man in tokyo, professional boyfriend

Chapter 251 [250] Obsessive-compulsive disorder
"Two minutes late."

In front of the gate of PARCO Department Store, Yuki Terashima stood on the steps, condescendingly looking down at the silver watch on his slender wrist, no emotion could be heard in his voice.

"Sorry for this customer, you can request a partial refund from the platform, and I will do it as soon as possible," Shiina Iori replied formulaically with a business-like smile.

"Add an hour."

"Sorry, according to domi rules"

Shiina Iori reacted quickly, calmly repeating the three rules of Boyfriend Handbook No. 20.

He is a man who knows how to use the rules to fight the rules.

However, before he finished speaking, Yuki Terashima suddenly stretched out a hand, grabbed his wrist, and held it tightly.

The figure was within one meter in an instant.

At this moment, Shiina Iori suddenly realized that Yuki Terashima was tall, and when he raised his head slightly, his forehead was almost at the same level as his lips.

The flawless and equally expressionless cheeks were pressed very close.

"Then change it."

"."

Shiina Iori was at a loss for words.

Whether it's her actions or her style of doing things, this woman is so tough that it makes people feel a subtle sense of frustration.

The sneakers under Terajima Yuki's feet were slightly tiptoed, leaning against his cheek, warm breath, and a slight moist feeling from the skin, which was itchy to the touch, and the high ponytail behind her head shook slightly.

"From now on, my words are the rules of the company."

"Understood?"

"Yes."

Shiina Iori agreed softly, and she was a little helpless.

The girlfriend who rented me is my boss.

This is fucking shit.

The life of a worker is not easy.

But the complaints about life are only a short second or two.

Soon, professional boyfriend Shiina Iori recovered, put on that commercial smile, and said softly, "Fortunately, can I call you that?"

"Then, you will be my girlfriend from now on."

Yuki Terashima turned to look at him, still with that expressionless face, but his fingers suddenly grabbed his cheek and pulled it hard.

"Sigh~"

The elder sister's hands are so strong that she can pull a piece of meat from the bear and pinch Yizhi's face, which immediately makes his business smile a little bit uncontrollable, but he still has to hold back: "Lucky? What are you doing?" doing what?"

"I don't like that smile."

"I want to see your own face."

Yuki Terashima was serious, his eyes as plain as mirror lakes were staring straight at him.

It makes people feel guilty as if they made a mistake.

The corner of Shiina Iori's mouth twitched.

There are so many things.

He let go of that simple business-like smile, and the warm expression that made people feel like a spring breeze collapsed slightly at first glance, but there was no exaggerated bad expression, it was just more 'expressionless' than when he was at home on weekdays On the basis of his appearance, he was a little more bored.

"What? If you like the type of cold-faced cool guy, I suggest you look for it on other websites."

"We Domi don't focus on this type."

Seeing this, Terashima's gaze shifted a little bit, the corners of his lips seemed to be a little excited, and his voice was flat.

"I only want you."

"Yes, yes, shareholder-san."

Since she likes it, Shiina Iori doesn't refuse this kind of performance, and her expert acting skills of up to 53 points are mobilized, showing the image of a Jinjiang-style cold-faced young master vividly.

It is only slightly inferior to the hot dry noodle boy in the Niulang shop next door.

He found out that Terashima Yuki seems to like this kind of feeling of ignoring her.

Or in her heart, she seemed to feel this way.

But Yuki Terashima was still not completely satisfied, and his fingertips raised Shiina Iori's chin: "You can't change your title."

Shiina Iori rolled her eyes.

"fortunate?"

"Ah."

Hearing these words, Yuki Terashima seemed to be finally satisfied, and took Shiina Iori's hand.

It seemed that he had planned his course of action long before he came here. Yuki Terashima didn't have the habit of shopping and picking like ordinary girls at all. After entering the gate of PARCO Department Store, he went straight in one direction and went straight to a men's leisure store. .

Seeing her highly purposeful course of action, Shiina Iori hesitated and tugged at her: ". If it's a dress, didn't you buy it for me before?"

