Tokyo: The Beginning of the Gauze Female Devil

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"have to……"

“It’s started again.”

Facing this national girl idol who was getting closer and closer, Fujii Itsuki did not hide her disgust at all and just acted as if she was looking at air.

When there is nothing to do, it’s “Fujii Itsuki”; when there is something to do, it’s “Gou Xiujin”!

As long as he starts with this sentence, there is a 100% chance that he has something to ask of him.

"Sorry, I refuse."

With his arms folded and his legs crossed, this time Fujii Itsuki did not give Matsumoto Arina the chance to sit in his arms.

Matsumoto Arina's expression froze, she put away her smile, and said unhappily: "...I haven't told you what it is yet!"

"I refuse everything." Fujii Itsuki said calmly, blocking the girl from saying anything else.

"You..." Matsumoto Arina frowned her long and beautiful eyebrows and was speechless for a moment. She had to use her tried and tested method.

Matsumoto Arina walked over with her long legs spread out from under her purple dress, without any airs of a company president or idol image, and hugged Fujii Itsuki's neck from behind the chair. Her fans and employees would probably be shocked if they saw this.

"Please~"

"We are a group, how can we separate?"

The chestnut hair touched the side of her face, the rippling sound passed through her ears, and the faint body fragrance of the girl mixed with high-end perfume kept drilling into Fujii Itsuki's nose.

"Besides, is there any national stage that can better increase popularity and fame than the Red and White Song Contest?"

"After all this time, it turns out you're asking for this..."

Fujii Itsuki sat upright, listening quietly to the nice words that Matsumoto Arina said.

"Please, Gou Xiujinsa, come with Xiaocai..."

"Okay, I agree." He interrupted the girl and changed his words to agree.

“Huh?!”

Matsumoto Arina's pretty face was slightly stunned.

"No, you agreed so quickly?"

“I’m just getting into the mood…”

"Are you really going?" she asked suspiciously.

"Of course I will go." Fujii Itsuki nodded sincerely to Matsumoto Arina.

Just as she was smiling happily, Fujii Itsuki continued, "But I am going there as a representative of the agency, as the president of Matsumoto Entertainment Agency."

"I will be sitting in the back row to watch the show. You must not embarrass the firm in the front row."

"As the president?"

Matsumoto Arina's beautiful eyes narrowed, and she vaguely sensed something.

"Are you alone?" She looked straight into Fujii Itsuki's eyes, trying to tell if he was lying.

"Of course I'm not the only one..." Their eyes met, and Fujii Itsuki did not avoid her gaze and replied truthfully.

"Understood."

The vein on Matsumoto Arina's forehead jumped.

Her identity is revealed, and this time she becomes the clown on TV who sings to entertain Fujii Itsuki and Shimizu Rin!

"I'm sitting in the front row, and I might even be asked by the host to sing a short song in front of the whole nation."

"You two were flirting in the back row, in front of me, right?"

Before this, Matsumoto Aruna was full of immorality and secretly had an affair with Fujii Itsuki while Shimizu Rin was working hard.

Now, the boomerang hit her head accurately!

"asshole!"

Miss Matsumoto was so confused that she couldn't help but curse in her heart.

"Humph--"

Her attitude was like the weather in Tokyo, changing at any time. She snorted at Fujii Itsuki with jealousy.

"Go on your New Year!"

After saying these angry words, Matsumoto Arina slammed the door and left the office.

……

Back in her office on the twelfth floor, Miss Matsumoto became more and more angry the more she thought about it.

It's fine that she has to work overtime at the Red and White Songs Contest on New Year's Eve, but the few seats in the audience were earned by her and Fujii Itsuki through hard work. Why should you, Shimizu Rin, just sit back and reap the benefits!

"Does your false self-righteousness make you more physically fit than me?"

"Last time, Fujii said he liked me more!"

Biting her lower lip with her pearly teeth, Matsumoto Arina clenched her fists, feeling empty inside, as if the treasure she had treasured for many years was stolen by Shimizu Rin.

"Bitch!"

The nose of this proud young lady from a wealthy family felt sore and her eyes gradually turned red.

Since she didn't have a good New Year, then Shimizu Rin shouldn't have an easy time either!

Taking out her cell phone from her pocket, Arina Matsumoto opened the album and found the photos she had carefully taken.

"Oh--"

"You're not the only one who takes disgusting photos!"

With the idea of "giving someone a taste of their own medicine", Matsumoto Arina snorted coldly and sent a message to Asada Futaba first.

