man in tokyo, professional boyfriend

Chapter 455 [454] It has nothing to do with you

Obviously Shiina Iori's voice was extremely flat and quiet, with almost no strong emotional fluctuations.But through those beautiful eyes that reflected his distressed appearance like a flat lake, Aiba Ryohei still felt the piercing chill hidden deep in his heart.

It was an emotion that even Shiina Iori couldn't explain clearly.

There is anger, there is indifference, and there is pity.

A pair of father and daughter who abandoned each other and had no contact with each other for four or five years, probably should look like this?

Hearing Shiina Iori's words, Aiba Ryohei seemed to have finally recovered from the astonished sluggishness, his eyes lowered subconsciously, not daring to look at the opposite young man who appeared with his daughter.

But as if recalling the current situation again, Aiba Ryohei held on to his stern expression, stretched his facial muscles and opened Shiina Iori's palm clutching his collar, grunted heavily, and muttered to himself What kind of words such as "really uneducated guy", "violent element", "I don't know what you want to do at all".

But for some reason, the footsteps subconsciously stepped back a few centimeters, as if trying to create a safe distance from him.

Ridiculously cowardly.

Shiina Iori didn't laugh because of this, he looked at the middle-aged man in front of him and pondered for a few seconds, and when he was about to remind him of the physical reaction that a normal person should make in an adult way, the resistance at the cuffs did not Involuntarily increased a bit.

As soon as she turned her head, she saw Chiho staring down at the floor, her hands tightly clutching the corner of his cuffs.

But I don't know if it's because of guilt or some other reason, the area of ​​the corner of the clothes being held is only the size of two small fingernails.

Almost with fingertips.

Shiina Iori was silent for a few seconds, glanced at the environment inside the rental house, and looked at the gradually red and swollen marks on Aiba Ryohei's face, and his smile suddenly became bright again:
"Oops, sorry sorry."

"It was really careless. I accidentally hit you when I waved my hand, Mr. Aiba."

Hearing such shameless words, Aiba Ryohei couldn't help but stare his eyes round, and opened his mouth wide as if he wanted to eat people, wanting to swear.

But when he heard the 'crack', 'crack' sound of the opponent's fist clenched, he fell back as it should, as if someone had pinched his balls.

Shiina Iori didn't care about the other party's reaction, and turned to Chiho and asked, "Chiho, help me get the bag I brought from the car."

When they were talking just now, both of their suitcases were left outside and they were not brought in.

When Chiho heard Iori's order, she first subconsciously stood up, but then looked at him with some worried eyes, typing on the phone with her small hands.

[Violence prohibited! 】

[What if he calls the police. 】

【Iori will be arrested. 】

The screen of the mobile phone was almost pressed against Yizhi's face, obviously worried that Yizhi's behavior would get him into trouble.

As for the slap on her father's face, it is impossible to say that she didn't feel it at all. After all, I wanted to do this when I was left alone in Tokyo, and I must have felt a little happy.

But if Iori gets into trouble because of this, Chiho thinks it's better to stop him in advance.

After all, Iori-kun really came to help me!
"Yes Yes."

Seeing Chiho's worried look, Shiina Iori had no choice but to agree: "Do I look like some bad guy?"

Chiho raised her eyebrows, turned her head and walked outside the door,

I don't care about him.

Seeing Chiho being pushed away by the guy in front of him, Aiba Ryohei subconsciously bent his back again, and threatened in his voice with a lack of confidence: "Let me tell you, I know a lot of people in this area. If you don't want to If you get beaten by a sap while walking on the road, just, just be honest with me!"

Shiina Iori looked at him with a smile, and said with a sarcastic expression, "Really, did you meet when you were gambling? Or when you were chased by someone asking for debts?"

"It sounds really powerful, do you have a gun?"

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As soon as the other party opened his mouth, Aiba Ryohei immediately realized that he had been turned out of his old background, and the fat face that was gradually swollen on one side had a grim and embarrassing expression.

However, he didn't dare to say a word.

Seeing that his attitude was finally no longer as lofty as the "head of the family" he used to be, and he no longer had the proper elder attitude when facing him before, Shiina Iori's tone softened a bit:

"Of course, it has nothing to do with us."

"The reason why I found you was not because I needed any traditional parental love approval, but because I encountered some minor troubles."

While talking, Chiho was already holding the package carried by Iori with both hands and moved aside, and Iori took it with one hand, and continued the above topic:
"Originally, I thought that since you are Chiho's father, you should provide some help for your daughter's affairs."

"However, since you don't have much sense of responsibility as a father. That's okay."

As he spoke, he took out his wallet from the package.

