different from the various post-war traces left at the scene after the happy three-row show with Suzuki Tomoko and Ooka Momiji in the afternoon.

After a night, apart from a faint smell in the air, there were only a few more used, crumpled napkins in the trash can in Serabelle's room.

In other words,

"Oh, I almost forgot to say that."

Hattori Shizuka suddenly smiled, hugged Serabelle a little tighter, moved closer to her ear and spoke.

"Yesterday was Jinghua's dangerous day~"

? !

As soon as these words came out, even with Serabel's strong psychological strength, she couldn't help but shudder.

First it was the dangerous day, and then last night's battle, emmmm...

"Hehe, but don't worry too much."

Hattori Shizuka covered her mouth with her hand, squinted her eyes and smiled reservedly.

"If I'm really pregnant, it will take several months until I can see the signs. In the middle period, I can barely hide my body with a kimono. I can go back to Osaka occasionally and show up at Hira-chan's place. When I'm really about to give birth, I can use the excuse of going to Hokkaido for a while and go back after giving birth in Tokyo."

What a thorough plan, so this has been planned long time ago, right?

Serabelle couldn't stop complaining in her heart.

"Okay, get up, brush your teeth and wash your face. It's getting late."

Hattori Shizuka came closer again and pecked the boy lightly on the lips, then she turned over and got out of bed, walking barefoot on the floor towards the bathroom, leaving a stunning view for Serabel who was still sitting on the bed behind her.

Twenty minutes later, Serabelle and Shizuka Hattori, who had finished washing up and were about to go downstairs for breakfast, appeared at the door of the room.

"Jinghua, please put your luggage in my room first. As for opening a new room... let's talk about it after you get back from the medical examination at the hospital."

"Hmm~"

Although she anticipated that by the time they returned from the hospital, the vacant rooms in the hotel that had been checked out in the morning might have been booked, Hattori Shizuka still readily accepted the proposal.

At worst, I can just stay here in Bell for another night~

As the Osaka wife was thinking this, the voices of two girls came from behind her.

"Brother, you're up at the right time. We should... Eh? Isn't this Aunt Hattori?"

"Aunt Hattori, what a coincidence, you are also staying at this hotel?"

Not only Masumi Sera who had never been to the press conference, but even Ran, who knew in advance that Shizuka Hattori would return to participate in the test ride, seemed quite surprised.

This is too much of a coincidence. Yesterday it was Miss Momiji and today it is Aunt Hattori. It turns out that everyone has such good taste. Did they book the same hotel?

"Long time no see, hello, Ran, Masumi."

Hattori Shizuka turned her head and smiled following the sound.

"Well, that's about right. I also live on... um~ this floor."

Chapter 824: Being Recognized

After washing up and having a simple breakfast, everyone set out from the hotel.

After all, it is the closest hotel to the airport in Nagoya, so it didn’t take much time to get there.

However, even so, when Serabelle and others arrived at Nagoya Airport, they could see that many people had already arrived and gathered in the airport hall.

They all appeared at the press conference at that time.

"Good morning~ Tomoko."

"Good morning, Yingzi, you guys came so early."

"Well~ After all, we agreed to have an event today, so I flew here from Tokyo early in the morning, and came out straight away when the plane landed half an hour ago. How about you guys, Tomoko?"

"Well, we arrived in Nagoya yesterday at noon, and we found a hotel near the airport and stayed there."

"That's it..."

Almost all those present were partners, so greetings were inevitable when they met.

But Serabelle on the side was not very interested in these.

He looked around and soon found a familiar figure among the crowd.

It was a certain new automotive industry giant who had fled the scene in terror upon hearing about Shiro Suzuki's disappearance at a press conference in Shibahama, Tokyo.

However, in stark contrast to the elegant and well-spoken appearance seen at the press conference, today this burly American man, who was at least 1.9 meters tall, looked a little timid.

He was accompanied by two private bodyguards who looked very formal in black suits and sunglasses. They had radio microphones stuffed in their ears.

Sera Masumi also noticed this and couldn't help but whisper in the boy's ear.

"He even brought bodyguards with him. It seems like he was really scared by what happened last time."

"I guess so……"

Serabelle rolled her eyes and shrugged.

To be honest, in his opinion, there was no need for this John Floyd to be so nervous. After all, as can be seen from the last incident with Shiro Suzuki, the criminal did not have the ability to kidnap people in an unexpected way. He just had to do it when the lights were turned off or everyone's attention was diverted.

Their schedule today, apart from picking up a former FBI chief, was to have a physical examination at a hospital near the airport.

