Chapter 243 Fang Zuo and Abe Noque's ambiguous scene
The moonlight is cold and thin.
This female congresswoman, who has a gentle face but a strong personality, quietly reveals her extremely insecure side under the moonlight.
These days, she sat like this, leaning against the wall in a corner of the bedroom.
She was abandoned by her parents when she was young, then by her husband, and now she is going to be abandoned by the man she loves again?
Shiraishi Nagimitsu, what is the meaning of your life?
"Why don't you sit on the bed?"
A gentle voice came.
Shiraishi Nagimitsu, who was sitting in the corner, was shocked all over and slowly raised his head in disbelief.
It’s still that familiar face.
A pair of big hands touched Shiraishi Nagimitsu's face, then touched her arms, and then pinched her bare feet.
"Ice cold." said the man.
A pair of big hands went down through her legs, holding up her plump buttocks as soft as water, and the other hand supported her back. He sat on the bed and held her in his arms.
Shiraishi Nagimitsu stood there in a daze, saying nothing and making no movement.
She just tilted her little head back and stared at the man, tears welling up in her eyes, overflowing and then flowing down.
His whole body was shaking and he was trying hard to hold back his voice.
She didn't cry loudly, nor did she hug the man tightly. She just looked at the man, tightly grasped one of his arms with both hands, and let the tears flow freely.
Tears kept running down her face, dripping from her chin, drop by drop, falling onto her chest and merging into a pair of huge breasts.
"Why aren't you talking? You're crying so hard." The man said gently, "Are you blaming me for disappearing these days?"
Shiraishi Nagimitsu finally woke up, wiped away her tears desperately, and forced a smile.
"I-I didn't cry. Look, I'm not crying anymore. I'm very obedient. Don't leave again, okay?"
"I didn't leave." The man held Shiraishi Nagi's face with his big hands, and his thumbs couldn't stop wiping away her tears: "Something unexpected happened, and my phone is broken."
After saying that, he took it out and placed it in front of Shiraishi Nagi: "Look, it won't turn on. I wasn't lying to you."
"Cry it out, don't hold it in." Fang Zuo patted her cheek and said softly, "Be good."
"Woo" Shiraishi Nagimitsu whimpered and threw herself into the man's arms.
"I thought you didn't want me anymore."
She cried so sadly that her body kept twitching and even her cries were incomplete.
“How could that be?”
A big hand gently patted Shiraishi Nagimitsu's back.
No words.
She cried for a long time, until Fang Zuo's shirt was soaked, then Shiraishi Nagimitsu slowly stopped.
"Don't leave me."
"No."
“Is this a dream?”
"Of course not."
"Where have you been? Have you returned to China?"
"Of course not. I was injured and went to recover."
After hearing this, Shiraishi Nagi looked up suddenly and quickly wiped her tears. As expected, she saw that the familiar face looked a little pale.
A pair of small hands nervously tore open the man's shirt, searching for the wound.
"It's not an external injury." Fang Zuo smiled and said, "It's an internal injury. I have provoked a powerful enemy. I may need you to protect me in the future."
After hearing this, Shiraishi Nagi hurried to get out of bed.
"Where are you going?" Fang Zuo grabbed him.
"I'll pack my luggage and we'll go hide in Kawazu Town for a while. I have a house there. There are very few people there and no one can find us." Shiraishi Nagimitsu said nervously.
"It's not that exaggerated." Fang Zuo pulled her back into his arms: "If I have to hide, I'll hide alone."
“No!!!” Shiraishi Nagi suddenly shouted, struggling to break free from the man’s embrace, and looked at Fang Zuo seriously: “Let’s go together, no matter where we go, I don’t want to be left behind again.”
There were traces of tears on her little face, but her expression was extremely determined.
"Leave Yui to Meiyi's care. No matter what happens, I will go with you. Don't abandon me. Promise me."
"It's not that serious."
"Promise me."
"I'm kidding."
"Promise me."
"good."
Hearing the answer she wanted, Shiraishi Nagimitsu finally smiled, but tears flowed uncontrollably again.
