The female body has the unique graceful beauty given by nature, and is something that cannot be replaced by anything.
I hugged Wenzi gently, sighed in my heart, and felt so exciting that I couldn't even eat noodles. A bowl of steaming ramen slowly cooled down like this.
Sister, is it okay if you don’t play the master slave game? If you feel uncomfortable in the future, I’ll accompany you.
I, who was holding Wenzi, have forgotten her identity and the way she was calling and drinking. At this moment, she is just a little woman who longs for warmth.
At this moment, I was determined to stop Wenzi's gradual slavery under my hands.
Although I am not a good person, I can't watch myself make Sister Wenzi get used to the depraved happiness and cannot extricate myself
Isn’t it great to hold her like this and let her irritability and anxiety gradually resolve her chest?
My sister raised her head and showed a smile that looked like the warm winter sun: What ah, I won’t play anymore, I’m just curious anyway, but... it’s really exciting...
I quickly stopped her upcoming memories: By the way, sister, I have already helped you with the performance activities on the No. 17th
When my sister heard me talking about business, she immediately used her face-changing skills. She frowned and said to me in a consistent commanding tone: Don’t try to escape that day!
Why am I running away?
I quickly explained: I found someone to serve me, and I guarantee that your activity will shock the whole of Fusang!
You...Who are you looking for? It's not those Big Three, right? Why haven't I heard that you have contacts with them?
Wenzi asked in confusion
I am happy this time. Now the so-called giants are not worthy of carrying shoes for my master. I smiled and said: No, it’s my master who is wise to spread the word!
When my sister heard this, her eyes stared into quail eggs and asked with an incredible look on her face: How is that possible? You... your master, Jin Jun, is this true?
My master has retired for more than ten years. If Wenzi's agency invites him to perform this time, it will undoubtedly be a bombshell for the industry, and the company's reputation will immediately rise sharply.
How can my sister not be excited?
Of course it is true, why am I lying to you?
I said: I will tell you the master’s address at that time. Remember not to let others disturb him. You can pick him up by yourself, okay?
Wenzi now has 1,000 promises, and 10,000 promises. Her head is like pounding garlic. She was a little sad just now, and she suddenly became excited again.
I finally relaxed and pushed Wenzi's shoulders away, preparing to eat the bowl of half-hot ramen to fill my stomach, but Wenzi grabbed me: Master, there is still something hot there, I'll bring it to you!
I tsk and said: Why are you still calling me this? Didn’t you say you won’t play anymore?
Fun!
Wenzi sniffed at me and jumped into the kitchen
Damn, I'm pretending to be young, I'm impressed...
Although I said this, I hope Sister Wenzi can have more such frank and happy days in my heart
After a while, we both ate all the remaining ramen
Wenzi got this great news and was so excited that he was like a child. I was about to find her remote control to read the news, but she grabbed me and said with a smile: Master, if you return to China, I won’t be able to see your performance?
Of course you can't see it, I said: My master's rope art is much more amazing than mine, just watch his performance Ah
But……
Wenzi seemed to be deliberately hiding something: The old man is an old man after all, I think Jin Jun must be handsome when performing on stage...
I don't comment on this review. I don't know whether it's handsome or not, but my previous performances have been praised by many people. The media's evaluation of me is amazing.
Because Sister Wenzi has to deal with a lot of things, she missed the opportunity to visit me for the previous performances. However, as for the performances, I have to see that there are opportunities in the future!
I was about to tell her like this, but Wenzi asked me first: Why don’t you give me a private performance before you leave? Is it good to be your model? Don’t play those... games, just look at your technique. I think my feeling of being a model should be deeper, okay?
I want to reiterate here that the bound Tao is an art that can infinitely amplify the beauty of the female body through props. The female body has the unique and graceful beauty given by nature and cannot be replaced by anything. The rope art derived from this is an art that amplifies and reprocesses this beauty and sublimates this natural beauty to the level of Tao.
For a rope master, the methods of binding that can be mastered by the table are all artistic essences developed and derived from dozens of generations of Fusang predecessors.
When performing on stage, models usually wear traditional kimonos and close-fitting short clothes, so don't worry about the stimulating effect of ropes when playing privately
After listening to Wenzi's words, I also felt that it seemed like a waste to stay on the sofa and watch TV on the good night. But I, who had not used my skills for a long time, couldn't help but itch and said to Wenzi: Ah, but Sister Wenzi's house has no ropes, so how can I perform?
Um……
Sister Wenzi thought about it and said, "Is it okay for us to secretly return to the company and go to your studio?"
