Kondo Masahiko's face was cold and furious, and the ends of his permed hair were filled with anger.

In fact, Kondo is overbearing and has rough knowledge. After all, he is not the same person as Nakamori Akina, who has delicate sensibility. He thought that he could convince the other party by talking big words, but he ran into a wall of rejection during Nakamori Akina's escape.

This is a feeling that is difficult to explain clearly. He wanted to become a heartthrob man, but his efforts and courage were denied by Akina Nakamori with a wave of her hand. Such a random scribbling method made him shiver down his spine and made him unable to find himself.

manhood.

Is she going to have a cold war with herself to the end?

Kondo was in a state of confusion. Thinking of Nakamori Akina's innocent face, which looked like a girl who had grown up from a virgin, he was sure that she had never suffered. He really wanted to give her a slap in the face.

Everything tonight seemed to Kondo Masahiko to be an insult. He was determined to convince this woman and make her recognize his masculinity no matter what means he used. This time he failed, Kondo was overwhelmed with emotion and still refused to die.

Heart, plotting to give Nakamori Akina another counterattack.

He even wanted to design a drama about a hero saving a beauty, imagining that Narita Katsu was the real Yakuza, and asked him to kidnap Nakamori Akina, and then he would show up at the right time and fight the gangster naked.

Revenge and resentment grew, his tyrant temper had already flared up, and the burning desire in Kondo's heart stimulated him to do more to vent his anger.

After sending his agent, Kondo Masahiko came to the phone booth and dialed the number.

"Hello, I'm Matchy."

The person on the phone seemed very surprised.

"I just arrived in Tokyo not long ago, so I wanted to call you. Are you still working?"

"Well. What about you?"

"I just finished recording the show. I'm very tired. Where are you?"

"Ginza."

"Come here quickly, I'll wait for you."

……

Four o'clock in the morning

Narita Sheng breathed out the air-conditioning, stood in front of the station, raised his hand and glanced at his watch.

The Valentine's Day performance was well received. After Narita Katsu witnessed the enthusiastic cheers from the audience at the end of the performance backstage, he picked up his luggage and left Roppongi with a sense of satisfaction. When he arrived in Kyoto, he felt like his body was hollowed out, and he felt a trace of

Different freedom from Tokyo.

But speaking of it, meeting a woman at an agreed place late at night, and the woman is a beautiful woman, is hard not to make others think too much. It’s like it’s just for a tryst, which is a bit awkward.

The Japanese people are too sensitive about the relationship between men and women. In fact, he and Aomiya Yoko traveled separately and agreed to meet in Kyoto. He didn't care. In his opinion, Aomiya Yoko is his important partner.

and allies, not to mention treating her as a more powerful person than men like Morishita.

I just don’t know what others will think.

"Sheng-kun, you must have been waiting for me for a long time."

When Narita Sheng heard the voice, he turned around and paused. The words of greeting rolled in his throat and he was speechless.

Yoko Aomiya is wearing the most popular shoulder-padded coat at the moment, a rare dress. Her hair is curled upwards. Her hair is slightly wavy, neither long nor short, and hangs naturally on the shoulder blades. The inside of the coat is slightly open-chested.

The shirt is layered with a black close-fitting turtleneck sweater and a black belt around the waist.

It is very elegant and fashionable, and there is no trace of Mama-san at all.

Narita Sheng suddenly realized that after all, she was also a living person with flesh and blood and emotions. A person who was a cold stone without consciousness almost did not exist.

"Not long after we arrived, you looked very tired." Narita Sheng hesitated on how to call her. If she called her "Mama-san", it would be inappropriate for both herself and others. She simply didn't want to call her Yoko.

"I should return these words to Katsu-kun intact," Yoko looked very happy and walked out of the station side by side with Narita Katsu.

"Where to go now, Gion?"

Narita Sheng was a little uneasy.

"No, Katsu-kun just follow me." Yoko, who had taken off her kimono, was more lively than ordinary people. She forcibly grabbed Narita Katsu's arm, had a luxurious time, and took a taxi from the station.
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In the taxi, Narita Katsu began to sweat. The temperature inside the taxi was not low, and it was even hot and dry.

