man in tokyo, professional boyfriend

Chapter 442 [441] Workaholic
"Before I was in middle school, Aunt Liu Yuan was always helping to run the house."

Seemingly noticing Yanagihara Tomono's subtle emotions towards Iori, Nagisa came to Iori's side and whispered a reminder:
".When I was at home, Aunt Liuyuan was also taking care of me."

With just these two sentences, Shiina Iori turned her head to look at Ms. Liuyuan again, and noticed the half-smile on her face, but the fierce murderous intent quietly hidden under her nose, she suddenly realized something in her heart.

After many times of narrow escapes, Iori is already very familiar with this kind of look - it was seeing the pink and tender cabbage that he had worked so hard to take care of for more than ten years, and was caught by a wild boar that came out of nowhere The impotent rage that arched away.

It's just that it's not easy to express because of the problem of identity.

Thinking about it this way, compared to Mieko Miyahara, who is a real mother, Ms. Liuyuan's emotions towards Nagisa are actually more pure.

"That's right."

The stiff expression on Shiina Iori's face was like melting ice and snow, and she greeted gently: "It's the first time we meet, please take care of me in the future."

With Shiina Iori's current status, she naturally dare not really treat the other party as a tool, as Park Mieko said.

"Mr. Shiina is very kind."

Chino Liuyuan smiled and greeted a few times before taking out her mobile phone and changing numbers with Iori.

At the same time, when the two of them were close to exchanging numbers, Miss Liuyuan seemed to be always looking at his neck, arteries and other places.

Not only that, but the characteristic [Danger Perception] made his several vital skins arouse the irritating pain that was almost like stabbing a fart swallow with a knife.

Very threatening.

However, it was not good for him to ask about this, so he quickly exchanged numbers, and then watched the other party quietly leave the room under the orders of his mother-in-law.

"Don't mind too much."

Probably noticing Shiina Iori's strange expression, Mieko Miyahara explained in a neutral tone: "That guy Chino was raised in Miyahara's house since he was a child, and he did the cleaning work for my damn husband. "

"In essence, there is no malice towards you, it's just a work habit."

"Cleaning, cleaning work?"

Shiina Iori was startled when she heard the words, the person who cleaned up was probably not a living person, right?

It's the 21st century, do these big chaebol families really have such dead men who have been raised since childhood? !

"Yes."

Miyahara Mieko lit a cigarette again, and smiled casually: "It's literally cleaning work."

"Ho ho ho ho."

Shiina Iori's laughter was a little awkward.

"whispering sound!"

Beside him, Zhu-chan suddenly clicked his tongue in displeasure for some reason, and turned his head with a dark complexion.

Miyahara Mieko ignored her.

Yizhi was taken aback for a moment before realizing that it was probably her mother-in-law's "dead ghost husband" that stepped on her thunder point.

"The game is about to start, let's go too."

Saying that, Miyahara Mieko stood up on her own, and opened the way ahead alone.

"Nagisa sauce?"

Iori leaned over to Miss JK: "Let's go too."

"."

"That woman doesn't care about Dad's life or death at all."

After a few seconds of silence, I heard Zhu Jiang suddenly say something in a bad tone, gritted his teeth sullenly, and said loudly: "Anyway, people are dead, so naturally it is worthless, right?"

Mieko Miyahara, who was walking towards the door, stopped for a while and turned to her daughter behind her.

A very beautiful smile suddenly appeared on the delicate face that was always indifferent but still charming, but the voice was so flat that it made people feel a little uncomfortable:
"Yes."

"crunch-"

The sound of the slender fingers clenched was extremely clear in the narrow room at this moment.

Just when Miyahara Nagisa stared and strode towards Miyahara Mieko, the distance between the two was suddenly blocked by Yanagihara Chino and Shiina Iori one behind the other.

Yanagihara Tomono stood in front of Miyahara Mieko, looking at Nagisa-chan with concern.

Shiina Iori simply pressed Nagisa-chan's shoulder and lowered her voice as much as possible:
"Two hours."

"Let's go after a while."

Nagisa Miyahara raised his head, stared at Iori with wide eyes.

Those crystal eyes were covered with fine bloodshot eyes, and the whole body was red, and there were obvious blue veins on the white forehead.

Apparently he was really upset.

