Reborn with Naruto In Tokyo, Japan

"Osaka 36-21..."

Looking at the slowly moving vehicle, Takeo Moribe narrowed his eyes.

You can't go wrong, it's the car I saw that night.

But this is the Chuo District, not the Tennoji District where his home is located. Sadly, even then, Takeo Moribe did not dare to determine whether the person sitting above was his wife.

The Mitsubishi drove very slowly, very slowly, and Takeo Moribe could keep up with just walking slowly.

Crossing the central street and entering the lanes between the blocks, there are fewer and fewer vehicles driving here, and the types of surrounding shops have become more and more ambiguous. It appeared that Takeo Moribe's heart sank more and more as he advanced.

Finally, under his desperate gaze, Mitsubishi stopped in front of a love hotel with exaggerated exterior decoration. Different from other hotels, the exterior decoration of love hotel is very visually impactful, and most of them are deliberately decorated with the feeling of a medieval castle.

Moribu clenched his fists, and the ferocious flames almost burst out of his veins.

The main driver on the left got off a man, tall and slender, looking like Johnny's idol.

"Should kill..."

A hot woman came down from the co-pilot on the right. Takeo Moribe was familiar, very familiar, but... Is it Makoto Kawazu?

Kawazu Makoto?

Takeo Moribe stood there in astonishment, watching the two walk into the love hotel.

Kawazu Masumi is the best friend of his "lover", and also a high school classmate of Takeo Moribe. The marriage between Takeo Moribe and his wife is still a bridge in the middle. Takeo Moribe has always been very grateful to this old classmate, not to Masumi Kawazu. Fortunately, he has not been able to marry such a beautiful and moving wife.

"What the **** does this happen."

But why did Kawajin Masumi and the car owner walk into the love hotel? It shouldn't be... no, it's not even his own wife.

After thinking about it, Takeo Moribe clenched the phone tightly, but resisted the urge to set the love hotel on fire.

He still has Kazuma Sumi's phone number in his mobile phone. When he calls Kazuma Sumi tomorrow, he will ask him clearly!

The next day, on the weekend morning, in a cafe in the central district, the cafe was covered with tan wallpaper, and the rich coffee aroma permeated the room.

"You two, please take your time."

Two cups of pour-over coffee were placed in front of the two of them.

Kawazu Masumi was sitting by the window of the cafe, her eyes were a little puzzled, and she looked at Takeo Moribe opposite with disdain deep in her eyes.

This morning, this honest classmate called her to ask her out, saying that there was something very important.

"What do you want to say when you asked me out today?" Kawazu Masumi put her bag on the chair and looked at the time on her watch, "I have something to do at noon, so let's make a long story short."

In her words, she could not hear the politeness and friendship among the old classmates at all. It was all cold and indifferent, as if a wooden sculpture was sitting in front of her.

Kawajin Masumi was in the class in middle school and belonged to the class of good looks, but the ruthless years do not care how beautiful you were in the past. Thirty years old may be the pinnacle of a man's career, appearance, and money, but for most people For women, it is a period of rapid decline in appearance.

She had thick makeup on her face, and it could be seen that she was trying hard to paint fresh and light makeup, but she couldn't help but apply more grease and powder to hide the time changes on the corners of her eyes and the lines of tears.

After thanking the waiter who handed over the coffee, Takeo Moribe was sitting on a chair. He crossed his fingers and said, "Excuse me... were you in the Chuo area last night?"

Kawajin Masumi raised her eyebrows: "I live in the central district, what do you think?"

"I mean, last night you were in a white Mitsubishi car with an Osaka license plate..."

Before Takeo Moribe had finished speaking, Masumi Kawazu interrupted him in dissatisfaction: "What does this have to do with you."

"Of course it has something to do with me." Takeo Moribe's voice suddenly rose, "A few days ago, my wife, your best friend Reiko was also sitting in that car, who is he, you and What does it matter to him?"

As for Moribu's words, Kawajin Masumi had a funny expression on her face, and there was a sneer at the corner of her mouth: "Then go and ask her in person, what's the use of asking me."

It's really funny, Kawajin Masumi couldn't help laughing out loud, Moribu is really a tortoise boy, you have the ability to ask Reiko face to face, why ask me.

But Takeo Moribe's next sentence caught Ma Sumi by surprise.

