Tokyo: The Beginning of the Gauze Female Devil

“…Stop it!” Grabbing Matsumoto Yuina’s fist that was about to fall, Fujii Itsuki said seriously: “I’ve already said that I just want to be a music producer behind the scenes.”

"It was you who insisted on making me the head of the agency department..."

"I asked you to be the department head, but I didn't ask you to go to the buffet!" Matsumoto Arina's clear voice was filled with resentment.

"Anyway, stop dreaming!"

"Except for the agent department, you can choose any other position..."

Hearing this, Fujii Itsuki curled the corners of his mouth in triumph.

The real purpose was revealed. He said to Matsumoto Arina directly: "Arina, I own 50% of the shares. What do you think I should do?"

"What...what do you mean?" Matsumoto Arina's pretty face froze for a moment.

The next second, she seemed to understand something, her eyebrows raised, and she couldn't help but shouted in a delicate voice: "Fujii Itsuki, you want to usurp the throne?!"

"It's just a normal request..." Fujii Itsuki's expression showed no joy or sadness, and his emotions could not be seen.

He was waiting for this opportunity, retreating to advance and playing hard to get!

Isn't Yuriko Matsumoto a perseverant thief who enjoys disgusting people?

Okay, then let her see how stealing works!

I am looking forward to the day when Yuriko Matsumoto will take charge of her own office and become the president!

"Don't worry..." Fujii Itsuki took the initiative to hug Matsumoto Arina in his arms.

"I'll be the vice president and you'll be the president. You'll still be the most respected person in the firm."

He whispered gentle words into Matsumoto Yuina's small ear.

"Is there anything better than being the vice president to help you relieve the pressure?"

In fact, most companies do not allow two people to each hold 50% of the shares.

In order to prevent potential equity risks, one of them must hold at least 51% of the shares to avoid delays in making decisions when there is a disagreement between the two.

50% may not seem much different from 49%, but what Fujii Itsuki wants is the right to speak!

Otherwise, what if he worked so hard for the firm and finally turned the tide to save the firm from dire straits, and it was thriving and just waiting to count his money, but suddenly Matsumoto Arina had a brain attack and brought the firm into trouble again?

Matsumoto Arina is indeed beautiful, outstanding, and has a great figure. She could be a big star, but Fujii Itsuki does not trust her ability to be the president from the bottom of his heart.

The boy's gentle voice came to her ears, a heat passed over her face, and Matsumoto Arina's pretty face couldn't help but blush.

"If you want to bargain, then bargain. Why are you trying to blow my ear to the wind?"

She was treated in the same way by Fujii Itsuki, but it was obvious that this was her first time getting married, so she was not as heartless as him.

"With 50% of the shares, he should be the vice president."

"but……"

Before her ears softened, Matsumoto Arina used her remaining rationality to confirm with Fujii Itsuki: "It seems that you are one year younger than me, right?"

"Vice President, can you really do this?"

"What man would say he is incompetent..." Fujii Itsuki smiled with his eyes narrowed.

"Besides, with you as the president who made 200 million as an example, no matter how much I lose, I can interpret it as paying tribute to the president!"

"boom--"

"Fujii Itsuki, you want to die!" Matsumoto Arina was embarrassed and annoyed, and punched Fujii Itsuki on the shoulder.

Don't be fooled by her appearance of being weak and unable to fight back in front of Fujii Itsuki. She is actually a black belt in karate. In terms of combat ability and endurance, she is about two-thirds of Chiba Shinoko.

"well, let's get back to business……"

Fujii Itsuki hugged Matsumoto Arina's soft body tightly. This time she seemed to have gotten used to it and didn't even struggle a few times.

"I will not interfere with the affairs of the agency in the short term. I will only provide you with musical support."

"When you have almost finished cleaning up and recruited new employees, I will go to work in the office."

Matsumoto Arina is no longer the rookie in the workplace she once was. She can tell that Fujii Itsuki is planning to be lazy and take advantage of the situation.

"We are both presidents, why do you stay out of things and let me do all the dirty work?" She asked loudly to Fujii Itsuki with a frown.

"Because your last name is Matsumoto, you want to save Matsumoto Office more than anyone else!" Fujii's face was calm and fearless.

"Besides, a company must have someone to play the good cop and the bad cop. You launched a major purge and fired many executives and old employees. Everyone respects you on the surface, but they are afraid of you in their hearts."

"At this time, I naturally need to step forward and calm people's hearts."

“…That sounds nice!” Matsumoto Arina rolled her eyes in response.

"I'm the bad guy, and you're the good guy!"

However, she did establish herself as a cold and serious person in the company, and it was her responsibility to fire people to establish her authority.

"There are vegetables..."

"I know being a vice president is tiring, but it's all for the firm, so you don't have to be grateful to me."

Fujii Itsuki stroked her soft shoulders and said with a smile.

"You are such a nice person, you dog cultivator..." Matsumoto Arina narrowed her eyes and said sarcastically.

"Oh--"

"I have to thank him!"

