At noon, Naga went to the ramen shop that Kazumi often visited for lunch and then went to his new home for two people, where there were still only a few decoration workers.
The afternoon work can only be put aside. If he can't get Mijiu's news, he can't get any motivation for anything.
That feeling is like a part of the heart being pulled out, hanging in an unsupported vacuum, making people feel exhausted
I took a nap in the car, and the weather began to become stuffy. I didn't dare to close the window and turn on the air conditioner. Eventually, he couldn't really fall asleep. His confused consciousness was awakened by a strange phone call at around half past 1:00
Hello, is it Mengyejun? It's me. If it's convenient for Xinxiang Akiko, please come to the top floor of XX Group Building before 2:30 to find me and he wants to see you
Parent company Ah, Naga hung up the phone and smiled bitterly. He had been there several times, but it was limited to giving a report on the third floor. As for the top floor, he never thought that he would go up one day.
Come on, no matter what, he can't adjust his mood before these things are resolved
After taking a few deep breaths, Naga closed the window and started the car to drive towards the skyscraper located in the golden area.
I don't know if it is because of the most primitive reproductive worship, buildings standing tall in the city often become symbols of a certain area. The huge buildings standing hard always remind Naiga of huge penis loaded with human arrogance, stretching towards the sky that tolerate everything, and working hard to show the tiny and majestic shore.
If these tall buildings symbolize male roots, then the people walking in it are sperm swimming waiting for the ejaculation. With such absurd idea, Naga walked into the cement city totem that reflected the dazzling sunshine.
He was a little surprised. The one who sat on the sofa in the hall waiting to greet him was Tsukamoto Sayaga, who was transferred back not long ago.
As soon as he saw him, Shayejia's eyes became wet, which was the look of hungry waiting for him to conquer.
With that look, Sha Yejia led him to the elevator, and his plump buttocks wrapped in a narrow skirt twisted sexyly with the steps of the high heels, pushing the silver-gray fabric into an attractive ups and downs.
If it was earlier, Naga would have been unable to help but get into the elevator.
But now he doesn't have this mood. His brain, which is not idle, has divided more than half of it to worry about Mijiu. The rest of the part is focused on the tension of seeing Mijiu's father.
No matter what, Miku would not leave me with such confidence. Naga finally calmed down before the elevator reached the top floor.
Outside the open elevator door, Akiko Xinxiang stood beside the red carpet. She nodded in the sand and took over the responsibility of leading the road, leading him all the way to the largest house door at the end.
After knocking on the door, a beautiful girl who looked like a high school student walked out with a flush on her face and a lazy look that was unique to sex. She looked at Naga boldly and sneered, then hurriedly wiped off a trace of white marks flowing from the corner of her mouth, and walked quickly towards the elevator in her slippers.
It's really an energetic old man Ah. For no reason, Naga's mood relaxed a little more. The feeling that he felt like he was about to see the same kind made him lose a lot of inferiority.
After the door opened, Akiko did not follow him, but nodded to him outside the door and made a gesture of inviting him to enter.
Such a separate meeting was exactly what Naga wanted. He left a smile for Akiko and walked in with great strides.
The furnishings inside the door were much simpler than he had guessed
There is a huge landscape painting hanging on the wall facing the entrance. I have no idea about classical ink paintings. Naga can only guess that it is probably a very expensive pen.
With the open door as the boundary, the house is strangely divided into two completely different decorations: Western and He style.
The floor is raised on one side of the He style, and the simple tatami with traditional handicrafts are laid out, like a specially designed four-and-a-half tea room. There are quaint tea sets, low tables, and brocade cushions in the center.
On the other side are simple terrazzo floor tiles, with bookshelf placed beside the door leading to the inner room in the corner, and next to the bookshelf are sofas and tea tables that look a little old.
It seems that Mr. Fujikawa does not work here, there are no office supplies in the house, and the bookshelf is full of books and ancient scrolls that are not related to business.
The person should be in the inner room, Naga cleared his throat and said: I'm disturbed, I'm Naga Mino
A low answer came from the inside: Come in
Walking to the small door, Naga took off her shoes and stepped on the tatami
The inner room is a classical and room that gives people a sense of historical time travel. Apart from a laptop computer placed on a low table, there is almost no modern thing. Even the lewd props placed next to the cushion are also an ancient male root made of jade.
