I save beautiful girls in Tokyo

Chapter 129 In the final analysis, this is a love war of whoever conquers who 【Subscription】

It turns out that teenage couples can't sleep in the same bed.

If you don’t sleep, you can only do the things you love to do.

Makoto Jingu cherishes it very much.

The hand was caught.

"Like it?" The girl's voice was soft and sweet.

"Ah."

Smiling, Inagawa Haruka pinched his cheek, "You haven't confessed to me yet."

"We still need to confess?"

"Of course!"

Haruka Inagawa stared at him, "Love without a confession is not love."

"Then we are... cheating?" Makoto Jingong asked doubtfully.

Haruka Inagawa laughed, and scented his face twice before getting up reluctantly, "Give me the confession I want..." She hooked his chin with her index finger, "I'll reward you there."

"..."

Jingu Cheng also sat up and said with a helpless tone, "Okay, my Majesty the Queen."

"Remember, you only have one chance, otherwise I will punish you severely."

Haruka Inagawa jumped out of bed.

Looking at the mobile phone on the coffee table, Haruka Inagawa hung up the call, sat on the sofa with her arms crossed, her legs crossed, her little feet dangling, and she pointed to the indoor shoes under the sofa.

Jingu Makoto bent down to pick up the indoor shoes.

'It's not shameful to wash your wife's feet, and wearing shoes is even more of a benefit. '

"good."

He was given a kiss on the cheek.

Putting indoor shoes on the two beautiful black silk feet, Shen Gongcheng hugged Xiao Xiang in his arms, "Xiang, how about confessing in front of the whole school?"

Confessions in public are very simple, all you have to do is show your face, anyway, he doesn't have that thing anymore.

Whether that kind of confession is what Xiaoxiang wants is hard to say.

Xiaoxiang has changed.

After the giant panda incident, she became more domineering, more uncompromising, and more like a high-ranking queen.

Before the education of love conquers Xiaoxiang, it's better not to be punished, and there must be a limit for shame.

Running in a skirt or dancing in a bikini is okay if it happens in a two-person world, but it's really 'I'm not a man' if it's in public.

"Broadcast your confession!" Jingu Makoto emphasized, "Use the maximum power earthquake avoidance mode, and I guarantee that everyone in the library of Waseda University can hear it!"

Inagawa Haruka smiled and asked, "Isn't it tacky?"

"Tacky."

Jingu Makoto scratched his head in a dilemma.

The radio advertisement was evaluated as "tacky", so it is estimated that putting candles and roses on the playground, and playing "One more time One more chance" is not very elegant.

"Think slowly."

Inagawa Haruka got up and walked out. If she didn't go to Qianhualiu, she would die of panic. She turned around and kissed through the air, "I'm not in a hurry."

……

Until leaving the campus and taking the JR Sobu Line, Makoto Jingu didn't know what kind of confession Xiaoxiang wanted.

Fortunately, Her Lady Queen did not give a time limit, she is not in a hurry.

No confession is not love?
Even the parents have met, the wedding date is on the way, and the affair can continue.

So he is not in a hurry.

Inspiration is like a diabetes insipidus, maybe it will come out with a squeak that day.

Get off the bus at Shikoku Station and walk along the street towards the [-]-chome. Today is Wednesday and I have to work part-time.

Dusk has filled the sky, and the light clouds on the horizon show a gorgeous rose red color under the setting sun.

The evening breeze in early summer was warm and gentle, with refreshing warmth, which made his steps more brisk.

Xiaoxiang's love is sincere, fiery, and domineering due to the influence of family and heredity.

A teenager in love for the first time can feel the sweetness of love, like her sweet and seductive lipstick, but also feel the pressure and fun.

Isn't it interesting that the love game of who conquers whom?
With precious love as the foundation, he has the confidence to win this game.

The happy tomorrow of soft rice and hard food is like an hourly salary of 1500 yen, but it is easy to get... Well, the process is not so smooth, such as today, but the final result must be like this.

As I was walking, I realized that it was a little late to leave school today, "It's almost 7 o'clock." '

I took out my new phone and took a look. It was indeed late at 6:52.

'No, I am a man with a watch! '

Picking up the phone, Jingu Makoto raised his wrist again, opened his cuffs, and looked at the Credor Tourbillon worth 5000 million yen.

'It's still 6:52. '

Whether it is an 89999-yen Apple or a 5000-million-yen watch, even if it is the Kyocera KZ-E685 that you want to throw away, the time is the same.

When he entered the back door of the bird house from the five-chome alley, he realized a truth. Such things as famous watches are not used to tell the time, but to hold B.

There is no need to dress at home.

When entering the changing room to change his overalls, Makoto Jingong took off the Credo Tourbillon and stuffed it into his school uniform pocket.

When he entered the back kitchen, he shouted "I'm late, please forgive me", took the chicken skewers from his mother, and started to grill them.

'Hey, it must be a wonderful feeling to grill 150 yen chicken skewers and look at a 5000 million yen super luxury watch. '

Over there, sister Tachibana started to stir-fry mapo tofu, and she smiled when she flipped the spoon.

Under the transparent plastic mask, my mother's smiling face is full of kindness and gentleness.

Let Jingu Makoto feel warm in his heart.

What a "good son" or "mother" is, the real mother is the best in the world, it doesn't matter how much money you have, this is love from the soul, and nothing can replace it.

It was not Xiaoxiang who suddenly felt that "you are too tired, you should take a rest", but her own mother.

There is a long list of order menus under the mouth of Chuancai, which shows that the business is getting better and better.

Mom is getting more and more tired.

My mother is just 35 years old, she shouldn't waste the best life on the grill and frying spoon.

He was thinking about how to make his mother feel more relaxed, so that the work under her hand would not be delayed at all. After working for almost half an hour, he realized that something was different today.

The night shift waiter is not Aunt Chunxiang, but Sagiri.

Wearing a fat waiter uniform with black bottom and red edges, Sagiri shuttled back and forth between the front hall and the food outlet, handing out menus, serving dishes, collecting money and making change, clearing tableware and wiping the table, as busy as a little bee.

He clearly saw him, but he didn't say hello and didn't care.

Another customer came in, and Sagiri trotted over, "Welcome, there is room, please follow me."

Jingomiya smiled relievedly.

Sagiri has really grown up.

The little girl in the past was so badly spoiled by him that she wouldn't reach out until she was too busy.

We were busy until 8:40, when the guests were almost gone, Sagiri, who was sweeping the floor, raised her head and gave her a smile, "Onii-chan!"

"Thank you Sagiri."

Makoto Jingu in the glass window bowed slightly.

"Sagiri is not working hard."

Sagiri returned the favor, "Brother and sister are the ones who work hard."

Eh!
It's really different, instead of being called "mother" and "sister"!

(End of this chapter)