The other world starts with debt

"It's painful, it's not an illusion ..." Ing Shima Tonhiro touched her swollen cheek, "His -that is ..."

The heavy tears rotated in the eyes, and Yuedao Matsushima wiped down some tries, with a bit of sweetness in bitterness.

Deep in his heart, Yuedao Satonuso couldn't laugh and couldn't laugh, and he couldn't cry. Inner struggle, like a silent battlefield, emotions are intertwined into a difficult net.

The lights were not turned on in the bedroom, and it was dark. In the silent room, Yuedao Satonuso slowly stepped on the foot of the bed, watching the beautiful figure on the bed facing him.

Holding his mouth, his voice seemed to be stuck at his throat, and he couldn't spit out. In the end, he finally spoke. After all, the hope of recovery is in front of him, he can't refuse.

"Kyoko ..."

Without any response, only silence was left, and Yueshima Songichiro was not surprised. He sat gently on the soft bed and pushed a collapse.

"Gongzi, are you ... is it true?"

Lying on the bed, Yuedao Kyoko, who had opened his red eyes because of his husband's arrival, closed his eyes again.

In the heart, she was cutting the sharp blade and tearing her heart heavy, which made her feel almost unable to breathe.

‘Well ...’ I sighed inside, Yuedao Kyoko already knew the decision made by her husband. He really loved a woman named Yuedao Kyoko, but he loved the man named Yueshima Shima!

For a long time, Kyoko Kyoko, who was silent for a long time, stretched his body and sat on the bed.

"Matsukuro ..." The original crispy and magnetic voice was slightly hoarse at this time. "Tomorrow night, you stay at home!"

"..." Yuedao Shima Shiguro watched his wife's back. He knew very much about Kyoko Miyoshima that Yuedao Gongzi had made a decision, and she was willing to help him!

"Is it the boy named Ito stop?"

Yuedao Kyoko lay back on the bed again. When she informed her husband's answer, her complex emotions kept rolling. The joy of meat ...

All kinds of emotions are constantly combining, stirring, and turning into tears of gently trembling, and eventually become a relieved sigh.

‘Since you decide to do it, do n’t think so much ...’

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In the bathroom next to the study, the bright lights are shining on the bright tiles, and the light reflection makes the small toilet compartment open.

On the toilet lid, at this time, a man with a suit was sitting. Each line on the suit was ironed straight and folds, and the hair that was neatly sorted out with the wax of the hair was shiny under the light.

Why are anyone still wearing a suit at home?

Perhaps the answers of others will be a hobby, and Yuedao Songichiro will give a firm answer: in order to be a real man!

"嘣∽"

The sound of hitting the chair and the ground will be shocked by Yuedao Shimami, who is sitting on the toilet cover, and listening to the movement in the study. However, since the sound of the sound, a long time has never come.

‘Nothing happens! ‘Moon Island Songichiro was a little worried about Miyao Toshima. After a few minutes, there was still no movement in the study. Just when Yuedao Songichiro got up and planned to check the situation.

“嗯∽哼！”悦耳妩媚的轻吟声，仿佛一把沉重的锤子，将他的双腿死死地钉住。

Yuedao Satsukuro sat on the toilet lid weakly, but his whole body was full of huge energy. The boiling blood scrambled around the body and gradually condensed to the lower abdomen.

Originally calm and serious, at first glance, it was a social elite. Yuedao Shima Shiro, who was a successful person, was quite embarrassed at this time.

Yuedao Songichiro lowered his head, feeling the body's gradually irritability, and ... the unprecedented movement of the suit and trousers.

Turning out a ugly smile, tears dripped on his trousers along his cheeks, so that he had to wipe it, but accidentally unlocked the belt.

In a pot of green plants in the study, her huge leaves were continuously patted by the water droplets from where they did not know where they came from.

The beautiful and pleasant women's tone rang with the regular beats, which stimulated Yuedao Shimamsushima Yinjiro's heart to jump wildly, dopamine secreted crazy, and the soul seemed to sing with confusing singing. Step.

"Kyoko ..." He whispered his wife's name, and Yueshima Songichiro quietly shed turbid tears.

