Chapter 191: Beautiful Legs with Exaggerated Proportions
Feng Dielian looked at Yingkong Kurumi and secretly admired her in her heart.
To be honest, Feng Dielian still admires her workaholic boss Yingsora Kurumi.
Almost all of my free time is devoted to work, and during this period, I haven't seen any cases of subordinates being blamed.
Whenever her subordinates make mistakes, she always stands up and takes the responsibility.
This allowed her to gain the loyalty of a large number of veterans at a young age.
There is also her experience since childhood, which is no longer a secret in the Security Bureau. She was all alone and was deceived by her own master.
Almost the same as my own life experience.
However, she has already broken through her fate and moved towards a new world, while she is still carrying the burden laboriously.
If it weren't for the conflict between their identities, Feng Dielian would be willing to be her assistant.
However, there are no ifs in many things in this world.
Moreover, he had been badly fooled by this woman during this period of time, and had done almost all the embarrassing things to her.
Thinking of this, Feng Dielian couldn't feel good when she looked at Yingkong Kurumi.
"Humiliation?" Sakura Kurumi stood up from behind the desk with a smile.
The leather jacket fits her curves breathtakingly.
Like a ripe, crisp peach.
Feng Dielian looked at this with some jealousy. No wonder the man said that she had lost weight and did not eat well after kneading her for a while last night.
If eating could grow here, I would have become a glutton long ago.
"How can you say it's humiliating?" Yingkong Kurumi patted Feng Dielian's shoulder in a condescending manner and shook her head: "Deputy Feng Dielian, this kind of thinking is wrong and very dangerous. How can you say it's humiliating to work for the Japanese people?"
They are obviously the same age, why are you pretending to be old? Feng Dielian rolled her eyes and said, "Sakura Sora Kurumi Hall Director, enough of your official rhetoric, stop wasting time. If you want to talk to me about something, please tell me quickly. Anyway, I'm going to give it my all, so don't try to discourage me."
"Don't worry, you don't have to go out on the field today. We have a meeting. Several important people from above are here to see us." Yingkong Kurumi walked out of the desk: "Come with me, eh~~?"
Yingkong Kurumi suddenly discovered something, stopped and looked Feng Dielian up and down.
This female subordinate has cold facial features and always keeps her lips pursed and never smiles.
This made Yingkong Kurumi want to tease her from time to time, but today her cold and beautiful facial features, with a slightly feminine demeanor: "Deputy Fengdielian, it seems that I haven't seen you for one night, and you are really a little different."
"Haha" saying this, Feng Dielian snorted with a bit of complacency.
I wanted to tell her that your man slept with me last night, so as to piss off this hateful woman.
"Let's go. Don't keep those big guys waiting too long." After saying this, Yingkong Kurumi yawned, shook her ponytail, raised her arms cutely, twisted her waist lazily into an S shape, and stretched.
The sudden change of style made Feng Dielian feel a little inferior.
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Imperial Hotel Tokyo.
Kyoko Sasaki woke up very late in the suite.
When she opened her eyes, sunlight was already shining into the bedroom of the hotel suite.
It's noon.
This was totally out of her routine.
In recent years, as soon as Kyoko Sasaki opens her eyes in the morning, she makes breakfast for the family and then rushes to work without stopping.
I almost never sleep in as late as I did today.
Last night she tried to text her brother-in-law, asking if she could book a table at the Imperial Hotel in Tokyo.
The brother-in-law, whom she had always looked down upon, readily said that it was no problem and told her to go directly to the hotel lobby manager.
Is it really that easy? He didn't even hesitate.
Didn’t Nako Ishizawa say that ordinary people can’t make a reservation at all?
For a moment, Kyoko Sasaki couldn't see through this idle brother-in-law.
Ding Dong.
The hotel doorbell rang.
Kyoko Sasaki got out of bed in her light purple nightgown, walked to the door barefoot, and looked through the peephole.
Nako Ishizawa.
This allowed her to open the door of the hotel room with confidence.
"Why did you come so early?" Kyoko Sasaki rubbed her eyes and yawned.
"It's still early. It's already noon." Ishizawa Nako strode in: "You haven't eaten yet?"
