It is almost dusk, Kawasaki Ise-cho, Ise-cho street, Hanada Restaurant
Hanada Restaurant is a well-known Japanese restaurant in Kawasaki. The salmon sashimi here is very good and has a wide reputation. Many Tokyo customers even come here to taste it.
In the past, this was the best time for Huatianjia Restaurant to do business, but today it was a little different. The sign of business was suspended early in front of the store, which disappointed many gourmets who came here specially.
However, just a door away, in the lobby of the empty restaurant, there is still a table of guests enjoying the food next to a low table in the empty restaurant.
Next to the curtain at the door, Xiaojima stood there with a restrained expression. His waist was slightly bowed and his head was lowered, as if he had done something wrong. He was waiting for the teachers to scold him. Even though his forehead was sweating slightly, he did not dare to straighten his bent waist.
Although he lowered his head, with the deliberately lifted upper eyelids and lower eyelids, Kojima Authentic could still see the few people beside the dining table.
At this moment, there were three people sitting next to the dining table, two young girls with outstanding appearance, an ugly but full of momentum, a man with great momentum, was indeed a very powerful man. The pressure he brought to Kojima was too great. Kojima even thought that if he angered this man, he would make him unable to move in this world
Out of the corner of my eyes, there were only two or three plates of food on the huge dining table. The man named Miyashita Kita sat cross-legged, and the two young girls beside him were giggling and feeding him, while his hands were always fumbled under the skirts of the two girls beside him.
From time to time, he would pull out his wet fingers from under a girl's skirt, and in the girl's coquettishness, he would send his fingers to their little mouths, so that they could suck shamelessly.
Although I had a lot of trouble, and one of the two girls was my daughter, when I saw this erotic scene, Kojima Authentic still couldn't help but have a fever in his lower abdomen, and he had already had the most wild reaction of a man.
He guessed the identity of this man, who he was, and why he could easily take out more than one billion in cash to help him solve this deadly trouble; he envied the other party's blessings, and was jealous of the rich and powerful people living a life, even if they were so ugly, they could enjoy it freely and do whatever they wanted; from time to time, he fantasized about replacing the other party's identity, sitting next to the table, with a young girl on the left and a flower-like daughter on the right.
He even imagined all kinds of bloody scenes, how would he enjoy the bodies of these two girls if he was that man?
Time passed by minute by minute, just when Kojima Authentic felt that his waist was about to lose consciousness, he saw the man lifting the hem of his kimono on his body from the corner of his eyes. Then, his daughter crawled on the ground like a bitch, obediently, burying her face under his crotch.
The lights at the table are bright and the angle is straight. Kojima can even clearly see the man's naked lower body, and also see the actions his daughter makes. He only feels the blood and blood rushing up instantly, filling the top of the skull.
However, just as he was about to raise his head secretly and see a little clearer, the light in front of him dimmed, and a young woman in a black suit and ponytail stood in front of him
A woman has a beautiful appearance and fair skin. If Kojima is authentic, this woman is much better than his current wife, and she can score at least 90 points.
Unfortunately, the woman's pretty face was like a layer of ice, without any expression. The look she looked at herself was like looking at an ant, and she could be pinched to death at any time.
Kojima Authentic was startled, and the boiling blood and blood were instantly frozen. He knew that this woman was the man's bodyguard and did not dare to offend him at all, so he hurriedly lowered his head and his waist was even more bent.
However, at the same time, he cursed his woman in his heart: What a lowly bastard, who completely inherited her mother's bloodline!
Miyashita Kita didn't know what his cheap father-in-law was thinking. Of course, he probably didn't have any interest in guessing. Since meeting in the morning, the image of this cheap father-in-law has become perfect in his concept.
When I first met in the morning, this old guy was like a fisherman from the Hanjiang River who had seen through the world, with a shabby look of unscathing and unscathing. But when he promised to pay off the loan for him and he got confirmation from the bank via phone, the old guy instantly turned into a dog licking, and he wanted to kneel down and lick his shoes.
Then, whether he touched Misaki's breasts or kissed Misaki's mouth in front of him, the old thing was as if he had seen nothing. It was obvious that in the eyes of this old dog, the daughter and the family business were completely unequal. At both ends of the scale, the side where the daughter was placed was as light as a feather, while the end where the family business was as heavy as Mount Tai.
What a cold and ruthless old man Ah!