Is this a bit too exaggerated?
The security guards in Akasaka Building knew me, but the security guard on night shift saw my sister and I go in and out late at night. It is hard to guarantee that we will not be able to spread any gossip.
At this time, I suddenly had an idea and asked my sister: Sister, do you have many stockings at home? Don’t have pantyhose tights
More, there are about ten pairs, what do you want to do with Ah master (it seems to be awesome)
Wenzi asked in confusion
With this, it would be easy to deal with. I quickly said: Don’t worry, go find them all for me!
Wenzi looked at me with suspicion and scrutiny, but she still obediently rummaged through the cabinets.
After a while, the bed in Wenzi's bedroom was covered with about twenty stockings of different colors and patterns. The only similarity was that the upper part of their thighs was lace!
It seems that my sister really likes lace stuff...
I thought to myself, and smiled in the face of Wenzi's extremely curious gaze, picked up the two stockings on the bed and tied them together and tied them together.
Ah, Master, you are so smart!
Wenzi's eyes lit up and knew what I was going to do. It's Ah. So many sexy stockings, isn't it a waste?
After a while, the stockings that were scattered in the bed were connected one by one by one and turned into a silk rope with excellent toughness. Anyway, it was used as a rope art performance. I didn't strip my sister's clothes anymore. After she let her kneel firmly on the bed, she started to operate it.
First, pull her left hand behind her back, then pull her right hand over her head and tie her wrists (this requires the flexibility of the string, which Wen Zi can do). Next, go around the forearm and elbow joints of her right hand, circle toward the collarbone, then circle back to the elbow joint of her left arm, then return to the intersection of her hands, pull down to the buttocks, pass through the underperineum, first tie the right thigh and calves together through several knots, then repeat the homework on the left, and finally pass through the perineum and meet at the intersection of her hands (it is difficult to understand, so you don’t need to understand anyway). This binding method is completed in about five minutes.
Look at Sister Wenzi again. Since her thighs and calves were fixed together, she could only kneel on the bed. She looked like a sword frame, and her two arms tied behind her back were up and down, as if she was carrying a long object on her back.
Sister Wenzi obviously didn't feel good. Although the rope made of stockings is quite elastic, this ostentatious posture is really restrained and can't help twisting.
Is she wearing a close-fitting performance costume? The more she twisted, the rope between her legs became deeper and deeper, and her melon-shaped face began to turn red again
I think this is not a solution, so I may have to play with it. I quickly untied the knot at the intersection of my hands. In this way, a wire rope was missing between my legs, and it felt much easier suddenly.
Wenzi gave a breath and asked: Jin Jun, this... is so strange, was it your master taught you?
I thought to myself that since I was going to watch my performance, how could I use the performance my master taught me?
Smiling and answered: No, I figured out this binding method myself. I named Su Qin's sword.
Su...Qin...Bound sword? What is Su Qin?
My sister's red face was slightly thoughtful: But, this posture was really like a heavy sword pressing on my back!
Su Qin is not a thing. Su Qin is a famous master in our China during the Warring States Period.
Since I used to study liberal arts, I still have some research on ancient cultures.
The most well-known thing about Su Qin is probably the allusion of his head hanging from the beam and his thighs being stabbed.
This old man always puts his sword on his back when traveling around the country. When fighting in close combat, he can use it to prevent his back from attacking. My name is Su Qin's sword binding method, which is exactly the habit of himself and himself
How about it, it's very vivid?
I roughly introduced Mr. Su Qin's allusion to Sister Wenzi. She listened with relish and kept saying that she wanted to learn from this Chinese old man (do you learn to thorn the thighs). I saw that she was tied up by this very strong binding method and felt a little uncomfortable, so I turned to her and untied it for her.
The silk rope made of stockings is not the kind you are used to. After tied, you have to untied it and cut it. These are the things that Sister Wenzi wears on her beautiful legs every day. I can only walk around again one by one.
After a long time of struggle, Wenzi finally broke free from the fate of acting as Mr. Su Qin's sword frame. However, the first thing she did after she came out was to run to open the computer, hang up the skype and open the email, and look at the reply from various film dealers.
Sister, won't it?
I was just about to say that there was no need to be so dedicated. I could just leave these schedules to personnel processing, but my sister turned around and said to me: I want to study with the Chinese old man and work hard!
Oh, my god, this can be done with me. I really convinced her that she has both work and life. She is really worthy of being my agent!
