People are wreaking havoc in Tokyo, ladies, please stay put!

"No...I don't know. The head of the family was locked up by Iwasaki Hideo. I don't know where he is now." Baihuizi swallowed and looked at Fang Zuo's face with an indescribable complex emotion.

Fear, excitement, anticipation.

I don't know which one is more.

I just knew it made her extremely excited.

The voice trembled slightly.

Fang Zuo frowned, slightly expanded his spiritual consciousness, and shook his hand.

An old man with a pale face and sitting in a wheelchair appeared beside him.

"Master." Bai Huizi hurried forward: "Are you okay?"

"It's okay, that rebellious son? Where are they?" After being shocked, Iwasaki Jinto looked at the blood and flesh on the ground, guessing something in his heart, but he didn't dare to confirm it, so he could only ask Baihuizi.

"I'll give you some time to discuss this." Fang Zuo said impatiently, "I'll be waiting for you in the next room. If you don't give me a satisfactory answer, your family will cease to exist."

After saying that, Fang stepped left and left.

Fang Zuo sat on the sofa in the bedroom next door, regulating his breathing silently.

Since I started practicing, there has been almost nothing else.

Circulating the Qi in the body is as natural as breathing.

suddenly.

A beautiful woman in red strolled in.

He pretended to be proud and straightened his back, not even looking at Fang Zuo.

Her hair was tied up.

Her bare white feet, as if wearing high heels, had the forefoot pads on the carpet.

She walks gracefully.

Bai Huizi didn't know when she changed into a red dress.

Reapplied makeup.

Her thin eyebrows were thickened and lightly painted with eyeshadow.

The red dress was very short and she was only wearing a red lace thong.

It was squeezed between two plump and soft buttocks.

She walked past Fang Zuohou and slowly lay down on the edge of the bed next to the sofa.

As if no one is around.

With a flick of her hair, she pulled her red dress down to her chest, revealing her plump, white arms and shoulders.

Then raise your buttocks high.

Like two fruits waiting for guests to taste.

She turned her head and looked at Fang Zuo with her red lips slightly parted.

Throwing a provocative look.

Chapter 257 The Beautiful Woman's Surrender

Baihuizi made a great determination.

With the nature of gambling.

What else does she need in her position?

Power, money.

She has them all.

Except a man, a young man who could conquer her and hold her firmly.

She walked past the man with an expressionless face, putting on a haughty look and tiptoeing. Everything was planned.

She certainly knows her strengths.

Her feet were white and plump, so she didn't wear high heels. Stepping on the gray carpet, her feet looked even whiter and softer.

Her calves are a little fleshy, so she has to tiptoe when she walks to make the lines of her calves look better.

Her thighs and buttocks were not as firm as those of a young girl, but they were plump and soft, swaying in a way that could only be highlighted when she was not wearing pants and was wearing a thong.

Unlike young girls, this is an advantage that only women have.

Her arms, shoulders and neck were covered with sweat caused by nervousness, exuding the heat of a mature woman.

She took off her clothes slightly, revealing everything, and let the scent of mature women's hormones fill the bedroom.

The black straps of the bra were slightly cinched in at the back, complementing her skin.

There are two small pieces of black cotton material in the front, connected by a large piece of black transparent lace in the middle.

Mature, plump and smooth.

As for why she usually showed an arrogant look and didn't even look at the man, it was because she knew that every man liked to conquer an arrogant woman.

She didn't dare to look him in the eye. She was so scared that she knelt down if she made eye contact with the man.

Atmosphere is important.

She understands.

Baihuizi lay on the edge of the bed with her buttocks raised.

The waist is sunken.

The buttocks appear more round and soft.

She bit her lower lip, tilted her face, and gave the man an unspeakably moist look.

Just like thongs nowadays.

Everything depends on the man.

Bai Huizi believed that no man could refuse her.

Unless he's not a man.

really.

The man came over.

Grab her hair.

"Hmm~ah~~~" Baihuizi made the cry of a female cat in spring.

The stinging pain of my scalp being pulled and the unusual excitement in my heart were intertwined.

I can't tell whether I feel sad or comfortable.

"You wanted it the first time you saw me, didn't you? Are you such a slut?"

The man showed a disdainful expression on his face, and raised his hand that was holding his hair higher and higher.

Bai Huizi, who had always been respected, was pulled back with her head tilted back, looking up at the man who was high above her.

As a female member of the Spiritual Opposition Council, she is the highest being in Japan.

Even people of high status in the political and business circles have to maintain etiquette when meeting her.

These unprecedented insulting words and the pain in her scalp made Baihuizi even more excited.