Yuki Terashima turned his head back, with a puzzled tone: "Do you need a reason to spend money on my boyfriend?"

Striding into the leisure shop, at first I saw the two front desk girls who were still shining in Shiina Iori's eyes. After hearing Terashima Yuki's words, she immediately bowed her head in a submissive manner.

Don't dare to look more.

Yuki Terajima glanced at the two of them, and picked up clothes on the shelves by himself.

Look at the clothes she picked
Pure black, pure white, no pattern.

Standard straight men's disposable sportswear.

It's just that because it is a big brand, it feels pretty good to the touch.

"Do you rarely buy clothes by yourself?"

Watching Yuki Terajima pick and choose from the shelves, Shiina Iori walked beside her and asked casually, and he also picked out a few items at random.

He has always been a little uncomfortable with a woman who is too strong like Yuki Terashima.

Shiina Iori doesn't like being treated like a doll.

However, when he asked, Yuki Terashima paused slightly:

"Hmm."

The sound is very light.

It seems embarrassing to admit it.

Shiina Iori stopped the movement of her hands slightly when she heard the soft sound like a kitten meowing.

Too cute.

However, after he paused for half a second, he continued to look through it on his own: "No wonder, today's clothes should be chosen by you yourself, right?"

Yuki Terashima was startled, and looked down at the clothes on his body.

Sports zipper T-shirt, pure black pleated skirt, a pair of 30 denier black silk with beige sneakers.

"Yes."

Terashima admitted without knowing why.

Seeing her attire, Shiina Iori always felt that she was a bit obsessive-compulsive.

He scanned around and saw a women's shop that should be okay, he grabbed Yuki Terashima's wrist with his backhand, and led her all the way there.

Yuki Terashima, whose wrist was grabbed, couldn't help but froze for a moment.

She raised her head and looked at Shiina Iori with a dazed gaze.

The thin lips were slightly pursed.

It seems to be enduring.

Shiina Iori dragged Terajima Yuki to sit down on the chair, and asked the waiter to help bring a few pairs of small leather shoes.

But Yuki Terashima is a person who has very strict requirements on sanitary conditions. He had to wipe the chair twice with a wet towel before he managed to drop half of his buttocks.

The delicate little face was full of disgust.

If Shiina Iori wasn't here, she probably wouldn't even be able to sit down.

Then, I saw Shiina Iori standing in front of Yuki Terashima, her tone seemed to be a little bored: "I have noticed black silk with sneakers since just now, what kind of devilish combination is this."

It's like the dishes and chopsticks must be separated in the cabinet, and the dishes must be placed on the right.

Shiina Iori also has very strict aesthetic requirements for wearing black stockings, which is almost obsessive-compulsive disorder-he is small leather shoes + black silk style!
Yuki Terashima tilted her head and looked at Shiina Iori who was squatting in front of her:

"Because you said you liked Hei Si last time."

"Sneakers are very convenient."

Shiina Iori stared angrily: "Go! Where did you come from the cult! Of course black stockings must be paired with small leather shoes to have more flavor!"

Yuki Terashima sat on the chair, and when he heard Shiina Iori's words, he tilted his head to look at him in confusion.

"Take it off!"

As he spoke, he patted Yuki Terashima's calf.

In his hand, he took a pair of exquisite student black leather shoes from the waiter.

Terajima Yuki's movements were flexible and slightly staggered, and the two sneakers landed on the ground.

Shiina Iori paused for half a second.

What appeared in front of his eyes was a pair of slender little feet with a faint white color revealed from under the black silk stockings.

There is no paint on the nails, and there is a natural powder.

Although he had fully felt the delicateness of the skin when he was in the infirmary before, but he didn't know whether it was the magic power of the black silk or other factors, so he subconsciously stretched out his hand to hold it.

Yuki Terashima looked at Shiina Iori's dazed expression, and leaned slightly:

"This time, do you want to lick?"

"I washed it."

　first update~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)