It was probably because I hadn't been to a woman's boudoir for too long. At this time, my mind was basically broken, and I didn't think about it as soon as I fell on Wenzi's big bed. I watched her stare at the computer screen and stared at the focus and silly look. While pulling the rope made of countless stockings, I restored them one by one, but it was not easy to smooth it out after being wrinkled. I probably had to go into the washing machine.
At least this time will not be boring for me. After all, it is much more comfortable than me who stays alone in that broken apartment and plays online games.
After Wenzi finished reading the email, I jumped up and pressed her waist from behind, while opening my special edition on the Snake Word website to introduce some more ornamental binding methods.
It turns out that the owner is still publishing works online! I don’t know Ah Hey, next time I will be your model, you will take pictures for me, hilarious!
I don't know if my sister is joking or to be honest, but how can I make her appreciated by others after she goes further with her?
So he said: No, I don’t allow others to look at my sister’s body!
Wenzi made a very strange expression to me after hearing this, as if he knew you would say that. It might be that Master, hello man. Before I could tell what this expression meant, she started a surprise attack on me and rushed over and threw me onto the bed.
After struggling in the pile of lace stockings, Sister Wenzi suddenly stopped moving, lowered her head and huddled on my chest, closed her eyes like a little girl.
Let's go to bed, I'll accompany my sister
I whispered, turning off the chandelier switch.
In the bedroom with a strange fragrance, the computer screen was still parked on the gorgeous pictures on my website, but at this moment, there was no fluctuation of lust in my heart.
There is only a feeling of snuggling each other behind loneliness and warming each other
A long-lost feeling
I don't remember how long it took me to sleep with a woman in my arms
On the surface, I am incredible, and no one would have thought that my private life in Tokyo would be like sending Masako home every day, and then returning to the apartment to spend the forum and play World of Warcraft. But this is true.
I slept very peacefully this night
When I woke up the next day, Sister Wenzi had lost her trace. I touched my phone and saw that it was already past ten o'clock. It was really a luxury for many people to sleep until they woke up naturally.
The originally messy stockings on the bed had been packed up by Sister Wenzi. When I turned my head, I found that there was a string of shiny keys on the pillow.
I smiled. I can be considered a relative in Tokyo, and now there should be another one more
Just as I was about to get up and see what else my sister had to eat at home, a song of love shift suddenly floated out of her phone.
Very few people know about this number, and usually only people in the company will call it. When you look at the number, it is indeed the company's switchboard.
So I pressed the answer button: Hello, I'm Jinfeng
Jin, I'm Masako
It turned out to be Masako. I wonder what she would think if she knew that I was lying on Funko's bed now?
But today her voice seemed extremely nervous: Jin, I told my dad last night...
Oh, what did you say?
It seems she still listens to me
Masako continued on the phone: Well...I said I want to take a New Year's Eve and travel to China with my boyfriend...
Her voice felt a little weird. I could hear it all at once, so I had a tacit understanding with her for more than two years.
Well, what did your dad say?
Masako: Well...I didn't tell him what you do, nor did he ask... He said he wanted to see you
See me?
So it's good that an ugly daughter-in-law will eventually meet her parents-in-law, let alone a cool man, I?
I was happy. If Masako was uneasy about this matter, it would be impossible to deal with it. So I said: Good, I want to see my uncle too. When has it been decided?
For some reason, the sound on the other end of Masako's phone became more and more strange. He... He seemed very busy these two days and said he wanted to treat you to dinner on the 10th night... in Dongfang Wenhua
No way?
You may not know where Oriental Mandarin is. It is the most expensive and diversified international metropolis in Tokyo. It is located in Hashimuromachi, the center of Tokyo. The spa is integrated into the essence of traditional Fuso massage and hot spring baths. The hotel it belongs to is also a unique place in the old Hashimuromachi. It occupies the Oriental Mandarin Hotel on the top of the three towers. It has a suffocating view of the entire Tokyo city with a 360-degree circle.
Who is Masako's father? I suddenly thought of this problem that I have always overlooked, and a very ominous premonition suddenly enveloped me
Masako, who is your father?
I couldn't help but ask
My dad, he... his name is Hideo Watanabe...
Masako was stuck and couldn't continue talking about it when she said this
I vaguely feel that this name sounds very familiar, and it seems that I have often heard it in some places. After careful recollection, I almost flipped down from Sister Wenzi's bed!
Watari Hideo!
He is not an ordinary person. He is a member of the Fuso Democratic Party, currently a member of the Fuso Senate, and former Postal Secretary Hideo Watanabe!
There is an idiom in China called "Dagui Chuan", and another idiom called "Five Thunder Booming". When I suddenly realized the identity of Masako's father, the feeling in my head was like the strange feeling of the combination of these two idioms.