Throw herself into the man's arms.
"Every day since I found out you had lost contact, I sat there. Only when I leaned against the wall behind me and on my left and right could I stop being afraid and feel some sense of security." Shiraishi Nagimitsu said as she slowly lowered her head, tossed her messy hair aside, and tears fell all the way.
Fang Zuo was stunned. He had never experienced a woman burying herself in tears so charmingly and sexily.
I touched Shiraishi Nagi's hard-working little head and felt her tears still dripping.
Shiraishi Nagimitsu raised her head, tears still flowing, she was breathing heavily, and the foam at the corners of her mouth mixed with her tears.
"Don't abandon me again."
In the bathroom.
The air is filled with mist, mixed with a light aroma.
There were two bottles of red wine next to the bathtub.
The mobile phone is placed next to the Bluetooth speaker and music is playing on the speaker.
With seductive eyes, Shiraishi Nagimitsu picked up a bottle of red wine and poured it into the bathtub, then hugged Fang Zuo who was sitting in the bathtub tightly from behind.
The body and huge thing covered with white foam rubbed the man's back.
"I don't know how happy I will be to see you tomorrow, Yui."
"Your sister must hate me to death."
"She has been very helpful to me these days. If she hadn't been here, Yui and I might have fallen ill."
Shiraishi Nagimitsu slowly recounted how she had spent the past few days, and as usual, shared every detail of her work and life.
"So your new Japanese Prime Minister is about to step down again?"
"He probably won't step down unless someone does something to interfere." Shiraishi Nagimitsu shook his head. "His final term was less than a year. No one is willing to waste political capital to fight with him for such a short term. Washington probably doesn't want to support an obedient prime minister in such a short time."
“That is to say, this is a very awkward period.”
"Yes, even cabinet members. Many of the new cabinet officials lost in the re-election and are not even members of parliament now. This is rare in the entire political history of Japan."
Suddenly, a cell phone rang from the Bluetooth speaker.
Shiraishi Nagimitsu frowned and picked up the phone. It was so late, who would call him at this time?
Abe is a sparrow?
Why is he calling me at this early hour? Shiraishi Nagi answered the call.
I saw Abe Noja was also in the bathtub, buried in water full of white bubbles like Shiraishi Nagiko.
Abe Nosuke was lying in the bathtub with a glass of red wine.
Looking at Shiraishi Nagi's face full of spring tides, the spring feelings that could not be concealed at the corners of her mouth and eyes.
The haggard look she had had over the past few days seemed to have suddenly recovered.
In the camera, Shiraishi Nagihiru is buried in the water, lying on the side of the bathtub.
Only her head was exposed above the water, and the camera on the mobile phone deliberately avoided taking pictures of the surroundings. Behind her were the man's two thighs.
Abe Nojaku knew what this satisfied look was about, and couldn't help curling her red lips: "I'm really sorry for delaying Councillor Shiraishi's good deeds. I hope it didn't get stuck at the most critical moment? Then I would be guilty of a great sin."
"Congressman Abe, don't feel guilty. You should be able to tell whether he has it or not." Shiraishi Nagimitsu was so bold that it was rare for him to be so bold that Abe Nosuke was a little surprised.
"What do you think about tomorrow's agenda?" Abe Noja glanced at the screen and saw the legs of the man behind Shiraishi Nagimitsu, who was dishonestly rubbing Shiraishi Nagimitsu's smooth back.
"Tomorrow's agenda?" Shiraishi Nagimitsu was stunned.
"Didn't you read the list of urgent topics for tomorrow that the speaker sent?" Abe Nosuke raised his eyebrows. "This is not like your style, Congressman Shiraishi. It's very unprofessional."
"When was it sent?"
"The session of Congress was dissolved not long ago."
"I really haven't read it. Let me check it out in a moment." Shiraishi Nagimitsu was about to switch email accounts.
She has been absent-minded these past few days, just like a zombie, which is indeed a bit unprofessional.
"Don't look at it, Councillor Shiraishi, let me tell you something." Abe Nosuke said as he shook the red wine in his hand: "Our interim prime minister has sent an additional agenda."