I guess that thing was still stuck in the beautiful girl's body not long ago, with a layer of transparent body fluid wrapped in the uneven hard surface, shining
There is only a small window in the house. Although it is an antique wooden structure with upper and lower upper structures, it is still located on the high floor. You can still see an extra layer of tempered glass windows for protection outside the window.
Just like solid and advanced modern technology, it is struggling to protect the passing tradition
Kengo Fujikawa sat under the window, his upper kimono was open, revealing his strong brown chest. His skin was not very loose and his muscles looked very strong. Unlike Naga's imagined obesity, he was just slightly fat. Even if he sat there, he looked particularly strong.
Unlike the serious and gloomy expression published in the magazine, Fujikawa looked at Naga, and he looked more like an ordinary middle-aged man when facing a guy who was about to marry his daughter.
Some are unwilling and some are relieved. The rest are strictly examined
Sitting Fujikawa stretched out his hand, stood up and walked back to the low table, tidied his hands and sat down
Naga nodded, and knelt in the same correct posture in the past, looking respectfully at the man opposite, Miku's father
Miku's facial features still have a shadow of his father. Fujikawa, who is nearly old, can still see the traces of handsome handsomeness when he was young. Similar eyebrows and eyes are beautiful and energetic in Miku's soft face shape. On Fujikawa's masculine national face, it combines completely different meanings.
Drinking tea, pick up the purple clay teapot on the table, Fujikawa poured a full cup for Naga
Naga held it up in both hands and drank it sipped by sip. He was not good at tasting tea, but he still drank the scent of the scent that moistened his throat. Thank you
Both men didn't seem to know how to get into the topic. After Naga thanked him, a brief silence appeared in the room.
On the way here, Naga had already thought about all kinds of things that might be asked, and also thought about the way to answer.
But he never expected that the first sentence he asked when he saw Mijiu's father was like this.
Mijiu still doesn't know about you and Ashi, right?
Suddenly hearing such a question, Naga suddenly became dry and the answers he had thought turned into a mess. He looked at Fujikawa nervously and found that the other party's expression was still very calm, as if he was talking about something very ordinary
Naga gritted her teeth and said: Yes, Miku... Maybe she guessed some other things, but she probably didn't know about Ashi's affairs yet.
The other party is an old fox. Without saying what it was, he only answered with a vague synonym.
Actually, I don't know anything about that child
Fujikawa leaned on his knees, staring at Naga's face half-down. She was willing to get to this point for you, even for her stubbornness, she would stick with it, no matter how hard she worked.
It's me that I'm sorry for her, I... I will treat her well in the future. My palms are sweating, and the other person's eyes are very calm, but it still makes Naga feel invisible pressure.
Nothing worthy of sorry
Fujikawa smiled slightly, and the wrinkles on his face seemed to twist and mock it. It is normal for men to like women. As long as you have the ability, you can naturally enjoy more happiness than incompetent people. It is just a tool to adapt to the changes in the world and use it to bind those mediocre mortals.
He gently knocked on the edge of the table and said in a low voice: Those colorful toys are not worth mentioning. I believe Mijiu would not take it seriously. The special one is just Yashi. They are sisters one year apart. You should already know it.
Naga didn't know how to answer the conversation, so he nodded
Yashi is different from ordinary girls
Fujikawa said slowly, she hated men wholeheartedly, and sometimes I wonder how good it would be if she was a son. In that case, even if her bloodline is not pure, I would be happy to let her inherit more than half of my family business, except for her gender, every bit of her satisfy me.
I was going to recruit my two daughters. I needed a heir named Fujikawa. I was fifty-three years old. My country cousins were staring at the huge cake I cooked in Tokyo. As long as I didn’t have a suitable heir, the group of hungry wolves would rush here immediately and bite off all the flesh and blood, leaving only the residue of Miku and Ashi’s bones.
He said quietly, his eyes fixed on Naga's face. I only have these two daughters. I may not have a son again, but I have a premonition that these two daughters will bring me grandchildren, one with Fujikawa bloodline, who can inherit me.
Is this a promise?
Or temptation?
Naihe was not sure, and the tension was a little relaxed. He quickly calculated in his mind, guessing the intentions of the man in front of him like a business negotiation. Before he could grasp it, he felt that he would be better to remain silent.