"No, I'll ask the hotel to deliver it. The housekeeper reminded me that food can be delivered at any time, and the cost is included in the room rate." Kyoko Sasaki said tiredly.
"Why are you so sleepy? Didn't you sleep well last night?" Ishizawa Nako walked into the bedroom and looked around.
"Don't look at me. I'm the only one here. What are you thinking about?" Kyoko Sasaki closed the hotel room door and followed her in. Looking at her curious expression, she shook her head helplessly.
"Oh, if I had known I would have ordered a gigolo for you. What a waste of this big bed." Ishizawa Nako said with regret, and suddenly pointed at the bed and said, "No, it's not right, one person? The sheets are wrinkled and about to break, one person sleeps like this."
Ishizawa Nako suddenly stared at Sasaki Kyoko's legs, which were motionless, and pointed with her hand, with a smirk on her face: "You've vomited like this."
"What are you looking at? What's wrong?" Kyoko Sasaki looked down.
Her little face turned red in an instant, and even the fair skin on her neck and chest turned frighteningly red.
The light purple nightgown is extremely transparent.
"Oh!" Kyoko Sasaki's face turned red as if blood was dripping. She shyly took out a clean pair of underwear from the suitcase spread out on the ground and ran into the bathroom.
Seeing Sasaki Kiko's embarrassed appearance, Ishizawa Nako lay on the sofa and laughed non-stop, shouting loudly: "There is nothing to be ashamed of, everyone has had this experience."
Kyoko Sasaki ignored her best friend, knowing that the more she paid attention to her, the crazier she would become.
After taking a shower in the bathroom, Kiko Sasaki changed her underwear and walked out again.
Then I put the changed underwear into the dryer.
"Tsk tsk, you washed it so quickly, trying to destroy the body?" Ishizawa Nako said with a smile: "Who is the target?"
"What object?" The blush on Kyoko Sasaki's face had not yet faded, and she pretended to be stupid as she picked up the hotel housekeeper's phone to order food.
"Of course it's the person you spit out like that," Ishizawa Nako said with a sly smile, "Don't tell me which male celebrity it is. You're not a fan of celebrities at all. And don't tell me it's your husband who died young. Tell me, who is it."
"No, no." Sasaki Kiko also huddled in the sofa, covering her ears with her hands: "I don't want to listen."
"Humph." Ishizawa Nako curled her lips in dissatisfaction: "You are not sincere at all. I will tell you everything."
"No one else." Kyoko Sasaki patted her forehead.
"Okay, okay, let's not talk about it." Ishizawa Nako shrugged her shoulders. "Have you decided where tonight's party will be held? What does your brother-in-law say? Is the Imperial Hotel in Tokyo okay?"
"Yes, I sent him a message." Sasaki Kyoko nodded: "He told me to go to the lobby manager and said it was no problem, just let me know."
"Really! Your brother-in-law is so powerful, as if he is the owner of this hotel. Do you know how difficult it is to book a banquet here?" Ishizawa Nako suddenly thought about it and smiled evilly: "The man you dreamed of last night, could he be your brother-in-law with supernatural powers?"
"Look at what you said. If you keep talking nonsense, I'll be angry." Kyoko Sasaki turned around, her heart pounding.
"Okay, okay, I won't say anything." Ishizawa Nako shrugged her shoulders: "You are still so shameless."
Soon the doorbell outside the hotel rang.
Kyoko Sasaki looked through the peephole, quickly put on her bathrobe and opened the door of the hotel room.
"Ms. Sasaki, your meal is here." The waiter came in pushing the food cart and said with a smile.
He pushed the dining cart to the table and placed the plates covered with western-style dining covers one by one. Finally, he put a bottle of red wine and a bowl of fruit on them. Then he bowed and left.
"Oh my god, this is a package included in the suite, it really doesn't cost anything?" Ishizawa Nako came over, took the bottle of red wine from the plate, looked at it in her hand, and showed an expression of disbelief on her face: "This bottle of Bordeaux red wine alone is enough to cover the suite fee, the Tokyo Imperial Hotel is really good to you?"