……

Matsumoto Entertainment Building, 11th floor.

Arriving at the office twenty minutes early in the morning, Asada Futaba rubbed her cold hands, took out a small mirror to touch up her makeup, and then sorted out the documents, preparing to send them to Fujii Itsuki later.

This is basically what she does every weekday morning.

After drawing her eyebrows that were slightly covered by her bangs in the mirror, Futaba Asada carefully applied lipstick to her pink lips. The climate is dry in winter, so it is important to keep your lips moisturized.

"Ding-dong-"

The cell phone on the table suddenly rang.

Asada Futaba freed her hand and clicked into the Line interface. She applied lipstick while looking away with her eyes slanted.

【Photo.jpg】

1 minute ago from Matsumoto Arina.

"..." Looking at the clear picture in the photo, Asada Futaba's slender hands trembled, and the lipstick left an obvious mark on the side of her face.

"What does it mean to have vegetable sauce?"

"A new play between the two of them?"

"Or is it that the original wife is demonstrating to me, the mistress?"

In an instant, countless guesses emerged in Asada Futaba's mind.

Fortunately, Matsumoto Arina told her the correct answer in just a few seconds.

[Futaba, please forward this photo to Shimizu Rin! ]

【Remember to let her see it! 】

"So it was sent to Shimizu-san..."

Asada Futaba breathed a sigh of relief, but was inexplicably affected by the aoe, and she felt a little sour in her heart.

"It's New Year's Day, why are the two of them arguing again?"

It's not easy to be a mouthpiece. She might be scolded by both Matsumoto Arina and Shimizu Rin.

A trace of helplessness appeared on Asada Futaba's pretty face under her short hair. At this time, the message in Line popped up again.

Matsumoto Arina: [Forget it…]

Matsumoto Arina: [Give me her line ID and I will send it to her myself! ]

……

Arakawa Ward, Minamisenju.

It was a little chilly in the morning, around eight o'clock.

Sitting on the sofa in the living room wearing thick warm winter clothes, Qingshui Lin held a cup of hot milk, watching the morning news while enjoying nuts comfortably.

This year's New Year's statutory holidays are from December 12st to January 31rd, but her immediate superior, Ms. Chiyoko, returned to her hometown early. As Ms. Chiyoko's assistant, Rin Shimizu is much luckier than other colleagues and can have a day off early.

"call--"

After blowing away the hot steam above the cup, Qingshui Rin took a small sip of the milk.

This year's work has been successfully completed. Next year, she will be able to work as an assistant and sit next to clients to learn from them when they come to Teacher Chiyoko to consult about investment issues.

In short, things are slowly getting better.

After stuffing a hazelnut kernel into his mouth to replenish high-quality fat, Qingshui Lin leaned back against the sofa cushion and fixed his eyes on the TV screen.

At this moment, if Fujii Itsuki also sat next to her, it would be perfect. His chest was warm, and leaning on his arms was much more comfortable than leaning on the sofa.

"Sister Saki, what are we having for lunch today?"

“Can you make beef curry?”

"Da da da."

Along with the light footsteps, the crisp voice of a female ghost came from the stairs.

Qing Shuilin's mood, which had just brightened up, quickly calmed down as the voice appeared.

"Stop yelling. I got up long ago and went back to Kitasenju."

"what?"

"Why are you going back to Kitasenju?" Rubbing her sleepy eyes, Shimizu Ai subconsciously asked her sister.

"We should talk to her mother and go to NHK TV to watch the Red and White Songs Contest tomorrow night." Shimizu Rin looked cold and turned to look at her sister who was walking down from the second floor.

"...Are you going tomorrow night?"

"Of course!" Shimizu Ai answered in a sweet voice without any hesitation.

"The Red and White Song Contest, it's great to see so many big stars live!"

"If you go, I won't go." Qing Shui Lin took a sip of hot milk and said calmly.

"Ah?!" Shimizu Ai's pretty and cute face was stunned.

"Why, it's not like Ai dislikes Ona-chan?"

"..." With a pair of willow-shaped eyebrows furrowed, Qingshui Rin gave his sister Qingshui Ai a cold look.

"Is there a possibility that I dislike you?"

"Tsk——" Shimizu Ai made a "tsk" sound and rolled her eyes.

"When you wet the bed and helped me change the sheets when I was little, I never saw Ona-chan being so disgusted!"

"You little brat!"

Hearing these words, Shimizu Rin's delicate and cold face twitched. She couldn't bear it any longer and pulled Shimizu Ai over.