"The interim agenda proposed by Shigeki is a major issue of amending the Constitution, specifically to delete Article 9, Paragraph 2 of the Japanese Constitution."
"Delete Article 9, Paragraph 2 of the Japanese Constitution? That's just wishful thinking." Shiraishi Nagiko's face turned serious: "What does he want to do?"
"An interim prime minister, who has been in office for only a few days, wants to amend the constitution, and he even explicitly wants to restore the title and war rights of the Japanese army."
Article 9, Paragraph 2 of the Japanese Constitution states that Japan renounces war, does not maintain war capabilities, and does not have the right to declare war.
Failure to maintain combat effectiveness is already on the verge of being blurred. In fact, the combat effectiveness of the Self-Defense Forces has been increasing, but it is still not called an army.
And this interim prime minister actually put forward such a major proposal.
Does this guy want to re-militarize the Self-Defense Forces?
"I think it's okay." Abe Nosuke took a sip of red wine. "In fact, the second paragraph of Article 9 of the Constitution, which states that the prohibition of not maintaining combat capability has been overturned, hasn't it?"
"A new Izumo-class warship is about to go to sea again. This is the second ship this year. The combat capability of the Maritime Self-Defense Force has been maintained and is even getting stronger."
"This shows that even if it is written into the constitution, it is nothing more than a boring title. It is better to abandon it. This makes Japan's international status more important."
A strange light flashed in Abe Nojaku's eyes, and the red wine glass covered his face.
"I know what you are thinking, Senator Abe. What a boring name. Is it just a simple boring name? Shiba Shigeru's topic is exactly what you want, and it is also a step in your plan, isn't it? No, I will never agree to it." Shiraishi Nagiko shook his head: "I will never agree to let the Self-Defense Forces go on the path of military expansion again. Under the constraints of the constitution, this group of people's armaments are still at this level. If there is no second paragraph of the Nine Articles, what will happen to the expansion? I dare not imagine."
"It is foreseeable that once the name is changed, countless funds and industrial factories will openly move towards the military industry, and parliamentarians and officials will make a lot of money in military procurement, and the entire Japanese government will be tied to the chariot of the military industry interest group."
"Congressman Abe, you called me specifically to confuse and persuade me to agree to this."
"Give up. I will never agree to it. As long as I am in this position, I will never compromise."
"I had long suspected that Councillor Shiraishi would not agree, but I saw that Councillor Shiraishi has been a little restless recently and often distracted, so I decided to give it a try." Abe Noja put down the red wine glass with a smile, and imitated Shiraishi Nagimitsu, changing his posture and resting his hands on the edge of the bathtub: "In fact, it doesn't matter whether you agree or not, Councillor Shiraishi. Three of the five representatives have already agreed. This issue will definitely be put to the Diet for the members to vote on."
Abe Noja looked at a large hand reaching out, doing something underwater: "It seems that Councillor Shiraishi is in such a bad state recently because of the man behind him."
"Hey, the man behind you who has obsessed Councillor Shiraishi, why don't you dare to come out and see me?"
Abe Nojaku smiled provocatively.
Shiraishi Nagimitsu turned her head and looked at Fang Zuo inquiringly.
I saw a big hand hugging Shiraishi Nagimitsu's soft waist.
Shiraishi Nagimitsu obediently followed the big hand, poured into the water, and lay on the man's chest.
The man also took the phone.
"Mr. Abe, long time no see." Fang Zuo said to the camera with a smile.
"You? It's you? It's you!" Abe Noja's beautiful eyes widened in shock, and her red lips opened: "Officer Fujino, right? I remember you. We met in Sakura Sora Kurumi's office."
"What? Congressman Abe still wants to poach me by offering me five times the salary?" Fang Zuo raised his eyebrows at the camera.
"How about five times? If I can dig out the man behind Councillor Shiraishi, I'll pay fifty times, five hundred times." Abe Noja chuckled, watching the water splashing in the camera again: "How about it? Fujino-kun, come to me, I can give you a lot of things, including trying something that Councillor Shiraishi doesn't have."