Mengo Naga After a few dozen seconds of quiet, Fujikawa's low voice sounded again. Are you willing to be my heir's father?
You mean? Naga's cautious responsive question
The man who can sow seeds in the bodies of the two sisters, you are the only one I need is the son with their sisters' bloodline. I want their surname Fujikawa to be my successor
Fujikawa turned his gaze to the teapot, adding that of course, if your brother is not ready to leave the successor of the Mengno family, you can keep the last name of one son, but only if you have more than two sons
Two... sisters? This doesn't seem like what a father should say, but for some reason, he thought it's normal for Fujikawa to have such a thought
Yes, it's the two sisters
Fujikawa picked up the teacup and took a sip. His eyes looked at Naga through the steam in the cup. Last time Miku and I had a fight on the phone, I hurried to learn about you. Although I acted a little late, I had time to be honest and said, you are not an excellent candidate for the son-in-law of the Fujikawa family. Miku is determined to marry you. The only man Yashi currently does not reject is you. I don’t waste a lot of time on changing my daughter’s idea, so I chose to accept the facts. I don’t mind that my two daughters have a common man. As long as that man is willing to hand it over to my heir to the Fujikawa family.
It seems that today's conversation is more like a deal. Naga's heart calmed down a little, and a smile appeared on the corners of his lips. Miku and Ashi seem to hate you very much. Are you afraid that they will oppose my decision?
Yashi is not that stubborn. She knows what it means to a son named Fujikawa. As for Miku, I believe you can convince her that she has compromised a lot for you. You don’t have to worry. Wait until you have a son and talk to her. At that time, she will definitely compromise with you more.
Fujikawa straightened his waist and looked at Naga with a slightly anticipated look.
Naga could feel that it was not expecting his approval. The old fox was expecting him to make other moves, which was in line with his expectations.
What can I get?
He asked very simply, and he knew Fujikawa was waiting for him to say this. If he hypocritically agreed, the other party would be disappointed. You shouldn't want to say that, allowing me to maintain the current situation of men and women's relationships. This is not a satisfying condition.
Fujikawa smiled and took out a piece of paper printed with lead type from the laptop computer on the low table and handed it to Naga. No oral agreement has any actual effect. There is no actual effect between you and me. There is no sufficient maintenance of the transaction credit relationship. Then, a black-and-white agreement is the most suitable.
He took a sip of tea and said, "I really appreciate your mentality of treating this as a purely traded one. This is exactly what I want."
After browsing it quickly, Naga needs to provide the surnames and right to raise and educate the eldest son and all other sons in any special circumstances. What he can get is a huge wealth that will make him feel like he loses his sense of reality, and also includes such terms. If Kengo Fujikawa is unable to maintain the group operation too early for some reason, Naga can provide at least one future heir, and can serve as the president of the group before the heir becomes an adult.
Judging from Fujikawa's age, this is almost a huge temptation for Naga.
He has an excellent younger brother who is enough to inherit the clan of the Mengno family, and his bloodline can be the master of the Fujikawa family from now on.
He tried hard to prevent himself from being overwhelmed by the great excitement, tried to maintain a calm expression, raised his head and looked at Fujikawa, and said: This is really an agreement that cannot be refused. But if I think about it carefully, if I am willing to marry into a marriage and can convince Miku, I will get these before giving birth to a son, right?
That's right
Fujikawa crossed his hands on the table and looked at him with a smile. If you can convince your future wife to change your surname to Fujikawa, these can belong to you in advance. But believe you can measure it. Which is easier to convince a mother who has just given birth to a child or a woman who has not married you.
OK, you won
Naga shrugged, admitting that the other party had indeed grasped the key
For Fujikawa, what he has done will not change, and what he wants will still be the heirs
But for him, the difficulty is completely different
Fujikawa took out the seal from his sleeve bag and smiled, No, the real winner is you, you got my daughter, you got a lot of beauties, in the future, you will get everything from the Fujikawa family, believe me, your luck makes me envious
It's just that your luck is too bad
Naga stood up, looked at Fujikawa in front of him, and bounced the agreement in his hand with his finger. If you have a son again in the future, I will still not get anything.
He smiled, and then added in a slightly provocative tone, of course, except for what I have already obtained, your two daughters
Fujikawa looked up at him, and the smile in his eyes became stronger
I began to feel sorry for you that you could not marry into your son. Naga
After September, I still want to call you a father. I suppress my ecstasy in my heart. Naga's plain answer
The afternoon work can only be put aside. If he can't get Mijiu's news, he can't get any motivation for anything.