"You have to take all the things left by Dad in your hands before talking about it?"

Seeing that the previous rhetoric did not persuade him, Yizhi immediately released a big move.

Just such a sentence calmed down the originally furious Nagisa, as if a basin of cold water had been poured on it.

Yes.

The reason why I held back my anger and came here was because I had the purpose of taking back what I should have taken.

After this point was understood by Iori, Nagisa-chan's beating heart gradually calmed down, and the boiling blood also cooled down.

However, from the corner of the eye, he still cast a vicious glance at Mieko Miyahara.

It is clear that there is absolutely no so-called 'normal' mother-daughter relationship between the two.

Shiina Iori didn't know how Miss JK, who was always easy to deal with, got into such a fight with her mother.

Judging from the current situation, it seems to have something to do with Nagisa-chan's deceased father.

After going through all the possibilities in his mind, Iori didn't say much.

The full picture is unknown and declined to comment.

This is the most basic respect for the IQ of both parties involved in the incident—after all, everyone stands on their own ground and speaks for themselves.

Mieko Miyahara was startled when she saw this, and then took a deep look at Iori.

This kid really has a set.

Then he stopped talking and walked towards the elevator, all the way up to the audience private room floor.

At this time, all the guests who had been bustling in the living room also went to their corresponding positions - because of the club's standard membership system, everyone has their own membership number.

Nagisa-chan, who was persuaded by Shiina Iori, also followed him, still looking unhappy, and followed into the box.

During the whole process, the mother and daughter completely ignored each other as if they regarded each other as air.

It has to be said that the mother and daughter are exactly the same in terms of their stubborn temper.

Almost carved out of the same mould.

Afterwards, the horse racing competitions were lackluster, and Shiina Iori didn’t know what the meaning of this kind of track and field in the horse racing world was, but she still had to accompany her as the only communication link between mother and daughter.

So, looking into the private room on the high platform from the outside, you can see the wonderful scene of Shiina Iori being caught between the mother and daughter.

The silence lasted for a long time, and he could only ignite the atmosphere with a forced smile, looking for something to say:
"Ah, that horse should be the legendary 'Emperor', right?"

"Is it 12 wins and 3 losses now, or 4 losses?"

Shiina Iori, who had little contact with information about horse racing, forcibly recalled the information that she occasionally glanced over in street newspapers, and turned her head to look at her mother-in-law.

"In the small events in our club, can we also invite famous horses of this level?"

"Just give enough money."

Mieko Miyahara looked down from the floor-to-ceiling windows of the audience room on the high platform, and the horses with shiny coats and number uniforms were being led to their respective tracks.

In the broadcast of the host station on the ground, various information such as the name and age of each horse came continuously.

"Give money?"

Shiina Iori was a little puzzled, and deliberately raised the topic: "So these competitions don't require those players to pay to participate?"

"After all, it's just an exhibition game. Their only profit is the amount of betting on the horse."

Miyahara Mieko said, and glanced at him with a flat smile: "Interested? Would you like to take a gamble with Shiina-kun?"

"sure!"

"You can't even recognize the names of these horses?"

Iori's answer was unexpectedly crisp, which surprised Miyahara Mieko a little.

"It doesn't matter, anyway, I have a secret weapon!"

He said triumphantly, and turned his head to look at Zhujiang beside him:
"That's right, Nagisa-chan!"

Miyahara Nagisa didn't understand at first, but when he glanced at Iori's face, he suddenly understood.

[Hurry up and use your magical super luck to win her hard! ! 】

Iori's face showed such meaning.

So I'm your secret weapon?

A look of distaste suddenly appeared on Zhu Jiang's face:

"Never."

"Don't do this! I promised my mother!"

"You, what nonsense are you talking about!"

Miss JK's face suddenly became hot.

I haven't agreed to anything yet, why did you suddenly call me 'Mom', 'Mom' so affectionately!
Mieko Miyahara, who was next to her, watched the interaction between the two little guys, and took a sip of the black tea in her hand, hiding the smile quietly showing on the corners of her lips.

Shiina Iori was still blinking at her rapidly.

【Let's earn a fortune from her! 】

"It's so loud—"

"Fool!"

In the end, Shiina Iori's winning plan failed, so he could only place a random bet and ran No.16. He was trapped by the front horse for more than half a circle, and was severely punished by Miyahara. Ridicule.