There was no lights-out session, and everyone acted together, so the criminals had no room to attack.

What's more, the kidnapping of Shiro Suzuki last time revealed hints of slacking off everywhere, whether it was the sudden disappearance of the dining cart or the eel sauce smeared on the cabinet door, as if they could lead them to find the kidnapped President Suzuki.

Even after finding the person, they sent him to the hospital for examination and the results confirmed that there were no obvious injuries on his body, which means that the other party had no intention of killing.

Rather than being a copycat of the crime committed fifteen years ago, it feels more like a prank.

Well, but their life is their own, and there is nothing you can say if they cherish their life.

Everyone in the hall was still chatting in groups of three or five. At the same time, three people walked over from a distance.

Two of them were the commentator Shirahato Maiko who had appeared at the previous press conference, and Ishioka Airi, who was still dressed as the train attendant idol Lu.

And the other person is a man, who is tall and fat and wears a pair of glasses. His hairstyle and round face make him look like a short and fat man.

"Hello, hello~ I see everyone is here."

Just like the quirky feeling she gave people at the press conference, Ishioka Aili walked closer, waved her hands and jumped in front of everyone, attracting everyone's attention, then cleared her throat and spoke in a serious tone.

"Well, first of all, I would like to thank all the sponsors for coming to Nagoya International Airport as promised. In addition to Ms. Maiko and I, Mr. Inoue Osamu, the chief developer of our railway group, also came to pick you up at the airport!"

"Hello everyone."

While they were talking, a fat engineer who looked short and tall came up to the crowd along with Shirahato Maiko, bowed in a formal manner, and had a somewhat restrained smile on his fat, honest face.

"Um... Miss Ishioka Aili has already introduced the name, so I won't go into details here. President Alan's plane is about to land. If there are no other questions, we will go directly to the designated venue to pick him up, haha~"

The first two sentences were quite normal, but for some reason his confidence suddenly weakened in the last two sentences, and his otaku nature was instantly exposed.

Fortunately, Ishigan Ai Li jumped out in time and made a standard idol-style scissors hand gesture to save the situation.

"Okay, then everyone please follow me - the train crew's chief beauty, Airi~!"

The crowd began to move little by little, and Sera Masumi looked around curiously.

"Huh? Are we the only ones here? I remember seeing on the news that there would be an online lottery, so I thought there would be a lot of people."

"Many of the people you mentioned are where we are going next~"

Sonoko explained, waving her hand.

"We are the sponsor team. If we are ordinary passengers, they are probably waiting for the meeting place we will meet later."

"Oh……"

Upon hearing this, Masumi Sera nodded in understanding.

Sonoko grinned and reached out to pat his two friends on the shoulders.

"Well, I'll go to my mom's place first, because there will be reporters taking pictures later."

"Oh oh..."

At the same time, in the position second only to the head of the sponsor team, Iori Muga, who was a butler and part-time bodyguard, followed closely behind Ooka Momiji, constantly calling out in a low voice.

"Miss, Miss... please cheer up..."

Well……

Hearing the butler's voice coming from behind, Ooka Hongye, who had been keeping her head down and silent since arriving at the airport, finally came to her senses, raised her head slightly and straightened her chest a little.

Iori Muga then lowered his voice and asked, "Miss, do you want to call Mr. Sera over to walk together? After all, there will be reporters taking pictures on both sides later."

"…It's okay, no need."

Glancing at Suzuki Tomoko who was walking in front of her with a subtle glance, Ooka Momiji sighed softly and shook her head slightly.

A few minutes later, the sponsor team passed through the airport hall and arrived at a large passage entrance.

Looking around, the two sides of the aisle have been surrounded by red ribbons half a person's height, with the left and right sides each occupying one-third of the width of the aisle, and the aisle is filled with ordinary passengers who have been drawn to take a test ride on the train.

As the sponsor team walked past, applause rang out all the way.

At the other end of the passage, a group of people representing the official WSG also came up, and the two sides gathered together as if they were meeting a powerful force.

Serabelle tilted her head slightly to take a look, and saw that the leader of the WSG side was none other than former FBI Director President Alan, who had greeted her via short video at the press conference.

He really just took a quick glance, and the whole action took less than half a second.

But things are often so coincidental. As the eyes of both parties met in the air for a moment, the former FBI chief, who had been smiling and half-extending his hand at a 30-degree angle to greet him in the previous second, paused and frowned slightly, imperceptibly.

Chapter 825 Are you hinting that I should get rid of him?

"Everyone, let us welcome President Alan and the WSG official staff with the warmest applause~!"