"Hmm ... waste ... Matsuyaro ... it's a waste, um,"

The sudden abuse did not make Yueshima Songichiro feel humiliated, but it was like being beaten as an adrenaline, and he looked up again!

"Kyoko, Kyoko, Kyoko ..."

Obviously it has made a decision, it doesn't matter if the wife hates hate himself, but why, why, why! Will I be so painful? Why feel happy again! Why!

Suddenly, Yuedao Shima Yichiro stared sharply with his eyes, and his heart was complicated to extreme emotions. In the end, "Matsukuro, I'm so good -lucky now, so happy!"

The poisonous snake in his heart opened the blood of the blood, and gave Yuedao Songichiro a fatal blow.

Nympho

"Gongzi ... Forgive me, so you and I can get 'lucky' blessings!" With a low whisper, this narrow toilet compartment returned to calm again.

Although the restroom returned to calm, the concert in the study next door continued.

Ito Yuezhi, a ‘lucky’ fan, was able to receive music and dance instruction from the school’s famous cold beauty Tsukishima Morisai at close range.

Her body twisted to the beat of the music, and every movement was smooth and full of tension. After dancing for a long time, her soft skin was covered with sweat. Some tiny beads of sweat, like shining gems inlaid on her skin, reflected a little light as she danced.

She showed Ito Yuezhi her perfect dancing posture.

However, after the high-intensity twisting, Tsukishima Kyoko, who was good at dancing, still exhausted her physical strength and could only helplessly rely on Ito’s brother to support her and rest.

"Sensai..."

"Call me Kyoko..." Tsukishima Kyoko's slender jade fingers gently blocked Ito Yuezhi's open lips, "Azhi, I'll call you that!"

When Ito Yuezhi nodded, Tsukishima Kyoko stretched out her other jade hand, and her two white and smooth arms wrapped around Ito Yuezhi's slender neck, and her head nestled on his delicate collarbone.

"I'm tired, there are fans in my bedroom, can you take the initiative to feed me fried noodles all night..."

No words, only the tense muscles told Tsukishima Kyoko the answer, fried noodles with chicken are delicious!

After Ito Yuezhi left with Tsukishima Kyoko, a man came into the hot and sticky study. Tsukishima Songichiro had adjusted himself and returned to the look of a meticulous, serious and successful person.

Smelling the strong smell of arginine in the study, Tsukishima Songichiro quietly cleaned up, took out the linen he brought, and silently wiped the wet desk.

Time flies, Tsukishima Matsuichiro sits on the sofa, staring at the clock quietly, counting in his heart.

"Almost..." After noticing the movement in his and his wife's bedroom, Tsukishima Matsuichiro stood up from the sofa and walked to the bedroom door quietly with silent steps.

"Bang bang" Tsukishima Matsuichiro knocked on the door and called softly, "Kyoko..."

"..."

Ito Yuezhi sat up silently from the bed, pushed the exhausted Tsukishima Kyoko, and said softly.

"Kyoko, you should explain..."

Ito Yuezhi, who has been in sage mode for a while, found that this matter was a bit strange and quickly sorted out his thoughts.

First of all, Tsukishima Kyoko may have known that her husband is a self-disciplined master for a long time, and is willing to cooperate to help her husband with self-discipline.

And the candidate for the self-discipline assistant they are looking for is Ito Yuezhi, otherwise Ito Yuezhi can't explain why Tsukishima Kyoko prepared safety measures in advance, and her husband showed up after the exercise.

All this was too coincidental.

When Tsukishima Matsuichiro called her, Tsukishima Kyoko's confused mind slowly began to wake up.

She forced herself to turn over, and the beautiful scenery hidden in the quilt was generously displayed in front of Ito Yuezhi again.

"Matsuichiro, Azhi already knows about the matter, you can drive Azhi home later!"

After shouting twice with great effort, Tsukishima Kyoko looked at Ito Yuezhi in a daze.

"Azhi, take me to the bathroom in the bedroom to wash!"

