The American Scripture

On the show, Hashimoto Garden unreservedly stated that Zhen Fan is the image of a prince in his mind, which makes many people who expect Zhen Fan and Hashimoto Garden Prince and Princess to live happily together. After a night of excitement on the Internet, it became a hot headline on major websites the next day-the love of the prince and the princess. Okay, this is just the Japanese yy. After filming the talk show, what should everyone do or do.

It’s just that after watching this TV talk show last night, a'woman' did it all night. When she went to the hotel to work in the morning, she was teased by her colleagues. Michi Kikuko felt a little empty in her heart. I don't want to care, but the more I let myself not care, the more I care about it.

The prince and princess are together, and she is just Cinderella. The best spouse of the prince should be the princess. Hashimoto Garden is the princess, and she is Cinderella. She does not have crystal shoes or a luxury carriage for her short-term use to participate in the prince’s ball. She cannot be on the dance floor with the prince. Dancing in the air.

Feeling very sad, Michi Kikuko decided to stop thinking about this person. She kept admonishing herself that this is just a non-∷, m. often illusory thing, but a thing that exists in the cartoon. Just forget him, she clenched her fists, and secretly shouted "Come on" for herself.

For the whole day, she had no thoughts, she was in a daze when she was at work, and was almost caught by the manager. When she was making coffee, she almost spilled coffee on her colleagues. What's more outrageous is that she forgot her mobile phone. At the front desk, he actually took it and chased out the guests. Said that the customer forgot the phone.

"You are very absent today, these days. What's wrong with you? Or take a leave of absence, if you are sick!" The colleagues saw that Miike Kikuko was absent-minded. Some worrying said to her, "It's always like this. Sooner or later the president finds out, and then he will be expelled."

"I'm sorry, I caused you trouble!" Michi Kikuko just said sorry, but there was no change in the slightest. Seeing her like this, colleagues had to shake their heads and stopped persuading her.

It's finally time to get off work. Miike Kikuko changed clothes, came out of the hotel, carrying her small handbag, her skirt just covered her knees, just looking at her small'legs', she looked very slender, beautifully curved, and white and tender. Her skin shows her charm.

"Hey. Little sister, are you a student?" Suddenly a skinny old man in his sixties, dressed in a traditional Japanese kimono, appeared in front of her, squinting at Miike Kikuko. He smiled and said, "Are you a college student? Do you have a student ID, I'm a photographer. I want to find a college student model, I think you have a very good figure. Can you be my model? I will give you generous rewards Yes!" This person stopped Miike Kikuko's path.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'm not a student!" Miike Kikuko bowed slightly to the old man, and planned to walk past him. She didn't know that the old man didn't give up, and she turned her body sideways and stopped Miike. Kikuko's path continued to look at Miike Kikuko's face with a smile.

"Looks very good. Be my model. Not a student. This is my business card. I am an amazing photographer. I have been taking photos of the "female" series recently. I think you fit my mind very well. The standard in China will not delay you for a long time. Two hours is enough, and I can pay you this number!” The old man said as he stretched out two fingers, his thin fingers swayed in the air , "Twenty thousand yen, how?"

Of course 20,000 yen is nothing. It may be enough for the average student girl, because these student girls let these old men who think they are photographers take ‘sexual’ photos at this price. They mainly make zero ‘spending’ money, anyway they just take pictures of ‘sex’.

If you want to ‘dew’ points, you have to add money. The price will jump directly from 20,000 yen to 50,000 yen. If you want to take photos or videos of getting in bed, the price will jump from 50,000 yen to more than 100,000 yen. Some students have quoted Two hundred thousand yen, which is equivalent to the price of a professional female y.

"I'm sorry, I don't do these things, I'm going home, I'm sorry!" Miike Kikuko still bowed to the old man, trying to bypass the old man again, but was stopped by the old man again. Obviously the old man did not give up His vision is really good. Miike Kikuko is a rare beautiful woman in Japan, because she only wears light makeup, it seems that this beauty is even more touching.

"No, no, no, beautiful lady, you are indeed very suitable to be a model. Your figure is so good. Don’t waste such a good condition given to you by God. If you don’t let your beauty be shared with the world , This is a crime. Look at our national "female" God Hashimoto Garden, you have a figure and face that is not inferior to her." The old man continued to fool Miike Kikuko, "Promise, as long as you pick it up Pass this business card, then a whole new world will open the big'door' to you, and your world will take on a whole new look, instead of a nine-to-five life. Let the boredom smooth your body."