Asked in an instant, some of the puzzles that were difficult to understand in the past (because I was too lazy to understand) were all clear and the sun was clear.
The girls I have come into contact with are based on the calculation unit. After contacting so many girls, I summarized a strange phenomenon: if your parents have good looks, the girls born may not be good-looking, but they will definitely be very elegant and give people a unique feeling.
Masako undoubtedly belongs to this type
Her eyebrows and eyes probably inherited the typical Fusang appearance of his father with thin eyes and hooked nose, so she is not very beautiful, but her cold temperament is incomparable. I think this is precisely due to his father's words and deeds.
As for why Masako has such a good figure, 80% of her mother is a beauty in the entertainment industry or modeling industry in the past. It is a trend in society!
Although Masako has the calm and unrestrained temperament of her father, she must have been spoiled very much since she was a child, so the heart under a cool face is very fragile.
The reason why she wanted to study sociology courses at Dongda University was perhaps the tradition of their family, and her insistence on not letting me touch her should be due to family reasons.
How could a Senate member let his daughter marry a Chinese who refuses to become a Fuso nationality?
Masako heard that I hadn't replied on the phone for a long time, thinking that I was frightened by her father's identity and stuttered and didn't know what to say, Jin... Jin? You... My father is very kind to me...
Actually, this is not something I care about at all. I originally wanted to make up a spell to deceive Masako's father, but now I know that her father's identity is so special. It will definitely not work for such a person who has been struggling in politics for decades. Telling lies will definitely not work.
It would be fine if her father didn't ask me what I was doing, of course this was unlikely, so I was ready to take the initiative and tell the councillor directly my real career!
As for the result, let it be left to fate!
Thinking of this, I couldn't help but smile, Oh, Masako, nothing, then I'll go to the appointment that day! By the way, are you going with me, or are you waiting for me in Wenhua with my uncle? I...I'll be with you...
Masako said hesitantly that I seemed to feel the blush on her face at this moment, and a warm feeling appeared in her heart.
Masako has such a father who actually followed me after graduation. It's already a miracle
OK, I'll wait for me at the company tonight, I'll pick you up for dinner
Masako nodded and we hung up the call
There was nothing special in the next few days. As usual, I went online, had dinner with Masako, and chatted with my sister. Until the day on the 8th, I went to the shooting base called COre film dealer for routine work, the tea-drinking appointment of Shinoda Shinoda, the leader of the Nine Yamaguchi Group, finally arrived.
I rarely adjusted the alarm clock this morning because I agreed that Mr. Shinoda would send his special car to Wenzi's company to pick me up this morning.
I arrived at Akasaka Building on time at 8 o'clock. Sure enough, less than half an hour later, two pure black cars appeared downstairs of the building.
Damn, is this a treat or a robbery?
I muttered to myself
It is important to know that most of these underworld people who have a deep relationship with the radical parties on the right wing of Fusang are firmly supporters of Fusang nationalism.
If I, a Chinese, say something wrong on their territory, the result will definitely be unimaginable!
After a while, a man about the same height as me, with a buzz cut and a dark brown leather jacket came.
Is this the office location of Mr. Sheng Shijin?
I looked at the man. His face was very dark and he was about the same age as me, but his eyes were obviously much stronger and more determined than me. At a glance, you can tell that he was a veteran who had served for several years of military service.
Although it is casually dressed, it cannot conceal the sharp temperament emitted from him.
I'm Jinfeng
It’s a blessing or not a disaster, it’s a disaster. I saw that he asked me about it with the switchboard lady and it must be someone from Yamaguchi, so I just took the initiative to walk up: Are you here to treat me to tea?
The man didn't seem to expect me to speak so directly. He was stunned for a moment, twitched and said with a cold and hard corner of his mouth and said: Oh, Mr. Jin, I have been relied on for a long time! I am the leader of the Hirota group of Yamaguchi Group. Tadashi Shibasaki. Since Mr. is ready, let's go now.
good
I'm too lazy to talk nonsense, so I turned around and followed him to the elevator
At this time, Shibazaki seemed to see Masako behind me with a confused look on her face and asked at me: Mr. Jin, this lady is...
Of course I can't say that this lady is the daughter of the Democratic MP, the largest party on the left, and she can only answer: Well, this is my assistant Masako Watanabe. I don't know how to drink tea this time...
Oh, since you are your assistant, let’s go together, Mr. Shinoda welcomes you together!
Shibazaki said this, Masako hurriedly grabbed me and hugged my arm, as if she was afraid of losing me.