"You're welcome. It's just a piece of cake." Fujii Itsuki kept smiling and ruffled her long chestnut hair.

"Fujii Itsuki, I'm going to fight you!"

"Snapped--"

A certain bad young lady with long chestnut hair couldn't bear the humiliation and complained for a while in Fujii Itsuki's arms, but was easily suppressed by a slap in the face.

"……asshole!"

The blush on her pretty face climbed up to her ears. Matsumoto Arina glared at Fujii Itsuki viciously and picked up the mobile phone that Fujii Itsuki had placed on the bedside table.

"Untie!"

"Add a line so we can contact you later!"

Regardless of whether Fujii Itsuki agreed or not, she directly used Fujii Itsuki's thumb to unlock the screen and fiddled with the phone for a while.

"Here, for you..."

Matsumoto Arina handed Fujii Itsuki's phone back and picked up her own phone from the bedside table.

Taking the phone and looking at the new friend's note on the Line chat interface, Fujii Itsuki raised his brows.

"Beauty side dish?!"

"You really know how to flatter yourself..."

He looked at the pretty girl in front of him with some amusement.

"Thank you for the compliment!" The girl admitted it generously and held her cell phone screen upright in front of Fujii Itsuki.

"Hmm? Asshole Fujii?"

"Why is my note 'asshole' and yours 'beauty'?"

"Because I am a beauty, and you are a bastard!" Matsumoto Arina raised the corners of her mouth confidently and said as a matter of course.

"is it?"

Hearing these convincing words, Fujii Itsuki did not get angry, but just slowly moved his cheek closer to Matsumoto Arina's pretty face.

"Want me to be an asshole again for you to see?"

"You...what do you want to do?" Looking at the young man who was so close to her, Matsumoto Arina quickly stretched out her hands and protected herself behind her.

However, Fujii Itsuki had no intention of taking any action and just looked at her quietly.

"He's really a bastard!"

Matsumoto Arina spat softly, stepped barefoot onto the cold floor, and prepared to go to the cloakroom to change clothes.

"Where are you going?" Fujii Itsuki asked softly from behind.

"Go to the company..." Matsumoto Arina's eyes gradually focused and she uttered a cold voice.

"A great purge!"

After being fed a few bowls of chicken soup by Fujii Itsuki, she is now full of fighting spirit and does not want to tolerate those parasites who are just sitting there doing nothing for even a day!

With a stern young and beautiful face, Matsumoto Arina turned back into the aloof President Matsumoto.

"It's getting late, you can go back." She said in a haughty tone, as if she was giving a final notice, and she was reluctant to turn her head back.

"hiss--"

But before she took two steps, the almost tearing pain made Matsumoto Arina's eyelids jump, and she couldn't help but gasp.

"……it hurts!"

"If you can't do it, don't force it." Fujii Itsuki supported her from behind.

"Your health is important. We are counting on you to become an artist and a big star."

Fujii Itsuki carried Matsumoto Arina around the waist and put her on the bed, then helped her close the quilt tightly.

then……

He put on his coat and turned away.

"Fujii, where are you going?" Seeing this, it was Matsumoto Arina's turn to ask.

"Go home, didn't you chase me away?" Fujii Itsuki put his hands in his pockets and turned to look at her.

"...really leaving?"

"It can't be fake."

After saying that, Fujii Itsuki opened the door and walked out with big strides.

"Click--" Hearing the sound of the door closing, Matsumoto Arina's face twitched and she felt the pain intensified a little bit.

"Damn scumbag!"

"Is your heart made of iron?"

"As expected, they are a perfect match with Shimizu Rin. They are just as annoying and cold!"

"Goo-"

After lying in bed for more than ten minutes and complaining to someone more than a hundred times in her heart, the hunger in her stomach prompted Matsumoto Arina to get up and find something to eat.

From last night till now, she has only eaten two chocolates to fill her stomach.

Matsumoto Arina went into the cloakroom to change into loose pajamas and just came out when she heard a knock on the door.

"Tuk-tuk-tuk."

"What? You're willing to come back?" She put her hand on her waist and looked towards the door.

"I'm sorry, miss..." The door opened, revealing a familiar young woman's face full of apologetic expression.

"Xiao Lai, why are you here?" Matsumoto Arina was slightly stunned.

"Hey, didn't Mr. Fujii say that the young lady was not feeling well and asked me to come back to take care of her?" Xiao Lai asked back with some confusion.

"Ok?"

After hearing what Xiao Lai said, Matsumoto Arina's frown slowly relaxed.

"This bastard still has some humanity..."

"At least, you should care about me in your heart, right?"

"Miss, are you okay?"

"The room is such a mess..."

Walking into the bedroom, Xiao Lai, out of babysitter instinct, picked up the pillow that had fallen on the ground and folded the bedding for Matsumoto Arina.

"Hey, Miss..." Xiao Lai shouted in surprise as his eyes swept across the eye-catching red spots on the bed sheet.

"Your period has come early. No wonder Mr. Fujii asked me to come back to take care of you."