In addition, the losing bet of [-] yen also made Shiina Iori feel heartbroken for a while.

Although she is no longer burdened with huge debts, the frugal habits she has cultivated since she was a child still make Shiina Iori quite sad about the missing money for two meals.

"hateful."

"I am inseparable from gambling and drugs!"

Shiina Iori muttered in a low voice, feeling a little toothache from anger.

"Tch, bad guy."

Miyahara Nagisa was still laughing at him: "Huang, you didn't say a word, did you?"

"Because it's semi-legal in Japan!" Shiina Iori said seriously.

"Go to hell you!"

Probably under the agitation of Shiina Iori, the 'catfish', the originally stiff mother-daughter relationship in the room seemed to become less important at this time, and the eyes of both of them were focused on Shiina Iori at the same time. Follow him all the way to arouse topics, make funny jokes.

It has to be said that although Shiina Iori always has a gloomy and cold-faced half-faced personality when he is alone at home, but when he gets serious, he can always become everyone with his handsome appearance and humorous words. focus of the human eye.

Even Nagisa, who was still sullen just now, unconsciously began to argue with Iori in the middle of the horse race, gradually ignoring the unhappiness just now.

Probably because of this phenomenon, even Chino Yanagihara, who had been by his mother-in-law's side from just now but kept silent, looked at Shiina Iori with a slightly more friendly gaze.

However, the habit of always looking at the neck, under the ribs, lower back, thigh arteries and other vital positions still made Shiina Iori shudder.

After two consecutive games were over, a group of people continued to come to the banquet hall, led by Mieko Miyahara, to meet and exchange business cards with dignitaries from different companies and groups.

During this process, Shiina Iori and Miyahara Nagisa naturally had no autonomy. Under the control of their mother-in-law, they were brought back and forth to toast and bow like marionettes.

And in the process, Shiina Iori also finally saw the method of this mother-in-law who was hidden under her glamorous appearance, but also capable of maneuvering.

Whether it is speaking skills or coping skills, they are very sophisticated, obviously they have been honed in this business battlefield for many years.

Shiina Iori and the others were reluctantly let go until they roughly took the two of them to meet the people they needed to meet.

Miyahara Mieko herself took this opportunity to continue discussing the project with other bosses.

Sitting in her seat, Shiina Iori suddenly felt the strange cramped feeling when she was taken to a strange relative's house by her family during the Chinese New Year in her previous life.

They obviously don't know anyone, and they are not familiar with anyone, but they have to greet everyone with a smile.

That feeling is really very subtle.

"It's boring, isn't it?"

When there was a gap, Shiina Iori just sat back on the seat holding the wine glass, only to hear Miss JK, who was holding the juice beside her, shake the glass slightly and mutter in a low voice.

"really."

Shiina Iori nodded approvingly: "But Mom seems to be quite used to this kind of environment!"

"Tch, she just—don't say that word!"

Nagisa Miyahara was halfway through speaking, suddenly his face turned red, he raised his voice subconsciously, and then lowered it immediately.

Fortunately, there was a lot of people in the dinner hall, everyone was talking, and the voice was noisy, but few people noticed this side.

"Can't you?"

Iori looked at her suspiciously.

"Of course!"

Ms. JK's tone was decisive, but she looked away unconsciously, and said to herself in a low voice: "...you have to be a couple to be able to call it that way!"

"can not hear?"

"Go away!"

Teased by Shiina Iori, she turned her head and shouted, before Nagisa sat on the seat angrily: "Anyway, that woman was like this when she was young."

"Workaholics! Strong women! Houseworkers!"

"The reason for marrying Dad is probably because she wants to control the assets of the Miyahara family and satisfy her desire for control."

Nagisa Miyahara said with a bit of aggrieved tone: "Anyway, she likes to work. As long as I can remember, she often stays away from home for a long time and stays at the company every day."

"He is a guy who has no concept of family at all!"

"So, the reason Nagisa-chan is angry is also because of this?"

"I don't care about her."

Miyahara Nagisa moaned and said, "If it wasn't because of Dad's absence."

As she spoke, her voice gradually became lower and lower:
"At home, it probably won't be like this."

"Bar?"

　Broken bowl~!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)