Miss Planeswalker, Are You Free to Fall in Love?

More rational, shrewd and brutal, not to mention, these guys are not fighting alone, but in groups.

Sometimes, a mess will provoke a group.

The manager walked around the booth, stood still in the shadow behind the girl, glared at the eager subordinate not far away, and gestured to him.

'Get out! '

The girl didn't know anything about it, and she didn't even notice that the round-faced manager drove away a nasty fly for her.

She wrapped herself up tightly and sat quietly in the huge booth. Amidst the strong music and writhing crowd around her, she took out her mobile phone and lowered her head, pressing the characters with her fingers.

On the sofa next to him was a simple diary.

Chapter 68 Chapter 68 Fujimoto Matsu and Maki

"Here I am. Deck B-13."

My wife Yuno put down the phone.

She turned the bright side down, poured herself a glass of champagne and put it beside her, but didn't take a sip.

The girl rested her face and observed the men and women on the dance floor, rubbing each other's bodies intimately.

In a few minutes, the person who was waiting came.

Shi Shiran, a beautifully dressed and scantily clad woman, came out from the dance floor.

She took a young boy's hand, looked around, and then raised her mobile phone and waved it at her—the entire slender arm was exposed, covered with colorful tattoos.

The woman walked straight over with her prey, and sat down on the sofa without seeing anything, poured a glass of spirits, slid her head back into her mouth, and immediately spit it out to the boy beside her.

The shy boy wiped his mouth.

"Hi, are you Yono?"

After teasing this delicious boy, the gorgeous woman turned sideways and spoke loudly into my wife Yuno's ear.

The left hand out of the situation unconsciously caressed the boy's body.

My wife Yuno nodded slightly, and showed her the nickname on the chat software. The mask was still tightly worn on her face.

"I said you, which family's eldest lady are you? You just want to have a good time here, pretending to be reserved..."

The scantily clad girl pouted, muttered a few words of dissatisfaction and persuasion, and showed her arm to my wife Yuno.

"Do you want this kind of tattoo? Old school? New school? Realistic?"

A professional term justifies the woman's status: tattoo artist.

"It's the picture I sent you." My wife Yuno said in a soft voice: "That picture is complete, without errors or incompleteness."

"Don't have mistakes and incompleteness."

My wife Yuno emphasized.

The tattooist curled his lips and squeezed the chest muscles of the boy beside him: "My studio is right next to it, shall we go now?"

My wife Yuno responded, and then pointed to the piles of wine in ice buckets on the table in front of her: "This is... for you."

Ok?

The tattooist turned his head and looked at the wine covered on the table.

There are also salutes less than half a person high on both sides.

The female tattoo artist came down with a smile, waved her hand, called the manager skillfully, and unceremoniously stored all the expensive drinks in her own name.

She especially emphasized: it is in her own name, not that guy Fujimoto Matsu.

If you exist here, you can still enjoy it for a while.

If you put it with your boyfriend, you may be drunk by a certain bitch someday.

"By the way, don't take this... this man. The place where I want to get a tattoo is more private."

My wife, Yuno, was discussing with the young tattoo artist, but the other party refused to give up the tender radish that he had already mastered.

The female tattoo artist raised her eyebrows: "I have an independent space there, don't worry."

"It's better not to, I'm afraid..."

My wife Yuno spoke timidly, with a weak voice, as if she would disappear on the crowded dance floor if she didn't pay attention.

She looks like a young lady who doesn't know much about the world.

The tattooist cursed in dissatisfaction, and while listening to the intense music, he picked up the wine glass and drank heavily.

She fell into the arms of the boy beside her, and the two confirmed their contact information with their mobile phones, and they seemed to have agreed to meet up soon.

"Then I'll go first."

The boy said goodbye to the young tattoo artist shyly and softly. This boy who was in college had no resistance to the female tattoo artist who had already entered the society.

"See you soon, my boy."

After finishing speaking, the two of them remained unwillingly tender in front of my wife Yuno for a long time, until the music above her head changed—she turned around and glared at my wife Yuno angrily.

Missy?

Must be?

Delicate, busy, troublesome and picky...

Oh, I knew it was this kind of person...

Maki grimaced, swirling the ice cubes on his tongue.

……never mind.She gave too much.

My wife Yuno sat in a corner, watching all this quietly.

The two waited quietly for a while, and the female tattooist's boyfriend came back.

He was carrying a bottle of beer, with a fluffy open shirt, shaking it as if he had drunk too much.

"Yeah, Maki, who is this?"

Fujimoto Matsu greeted his girlfriend with the corner of his mouth slanted. When he saw my wife Yuno, the corners of his eyes moved: "Hi~ I'm Fujimoto Matsu."

Saobao's behavior almost put 'I'm not a good person' written on his face.

My wife Yuno said hello timidly.

Maki dragged her boyfriend, and the two of them whispered to each other...

——During the conversation, it seemed that Fujimoto Matsu mentioned something, and his eyes drifted towards my wife Yuno, and while watching, he whispered something to the girlfriend in his arms.

Time moved forward slowly, and the enthusiasm of the music made the crowd even more restless.

My wife Yuno sat there quietly, her legs crossed, her pupils unfocused looking at the boiling desires on the dance floor.

"Hey!"

Whispering in the ear.

At some point, after talking with her boyfriend, Maki quietly sat beside my wife Yuno——

Taking advantage of the girl's inattention, she pulled off her mask!

Very rude behavior.

The strap bounced off with a 'snap', and the girl's gorgeous face was exposed under the flickering lights in astonishment.

With the beat of shaking the heart, the ice and snow melted.

My wife Yuno turned her head and looked at Maki.

"Well, just kidding. Hahahaha!"

Maki shook the mask with his index finger, looked indifferently, and looked back at Fujimoto Matsu——

The latter smiled treacherously and gestured to Maki.

My wife Yuno looked puzzled.

"Let's go, let's take you to my studio."

"By the way, this is my boyfriend. You can always go, right? Or, I can't even bring my own boyfriend back?"

Fujimoto Matsu watched her with a half-smile. "I said, Miss, you have too many demands, don't you?"

My wife Yuno hesitated again and again, and finally nodded.

Seeing this, Maki directly reached out and grabbed my wife Yuno's hand, and without any explanation, pulled the girl to stand up and walked out of the nightclub.

Fujimoto Matsu smiled slightly with his mouth slanted, straightened his belt, and got up to follow behind.

Huh?

"what is this?"

Fujimotomatsu bent down, and pulled out a... diary from the gap in the sofa?

Journal?

Finding the girl whose diary was missing, she ran back in a small step, snatched the diary from Fujimoto Matsu, bowed her head, thanked him shyly, then turned around to chase after Maki.

Fujimoto shrugged and followed.

Suddenly, a rush of footsteps came from behind the three of them.

"Sorry ma'am, are you leaving?"

The manager who watched for a long time was late.

Since today was the weekend, there were too many things to deal with, and he turned around by accident, only to find that the eldest lady was about to leave with a stranger.

Are you so foolish?

He hurried down the stairs and stopped my wife Yuno at the door.

Seeing the girl with her face completely exposed, even the well-informed manager froze for a moment.

So beautiful.

"Hi, what's the matter? I've already paid for the drink." My wife Yuno still bowed politely.

"No... I want to say, that..." The manager looked at Maki and Fujimoto Matsu with a bad look on the side, and swallowed.