That feeling is like a part of the heart being pulled out, hanging in an unsupported vacuum, making people feel exhausted
I took a nap in the car, and the weather began to become stuffy. I didn't dare to close the window and turn on the air conditioner. Eventually, he couldn't really fall asleep. His confused consciousness was awakened by a strange phone call at around half past 1:00
Hello, is it Mengyejun? It's me. If it's convenient for Xinxiang Akiko, please come to the top floor of XX Group Building before 2:30 to find me and he wants to see you
Parent company Ah, Naga hung up the phone and smiled bitterly. He had been there several times, but it was limited to giving a report on the third floor. As for the top floor, he never thought that he would go up one day.
Come on, no matter what, he can't adjust his mood before these things are resolved
After taking a few deep breaths, Naga closed the window and started the car to drive towards the skyscraper located in the golden area.
I don't know if it is because of the most primitive reproductive worship, buildings standing tall in the city often become symbols of a certain area. The huge buildings standing hard always remind Naiga of huge penis loaded with human arrogance, stretching towards the sky that tolerate everything, and working hard to show the tiny and majestic shore.
If these tall buildings symbolize male roots, then the people walking in it are sperm swimming waiting for the ejaculation. With such absurd idea, Naga walked into the cement city totem that reflected the dazzling sunshine.
He was a little surprised. The one who sat on the sofa in the hall waiting to greet him was Tsukamoto Sayaga, who was transferred back not long ago.
As soon as he saw him, Shayejia's eyes became wet, which was the look of hungry waiting for him to conquer.
With that look, Sha Yejia led him to the elevator, and his plump buttocks wrapped in a narrow skirt twisted sexyly with the steps of the high heels, pushing the silver-gray fabric into an attractive ups and downs.
If it was earlier, Naga would have been unable to help but get into the elevator.
But now he doesn't have this mood. His brain, which is not idle, has divided more than half of it to worry about Mijiu. The rest of the part is focused on the tension of seeing Mijiu's father.
No matter what, Miku would not leave me with such confidence. Naga finally calmed down before the elevator reached the top floor.
Outside the open elevator door, Akiko Xinxiang stood beside the red carpet. She nodded in the sand and took over the responsibility of leading the road, leading him all the way to the largest house door at the end.
After knocking on the door, a beautiful girl who looked like a high school student walked out with a flush on her face and a lazy look that was unique to sex. She looked at Naga boldly and sneered, then hurriedly wiped off a trace of white marks flowing from the corner of her mouth, and walked quickly towards the elevator in her slippers.
It's really an energetic old man Ah. For no reason, Naga's mood relaxed a little more. The feeling that he felt like he was about to see the same kind made him lose a lot of inferiority.
After the door opened, Akiko did not follow him, but nodded to him outside the door and made a gesture of inviting him to enter.
Such a separate meeting was exactly what Naga wanted. He left a smile for Akiko and walked in with great strides.
The furnishings inside the door were much simpler than he had guessed
There is a huge landscape painting hanging on the wall facing the entrance. I have no idea about classical ink paintings. Naga can only guess that it is probably a very expensive pen.
With the open door as the boundary, the house is strangely divided into two completely different decorations: Western and He style.
The floor is raised on one side of the He style, and the simple tatami with traditional handicrafts are laid out, like a specially designed four-and-a-half tea room. There are quaint tea sets, low tables, and brocade cushions in the center.
On the other side are simple terrazzo floor tiles, with bookshelf placed beside the door leading to the inner room in the corner, and next to the bookshelf are sofas and tea tables that look a little old.
It seems that Mr. Fujikawa does not work here, there are no office supplies in the house, and the bookshelf is full of books and ancient scrolls that are not related to business.
The person should be in the inner room, Naga cleared his throat and said: I'm disturbed, I'm Naga Mino
A low answer came from the inside: Come in
Walking to the small door, Naga took off her shoes and stepped on the tatami
The inner room is a classical and room that gives people a sense of historical time travel. Apart from a laptop computer placed on a low table, there is almost no modern thing. Even the lewd props placed next to the cushion are also an ancient male root made of jade.