Miyashita Kita had to make such an exclamation. How great a girl like Misaki is. To describe it as the Japanese favorite words, she is a superb beautiful girl Ah that has not been released for five hundred years. Can such a girl give up easily for more than one billion or yen?
Really, if he had asked him to choose, let alone more than one billion, even more than two billion, he would not take it seriously. Of course, when he thought so, Miyagi Kita obviously ignored a key point, that is, for him, more than one billion, more than two billion, are just a bunch of numbers, but for Kojima Authentic, this is more than one billion, which is everything to him. Without these numbers, he can't even live with dignity.
On the side of the low table, Miyashita Kita grabbed Naoko's bulging chest with one hand and stroked Misaki's back with the other hand. At the same time, he lowered his head and looked at Misaki's undulating little head, feeling his breathing getting heavier and heavier.
The owner, Mr. Zhuangji from Fuji Bank Kawasaki Branch, came to visit, and the voice of Liang Jiaxun came from outside the curtains of the restaurant
Then, another middle-aged man's voice came in: Mr. Akamoto, disturb him!
Just through a layer of banner curtains, Kojima's authentic body shook. He subconsciously wanted to reach out and lift the banner curtains, and then respectfully invited Mr. Zhuang Si to come in.
The so-called Mr. Zhuoji is the president of Fuji Bank Kawasaki Branch. He is also a member of the board of directors of Fuji Bank.
Before, Kojima Master asked to see this guy several times, and even prepared a generous gift that he couldn't afford, but in the end he couldn't get the chance to meet the other party. Who would have thought that he appeared tonight
Kojima stretched out his authentic hand, but was slapped away by the woman blocking him. The other party didn't say anything, but just looked at him with cold eyes.
Kojima Authentic is a little confused. He doesn't understand what the other party means
Outside the door, Mr. Zhuang Si, Junpei, was the person requested by the presidents of countless Kawasaki companies. They were guests of honor everywhere and distinguished guests. For such a person, are you going to let him wait outside and be destroyed by the night wind in winter?
Although he was so suspicious in his heart, under the woman's cold eyes, Kojima Authentic did not dare to extend his hand in the end
The restaurant was very quiet. Outside the curtain, Zhuang Si Junping just said that sentence and was silent. Kojima Authentic felt his heartbeat faster
After about four or five minutes, the gasps in the restaurant became thicker and heavier. After a while, with a muffled groan, the sound of my daughter's sobbing sounded, and then the man's voice sounded: Baby, swallow it, this thing is not dirty
Kojima felt his temples twitching, and another lewd picture was outlined in his mind.
After another rumbling sound, the man's voice sounded again: It's Zhuang Sijun, come in.
For some reason, when I heard this, Kojima Master felt as if he had a sigh of relief. A burden on his back disappeared in an instant.
The curtain was lifted from outside, and a middle-aged man holding a gift box in his hand and slightly bent his waist quickly walked in from outside.
The middle-aged man was so proud that he was very proud. When he came in, the light hit his slightly sharpened head, and his scalp seemed to be reflecting.
Kojima Authentic glanced at him and saw Junping Zhuang stopping under the steps of changing shoes, bowing ninety degrees far away to his daughter and the others.
Mr. Akamoto, I am very sorry for disturbing you. I bent my waist and Junpei Shunji didn't even come up the steps. He stood below and said respectfully, "I learned that you are here in Kawasaki, my colleagues have already prepared. Please condescend and accept our hospitality."
No, I won't stay here for a long time. Sitting at the low table, Miyashita Kita handed a tissue to Misaki beside him, and said without looking back. I will return to Tokyo later. I appreciate the kindness of Sonjikun. Next time I have the chance to go to Tokyo, please Sonjikun must contact me, I will arrange a reception.
Hi! Junpei Zhuang bowed his waist and said, Thank you Mr. Akamoto
Is there anything else? Miyashita Kita picked up the chopsticks, poked the body on a plate of thorns on the table, and asked casually
Ah, it's okay, Zhuang Si Chunping said hurriedly, disturbing Mr.
After this conversation, Kojima Masato saw from the corner of his eyes that Junpei Zhuang had put the gift box in his hand on the steps, then stepped back out of the curtain, looking at his respectful look, as if he was visiting the president of the Fuji Bank Headquarters.
Could this ugly man be the president of Fuji Bank? No one in his surname is Akamoto. Among the senior executives of Fuji Bank, there is no one in his surname Akamoto.