"My brother-in-law said that everything is included in the room rate. Is this red wine so expensive?" Kyoko Sasaki also took the red wine and looked at it, but she didn't know much about red wine and couldn't tell it apart.
"Of course, the cheapest bottle of Bordeaux wine costs several thousand dollars." Nako Ishizawa said as she opened the lid of the plate.
"Will every guest in the suite receive this kind of treatment?" Kiko Sasaki said as she put down the red wine.
"Is it possible? Look at Matsusaka Wagyu beef." Ishizawa Nako picked up a small food label next to it and looked at it. She pointed at the plate and said, "It's served with Hokkaido's Ezo sea urchin."
Then he brought out a fruit plate and picked a piece of honeydew melon from it and ate it, mumbling, "And honeydew melon from Shizuoka? You told me every suite has this kind of treatment? How can this hotel make money? How can it be profitable? It would have closed down long ago."
"Your brother-in-law is so awesome. I really envy you." Ishizawa Nako swallowed the melon with a look of envy on her face: "This melon alone is not cheap."
Nozomi Sasaki picked up a piece of Matsusaka Wagyu beef with a fork. The texture of pink and white fat intersected, and she just slightly grilled both sides with a grilling torch.
Put it in your red lips and chew it gently and it will melt away, with a soft texture and milky taste, and the aroma of roasted fat.
Coupled with the sweetness of sea urchin, the multi-layered texture and taste are constantly combined in the mouth, and then explode with chewing.
It was indeed the most delicious thing I had ever tasted.
Sasaki Kyoko looked at Ishizawa Nako's blank expression and handed her a fork: "Would you like to eat some too?"
"I've been waiting for you to say that." Ishizawa Nako happily took the fork and said, "I haven't eaten Matsusaka Wagyu, let alone Hokkaido's Ezo sea urchin. Even if I saw it before, I could only look at it and couldn't bear to buy it."
After taking a bite, Ishizawa Nako closed her eyes in satisfaction and collapsed on the sofa: "Tsk tsk, this is the life of rich people, I'm so envious."
The two of them took turns to eat, and finished the food in an instant.
Then he poured two glasses of Bordeaux red wine and tasted them slowly.
"Finally, thanks to you, I was able to be a lady for more than ten minutes." Ishizawa Nako picked up the wine glass and clinked it with Kiko Sasaki.
"It's not that exaggerated." Kyoko Sasaki shook her head.
"You don't know until you get married. After you have a child, you have to save money on everything." Ishizawa Nako sighed, "Now you have to spend money on children from the moment they are born. When they grow up, the tuition fees in Japan are so expensive, not to mention the tuition fees, and there is still a mortgage that has not been paid off."
"I know, it's similar at my house." Kyoko Sasaki also took a sip silently.
The mortgage and some debts at home also made her afraid to stop, but fortunately she didn't have children.
But you must not lose this job.
When Kyoko Sasaki thought of this, she quickly picked up her phone and started playing.
Open the workgroup.
I don’t know what the specific situation is now.
There was a lot of discussion in the group, with all kinds of speculation.
But the most important thing is that the new president seems to want to hand over the association to professional managers.
However, it is common practice for such professional managers to bring their subordinates with them, then cut departments and finally relocate the office.
It is very likely that for greater efficiency, all department offices will be concentrated in Tokyo.
Nozomi Sasaki sighed.
Neither of these two things I want.
Not to mention the departmental cuts, I absolutely cannot lose this job, otherwise the bank will take my house away and my whole family will have to live on the street.
If the office location is moved, coming to Tokyo is acceptable if it is really not possible, but it will no longer be convenient to take care of the elders at home.
"What's wrong?" Nako Ishizawa asked with concern when she saw that Kyoko Sasaki's face suddenly looked very bad.
Kyoko Sasaki told her story again.
"There's nothing I can do about it. It's so hard to find a job now." Ishizawa Nako also sighed: "I tried to find a job, but I've been a housewife for so long that no one wants me to be a cashier now. The employment situation is so difficult now."
"It's a pity that you can't meet the new president, otherwise you can use a beauty trick, take off your nightgown, and show off your fat. Woo woo woo."