I guess that thing was still stuck in the beautiful girl's body not long ago, with a layer of transparent body fluid wrapped in the uneven hard surface, shining
There is only a small window in the house. Although it is an antique wooden structure with upper and lower upper structures, it is still located on the high floor. You can still see an extra layer of tempered glass windows for protection outside the window.
Just like solid and advanced modern technology, it is struggling to protect the passing tradition
Kengo Fujikawa sat under the window, his upper kimono was open, revealing his strong brown chest. His skin was not very loose and his muscles looked very strong. Unlike Naga's imagined obesity, he was just slightly fat. Even if he sat there, he looked particularly strong.
Unlike the serious and gloomy expression published in the magazine, Fujikawa looked at Naga, and he looked more like an ordinary middle-aged man when facing a guy who was about to marry his daughter.
Some are unwilling and some are relieved. The rest are strictly examined
Sitting Fujikawa stretched out his hand, stood up and walked back to the low table, tidied his hands and sat down
Naga nodded, and knelt in the same correct posture in the past, looking respectfully at the man opposite, Miku's father
Miku's facial features still have a shadow of his father. Fujikawa, who is nearly old, can still see the traces of handsome handsomeness when he was young. Similar eyebrows and eyes are beautiful and energetic in Miku's soft face shape. On Fujikawa's masculine national face, it combines completely different meanings.
Drinking tea, pick up the purple clay teapot on the table, Fujikawa poured a full cup for Naga
Naga held it up in both hands and drank it sipped by sip. He was not good at tasting tea, but he still drank the scent of the scent that moistened his throat. Thank you
Both men didn't seem to know how to get into the topic. After Naga thanked him, a brief silence appeared in the room.
On the way here, Naga had already thought about all kinds of things that might be asked, and also thought about the way to answer.
But he never expected that the first sentence he asked when he saw Mijiu's father was like this.
Mijiu still doesn't know about you and Ashi, right?
Suddenly hearing such a question, Naga suddenly became dry and the answers he had thought turned into a mess. He looked at Fujikawa nervously and found that the other party's expression was still very calm, as if he was talking about something very ordinary
Naga gritted her teeth and said: Yes, Miku... Maybe she guessed some other things, but she probably didn't know about Ashi's affairs yet.
The other party is an old fox. Without saying what it was, he only answered with a vague synonym.
Actually, I don't know anything about that child
Fujikawa leaned on his knees, staring at Naga's face half-down. She was willing to get to this point for you, even for her stubbornness, she would stick with it, no matter how hard she worked.
It's me that I'm sorry for her, I... I will treat her well in the future. My palms are sweating, and the other person's eyes are very calm, but it still makes Naga feel invisible pressure.
Nothing worthy of sorry
Fujikawa smiled slightly, and the wrinkles on his face seemed to twist and mock it. It is normal for men to like women. As long as you have the ability, you can naturally enjoy more happiness than incompetent people. It is just a tool to adapt to the changes in the world and use it to bind those mediocre mortals.
He gently knocked on the edge of the table and said in a low voice: Those colorful toys are not worth mentioning. I believe Mijiu would not take it seriously. The special one is just Yashi. They are sisters one year apart. You should already know it.
Naga didn't know how to answer the conversation, so he nodded
Yashi is different from ordinary girls
Fujikawa said slowly, she hated men wholeheartedly, and sometimes I wonder how good it would be if she was a son. In that case, even if her bloodline is not pure, I would be happy to let her inherit more than half of my family business, except for her gender, every bit of her satisfy me.
I was going to recruit my two daughters. I needed a heir named Fujikawa. I was fifty-three years old. My country cousins were staring at the huge cake I cooked in Tokyo. As long as I didn’t have a suitable heir, the group of hungry wolves would rush here immediately and bite off all the flesh and blood, leaving only the residue of Miku and Ashi’s bones.
He said quietly, his eyes fixed on Naga's face. I only have these two daughters. I may not have a son again, but I have a premonition that these two daughters will bring me grandchildren, one with Fujikawa bloodline, who can inherit me.
Is this a promise?
Or temptation?
Naihe was not sure, and the tension was a little relaxed. He quickly calculated in his mind, guessing the intentions of the man in front of him like a business negotiation. Before he could grasp it, he felt that he would be better to remain silent.
Mengo Naga After a few dozen seconds of quiet, Fujikawa's low voice sounded again. Are you willing to be my heir's father?