"Not interested." Fang Zuo shook his head: "Okay, I'm going to get down to business. Congressman Abe, goodbye."
Abe Noja hung up the phone with a serious expression.
It turned out that my sixth sense was correct, but I neglected it later.
The first time I saw the police officer named Fujino, I felt that he was no ordinary person.
Later, Yingkong Kurumi's family business was given away, and he also investigated his background, and it was covered up very well.
Until many things happened later, Abe Nosuke gradually forgot about the man who made him wary.
Now he actually appeared behind Shiraishi Nagi? This was something she had never expected.
When did he get together with Shiraishi Nagiko? Then he recalled that the two groups of ninjas he sent to investigate Shiraishi Nagiko were both missing and dead.
All the Tengu from the demon department died near the Sakurazora family's property.
These things that could not find the murderer and various inexplicable things were instantly connected one by one by Abe Nosaku.
Who is this man?
There is no way it could be just Fujino without any background.
Which faction does he belong to? It's definitely not a family of Onmyoji from Tokyo, could it be from Kyushu or Kansai?
So what is the connection between him and Sakura Kurumi? Ever since they got the property from the Sakura family, they have been related?
If Sakura Sora Kurumi could be scolded at will by Abe Nosuke in the past, now she has to be respected by Abe Nosuke.
For the same position, she is no match for the previous person, Takeda Taifu.
Takeda Taifu, who is facing retirement, has long been sidelined by the major families.
There are thirteen sections in the Tokyo Exorcist Guard, and the chief of each section is from a major Onmyoji family.
And Sakura Sora Kurumi, the new number one in the police force, not only acted decisively after taking office, but also used the case of the Minister of Transport and another case to quickly get rid of the heads of two sections and drive away their Onmyoji family.
She also transferred a person with no background from another department to be her deputy, completely avoiding the risk of the deputy director taking away power.
Taking advantage of the chaos of ghosts in Tokyo that night, she once again drove away a family of Onmyojis and captured a section chief who refused to obey her management.
Up to now, she has removed three troublesome section chiefs from Onmyoji families in Section 13 of the Tokyo Exorcist Guard Department and replaced them with her own people.
The other ten section chiefs were so frightened that they dared not disobey the order.
Plus she's the head of the special operations team and a Shinto priestess.
The power he holds has made everyone jealous.
I heard that she completed the mission entrusted by the Maritime Self-Defense Force this time. I guess even the Self-Defense Force will have to give her face in the future.
Thinking of this, the boiling hot water in the bathtub made Abe Noja feel a little cold.
This man seems to be connecting two important women.
The most dangerous people are often not those hiding behind you, but those who surface, and you still cannot see their true colors clearly.
And turn off the camera on your phone.
Shiraishi Nagi's charming cry was filled with a hint of misery, which made Fang Zuo a little confused, whether it was enjoyment or pain.
A long time passed.
"Are you very sad?" Fang Zuo asked with concern while supporting Shiraishi Nagimitsu's body.
"No, it's not." Shiraishi Nagi, who had just woken up from a coma, bit her lower lip, her face flushed with spring tide, looking at the man with affection and satisfaction in her eyes that could not be contained at all: "Why are there extra particles and slight electric shocks?"
"Don't you like it? Then I'll control myself." Fang Zuo touched his chin. He could control himself, but he just forgot most of the time.
"No, don't control yourself. I like it too much." Shiraishi Nagimitsu bit Fang Zuo's chest hard.
Her eyes were so charming that tears were about to drip out of them, and her limbs wrapped around him again, like a female cat that never felt full, desperately begging for food from its owner.
The moment they returned to the bedroom, they were both stunned.
Oda Yui was actually lying on the bed. When she heard the noise, she sat up and rubbed her eyes.
Then he stared with wide eyes and rubbed his eyes in disbelief.
"Onii-chan." He threw back the quilt and rushed over quickly.
He held Fang Zuo's arm and refused to let go.
Not surprisingly, he burst into tears.
The sky gradually brightened.
