Tokyo Love Story

At the end of the interview, the editor-in-chief of "Urban Fashion" chose to come clean and asked a question that made Kitagawa Che feel helpless, but upon closer thought, he felt it was a very reasonable question.

——Are you dating someone now? If not, will your fans have a chance?

His answer was brief and to the point.

Personal privacy, no comment.

Chikako Takizawa on the other end of the Internet did not seem disappointed with his answer. After sending an emoji, she made a few polite remarks and took the initiative to end the interview which had exceeded the time limit.

call.

With a long sigh of relief, Kitagawa Che pressed the power button on the computer and closed the laptop.

He knew very well that since he had decided to take this path, such interviews were a compulsory course. Even if he did not experience it now, he would experience it in the future.

Is it just...

Psychological preparation is just psychological preparation after all. When you actually encounter it, you will still feel physically and mentally exhausted.

To make an inappropriate comparison, from his point of view, the headache this interview gave him was no less than the headache he had to spend most of the day trying to please clients at work before he traveled through time.

But it's finally over.

Squinting his eyes, he leaned back slightly and leaned against the back of his chair.

Now is a rare moment of respite.

thump, thump, thump

But unfortunately, sometimes the timing is just so clever.

Less than two seconds later, there was a knock on the door.

This time, Beichuan Che was too lazy to open his eyes. He rubbed his temples and casually said "Come in".

Dealing with people, especially when it involves vested interests, is much more tiring than simply copying texts.

Click.

Along with the sound of the door being gently pushed open, a figure with short hair tiptoed into the bedroom and then closed the door behind her.

"Master, I brought you some fruit."

While speaking in a low voice, Ejima Tadashi walked towards Kitagawa Che holding a plate of fruit that looked very good.

The slippers stepped gently on the wooden floor, making a slight friction sound.

"Thank you."

Beichuan Che was too lazy to correct the girl's honorifics.

He had reminded the other party many times about this matter, but it was obvious that his maid was much more patient and resilient than him in this matter.

"Master seems...very tired?"

After placing the tray on Kitagawa Che's desk, Ejima Miu took a step back, lowered her eyebrows, and her concerned gaze fell on the former's face.

Thanks to the bright lights in the room, she could clearly see the fatigue on his face.

"A little bit."

Kitagawa Che opened his eyes and met Ejima Tadashi's gaze.

Based on his understanding of Ejima Tadashi, no matter what he said at this time, it would be difficult to avoid the issue.

Instead of telling lies even though you already know the answer, it is better to just tell the truth.

"Well, could you please stand up for a moment, Master?"

Ejima Myo tilted her head, and her slightly cold voice became a little more gentle.

"Ok?"

Although he was somewhat puzzled as to why the girl said that, out of trust in her, Kitagawa Che still stood up.

"plz follow me."

Ejima Miu took Kitagawa Che's hand and pulled him to sit on the edge of the bed.

"This is?"

Beichuan Che was stunned for a second, then looked at her beside him with some confusion.

For a moment he didn't quite understand what the girl was going to do.

“A way to relieve fatigue.”

Ejima Mio smiled slightly, sat a little closer, then patted her fair and tender thighs gently as if coaxing a child, motioning Kitagawa Che to lie down like that.

"seriously?"

Although he knew that his question was a little unromantic, Beichuan Che still asked it.

"Young Master sometimes just likes to ask some nonsense questions."

Ejima Miu sighed, raised her hand, placed it on Kitagawa Che's shoulder, and applied a little force.

The next second, the perspective shook.

By the time Beichuan Che came to his senses, he had already fallen on her thighs, feeling the soft and smooth touch.

"My suggestion is that Master should stop saying such unromantic things in the future." Ejima Myo lowered her head, her frowning eyebrows slightly relaxed, and a little helplessness appeared on her face. "After all, Myo is the only one who won't be sad because of this."

Having said this, the attendant poked his face lightly with her index finger, slightly expressing her dissatisfaction.

"I……"

Beichuan Che hesitated for a moment, but ultimately did not make any excuses.

His experience told him that the more he talked at this time, the more mistakes he would make. So instead of talking more and making more mistakes, it would be better to accept the arrangement honestly.