You mean? Naga's cautious responsive question
The man who can sow seeds in the bodies of the two sisters, you are the only one I need is the son with their sisters' bloodline. I want their surname Fujikawa to be my successor
Fujikawa turned his gaze to the teapot, adding that of course, if your brother is not ready to leave the successor of the Mengno family, you can keep the last name of one son, but only if you have more than two sons
Two... sisters? This doesn't seem like what a father should say, but for some reason, he thought it's normal for Fujikawa to have such a thought
Yes, it's the two sisters
Fujikawa picked up the teacup and took a sip. His eyes looked at Naga through the steam in the cup. Last time Miku and I had a fight on the phone, I hurried to learn about you. Although I acted a little late, I had time to be honest and said, you are not an excellent candidate for the son-in-law of the Fujikawa family. Miku is determined to marry you. The only man Yashi currently does not reject is you. I don’t waste a lot of time on changing my daughter’s idea, so I chose to accept the facts. I don’t mind that my two daughters have a common man. As long as that man is willing to hand it over to my heir to the Fujikawa family.
It seems that today's conversation is more like a deal. Naga's heart calmed down a little, and a smile appeared on the corners of his lips. Miku and Ashi seem to hate you very much. Are you afraid that they will oppose my decision?
Yashi is not that stubborn. She knows what it means to a son named Fujikawa. As for Miku, I believe you can convince her that she has compromised a lot for you. You don’t have to worry. Wait until you have a son and talk to her. At that time, she will definitely compromise with you more.
Fujikawa straightened his waist and looked at Naga with a slightly anticipated look.
Naga could feel that it was not expecting his approval. The old fox was expecting him to make other moves, which was in line with his expectations.
What can I get?
He asked very simply, and he knew Fujikawa was waiting for him to say this. If he hypocritically agreed, the other party would be disappointed. You shouldn't want to say that, allowing me to maintain the current situation of men and women's relationships. This is not a satisfying condition.
Fujikawa smiled and took out a piece of paper printed with lead type from the laptop computer on the low table and handed it to Naga. No oral agreement has any actual effect. There is no actual effect between you and me. There is no sufficient maintenance of the transaction credit relationship. Then, a black-and-white agreement is the most suitable.
He took a sip of tea and said, "I really appreciate your mentality of treating this as a purely traded one. This is exactly what I want."
After browsing it quickly, Naga needs to provide the surnames and right to raise and educate the eldest son and all other sons in any special circumstances. What he can get is a huge wealth that will make him feel like he loses his sense of reality, and also includes such terms. If Kengo Fujikawa is unable to maintain the group operation too early for some reason, Naga can provide at least one future heir, and can serve as the president of the group before the heir becomes an adult.
Judging from Fujikawa's age, this is almost a huge temptation for Naga.
He has an excellent younger brother who is enough to inherit the clan of the Mengno family, and his bloodline can be the master of the Fujikawa family from now on.
He tried hard to prevent himself from being overwhelmed by the great excitement, tried to maintain a calm expression, raised his head and looked at Fujikawa, and said: This is really an agreement that cannot be refused. But if I think about it carefully, if I am willing to marry into a marriage and can convince Miku, I will get these before giving birth to a son, right?
That's right
Fujikawa crossed his hands on the table and looked at him with a smile. If you can convince your future wife to change your surname to Fujikawa, these can belong to you in advance. But believe you can measure it. Which is easier to convince a mother who has just given birth to a child or a woman who has not married you.
OK, you won
Naga shrugged, admitting that the other party had indeed grasped the key
For Fujikawa, what he has done will not change, and what he wants will still be the heirs
But for him, the difficulty is completely different
Fujikawa took out the seal from his sleeve bag and smiled, No, the real winner is you, you got my daughter, you got a lot of beauties, in the future, you will get everything from the Fujikawa family, believe me, your luck makes me envious
It's just that your luck is too bad
Naga stood up, looked at Fujikawa in front of him, and bounced the agreement in his hand with his finger. If you have a son again in the future, I will still not get anything.
He smiled, and then added in a slightly provocative tone, of course, except for what I have already obtained, your two daughters
Fujikawa looked up at him, and the smile in his eyes became stronger
I began to feel sorry for you that you could not marry into your son. Naga
After September, I still want to call you a father. I suppress my ecstasy in my heart. Naga's plain answer
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