I hugged Wenzi gently, sighed in my heart, and felt so exciting that I couldn't even eat noodles. A bowl of steaming ramen slowly cooled down like this.
Sister, is it okay if you don’t play the master slave game? If you feel uncomfortable in the future, I’ll accompany you.
I, who was holding Wenzi, have forgotten her identity and the way she was calling and drinking. At this moment, she is just a little woman who longs for warmth.
At this moment, I was determined to stop Wenzi's gradual slavery under my hands.
Although I am not a good person, I can't watch myself make Sister Wenzi get used to the depraved happiness and cannot extricate myself
Isn’t it great to hold her like this and let her irritability and anxiety gradually resolve her chest?
My sister raised her head and showed a smile that looked like the warm winter sun: What ah, I won’t play anymore, I’m just curious anyway, but... it’s really exciting...
I quickly stopped her upcoming memories: By the way, sister, I have already helped you with the performance activities on the No. 17th
When my sister heard me talking about business, she immediately used her face-changing skills. She frowned and said to me in a consistent commanding tone: Don’t try to escape that day!
Why am I running away?
I quickly explained: I found someone to serve me, and I guarantee that your activity will shock the whole of Fusang!
You...Who are you looking for? It's not those Big Three, right? Why haven't I heard that you have contacts with them?
Wenzi asked in confusion
I am happy this time. Now the so-called giants are not worthy of carrying shoes for my master. I smiled and said: No, it’s my master who is wise to spread the word!
When my sister heard this, her eyes stared into quail eggs and asked with an incredible look on her face: How is that possible? You... your master, Jin Jun, is this true?
My master has retired for more than ten years. If Wenzi's agency invites him to perform this time, it will undoubtedly be a bombshell for the industry, and the company's reputation will immediately rise sharply.
How can my sister not be excited?
Of course it is true, why am I lying to you?
I said: I will tell you the master’s address at that time. Remember not to let others disturb him. You can pick him up by yourself, okay?
Wenzi now has 1,000 promises, and 10,000 promises. Her head is like pounding garlic. She was a little sad just now, and she suddenly became excited again.
I finally relaxed and pushed Wenzi's shoulders away, preparing to eat the bowl of half-hot ramen to fill my stomach, but Wenzi grabbed me: Master, there is still something hot there, I'll bring it to you!
I tsk and said: Why are you still calling me this? Didn’t you say you won’t play anymore?
Fun!
Wenzi sniffed at me and jumped into the kitchen
Damn, I'm pretending to be young, I'm impressed...
Although I said this, I hope Sister Wenzi can have more such frank and happy days in my heart
After a while, we both ate all the remaining ramen
Wenzi got this great news and was so excited that he was like a child. I was about to find her remote control to read the news, but she grabbed me and said with a smile: Master, if you return to China, I won’t be able to see your performance?
Of course you can't see it, I said: My master's rope art is much more amazing than mine, just watch his performance Ah
But……
Wenzi seemed to be deliberately hiding something: The old man is an old man after all, I think Jin Jun must be handsome when performing on stage...
I don't comment on this review. I don't know whether it's handsome or not, but my previous performances have been praised by many people. The media's evaluation of me is amazing.
Because Sister Wenzi has to deal with a lot of things, she missed the opportunity to visit me for the previous performances. However, as for the performances, I have to see that there are opportunities in the future!
I was about to tell her like this, but Wenzi asked me first: Why don’t you give me a private performance before you leave? Is it good to be your model? Don’t play those... games, just look at your technique. I think my feeling of being a model should be deeper, okay?
I want to reiterate here that the bound Tao is an art that can infinitely amplify the beauty of the female body through props. The female body has the unique and graceful beauty given by nature and cannot be replaced by anything. The rope art derived from this is an art that amplifies and reprocesses this beauty and sublimates this natural beauty to the level of Tao.
For a rope master, the methods of binding that can be mastered by the table are all artistic essences developed and derived from dozens of generations of Fusang predecessors.
When performing on stage, models usually wear traditional kimonos and close-fitting short clothes, so don't worry about the stimulating effect of ropes when playing privately
After listening to Wenzi's words, I also felt that it seemed like a waste to stay on the sofa and watch TV on the good night. But I, who had not used my skills for a long time, couldn't help but itch and said to Wenzi: Ah, but Sister Wenzi's house has no ropes, so how can I perform?
Um……
Sister Wenzi thought about it and said, "Is it okay for us to secretly return to the company and go to your studio?"
Is this a bit too exaggerated?