Ishizawa Nako's mouth was blocked by Sasaki Kyoko's small hand, and she was choking for a while and couldn't say anything.
"I know what you are going to say." Kiko Sasaki said fiercely.
"No more talking." Nako Ishizawa looked inside Kiko Sasaki's nightgown and sighed regretfully.
The two talked for a while and came to the lobby of the Imperial Hotel in Tokyo.
After finding the lobby manager, Kyoko Sasaki asked a little nervously about the situation of her hotel banquet booking.
"No problem, Ms. Sasaki." The hotel lobby manager bowed respectfully and said, "We will reserve the largest banquet room tonight to hold a banquet for you, and you don't have to worry about the food and drinks for the banquet. The hotel will take care of it."
"Can I see the menu, please?" Kyoko Sasaki was a little worried that the prices were too expensive.
If the meal is like the one in the suite today, I’m afraid all my years of hard work will be wasted.
"Don't worry, the menu contains the hotel's latest high-end meals. The president has instructed that all expenses will be paid by the hotel." The lobby manager seemed to see the worry on Kyoko Sasaki's face and added.
"This is not a good idea." Kiko Sasaki was struggling. She knew it was not a good idea, but she didn't have much savings in her pocket.
"Thank you. Please thank your president for us." Ishizawa Nako quickly took over the conversation, stretched out her hand, slightly pushed Sasaki Kyoko and bowed.
Kyoko Sasaki blushed and quickly bowed to express her gratitude.
"You're welcome, both of you. If you need anything else, just let me know." The lobby manager returned the greeting and bowed.
"If possible, can we have two servings of the set meal for lunch tomorrow? She eats a lot." Ishizawa Nako straightened her back, pointed her little finger at Sasaki Kiko, and said bluntly.
The lobby manager was stunned. Looking at the red-faced Sasaki Kyoko, he smiled and said knowingly, "No problem. I will tell the kitchen staff to prepare two meals starting at noon tomorrow."
"Thank you very much." After watching the lobby manager leave, Ishizawa Nako put her arm around Sasaki Kyoko's waist and said, "I'll have lunch with you tomorrow at noon."
"Don't you have to cook for the children?" Kiko Sasaki said helplessly.
"Let my husband do it." Ishizawa Nako said unconvinced.
Then he took out his phone and opened the group: "I'm going to send a message to these snobs in Tokyo. Our Lady Sasaki invites them to come to the party here tonight, the Imperial Hotel in Tokyo~~~ These guys will be so scared that their eyes will drop out."
"That's not good." Kyoko Sasaki said with a red face.
"What's wrong with that?" Ishizawa Nako looked Sasaki Kyoko up and down and said, "Come on, I'll take you to get your hair done. I still have money in my card."
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Feng Dielian followed behind Yingkong Hutao, looking at her two plump and trembling buttocks with jealousy, and came to the basement floor.
The meeting was not in a conference room.
After passing a police sports field and taking the elevator to the ground level, we arrived at the backyard of the Security Department.
Sakura Kurumi took her to a secluded residential house.
A house that looks very ordinary.
Sure enough, there were already a few people waiting inside.
There are both men and women.
Fengdielian doesn't know anyone except the Minister of Home Affairs Hiroshi Kojima.
Sakura Kurumi's beautiful eyes paused. The woman sitting next to her seemed very familiar, as if she had seen her somewhere before.
She was wearing a white shirt and a uniform skirt, had long hair, delicate facial features and bright red lips.
The most pleasing thing is a pair of exaggeratedly long beautiful legs.
She is fair and well-proportioned, with beautiful lines.
She is only about 1.6 meters tall, and her legs take up a large proportion of her body, making her upper body look even smaller.
The long legs were clasped in a pair of black stockings, the thin silk was stretched by the white skin, becoming light and translucent. The top of the stockings was embroidered with a circle of exquisite lace, which was wrapped around the middle of the thigh.
Against the backdrop of the black stockings, the back half of the thigh appears whiter and softer.
The woman saw Yingkong Kurumi coming in and stood up first and smiled: "Deputy Yingkong Kurumi, oh no, now I am the director of Yingkong Kurumi. It's been a long time since we last met. Do you still remember me?"
(End of this chapter)
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