Chapter 41 Very moist

It was already one o'clock in the morning, and the lights on both sides of the street were sparse, leaving only a few street lights emitting faint light.

A car was driving slowly on this quiet street, and the friction between the wheels and the ground was particularly clear in this quiet night.

Sitting in the back seat, Ito Yuezhi and Tsukishima Matsuichiro, who was driving in front, maintained a subtle atmosphere, and an awkward atmosphere permeated between the two.

Suddenly, Tsukishima Matsuichiro spoke up, breaking the stalemate.

"Xiaozhi... Can I call you that?"

"As you like, Mr. Tsukishima." Ito Yuezhi said in a low voice. After all, he just talked to someone's wife... ahem, and now he was talking to her husband in the same car. In short, he felt uncomfortable.

"Just call me Matsuichiro."

"Okay, Mr. Matsuichiro."

"..." Tsukishima Matsuichiro seemed to want to say something, but stopped.

The mature and serious Tsukishima Matsuichiro's hesitant attitude made Ito Yuezhi curious about what he wanted to say.

He secretly used the ring to spy, but heard an idea that made him feel weird, 'How can I get Xiaozhi to come to my house more often? '

Sure enough, the brain circuits of the self-disciplined master cannot be understood by people who are not of the same kind.

After a moment of silence, Tsukishima Matsuichiro spoke again.

"Xiaozhi, what do you think of Kyoko?"

"...very smooth," Ito Yuezhi, who knew his intention, immediately said the result he wanted to hear.

But he never thought that he would make things worse. Tsukishima Songichiro suddenly stepped on the accelerator, and Ito Yuezhi was shocked to think that he was going to drag him to death together.

Fortunately, it was just a false alarm, and Tsukishima Songichiro quickly released the accelerator.

"Sorry, Xiaozhi, I'm a little excited."

"It's okay."

Looking at Tsukishima Songichiro curling up a little embarrassedly, his face flushed. Ito Yuezhi's eyes became more and more weird.

"Xiaozhi, in fact, I am often not at home because of work, and I don't have time to accompany Kyoko, so Kyoko often feels lonely..."

"Ah...right."

"Ahem, so, Xiaozhi, come to my house often when you are free and spend more time with Kyoko."

“…” Ito Yuezhi didn’t want to say anything anymore. It’s a state of mind for a person to be so self-disciplined.

“I will…”

The trees on the roadside swayed gently in the breeze, and the leaves and branches rubbed against each other, making a rustling sound.

Arriving at the small park, Ito Yuezhi asked Tsukishima Matsuichiro to drop him off here.

“Goodbye, Mr. Matsuichiro.”

“Goodbye, Xiaozhi… Remember to come often!”

“…”

Ito Yuezhi didn’t pick up his phone until the red taillights on the black car disappeared into the darkness.

‘Alas, it’s so late, I missed Sister Aso, I hope she won’t be too angry…’

Clicking on the Line interface, sure enough, the red unread mark was shining brightly in the darkness.

“Alas!”

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Aso Miyuri (little landlord): [Are you not back yet? Ito-kun. ] (Read) “23:09”

Aso Miyuri (little landlord): [Ito-kun? 】(read) "23:40"

Aso Miyuri (landlord): [Ito, you must have forgotten! Smile.jpg](read) "0:12"

Aso Miyuri (landlord): [Stinky Ito, bad Ito, dare not reply to your sister's message? 】(read) "0:12"

...

Then there was a string of messages expressing the same meaning of Aso Miyuri, I am very angry now!

Until the last message...

Aso Miyuri (landlord): [Ito, why didn't you reply to my message, didn't something happen? ! 】(read) "1:12"

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Ito Yuezhi hurriedly checked the time, 1:15, 3 minutes had passed, and hurriedly called Aso Sayuri.

"Beep-beep-"

"Hello, Ito, you didn't have it, did you?" Aso Miyuri's running voice came from the other end of the phone, with a hurried and anxious voice.

"Ms. Aso, I'm fine. I just got home."

"Hoo-hoo-hoo" The noise on the other end of the phone gradually slowed down. It was obvious that Aso Miyuri slowly stopped running and took a deep breath.