The security guards in Akasaka Building knew me, but the security guard on night shift saw my sister and I go in and out late at night. It is hard to guarantee that we will not be able to spread any gossip.
At this time, I suddenly had an idea and asked my sister: Sister, do you have many stockings at home? Don’t have pantyhose tights
More, there are about ten pairs, what do you want to do with Ah master (it seems to be awesome)
Wenzi asked in confusion
With this, it would be easy to deal with. I quickly said: Don’t worry, go find them all for me!
Wenzi looked at me with suspicion and scrutiny, but she still obediently rummaged through the cabinets.
After a while, the bed in Wenzi's bedroom was covered with about twenty stockings of different colors and patterns. The only similarity was that the upper part of their thighs was lace!
It seems that my sister really likes lace stuff...
I thought to myself, and smiled in the face of Wenzi's extremely curious gaze, picked up the two stockings on the bed and tied them together and tied them together.
Ah, Master, you are so smart!
Wenzi's eyes lit up and knew what I was going to do. It's Ah. So many sexy stockings, isn't it a waste?
After a while, the stockings that were scattered in the bed were connected one by one by one and turned into a silk rope with excellent toughness. Anyway, it was used as a rope art performance. I didn't strip my sister's clothes anymore. After she let her kneel firmly on the bed, she started to operate it.
First, pull her left hand behind her back, then pull her right hand over her head and tie her wrists (this requires the flexibility of the string, which Wen Zi can do). Next, go around the forearm and elbow joints of her right hand, circle toward the collarbone, then circle back to the elbow joint of her left arm, then return to the intersection of her hands, pull down to the buttocks, pass through the underperineum, first tie the right thigh and calves together through several knots, then repeat the homework on the left, and finally pass through the perineum and meet at the intersection of her hands (it is difficult to understand, so you don’t need to understand anyway). This binding method is completed in about five minutes.
Look at Sister Wenzi again. Since her thighs and calves were fixed together, she could only kneel on the bed. She looked like a sword frame, and her two arms tied behind her back were up and down, as if she was carrying a long object on her back.
Sister Wenzi obviously didn't feel good. Although the rope made of stockings is quite elastic, this ostentatious posture is really restrained and can't help twisting.
Is she wearing a close-fitting performance costume? The more she twisted, the rope between her legs became deeper and deeper, and her melon-shaped face began to turn red again
I think this is not a solution, so I may have to play with it. I quickly untied the knot at the intersection of my hands. In this way, a wire rope was missing between my legs, and it felt much easier suddenly.
Wenzi gave a breath and asked: Jin Jun, this... is so strange, was it your master taught you?
I thought to myself that since I was going to watch my performance, how could I use the performance my master taught me?
Smiling and answered: No, I figured out this binding method myself. I named Su Qin's sword.
Su...Qin...Bound sword? What is Su Qin?
My sister's red face was slightly thoughtful: But, this posture was really like a heavy sword pressing on my back!
Su Qin is not a thing. Su Qin is a famous master in our China during the Warring States Period.
Since I used to study liberal arts, I still have some research on ancient cultures.
The most well-known thing about Su Qin is probably the allusion of his head hanging from the beam and his thighs being stabbed.
This old man always puts his sword on his back when traveling around the country. When fighting in close combat, he can use it to prevent his back from attacking. My name is Su Qin's sword binding method, which is exactly the habit of himself and himself
How about it, it's very vivid?
I roughly introduced Mr. Su Qin's allusion to Sister Wenzi. She listened with relish and kept saying that she wanted to learn from this Chinese old man (do you learn to thorn the thighs). I saw that she was tied up by this very strong binding method and felt a little uncomfortable, so I turned to her and untied it for her.
The silk rope made of stockings is not the kind you are used to. After tied, you have to untied it and cut it. These are the things that Sister Wenzi wears on her beautiful legs every day. I can only walk around again one by one.
After a long time of struggle, Wenzi finally broke free from the fate of acting as Mr. Su Qin's sword frame. However, the first thing she did after she came out was to run to open the computer, hang up the skype and open the email, and look at the reply from various film dealers.
Sister, won't it?
I was just about to say that there was no need to be so dedicated. I could just leave these schedules to personnel processing, but my sister turned around and said to me: I want to study with the Chinese old man and work hard!
Oh, my god, this can be done with me. I really convinced her that she has both work and life. She is really worthy of being my agent!
It was probably because I hadn't been to a woman's boudoir for too long. At this time, my mind was basically broken, and I didn't think about it as soon as I fell on Wenzi's big bed. I watched her stare at the computer screen and stared at the focus and silly look. While pulling the rope made of countless stockings, I restored them one by one, but it was not easy to smooth it out after being wrinkled. I probably had to go into the washing machine.