"Going to Kinkakuji Temple? Are there any important people you want to visit?" Narita Masaru was quite confused. It was impossible to go to Kinkakuji Temple as a "one-day tourist" at this time. It was obvious that Yoko had other intentions.

"No, no."

"I will listen to your arrangements."

"Okay."

Aomiya Yoko lowered her voice and closed her eyes. She felt her heartbeat speeding up. Gradually, a smile slowly spread at the corner of her mouth, as if she was excited after a bad thing succeeded, accompanied by an inexplicable sense of satisfaction or fullness, and then

Mixed with a little bitterness.

She was thinking that if there was a car accident and she and Narita Katsu died together, nothing would matter.

The taxi was speeding, and the darkness kept approaching them, swallowing up the taillights, like a giant black beast peering at a man and a woman in the night. The engine made a rumbling sound like a premonition.

The journey was still long. Narita Katsu saw that Yoko Aomiya was already asleep beside him. He stared at the darkness outside the window. He wanted to rush towards the burnt and shiny teeth of the dark beast so that he could escape from the narrow space.

, it was all over. When I came back to my senses, I realized that the shining teeth were stained with the morning glow of the sun's glaze.

The taxi arrived at its destination before the sun fully rose and the whereabouts of the two were exposed to the sun.

"This is a Japanese-style hotel run by a good friend I met when I was a geisha."

Narita Masaru nodded politely to Aomiya Yoko's friend and looked at the surrounding environment. This place is in the forest and has less modern atmosphere. If you don't search carefully, a first-time visitor will definitely not be able to find the correct address.

However, he didn't have the intention to enjoy it.

After traveling thousands of miles to Kyoto for a business trip, he only made preparations for two days and one night, and now he is sleeping in a hotel early in the morning. What does Aomiya Yoko mean by this?

Entering the not-so-dark corridor, Yoko seemed to realize that something was wrong with her approach, which was completely different from her original intention. She felt that she was strange, but she didn't know what kind of force prompted her to do such an abnormal move. She sighed silently.

, preached very appropriately:

"Remember what I asked Narita-san to do before? The person I need you to help me convince is right here."

Narita Sheng didn't react after hearing this. He was ashamed of his gaffe just now.

"Let's rest here for a while. It would be very inconsiderate to leave Narita-san with messy hair and dark circles." As Aomiya Yoko said, she took Narita-san to a Japanese-style room in the hotel.

You can take a bath in the bathhouse, the environment is quite good.

"Where are you going?"

"If you need anything, just call me. I'm in the room next to you." As soon as she finished speaking, Yoko left the place, a bit like running away. Countless old things came to mind, and she didn't dare to look at him at all. Ever since

When she started running Carune, she made adjustments to her psychology. She immersed herself in work and tried to calm down her mind.

But now, after escaping Tokyo, although she is not so uneasy, various thoughts still linger. In short, she is determined to forget all about them!

Yoko comforted herself in this way. She knew that no one would understand her worries, and she was not sure that she could explain her thoughts clearly.

After Narita Katsu saw Yoko leaving, he put down his sense of urgency and locked the door. He threw his luggage on the ground and scattered the clothes he took off. He took out a can of oolong tea from the refrigerator and drank it happily, but he still felt sleepy.

Coming up. In order to dispel the loneliness, he turned on the TV.

On TV, Nakamori Akina, dressed as an American cowboy, was standing with several good-looking idols. She must be performing some sketch. Narita Katsu couldn't help but laugh out loud. Recently, he often saw Nakamori Akina, and he couldn't help but laugh.

Not to mention it’s a wonderful fate.

Seeing her silly acting out childish skits and making exaggerated and funny expressions made him feel more relaxed.

However, Narita Sheng was really tired. He simply rinsed his body, held his breath and sat in the bath. He leaned on the side and looked at the slightly turbid blue sky outside the floor-to-ceiling window that happened to be facing the bath.

Still listening to the noisy sound of the TV, all kinds of fantasies appeared in my mind, and I slowly fell into a dream.
Chapter completed!