Baihuizi was thrown and fell on the carpet.

Her hair was scattered on her white shoulders.

She bit her lower lip, gasped, and used all four limbs to crawl over again.

Can't wait.

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Tokyo Women's University.

In Kimitsu Li's office.

She wore a low-cut white sweater and a floral long skirt.

The soft white legs in flesh-colored stockings are slightly bent.

The patterned bra inside looked like it was hiding jelly as she moved.

Move slightly.

The skin becomes tighter.

The woman sitting on the sofa opposite, Shinmura Jing, had just been discharged from the hospital and looked very unhappy.

Kimitsu Li stood up and poured a cup of coffee for Shinmura Jing: "The coffee you like, no sugar, no milk, brewed with 85-degree water."

"Thank you, Hibiki Mitsuki. I see you still remember all this." Shinmura Jing was drinking coffee and had been silent for a long time since he entered the door. Now his pale face looked slightly better.

She was wearing a commuter turtleneck top and jeans, wrapping herself tightly.

She was wearing unusually bright cherry-colored lipstick. Although she had delicate makeup, bangs, and heavy blush on, there was always a hint of fear on her face that could not be concealed.

"Of course I remember. I've always remembered. I just don't know why the four of us became like this, even wanting each other to die. Why is that? Is jealousy more terrible than hatred?" Fei Guangli sighed, paused, and continued, "You've been in the hospital for so long this time, and I haven't visited you. It's not because I don't want to go."

"I'm worried that you might not want to see me, which would affect your treatment. I've asked your attending physician, and he says you've been mentally and psychologically overwhelmed. You shouldn't get too emotional."

"Don't worry. I've already arranged everything for you at school during your hospital stay. I've had other teachers cover the classes you missed. I've also deposited your salary and allowance into your account. There's no reduction; it's the same as before."

"As for this medical expense, the school's employee insurance will cover all the bills for you. You don't have to worry about it."

"Thank you, thank you for everything," Shinmura Jing said, holding her coffee with a grateful look on her face. "Thank you also for calling the police for me. I was almost tortured to death that day. If the police had come a little later, I'm afraid I would have died miserably."

"That... person..." Kimitsu Li hesitated for a moment before asking, "Shiratori Yuko, how is she...?"

"She possessed another woman, and her spirit was eventually exorcised by an onmyoji." Shinmura Akira clenched his coffee cup tightly in his hands, sighing with lingering fear as he recalled the incident. "She should no longer exist in this world, but I still don't understand why she hates us. She clearly has nothing to do with us, so why would she resent us so much?"

"Is it really the jealousy you mentioned? Can jealousy drive people this crazy? Shouldn't we be happy for each other because our sisters are doing well?"

"What about you? Do you think so?" Kimitsu Li looked straight at Shinmura Jing and said.

"I don't wish any harm on any of you," said Shinmura Akira, "but I also don't understand any of you."

"If everyone could be understood, there would be no more fighting in the world." Fei Guangli shook her head: "Fortunately, it's all over."

Shinmura Akira nodded

There was silence in the office.

"By the way... I saw something strange when I came here. If Shiratori Yuko's ghost hadn't returned, I wouldn't care, and I wouldn't believe it, but..." Niimura Akira hesitated for a moment, then continued, "After something like this happened, I think you'd better be careful."

Fei Guangli was stunned for a moment: "What's the matter?"

"When I arrived, I saw the back of a man wandering downstairs from your office. As he was walking, he suddenly hunched over and looked back at me..." Shinmura Jing's hands, holding the coffee cup, trembled slightly. "That look and the hunched posture are very similar...very similar to your late husband."

"You...you didn't see it wrong?" Fei Guangli's face turned pale.

"That look left a deep impression on me, remember? That time when he caught us together... he just stared at me like that, and it scared me." Shinmura Jing drank the hot coffee in big gulps, and then he felt a little better.

Fei Guangli's head buzzed, and it seemed that many things were connected. She hurriedly picked up her phone, opened the album, and found a photo.

Then he handed the phone to Shinmura Jing: "Is it him? Is it this man?"

Shinmura Jing put down the coffee cup, took the phone, and swiped through the large photo album with two fingers. He said in surprise, "Yes, it's him. He doesn't look hunched over. I didn't recognize him at all. Fei Guangli, do you know him?"

Fei Guangli did not answer, her small body trembling slightly.

His face was full of panic.

Is he back for revenge?

Did her deceased husband come back as a spirit like Yuko Shiratori?

This man.

This man is the Minister of National Education and Culture, Hiroshi Hosokawa.

Fei Guangli looked at the handsome middle-aged man in the photo.