"I..." Takeo Moribe narrowed his eyes and struggled inwardly and said, "If you don't tell me, I will tell your husband about you."

Masumi's husband, Takeo Moribe, doesn't know him well, and he doesn't have any contact information, but it's enough to scare people.

This was the first time Moribu had threatened others with words, and he was also his acquaintance, which made him feel a vague sense of unease in his heart.

"You dare!" Kawazu Masumi stood up abruptly, glaring at Takeo Moribe.

"..."

Takeo Moribe didn't speak, but it was this wordless silence that made Kawazu Masumi hesitantly sit down again.

It was a mistake to promise today.

"What do you want to know?" Masumi Kawazu had an angry expression on her face, apparently provoked by Takeo Moribe.

"About that man and my wife..." Takeo Moribe said painfully, "I already know about Kameda."

Hearing that Takeo Moribu also said Kameda's name, the sneering smile on Kawazu Masumi's face became more obvious.

"Okay, then I'll tell you all." She looked at the Osaka city street view outside the window, "Where did I tell you, tsk, what a bad debt."

"The one who drove was Yu Zhaoyan, the Cowherd in the Cowherd's shop. Lizi and I both met him in the Cowherd's shop. As for Kameda, although I heard Lizi say it, how could Lizi have a relationship with Kameda? Together, you have to ask your lovely wife yourself."

"Also, why do you think Lizi is such a beautiful person, why did you see nothing in the past, only the one who made promises?"

Kawajin Masumi laughed as she spoke: "It's not because of the old fashioned, all the men who know Reiko know what kind of person Reiko is, so Reiko asked me to help me find someone who doesn't know her, but in the Of all the people I know, you're the most honest one, and it's a perfect fit."

"Do you think that Reiko is only related to Kameda and Hanyu? Asahara said that there are also the boss of Xinqing Construction, the president of Fangmoto Industry, and the general manager of Zuodu Electric, all of whom are Reiko's concubine."

"All of them are big people with heads and faces. Unlike you, who are plain looking and have no advantages other than being honest, Hanyu, who drives a Mitsubishi, has no money, but he is handsome."

"But I have to admire Lizi's ability. Not only did she keep these concubines unaware of each other, but she kept it a secret until now."

Every time Kawazu Masumi said a word, Takeo Moribe's fist clenched.

Looking at Takeo Moribe's silent appearance, Kawazu Masumi said more and more vigorously, and she enjoyed this kind of sadistic pleasure.

"Now you already know how many big names there are, and some of them are well-known in Osaka, so her situation of concealing each other is very special, you know?"

"If you want to divorce Lizi and detonate these things, even if one of these big people doesn't want to let her go, have you thought about the consequences? Can you afford the big consequences?"

"And do you think that as a husband, you can avoid their revenge?"

"This is your catastrophe~www.NovelMTL.com~ No one can change it. God made you bear it, do you still want to go against the will of God?"

"This is how modern society is. The fittest survives. If you don't have brains, you will be eliminated and bullied. Do you understand? Who makes you not only brainless but also incompetent?"

After speaking in one breath, Kawazu Masumi licked her lips thirsty and took a sip of coffee. She leaned back on the chair, stretched her body, and couldn't hide her pride in her smile.

"Are you finished?" Takeo Moribe's calm face did not show any fluctuations.

"After speaking, these words are my advice to you as her best friend, both for her safety and for your safety, just remember it." Hejin Masumi looked at this cowardly man with disdain, and the previous In the same way, Takeo Moribe is a cowardly turtle boy.

But if it wasn't for the turtle man, her best friend wouldn't be looking for an honest man like him.

Kawazu Masumi stood up with her bag in her hand. After scolding for a while, she felt much better.

"It's good to say it."

Takeo Moribe also stood up. He pinched the cuffs of his right hand with three fingers in his left hand, and meticulously tidying up. He stretched out his right hand and touched Kawazu Masumi's face like a fly.

"Let's go."

The greasy head that was covered with fat and powder could not hide it, and turned around. One circle, two circles, three circles. Zhenshoumei's neck was twisted into a twist. His body slammed against the wall like a piece of make-up pork.

"Crack."

The tan walls of the cafe have been stripped down to pieces of oppressive red and black.

"Kill, kill, kill!"

"Ah ah ah!!"