I save beautiful girls in Tokyo

Chapter 159

The night is getting dark, and the evening breeze caressing the cheeks is calm and gentle, and the night in Tokyo at the end of May is still somewhat refreshing.

Shen Gongcheng followed Qianhualiu, and in the parking space in front, there were bodyguards holding the dark car door.

It's not the Rolls-Royce Phantom, but you can tell it's a luxury car of the same level at a glance. The logo on the air intake looks familiar. I saw it in my previous life but forgot what brand it was.

Sitting in the comfortable and spacious compartment, Jingong Makoto leaned on the armrest and watched the students back away from the window.

"How did Ye Yingcai know me?" he asked.

In the opposite seat, Qian Hualiu sat cross-legged with her eyes closed, motionless, like an old monk in meditation.

After waiting for a long time without waiting for an answer, Jingu Makoto rolled his eyes.

Qian Hualiu opened his eyes when the car passed by the main gate of Dongda University, and what he said had nothing to do with the question just now, "Has Master Cheng been bestowed with the way of swordsmanship by the gods?"

"No."

"What about gun shooting?"

"……No."

What the hell is this?

Qian Hualiu closed her eyes expressionlessly and continued to meditate.

Makoto Jingong had no choice but to flip through his schoolbag and take out the exercise book; if he didn't want to go to bed at two o'clock in the middle of the night, he should hurry up and do his homework.

Looking up again and seeing the Skytree outside the window, he guessed that he was going to Inakawa Building.

Getting off the car in the underground parking lot and following Qian Hualiu into a hidden elevator room, this scene seemed familiar.

The elevator went straight to the top floor. After walking through a long corridor, the front door of the grand office was three or four meters high. The door was half-opened, as if seeing a tender little foot shrinking back.

Entering the room, Xiaoxiang curled up her legs on the large sofa, swipe the tablet with her fingers, the black skirt was completely faded to her waist, and her two seductive snow-white skirts were completely exposed.

Maybe she knew it was him, but Haruka Inagawa didn't look up.

"Xiang, I'm starving to death!"

Makoto Shen Gong threw away his schoolbag and sat down, his arm passed through the bend of his leg, hugged Xiao Xiang and kissed her.

"do not bother me."

Haruka Inagawa was not happy about being interrupted to read the documents, and pushed his face away, "I'm hungry too." Pointing to a small door, "Go to that room for dinner, I'll be there in a while."

"Eating is not enough, I want to eat you." Makoto Jingong smiled.

Inagawa Haruka laughed, but grabbed his ears, "I'm getting more and more courageous, ha!"

"Hiss... it hurts!"

"I haven't screwed it yet."

"I'm afraid you will hurt."

"Afraid of my pain?"

"Well, I'm afraid you'll feel distressed."

"Glib, I don't feel sorry for you." Xiaoxiang said with a cold face, "I didn't have dinner with the beauty Ye Ying who can help you. Is it you who feel sorry for you?"

"Xiang, the gods can testify that there is absolutely no such thing."

"Really?"

"My heart for you, God can learn, if there is a little lie..." Jingu Cheng straightened up, raised his head, closed his eyes, and opened his arms, "Please God punish me!"

After waiting for a while, the system ignored him.

Jingu Makoto opened his eyes and smiled, "Look."

Xiao Xiang still smiled after all, and nodded her ruddy lips, "You are rewarded."

"Thank you Queen for your grace!"

For a while.

"Hurry up and eat, I'll be there right away." Xiaoxiang's voice softened.

"Let's go together, I can't eat without you."

"You sweet talker, have you starved to death all these years?"

"This time and the other."

The meaning of rhetoric is knowing that it is a lie, but also like to hear it.

Being carried away, Xiao Xiang hugged his neck and giggled, as if she was not so hungry anymore.

Qianhualiu at the door shook his head slightly.

Yi Ai has been stupid for three years, and she still said that "a wolf of God can also be trained into a dog". At present, the situation of the young lady is not good, and the prospects are not optimistic.

In the small restaurant, there are a variety of delicacies on the long marble table.

Kaiseki cuisine from Kyoto, takoyaki from Osaka, crab porridge from Hokkaido, eel rice from Nagoya, horse meat sashimi from Nagano, three-course cuisine from Takamatsu, puffer fish ramen from Fukuoka, and a variety of Western dishes and desserts. A table.

