Tokyo: The Beginning of the Gauze Female Devil

"Didn't I tell her not to cause trouble for Fujii-kun?"

"Beep beep."

After hanging up the phone, Matsumoto Yuriko cursed in her heart, feeling very disappointed with her.

"What's wrong, Yuriko?"

"Is there something wrong with the vegetables?" Mrs. Miyazaki next to her looked concerned.

The Miyazaki family and the Matsumoto family are not only neighbors, but they also maintained a cooperative relationship for quite a long time.

Her daughter Nanami Miyazaki and Arina Matsumoto are childhood friends and besties, and she and Yuriko Matsumoto are also very good friends.

"Well, nothing..."

"It's just a little problem."

Family disgrace should not be made public. Matsumoto Yuriko responded perfunctorily, then picked up her small leather bag and quickly left the chess and card hall.

"Miyazaki, I'm going to Bunkyo-ku. I'll be leaving first."

"Hey, Yuriko, I'll ask the driver to take you..." Mrs. Miyazaki called out softly as she looked at the graceful figure of Yuriko Matsumoto getting farther and farther away.

"No, I'll drive myself."

Since selling the real estate company and handing over the entertainment agency to a professional manager, Yuriko Matsumoto has basically had no business activities or social engagements, so she no longer hired a dedicated driver.

Most of her normal outings are picked up and dropped off by her maid, Xiao Lai, who drives the nanny car. Occasionally, when she is in a good mood, she will drive out by herself to go shopping and party with a few rich ladies.

"Dudu-"

She found her white Rolls-Royce in the parking garage downstairs from the chess and card hall. The seat belt passed across the round outline of her chest and was inserted into the buckle on the other side. While driving the car out of the garage, Yuriko Matsumoto called a lawyer for her daughter Arina Matsumoto.

……

Bunkyo Ward Metropolitan Police Department, detention room.

"Name?"

"Arina Matsumoto."

"gender?"

"Female."

"age?"

"..."

In the detention room, facing the police's questioning, Matsumoto Arina's heart was in a knot of nervousness.

But she was the eldest daughter of a wealthy family after all, and had seen many big occasions, so she quickly calmed down and answered fluently.

Moreover, she was vague about some details of the case and did not speak out before her mother Yuriko Matsumoto and her lawyer arrived.

In another detention room separated by only a wall, Fujii Itsuki had finished his statement early and was leisurely sipping a cup of hot tea.

Unlike his calm demeanor, the police officers in the monitoring room were troubled one by one.

"What the hell, how did a student like him beat two experienced professional bodyguards?"

"Not only did we win the fight, the hospital said that on average each person had 2.5 broken ribs!" a female police officer smacked her lips.

"Okay, you two, these are not the main points." A middle-aged man with the rank of police lieutenant interrupted them.

"The point is that these two bodyguards are employees of Miyazaki Security Company, and they are all foreigners."

"Foreigners? What a hassle..." the female police officer said with some concern.

"According to her confession, Ms. Matsumoto claimed that she just wanted her bodyguard to scare Mr. Fujii, but the dashcam recorded the entire incident, and it was indeed the two of them who blocked the road and committed the crime."

"Fortunately, Mr. Fujii did not suffer any substantial injuries, but the two foreign bodyguards..."

This case could be a big or small one. At the most, it was an attempted murder. At the most, it was just an ordinary street fight. In the squares on the streets of Shinjuku, drunkards could be seen picking fights with passersby late at night. The police were no longer surprised.

"These are not things we should worry about. Let's see what charges Mr. Fujii is going to bring against Miss Matsumoto." The inspector said with great experience.

Through the monitor room screen, Matsumoto Yuina sat alone in the detention room with her hands on her chest. Although her posture was still dignified and elegant like a rich girl, her pretty face with delicate makeup looked a little frustrated.

Fujii Itsuki, who was in another detention room, put down the paper cup and left safely.

He doesn't have to stay here to face prosecution.

because……

He is a victim!

……

In the spacious and bright police station hall, the police officer in charge of connecting with the criminal's family had a look of surprise on his face and almost swallowed his tongue.

"Ms. Matsumoto, are you saying that the boy inside is your lover?"

"Yeah, that's right..." Yuriko Matsumoto lifted her soft long hair beside her ear and nodded her head lightly in response.

"And Miss Matsumoto is your daughter?"

"Yes, that child is ignorant. I'm sorry to cause you trouble."

"So, the two of them are actually, um..." The police officer looked as if he had heard some extremely explosive news, and his face was filled with shock.

"Yes, Fujii-kun and I did plan to go to the district office to register our marriage."

Matsumoto Yuriko sighed deeply and explained helplessly: "But Yucai has always been against the marriage between Fujii-kun and me, and I did such a jerk act in the heat of the moment."

The reason why he was linked to a "lover" relationship with Fujii Itsuki was, firstly, because they were in the same boat, and secondly, it was to blur the criminal dispute into a civil dispute.

The two are not the same concept. Civil disputes are generally resolved by mediating conflicts.