Hashimoto Garden? Miike Kikuko was stunned. How could this name be so familiar? By the way, this is the "female" **** of the Japanese people. This time the name stung Miike Kikuko a bit, so she was stunned. The old man thought that Miike Kikuko was thinking about agreeing, so he was overjoyed, decided to work harder, and said: "Yes, you even have better physical conditions than Hashimoto Garden, and I... is the best in Japan. A famous photographer, as long as you agree to cooperate with me, I will make you the new "female" **** of the Japanese people, how about it? Promise it!" He said that he would reach out to Lameike Kikuko.

"Ah -" Michi Kikuko was touched by the old man, she retracted like an electric shock, took a step back, and said to him in horror, "No, no, no, I won't do this, I I don't want to be a model, please let me go over, please? I beg you!" Then he bowed to the old man again.

The old man grinned and wanted to say something, but suddenly he was slapped on the shoulder, and a voice came over: "I'm sorry, sir, do you have anything to pester this'woman'?" Slap immediately kneeled the old man directly on the ground, almost limp.

He didn’t understand English, but the man’s strength was too great, and he didn’t have a reason, so he hurriedly crawled and galloped forward. He didn’t expect to catch one on the road. The hook of the pole hooked his'trousers' off one side, and'exposed' the skirt of the'girl' student's sailor suit worn inside.

"It turned out to be a pervert!" The man shook his head, and then reached out to Miike Kikuko, "Are you okay?"

A very familiar voice, yes, this voice has appeared in her dreams, in her own meditations, and even appeared just now. Michi Kikuko did not dare to lift her head, she was afraid that the voice was not too good. Really, he bowed to Zhen Fan and was speechless for a long time.

Zhen Fan stretched out her hand to hold her hand and looked at it. Michi Kikuko was already in tears, she couldn't help but smiled and said, "Don't be like that. I went to the hotel where you worked just now and said you have gone. ...I just walked over here to try my luck. Back in Japan again, I think I should come and see you. You are my friend, aren't you?"

"Yes, yes!" Meichi Juzi stood straight and bowed to Zhen Fan, but she didn't know what to say or what to do, she looked straight at Zhen Fan. My head couldn't react a little.

"Let's go, take me to eat the special'color' snacks here, I will leave tomorrow, I just think, come and see you when I leave!" Zhen Fan said, reaching out to Mei Chi Juzi. Hold it gently, "Let’s go, I heard that there is a sushi restaurant here, I like sushi, and... Will there be geisha performances in Tokyo? I have never seen it before, do you want to see... …Is the sashimi really delicious? I have to learn...maybe I can serve you someday..."

Along the way, the two people kept chatting. At first, Zhen Fan kept looking for topics to eliminate Michi Kikuko’s restrained feelings. Later, Michi Kikuko started to let go of emotions and laughed constantly in Zhen Fan’s several jokes. Then, they kept screaming, and the two people ate from one side of the street to the other, tasting various snacks and drinking a lot of sake.

"I didn't... I didn't expect you to come, you... so handsome!" Michi Kikuko was a little drunk, she was'fascinated', she was very courageous, and she reached out her hand to'touch' Zhen Fan's Face, "I have dreamed of this face several times..." She swayed against Zhen Fan as she walked.

Zhen Fan wanted to go back to the hotel, but he was still afraid that Michi Kikuko would be outside, so he stretched out his hand and stopped a taxi: "Do you speak English?"

"Yes, where is it?" the driver asked.

"Chrysanthemum~www.wuxiaspot.com~Where do you live?" Zhen Fan asked quickly. While Michi Chrysanthemum was still awake, Michi Chrysanthemum muttered a place name from his mouth, and the driver immediately nodded and said. "I know that place!" He drove away as he said, and arrived in a while.

Holding Miike Kikuko to the'door', Zhen Fan'fetched' a bunch of keys from her handbag. It was easy to find the key to the room's door. Open the door and go in, Miike Kikuko's house It is relatively small and belongs to a typical room in Tokyo, Japan. The entire space is less than 30 square meters, but there is a ‘bed’, a desk, a small kitchen and a toilet. I really don't know how to live. Zhen Fan couldn't help shaking his head.

Putting Michi Kikuko on the ‘bed’, Zhen Fan could have made her more sober, but he did not do so, because he knew that Michi Kikuko was deliberately drunk, so he satisfied her wish. Sitting next to her, looking at this "female" child. Very cute "girl" child.

"Zhen...you...beautiful...I saw you, on TV...Prince...My prince..." Michi Kikuko was talking intermittently, her eyes closed, as if she was talking," But... but I'm Cinderella... Cinderella... I... miss you..." As he said, there was no sound. Two lines of tears were very clear on her white face. ;