The two separated temporarily, took a few dishes and sat at the dining table to have dinner together.

"Xiang, you were not at home a few days ago, so I studied some Chinese snacks."

Makoto Jingu stuffed a piece of steak into his mouth and took the opportunity to say, "Sagiri and Sister Tachibana both said it tastes good, so I would like you to try it."

"Okay." Xiaoxiang picked up the soba noodles with a smile, "I like to eat whatever you do."

Makoto Jingu pressed his sauce-stained mouth and kissed through the air.

After eating the noodles, Xiaoxiang thought about the taste and turned cold, "Shall Ye Yingxue go too?"

"Baby, Ye Yingxue invited by Sagiri, you know how good they are, it has nothing to do with me."

Knowing that there must be such a question, Makoto Jingong was already prepared.

"You were the one invited by Sagiri." Xiaoxiang glared at him fiercely.

"Sagiri will make it for her, I agreed with Sagiri." Makoto Jingong responded with a smile, "I'll make it for you."

Xiaoxiang was obviously satisfied with this answer, and a smile reappeared on her face, "Forget it, you should do it, the guests invited by my sister are also our guests, it is too rude to be too negligent."

"It's really rude, it's not our family style."

Pretending to think for a moment, Jingu Makoto praised, "My Majesty, your mind is as broad as the Pacific Ocean, and you are a role model for me to always learn from."

Having heard countless compliments since she was a child, Xiao Xiang felt that this sentence was the most pleasing to her ears, and she also squinted her eyes with a smile.

Watching my boyfriend take another plate of Toyama trout sushi, I couldn't help but say, "Eat less, I'll have to exercise soon."

"Ah!"

Makoto Jingu, who had just sat down, stood up and said in surprise, "Is our love movement finally about to start! Xiang, is it too sudden? I'm a little unprepared!"

"Dirty!"

Xiaoxiang blushed, "It's not that kind of exercise!"

"Huh? What sport is that?"

Makoto asked strangely.

"Qianhualiu wants to fight against you." Xiaoxiang put a piece of tuna sashimi on his plate without using the serving chopsticks.

"……Oh."

Jingu Makoto became listless.

Xiaoxiang covered her mouth and smiled, her natural baby fat face was flushed, making her even more attractive.

After eating, Xiaoxiang continued to read the documents, and Jingongcheng was doing homework on the other end of the sofa, with a distance of two or three meters between him; originally he was crowded with Xiaoxiang, but he was kicked over after a while.

At 10 o'clock, Qianhualiu entered the room, and the head of the female bodyguard, who had changed into a karate uniform, was even flatter than Makoto Jingu.

"Master Cheng, please follow me."

Makoto Jingu stood up, and his fighting spirit had become high; finally, he was able to face-to-face PK with Qianhualiu.

Xiaoxiang also stood up, and the two held hands and followed Qianhua Liu out of the office.

It turns out that the entire top floor is Xiaoxiang's exclusive area, and next door to the office is a training room, just like a traditional dojo.

In the locker room, Makoto Jingu put on a tight combat uniform and returned to the training ground.

With the sound of Xiaoxiang who was acting as the referee, an elite 72-way small grab VS Iga Ninja style karate officially began.

After 3 minutes, the fingertips of the knife rested 1 centimeter on Jingu Makoto's throat, Qian Hualiu slowly withdrew his hand, stood up and pulled Jingu Makoto up.

Jingu Makoto was a little dejected and shook the sweat from his forehead. A three-minute battle was more tiring than waking up four hours earlier and running for ten minutes.

"My sincerity is already very strong." Seeing his loss, Xiaoxiang wiped his sweat and said, "Qianhualiu is the strongest fighter in actual combat. No one can fight her for 3 minutes."

'Eh, sounds like I'm fine too. '

Jingongcheng raised his head again. After all, the 72-way small capture is only an elite level, not a master level skill.

"In combat, Master Cheng will definitely win."

Qian Hualiu was also wiping away her sweat, "But, we still lost."

"what happened?"

Makoto Jingong asked, hearing that tonight's exercise was not as simple as a trick.

"Fei Nai launched a challenge, two out of three rounds." Xiao Xiang also frowned beautifully.

"Challenge you?"

"Challenge you."

(End of this chapter)