"now it's right."

Seeing her young master like this, Ejima Myo nodded in satisfaction, stopped teasing him, and started to give him a facial massage seriously.

"wonderful……"

Subconsciously, Beichuan Che called her.

"Ok?"

Ejima Tadashi lowered her head slightly and met his gaze.

As she moved, that delicate face and those beautiful and full curves were reflected in Beichuan Che's eyes.

Although he was quite familiar with such scenery, Beichuan Che still instinctively looked away.

It's not appropriate at this time.

"Oh~"

With a sigh of sudden enlightenment, Ejima Mio revealed her sinister side and winked meaningfully at Kitagawa Che.

At such a close distance, how could she not know where her young master's attention was focused just now.

But she didn't hate the look her young master had just given her.

On the contrary, she was quite happy.

Beichuan Che's expression became a little unnatural, but he still chose to calm down and remain silent.

Only at times like this will loose home clothes quietly reveal their informal side.

"Master, are you planning to do something bad?"

Ejima Miao leaned forward slightly, her tone a little more provocative.

Although each time ended with her defeat, no one stipulated that we couldn't take the initiative at the beginning, right?

"Or should I take the initiative?"

call.

Not sure whether it was intentional or not, but she playfully blew into his ear with a smile on her face.

The hot and humid breath hit Beichuan Che's ears, and the atmosphere in the bedroom instantly became charming.

"Right now, Ms. Rinone and the others are watching TV."

She bit her red lips lightly and mentioned it casually, with a hint of alluring charm in her eyes.

"So, as long as the young master wants, it's fine."

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I hope this chapter won't be a black room.

Chapter 410 Master and Disciple

Nine o'clock in the evening, in Bunkyo Ward, in Violet's luxury apartment.

Sitting at the dining table at home, Nobuhiko Okayama rubbed the bridge of his nose, and inexplicably felt his vision a little blurry.

From the time they started drinking till now, he and his teacher have already drunk two full bottles of sake.

Yes, this amount of wine was nothing to him when he was young, but he is older now, and he hasn't drunk much in nearly half a year, so the effect of these two bottles of wine is unexpectedly good.

Ok……

Nobuhiko Okayama shook his head, exhaled the alcohol, then patted his face gently. The pain temporarily drove away the drunkenness that was gradually blurring his thoughts.

"What, this won't work?"

Kawai Changgo picked up the cup and looked at his students with a smile on his face.

But anyone could hear the teasing tone in his voice.

The current Nobuhiko is much worse than before.

"Oh, this is just the beginning!"

Okayama Nobuhiko frowned and defended himself.

Men can't say no!

This is especially true at times like this.

"Shall we have another drink?"

Kawai Changgo pretended to raise his eyebrows, as if to say 'I've been waiting for you'.

As Okayama Nobuhiko's teacher and the one who taught him how to drink, he knew his student's current condition too well. It is no exaggeration to say that with Nobuhiko's current condition, let alone a bottle, if he drinks two more glasses, he might have to go under the table to find this guy.

"Take a break and talk later!"

Okayama Nobuhiko rolled his eyes and wasn't fooled at all.

He's not stupid.

As the person who knows his alcohol tolerance best, he knows very well that if he continues to drink in the same way as his teacher, something unexpected will happen, if nothing unexpected happens.

——When he regains consciousness tomorrow, it should be noon.

"Tsk, boring."

Kawai Changgo smacked his lips, but did not force his student and just took a sip.

Joking aside, if Okayama Nobuhiko really gets drunk, he won't be able to do what comes next.

Okayama Nobuhiko didn't say anything, but just picked up the chopsticks silently and picked up a piece of food to go with the wine.

At this time, keeping silent is the best way to deal with it.

However, to be honest, he and his teacher had not drunk like this for quite some time.

"Phew, feel good."

Putting down his wine glass, Kawai Changgo, with a flushed face, looked at his students.

The face that was already approaching middle age was reflected in those bright and clear eyes.

Once upon a time, I was also drunk like this, but he was sitting opposite me without any sign of drunkenness.

It's been a long time.