At least this time will not be boring for me. After all, it is much more comfortable than me who stays alone in that broken apartment and plays online games.
After Wenzi finished reading the email, I jumped up and pressed her waist from behind, while opening my special edition on the Snake Word website to introduce some more ornamental binding methods.
It turns out that the owner is still publishing works online! I don’t know Ah Hey, next time I will be your model, you will take pictures for me, hilarious!
I don't know if my sister is joking or to be honest, but how can I make her appreciated by others after she goes further with her?
So he said: No, I don’t allow others to look at my sister’s body!
Wenzi made a very strange expression to me after hearing this, as if he knew you would say that. It might be that Master, hello man. Before I could tell what this expression meant, she started a surprise attack on me and rushed over and threw me onto the bed.
After struggling in the pile of lace stockings, Sister Wenzi suddenly stopped moving, lowered her head and huddled on my chest, closed her eyes like a little girl.
Let's go to bed, I'll accompany my sister
I whispered, turning off the chandelier switch.
In the bedroom with a strange fragrance, the computer screen was still parked on the gorgeous pictures on my website, but at this moment, there was no fluctuation of lust in my heart.
There is only a feeling of snuggling each other behind loneliness and warming each other
A long-lost feeling
I don't remember how long it took me to sleep with a woman in my arms
On the surface, I am incredible, and no one would have thought that my private life in Tokyo would be like sending Masako home every day, and then returning to the apartment to spend the forum and play World of Warcraft. But this is true.
I slept very peacefully this night
When I woke up the next day, Sister Wenzi had lost her trace. I touched my phone and saw that it was already past ten o'clock. It was really a luxury for many people to sleep until they woke up naturally.
The originally messy stockings on the bed had been packed up by Sister Wenzi. When I turned my head, I found that there was a string of shiny keys on the pillow.
I smiled. I can be considered a relative in Tokyo, and now there should be another one more
Just as I was about to get up and see what else my sister had to eat at home, a song of love shift suddenly floated out of her phone.
Very few people know about this number, and usually only people in the company will call it. When you look at the number, it is indeed the company's switchboard.
So I pressed the answer button: Hello, I'm Jinfeng
Jin, I'm Masako
It turned out to be Masako. I wonder what she would think if she knew that I was lying on Funko's bed now?
But today her voice seemed extremely nervous: Jin, I told my dad last night...
Oh, what did you say?
It seems she still listens to me
Masako continued on the phone: Well...I said I want to take a New Year's Eve and travel to China with my boyfriend...
Her voice felt a little weird. I could hear it all at once, so I had a tacit understanding with her for more than two years.
Well, what did your dad say?
Masako: Well...I didn't tell him what you do, nor did he ask... He said he wanted to see you
See me?
So it's good that an ugly daughter-in-law will eventually meet her parents-in-law, let alone a cool man, I?
I was happy. If Masako was uneasy about this matter, it would be impossible to deal with it. So I said: Good, I want to see my uncle too. When has it been decided?
For some reason, the sound on the other end of Masako's phone became more and more strange. He... He seemed very busy these two days and said he wanted to treat you to dinner on the 10th night... in Dongfang Wenhua
No way?
You may not know where Oriental Mandarin is. It is the most expensive and diversified international metropolis in Tokyo. It is located in Hashimuromachi, the center of Tokyo. The spa is integrated into the essence of traditional Fuso massage and hot spring baths. The hotel it belongs to is also a unique place in the old Hashimuromachi. It occupies the Oriental Mandarin Hotel on the top of the three towers. It has a suffocating view of the entire Tokyo city with a 360-degree circle.
Who is Masako's father? I suddenly thought of this problem that I have always overlooked, and a very ominous premonition suddenly enveloped me
Masako, who is your father?
I couldn't help but ask
My dad, he... his name is Hideo Watanabe...
Masako was stuck and couldn't continue talking about it when she said this
I vaguely feel that this name sounds very familiar, and it seems that I have often heard it in some places. After careful recollection, I almost flipped down from Sister Wenzi's bed!
Watari Hideo!
He is not an ordinary person. He is a member of the Fuso Democratic Party, currently a member of the Fuso Senate, and former Postal Secretary Hideo Watanabe!
There is an idiom in China called "Dagui Chuan", and another idiom called "Five Thunder Booming". When I suddenly realized the identity of Masako's father, the feeling in my head was like the strange feeling of the combination of these two idioms.