Hanada Restaurant is a well-known Japanese restaurant in Kawasaki. The salmon sashimi here is very good and has a wide reputation. Many Tokyo customers even come here to taste it.
In the past, this was the best time for Huatianjia Restaurant to do business, but today it was a little different. The sign of business was suspended early in front of the store, which disappointed many gourmets who came here specially.
However, just a door away, in the lobby of the empty restaurant, there is still a table of guests enjoying the food next to a low table in the empty restaurant.
Next to the curtain at the door, Xiaojima stood there with a restrained expression. His waist was slightly bowed and his head was lowered, as if he had done something wrong. He was waiting for the teachers to scold him. Even though his forehead was sweating slightly, he did not dare to straighten his bent waist.
Although he lowered his head, with the deliberately lifted upper eyelids and lower eyelids, Kojima Authentic could still see the few people beside the dining table.
At this moment, there were three people sitting next to the dining table, two young girls with outstanding appearance, an ugly but full of momentum, a man with great momentum, was indeed a very powerful man. The pressure he brought to Kojima was too great. Kojima even thought that if he angered this man, he would make him unable to move in this world
Out of the corner of my eyes, there were only two or three plates of food on the huge dining table. The man named Miyashita Kita sat cross-legged, and the two young girls beside him were giggling and feeding him, while his hands were always fumbled under the skirts of the two girls beside him.
From time to time, he would pull out his wet fingers from under a girl's skirt, and in the girl's coquettishness, he would send his fingers to their little mouths, so that they could suck shamelessly.
Although I had a lot of trouble, and one of the two girls was my daughter, when I saw this erotic scene, Kojima Authentic still couldn't help but have a fever in his lower abdomen, and he had already had the most wild reaction of a man.
He guessed the identity of this man, who he was, and why he could easily take out more than one billion in cash to help him solve this deadly trouble; he envied the other party's blessings, and was jealous of the rich and powerful people living a life, even if they were so ugly, they could enjoy it freely and do whatever they wanted; from time to time, he fantasized about replacing the other party's identity, sitting next to the table, with a young girl on the left and a flower-like daughter on the right.
He even imagined all kinds of bloody scenes, how would he enjoy the bodies of these two girls if he was that man?
Time passed by minute by minute, just when Kojima Authentic felt that his waist was about to lose consciousness, he saw the man lifting the hem of his kimono on his body from the corner of his eyes. Then, his daughter crawled on the ground like a bitch, obediently, burying her face under his crotch.
The lights at the table are bright and the angle is straight. Kojima can even clearly see the man's naked lower body, and also see the actions his daughter makes. He only feels the blood and blood rushing up instantly, filling the top of the skull.
However, just as he was about to raise his head secretly and see a little clearer, the light in front of him dimmed, and a young woman in a black suit and ponytail stood in front of him
A woman has a beautiful appearance and fair skin. If Kojima is authentic, this woman is much better than his current wife, and she can score at least 90 points.
Unfortunately, the woman's pretty face was like a layer of ice, without any expression. The look she looked at herself was like looking at an ant, and she could be pinched to death at any time.
Kojima Authentic was startled, and the boiling blood and blood were instantly frozen. He knew that this woman was the man's bodyguard and did not dare to offend him at all, so he hurriedly lowered his head and his waist was even more bent.
However, at the same time, he cursed his woman in his heart: What a lowly bastard, who completely inherited her mother's bloodline!
Miyashita Kita didn't know what his cheap father-in-law was thinking. Of course, he probably didn't have any interest in guessing. Since meeting in the morning, the image of this cheap father-in-law has become perfect in his concept.
When I first met in the morning, this old guy was like a fisherman from the Hanjiang River who had seen through the world, with a shabby look of unscathing and unscathing. But when he promised to pay off the loan for him and he got confirmation from the bank via phone, the old guy instantly turned into a dog licking, and he wanted to kneel down and lick his shoes.
Then, whether he touched Misaki's breasts or kissed Misaki's mouth in front of him, the old thing was as if he had seen nothing. It was obvious that in the eyes of this old dog, the daughter and the family business were completely unequal. At both ends of the scale, the side where the daughter was placed was as light as a feather, while the end where the family business was as heavy as Mount Tai.
What a cold and ruthless old man Ah!