What a big deal...

Just a simple family dispute.

As the child's stepfather, couldn't he just close the door and give her a lecture?

Of course, these words were only used to deal with the police. In front of Fujii Itsuki, she had another excuse.

"Da da da."

When I walked out of the detention room, the hall was warm, much more comfortable than the detention room without air conditioning.

Fujii Itsuki was walking slowly towards the gate when he suddenly saw a woman in a dark brown windbreaker, with a plump figure and a mature and beautiful face, coming towards him.

……

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Thanks to the great certification of [world or fans]! or2

Chapter 253 The hen that lays golden eggs (Thanks to [I really want to have a cat]!)

"Honey, are you okay?"

Gusts of fragrant wind blew over me, and when I came to my senses, a warm and soft beauty was already in my arms.

After not seeing each other for several months, I unexpectedly met the wealthy woman Yuriko Matsumoto again at the Bunkyo Ward Metropolitan Police Department.

and……

"Well--"

The soft feeling coming from his lips made Fujii Itsuki raise his eyebrows involuntarily.

"no?!"

"…This woman is taking advantage of me?!"

He subconsciously pushed Matsumoto Yuriko's beautiful body away and reached out to wipe his wet lips.

"Is the store manager itching for a slap again?"

"As expected of a mother and daughter, neither of them is content!"

"Fujii-kun, I'm so glad to see you're okay!"

Matsumoto Yuriko's mature and delicate face showed a gorgeous smile, and she held Fujii Itsuki's shoulders and showed a sincere and caring look.

"I'm sorry about the food. It's my fault as a mother for not teaching my daughter well..."

"If Fujii-kun is still angry, please vent your anger on me!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the atmosphere in the Metropolitan Police Department suddenly became strange.

Including the young policeman in charge of the connection, several older police officers couldn't help but cast glances of envy or surprise.

With their insight from more than ten years of experience as police officers, they could tell at a glance that Matsumoto Yuriko was a white-skinned, beautiful, and wealthy super-rich woman! Not to mention that when she first came in, she was holding a Rolls-Royce car key that she hadn't put away in time.

"Rolls-Royce!"

"A beautiful, rich lady!"

"Good boy, this may save you decades of detours!"

Different from several police officers who were daydreaming, Fujii Itsuki put his hands back into his coat pockets, looking at the pretty face as beautiful as a peach blossom, his expression still as calm as water.

Yuriko Matsumoto is not Chiba Rumi.

Taking out your anger on her might just turn her on even more.

"……What's the meaning?"

"Manager, could you please explain it more clearly?" Fujii Itsuki frowned and asked softly.

"Fujii-kun is still angry..."

Seeing his cold face and his complete disregard for her, Matsumoto Yuriko's pretty face showed a trace of grievance. She stretched out her slender hand again and took the initiative to hug Fujii Itsuki.

She opened her red lips and breathed warm air into Fujii Itsuki's ear.

"There are too many people here to talk. Let's go to my car and talk."

After that, she smiled and took Fujii Itsuki's arm, deliberately raising her voice and said, "Fujii-kun, I came here specially to pick you up."

"Let's go!"

"Hey, Ms. Matsumoto..." The police officer in charge of the connection opened his mouth as he watched the two of them walk hand in hand towards the Metropolitan Police Department's lobby.

"Have you forgotten that Ms. Matsumoto is still in the detention room awaiting prosecution?"

"I know you want to seek forgiveness from your lover..."

"But there's no need to rush home, right?"

Under the envious gazes of a group of male police officers, Fujii Itsuki pulled away the hand held by Matsumoto Yuriko without any reluctance and left the Bunkyo Ward Metropolitan Police Department with a calm expression.

"call--"

When I left the hall, the air felt fresh, but the temperature suddenly dropped by several degrees.

The cold winter wind blew away, and the square outside the police station was particularly deserted at night.

"Manager Matsumoto, what do you want to say?"

Fujii Itsuki stood there, exhaled a breath of white air into the air, then turned and looked in the direction of Matsumoto Yuriko.

Within the parking line of the square, among several Toyota and Honda police cars and private cars, a white Rolls-Royce exuded luxury and was particularly eye-catching.

"Da da da."

With her white and slender thighs spread out under the caramel-colored leather skirt and her brown loafers stepping on the floor, Yuriko Matsumoto opened the door of the Rolls-Royce in front of Fujii Itsuki and got in.

"Drip-"

She honked the horn and drove the Rolls-Royce steadily to a stop next to Fujii Itsuki.

Through the slowly lowering car window, Matsumoto Yuriko raised her snow-white chin and invited Fujii Itsuki: "Fujii-kun, it's cold outside, let's get in the car and talk."

“The car has air conditioning.”

"I'll take you for a ride."

"Go for a ride?!"

It seems that your daughter Matsumoto Arina is still in the detention room. How can you have the leisure to go for a drive?

"I really don't know whether to praise you for your generosity or ridicule you for being cold and heartless."