First, I counted the number with some distress, and then took out five Fukuzawa Yukichi ([-] yen bills) from it.

After thinking about it, I stuffed two more.

Iori shook the paper ticket in his hand, and pressed it on the tatami: "Looking at the house you live in now, the living conditions should be relatively difficult, right? These are meeting gifts, you go buy a pack of cigarettes."

"As for the rest." Iori Shiina opened the wallet and glanced at Ryohei Aiba, "I have some questions to ask, if your answer satisfies me, these are all yours."

Hearing the other party's words, Aiba Ryohei looked at the bulging wallet with dozens of Fukuzawa Yukichi stuffed inside it, and swallowed subconsciously.

However, Chiho, who knew Shiina Iori better, turned her head to look at Iori-kun's handsome face that kept a business-like smile from the beginning to the end.

The two of them had been friends for quite some time.

During this period of communication, Ms. Chiho naturally knew very well how much money Shiina Iori is.

Although there is a prerequisite for repayment of debts, but in addition, Iori-kun's true nature of greed for money has long been exposed in the eyes of those close to him.

It is precisely because she knows this that Chiho can understand better: if there is one thing, even a large sum of Fukuzawa Yukichi, who Iori-kun regards as his life, can be used as a bargaining chip by him without hesitation in "exchanging" On the balance, what he wants to protect must be something more important than money.

As for, what exactly is he trying to protect?
Chiho's mind quickly recalled that after entering this room, Iori-kun took the lead in snatching her right to talk, and blocked her from the beginning to the end, preventing her from directly facing the ugly back of that 'father'. And the slap when he found out that the other party had forgotten all about his daughter's illness
I used so much force that my whitened fingertips couldn't help pinching the corner of the skirt, rubbing it into creases.

[Some things are not suitable for Chiho to say after all, right? 】

The girl subconsciously recalled what the man standing in front of her said to her with a smile before getting on the train. Looking at the generous back, she couldn't recover for a while.

However, Shiina Iori didn't notice the gaze from behind, and she still exuded that fierce aura all over her body.

Mingming always had a handsome and sassy smile, but that gaze gave off a ferocious wolf-like look.

It seems that the gentle and kind smile is just a false appearance covered on the body like a painted skin.

"How about it?"

"There are a total of more than 30 here."

"If it's not enough, I'll bring the card."

Aiba Ryohei stared at his wallet, not believing the guy's nonsense that he could swipe his card, and said in a muffled voice, "...what's the matter."

Shiina Iori's attitude was unhurried: "You used to offend some big shots in the entertainment industry, right? Can you tell me about it?"

Aiba Ryohei was silent for a few seconds when he heard the words, and said with a sneer, "I see. Could it be that this girl broke into the show business after she was admitted to university? Did she come to inquire after getting into trouble?"

"Do you seem to be very proud of leaving a rich and troublesome legacy to your daughter?" Shiina Iori sarcastically said, "Or a great musician who fled from Tokyo like a bereaved dog, and finally lived a happy life. The civilian life I dreamed of?"

"you"

"Say it as soon as you don't need the money, your tone is very heavy."

"Humph!"

After saying a word, he was beaten back by a series of venomous tongue operations, and Aiba Ryohei's face turned green immediately.

However, when Shiina Iori threw out a few more Fukuzawa Yukichi with a 'snap', that anger was instantly suppressed.

Now he still has a lot of gambling debts on him, otherwise he would not have to hide here alone, secretly go to some small bars every day to play discs to make a living, and eat expired bean sprouts from the supermarket every day with rice, not even the subsistence allowance Dare to claim it, for fear of being blocked by debt collectors.

These hundreds of thousands are enough for him to live like an ordinary person for a while.

"Shoufang Kamakura."

After hesitating for a few seconds, Aiba Ryohei finally said in a hoarse voice, "He found everything about me."

Hearing this, Miss Chiho behind her was the first to round her eyes.

【Burning Group! 】

【Mr. Zhou Fangda! 】

[The one who monopolizes the entire Kanto entertainment industry! 】

As if afraid that Iori, a primitive person living in modern society, would not have heard of this name, Chiho quickly typed it for Iori to read.

However, without Chiho's specific description, Shiina Iori also thought of this Mr. Zhou Fang early on - he occasionally reads magazines!
Isn't this the father of the flat-chested, hand-controlled perverted music critic? !

Hearing this, Iori's brows were tightened immediately, and he said with a puzzled look: "You are a musician, a figure in the entertainment industry, how could you offend such a person?"

"Hey, are you scared?"

Aiba Ryohei really deserved a beating when he spoke, and he looked like a fool after being slapped.

"Crack."

Another stack of Fukuzawa Yukichi was thrown out.