Asked in an instant, some of the puzzles that were difficult to understand in the past (because I was too lazy to understand) were all clear and the sun was clear.
The girls I have come into contact with are based on the calculation unit. After contacting so many girls, I summarized a strange phenomenon: if your parents have good looks, the girls born may not be good-looking, but they will definitely be very elegant and give people a unique feeling.
Masako undoubtedly belongs to this type
Her eyebrows and eyes probably inherited the typical Fusang appearance of his father with thin eyes and hooked nose, so she is not very beautiful, but her cold temperament is incomparable. I think this is precisely due to his father's words and deeds.
As for why Masako has such a good figure, 80% of her mother is a beauty in the entertainment industry or modeling industry in the past. It is a trend in society!
Although Masako has the calm and unrestrained temperament of her father, she must have been spoiled very much since she was a child, so the heart under a cool face is very fragile.
The reason why she wanted to study sociology courses at Dongda University was perhaps the tradition of their family, and her insistence on not letting me touch her should be due to family reasons.
How could a Senate member let his daughter marry a Chinese who refuses to become a Fuso nationality?
Masako heard that I hadn't replied on the phone for a long time, thinking that I was frightened by her father's identity and stuttered and didn't know what to say, Jin... Jin? You... My father is very kind to me...
Actually, this is not something I care about at all. I originally wanted to make up a spell to deceive Masako's father, but now I know that her father's identity is so special. It will definitely not work for such a person who has been struggling in politics for decades. Telling lies will definitely not work.
It would be fine if her father didn't ask me what I was doing, of course this was unlikely, so I was ready to take the initiative and tell the councillor directly my real career!
As for the result, let it be left to fate!
Thinking of this, I couldn't help but smile, Oh, Masako, nothing, then I'll go to the appointment that day! By the way, are you going with me, or are you waiting for me in Wenhua with my uncle? I...I'll be with you...
Masako said hesitantly that I seemed to feel the blush on her face at this moment, and a warm feeling appeared in her heart.
Masako has such a father who actually followed me after graduation. It's already a miracle
OK, I'll wait for me at the company tonight, I'll pick you up for dinner
Masako nodded and we hung up the call
There was nothing special in the next few days. As usual, I went online, had dinner with Masako, and chatted with my sister. Until the day on the 8th, I went to the shooting base called COre film dealer for routine work, the tea-drinking appointment of Shinoda Shinoda, the leader of the Nine Yamaguchi Group, finally arrived.
I rarely adjusted the alarm clock this morning because I agreed that Mr. Shinoda would send his special car to Wenzi's company to pick me up this morning.
I arrived at Akasaka Building on time at 8 o'clock. Sure enough, less than half an hour later, two pure black cars appeared downstairs of the building.
Damn, is this a treat or a robbery?
I muttered to myself
It is important to know that most of these underworld people who have a deep relationship with the radical parties on the right wing of Fusang are firmly supporters of Fusang nationalism.
If I, a Chinese, say something wrong on their territory, the result will definitely be unimaginable!
After a while, a man about the same height as me, with a buzz cut and a dark brown leather jacket came.
Is this the office location of Mr. Sheng Shijin?
I looked at the man. His face was very dark and he was about the same age as me, but his eyes were obviously much stronger and more determined than me. At a glance, you can tell that he was a veteran who had served for several years of military service.
Although it is casually dressed, it cannot conceal the sharp temperament emitted from him.
I'm Jinfeng
It’s a blessing or not a disaster, it’s a disaster. I saw that he asked me about it with the switchboard lady and it must be someone from Yamaguchi, so I just took the initiative to walk up: Are you here to treat me to tea?
The man didn't seem to expect me to speak so directly. He was stunned for a moment, twitched and said with a cold and hard corner of his mouth and said: Oh, Mr. Jin, I have been relied on for a long time! I am the leader of the Hirota group of Yamaguchi Group. Tadashi Shibasaki. Since Mr. is ready, let's go now.
good
I'm too lazy to talk nonsense, so I turned around and followed him to the elevator
At this time, Shibazaki seemed to see Masako behind me with a confused look on her face and asked at me: Mr. Jin, this lady is...
Of course I can't say that this lady is the daughter of the Democratic MP, the largest party on the left, and she can only answer: Well, this is my assistant Masako Watanabe. I don't know how to drink tea this time...
Oh, since you are your assistant, let’s go together, Mr. Shinoda welcomes you together!
Shibazaki said this, Masako hurriedly grabbed me and hugged my arm, as if she was afraid of losing me.
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