I Don’t Want To Be Popular

Latest website: The name of this incident slowed Chen Chuan's pace.

After all, this name is a bit silly.

However, Chen Chuan also knows the urinary nature of the system somewhat, and will pretend to be advanced, so he calmly waits for follow-up.

"Ding! The [Blood Stained Tokyo] event is a free play event. There is no requirement. The host can play at will. It will be automatically settled after three days and the reward will be random. Event keyword: The more the better."

The system prompt flashed.

"Free play? It's a novelty. What kind of blood stains? Is chicken blood or duck blood all right?" Chen Chuan wondered.

After thinking about it, chicken blood is fine, duck blood is fine.

Chen Chuan looked at Miss Hyuga on the side.

Hyuga Kiku smiled decently.

At this time, the call broadcast by Chen Chuan was connected.

A soft young Japanese woman's voice came out, which translated to ask: "Hey, who is it?"

Chen Chuan said, "I am... the person who is destined to be...in your life. At the Qiuyue case office in the Red Light District of Xinqu Station... There is a young man surnamed Song, who is 187 in height. He is in trouble, can you help?"

"It's you...? Okay, I understand." The woman pondered for a moment without asking more, and hung up the phone.

Chen Chuan also hung up.

Miss Hyuga on the side asked: "Mr. Chen, did you find a friend in Tokyo for help? If it is your friend, and there is a friction with the Sumitomo Association in the red light district, our office can also help solve it. The result of the processing will satisfy you and your friends. "

"Thank you, don't bother you." Chen Chuan said.

He just called Fumizuki Sakurai. The woman who is bound to the system props and has full loyalty.

Since the system determined that she had the highest overall quality within 500 meters, then... she must have two brushes. As for how many of them there are, I don't know yet, but there are definitely some.

So, Song Jinyi’s small question was left to her, and by the way, she tested her ability and loyalty.

As for the movie invitation of this cute Japanese girl around him, Chen Chuan also agreed by the way.

It was half past eleven at night.

Chen Chuan and Miss Hyuga sat in the cinema to watch a regular movie.

The two are sitting in a lovers seat.

The seats hug the two people, and there is no block between them, which is convenient for young lovers to hug.

Chen Chuan put his hand on Hyuga's leg.

Hyuga didn't refuse, but approached gently.

Chen Chuan held her slender waist further, but she did not refuse, and approached again, almost next to Chen Chuan.

The two were in physical contact, so that there was no distance.

The fresh scent came out, with an unfamiliar feeling, which belonged to an island girl.

Ms. Hyuga, with her head resting on Chen Chuan's shoulder, looks like a gentle and pleasant little wife, accompanying her husband to watch a movie.

Chen Chuan looked down at her.

She asked softly: "Can you rely on it?"

"Yes." Chen Chuan said, "What else is there to request?"

"If you can, please Mr. Chen hug Jujiang tightly, can you?" She asked softly.

Chen Chuan raised his hand to embrace her shoulder.

She leaned against Chen Chuan's arms, and said with a smile, "Strong harder..."

Chen Chuan used a little more force.

She fell into Chen Chuan’s arms, her smile on her face slowly condensed, and she looked at Chen Chuan’s eyes earnestly: "Chuan Sang...because of the house we met you, but the movie is not just to thank you for the super Shan... I wanted to implicitly express my affection for you, but... your handsome and temperament make it impossible to be more reserved, so you can only be so bold. But please understand that Jujiang is not a casual girl..."

"Stop talking, kiss me!" Chen Chuan said.

"Well, Ali Gado!" Miss Hyuga thanked her sweetly, and put her hands around Chen Chuan's neck and kissed her.

Her kissing skills are not jerky, not Amin's kind of panic and nervous so tightly shut her mouth...but...indescribable gentleness and seriousness.

Indeed, Chen Chuan tasted a kiss from a serious lady neon sister.

This is also the first time.

I don't know if it is a psychological feeling. I always feel that this little woman has the attributes of a cute little wife. She is very gentle and submissive. It seems that no matter what she asks her to do, she will obediently agree.

In the cinema.

The sound of the movie seems to be on the horizon.

Chen Chuan really felt a kiss from Miss Neon, and clearly recognized another idiom, Wen Yu was full of heart.

"Chuansang, your hand, Ami..."

...

At the same time, in the red light district.

In a store.

Song Jinyi clutched his stomach and retreated to the corner. He watched in horror: The long-haired young man who hit him just now was measuring with a knife. Then... drew it down with his little finger.

"Ah!!!" the young man cried out painfully, blood rushing from his little finger.

Song Jinyi was shocked when he saw it. Damn, is this little Japanese sick? Really? Pull yourself? That is the finger, ten fingers connected to the heart?

Then he looked at the few people who had just come in. Among them was a woman with long hair, wearing a black suit and sunglasses.

It turned out that Song Jinyi was being beaten by the long-haired young man.

But just now, this Japanese woman in a suit walked in, with six young men in gray suits behind her.

The Japanese woman asked a few words, and the long-haired young man slapped himself very hard, and then stroked his fingers with a knife.

This made Song Jinyi completely unaware of what happened.

The woman in the suit took Song Jinyi’s ID card, passport and other documents, walked over, offered them with both hands, and apologized in unskilled Mandarin: "Sorry Mr. Song, please forgive me."

Song Jinyi took over his credentials: "What do you mean? His attitude turned a hundred and eighty degrees?"

The man in the suit handed an envelope with both hands, bulging.

"I want to apologize, I hope Mr. Song will accept it." The woman in the suit said again, "Today is late, Mr. Song can go back to rest first, and tomorrow, if you have energy, you can go to the Songtao elegant room on this street to enjoy tea and chaotic steps. Will order people to treat me with care."

Song Jinyi blinked, and the Japanese woman who called herself "Ranbu Sauce" in front of her was wearing sunglasses, but her skin was white, her nose was straight, and her cherry red lips were so sexy. She knew that she was that kind of peerless beauty.

And the voice is good~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Although I speak crappy Mandarin, the voice is extremely comfortable to listen to. It is the kind of tone that a man feels happy physically and mentally. And there was a point of coldness in this tone, a point of politeness, a point of respect and a gentleness.

Where is this superb woman, so polite to brother?

Song Jinyi took the envelope, opened it and took a look, heh, a stack of ten thousand yuan notes. The banknotes of Neon Country are light yellow in color, the larger the denomination, the darker the color.

"I don't want this money. One yard is one yard. The long-haired boy beat me for so long just now. I have to beat him back. He cut his fingers. That's his own business. Leave it alone. I'll be one to one with him. "Song Jinyi wiped off the nosebleed that had just been punched out.

The woman in the suit nodded and bowed: "Mr. Song, please."

Song Jinyi, I'm not welcome. One stepped forward and kicked **** the heart of the long-haired young man holding his bleeding fingers.

Bang!

The island youth was kicked out.