After two seconds of silence, he straightened his expression and said concisely: "He and I used to be members of the Kanto Performing Arts Committee. At that time, I was the youngest committee member in the committee, and I was a little young and vigorous."

"so?"

Ryohei Aiba was silent for a few more seconds before he lowered his head and said in a dull voice: "At that time, the old man was canvassing votes for a congressman he supported in the committee. Everyone knew that it was his friend's nephew. I was too young to see I am used to those power and money transactions, and publicly refuted that old man."

Shiina Iori frowned a little upon hearing this, isn't this a big grudge?

Then, I heard Aiba Ryohei continue: ". Then, through my own influence, I exposed that matter in several music associations on the Internet and offline, and it happened to be used by the old man's true enemy. The last round of the election took away the seat that was supposed to be stable for re-election."

Shiina Iori looked at the fat man with a confused expression.

Even Chiho behind her had the same blank expression.

What a hatred, you work so hard?

Can people not take you under the knife? !
Seemingly noticing the subtle expressions of Shiina Iori and his own daughter, Aiba Ryohei suddenly felt a little emboldened, but he insisted: "I was one of the youngest members of the International Piano Association at that time, and there were only three people in the whole country. And It’s smooth sailing again”

Mingming wanted to use a very powerful tone to clarify his situation at the time, but after the words came out, they became weaker and weaker.

It was too stupid to do this.

Shiina Iori helplessly threw the banknotes in the wallet to him: "So, you were driven here?"

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Aiba Ryohei was just silent and didn't say anything.

However, even if the other party is silent, Shiina Iori can still guess based on Chiho's previous memories.

In a family monopoly capital plutocratic country, he offended a regional monopoly chaebol family, and his position happened to be within the other party's business field, so he wanted to kill this seemingly young "musician" , Big capitalists simply don't want to be too easy.

Shiina Iori even had some doubts, whether that Zhou Fang Kamakura even forgot this guy's name, only the ordinary people below who were afraid of offending this "Mr. Zhou Fang" were conscientiously eliminating all possible dangers.

Driven by capital, the wolves swarmed to eat, and Aiba Ryohei's script after that must have been a set of combos such as "career blow"-"parting of friends"-"bankruptcy"-"wife and son separation".

And after the family was completely destroyed, the former musician obviously lost his vigor of the year because of the sudden major blow.

As a result, changes such as inner breakdown, career collapse, and drifting with the tide follow.

He became a dou who could no longer support him.

Even if he managed to have a good friend to take care of him later, he couldn't support himself anymore, and only relied on gambling and drinking to maintain his sanity every day, letting himself get drunk in the psychedelic world, so as to escape the cruel facts.

From this point of view, it is a natural process for couples to quarrel and abandon their wives and children.

After all, there are only a few examples of people who can endure the suffering caused by failure and rise again.

Most people are like him.

However, this kind of words can be understood, but cannot be said.

Shiina Iori glanced at the wine stains on his body, and asked casually, "Then how do you live now?"

"At the bar, do some part-time work."

Aiba Ryohei muttered in a low voice, looking like a coward.

Seeing his disappointing look, Shiina Iori didn't say anything more in the previous sarcastic tone.

After thinking about it, he put down another bank card.

"Have a good time in the future."

Now that he knew the specific reason, and it seemed that it was within his ability to deal with it, Shiina Iori naturally had no intention of staying.

Throwing out the banknotes in the wallet, he gathered up and pulled Chiho up together.

However, I don't know if he has been hesitating, but Aiba Ryohei didn't go to pick up the money at the first time, but raised his head a little uneasy, and called them to stop:

"that."

Shiina Iori stopped and turned to look at him.

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"Does Chiho's illness affect her life?"

I don't know if it was an illusion, but in his sight, the back of his daughter seemed to tremble slightly.

Shiina Iori just left the other party with a calm back:

"It has nothing to do with you."

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Aiba Ryohei froze suddenly, staring straight at the two leaving figures, until the only door with light was slammed shut.

Only hundreds of thousands of Fukuzawa Yukichi and a bank card were left on the tatami.

Vaguely, he realized that the last chain between himself and Chiho seemed to be cut off abruptly by this gate.

It doesn't matter anymore.

Like a marquee, the rigidity and sternness of the fashion of the family, the smooth sailing in the career, the complete depravity after the sudden disaster, and the cowardice and cowardice after being oppressed by gambling debts emerged in front of my eyes.
Memories, scenes after scenes, flashed before my eyes like running water.

In the end, he had no choice but to bend down in pain and hug his head tightly.

An intermittent, suppressed howl of pain came from the room.

However, that has nothing to do with Chiho or Iori.

　Broken bowl~!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)