Miyashita Kita had to make such an exclamation. How great a girl like Misaki is. To describe it as the Japanese favorite words, she is a superb beautiful girl Ah that has not been released for five hundred years. Can such a girl give up easily for more than one billion or yen?
Really, if he had asked him to choose, let alone more than one billion, even more than two billion, he would not take it seriously. Of course, when he thought so, Miyagi Kita obviously ignored a key point, that is, for him, more than one billion, more than two billion, are just a bunch of numbers, but for Kojima Authentic, this is more than one billion, which is everything to him. Without these numbers, he can't even live with dignity.
On the side of the low table, Miyashita Kita grabbed Naoko's bulging chest with one hand and stroked Misaki's back with the other hand. At the same time, he lowered his head and looked at Misaki's undulating little head, feeling his breathing getting heavier and heavier.
The owner, Mr. Zhuangji from Fuji Bank Kawasaki Branch, came to visit, and the voice of Liang Jiaxun came from outside the curtains of the restaurant
Then, another middle-aged man's voice came in: Mr. Akamoto, disturb him!
Just through a layer of banner curtains, Kojima's authentic body shook. He subconsciously wanted to reach out and lift the banner curtains, and then respectfully invited Mr. Zhuang Si to come in.
The so-called Mr. Zhuoji is the president of Fuji Bank Kawasaki Branch. He is also a member of the board of directors of Fuji Bank.
Before, Kojima Master asked to see this guy several times, and even prepared a generous gift that he couldn't afford, but in the end he couldn't get the chance to meet the other party. Who would have thought that he appeared tonight
Kojima stretched out his authentic hand, but was slapped away by the woman blocking him. The other party didn't say anything, but just looked at him with cold eyes.
Kojima Authentic is a little confused. He doesn't understand what the other party means
Outside the door, Mr. Zhuang Si, Junpei, was the person requested by the presidents of countless Kawasaki companies. They were guests of honor everywhere and distinguished guests. For such a person, are you going to let him wait outside and be destroyed by the night wind in winter?
Although he was so suspicious in his heart, under the woman's cold eyes, Kojima Authentic did not dare to extend his hand in the end
The restaurant was very quiet. Outside the curtain, Zhuang Si Junping just said that sentence and was silent. Kojima Authentic felt his heartbeat faster
After about four or five minutes, the gasps in the restaurant became thicker and heavier. After a while, with a muffled groan, the sound of my daughter's sobbing sounded, and then the man's voice sounded: Baby, swallow it, this thing is not dirty
Kojima felt his temples twitching, and another lewd picture was outlined in his mind.
After another rumbling sound, the man's voice sounded again: It's Zhuang Sijun, come in.
For some reason, when I heard this, Kojima Master felt as if he had a sigh of relief. A burden on his back disappeared in an instant.
The curtain was lifted from outside, and a middle-aged man holding a gift box in his hand and slightly bent his waist quickly walked in from outside.
The middle-aged man was so proud that he was very proud. When he came in, the light hit his slightly sharpened head, and his scalp seemed to be reflecting.
Kojima Authentic glanced at him and saw Junping Zhuang stopping under the steps of changing shoes, bowing ninety degrees far away to his daughter and the others.
Mr. Akamoto, I am very sorry for disturbing you. I bent my waist and Junpei Shunji didn't even come up the steps. He stood below and said respectfully, "I learned that you are here in Kawasaki, my colleagues have already prepared. Please condescend and accept our hospitality."
No, I won't stay here for a long time. Sitting at the low table, Miyashita Kita handed a tissue to Misaki beside him, and said without looking back. I will return to Tokyo later. I appreciate the kindness of Sonjikun. Next time I have the chance to go to Tokyo, please Sonjikun must contact me, I will arrange a reception.
Hi! Junpei Zhuang bowed his waist and said, Thank you Mr. Akamoto
Is there anything else? Miyashita Kita picked up the chopsticks, poked the body on a plate of thorns on the table, and asked casually
Ah, it's okay, Zhuang Si Chunping said hurriedly, disturbing Mr.
After this conversation, Kojima Masato saw from the corner of his eyes that Junpei Zhuang had put the gift box in his hand on the steps, then stepped back out of the curtain, looking at his respectful look, as if he was visiting the president of the Fuji Bank Headquarters.
Could this ugly man be the president of Fuji Bank? No one in his surname is Akamoto. Among the senior executives of Fuji Bank, there is no one in his surname Akamoto.
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