Mei Shiraishi, wearing black semi-transparent pajamas, yawned and walked downstairs to prepare breakfast for her sister and Yui.
Ever since that man disappeared, the two women she cared about stopped even eating breakfast.
These days she prepared breakfast and forced the two women to eat a little.
But today, a man was standing in the kitchen.
The man she hated the most.
"Good morning." This hateful man had bare arms and a bath towel tied around his lower body. He was making breakfast and he even dared to greet her with a smile.
"You still have the nerve to come back? Go to hell." Shiraishi Mei rushed over angrily, pressed Fang Zuo against the wall, and stuck close to Fang Zuo, lowering her voice: "Where have you been? You just disappeared without a sound. Do you know how many times my sister and Yui have cried these days? Do you still have any sense of responsibility?"
Mei Shiraishi was so angry that she didn't notice that her black lace nightgown left her exposed and was pressed tightly against her.
Fang Zuo felt the completely different elasticity and contours of this sister-in-law and her sister, and raised his hands innocently: "They forgave me last night."
"What sweet words have you used to deceive them? I warn you, I will really kill you." Shiraishi Mei glared with her beautiful eyes and breathed deeply, causing her huge breasts to rise and fall continuously.
"Didn't you ask me to leave? Why? I can't leave, and I can't come back?" Fang Zuo was pressed down, and couldn't help but move left and right to change his position: "What do you want me to do?"
"You! Don't smile at me. In short, don't make my sister and Yui unhappy, otherwise I won't let you go." Mei Shiraishi said the harsh words and then realized what she was wearing.
She hurriedly left Fang Zuo, her face flushed: "You shameless guy."
"Hey, how can I be shameless? It's you who is pressing on me, okay?" Fang Zuo rolled his eyes.
"Then what are you doing?" Shiraishi Mei pointed at the towel on Fang Zuo's lower body: "Obscene, pervert."
"What? I'm a normal man. What do you want me to do? Why is a normal man's reaction so abnormal?" Fang Zuo glanced at Shiraishi Mei and walked back to the cooking table to cut vegetables and fruits.
"Shameless guy, dirty bastard." Mei Shiraishi looked at the man's strong muscles and unusual bath towel, her little face turned red and she squeezed out two words through gritted teeth.
"Who are you talking about? Shiraishi Mei." Shiraishi Nagimitsu was standing on the second floor wearing a black nightgown. He walked down the stairs while frowning at Shiraishi Mei.
"I...!!!" Mei Shiraishi's face turned pale and blue. Seeing her sister's increasingly bad complexion, she hurriedly hugged Shiraishi Nagimitsu's waist and said, "I am talking about myself. I am talking about myself. Can I talk about myself?"
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A high-end single-family house not far from Tokyo Women's University.
Sakura Kimitsu opened the door, frowned at the flowers at the door, and finally couldn't stand it anymore, so she took out her cell phone and called Cabinet Minister of Culture, Education and Culture Hiroshi Hosokawa.
"Hello, is this Yuzhi Hosokawa?" Sakura Kimitsu said in a cold tone.
"Yes, it's me, Principal Sakura Kimitsu. You called me so early because you missed me?" Hosokawa Yuji's tone on the other end of the phone was joyful and somewhat ambiguous.
"Please be aware of your identity, Hosokawa Yuzhi, I hope you won't talk to me like this. We have no relationship at all. Don't you think you have gone too far?" Fei Guangying said coldly: "Please respect yourself. I don't know how you know I have so many preferences, but your behavior will make me more afraid and hate you."
"Also, please stop sending me flowers and any gifts, or I will call the police to report you for harassment. Also, please don't invite me to dinner with any excuse. If it's work-related, it can only be in your office or my office."
"That's it, please do it, otherwise, I will really call the police, and it will be bad if it gets on the news. Bye!!"
Fei Guangying hung up the phone, took a deep breath, threw the flowers into the trash can, and then exhaled heavily again.
I felt a little better now.
He picked up the kettle and scissors, turned around and walked into the courtyard to start cutting and tidying up the plants.
And in another corner room in Tokyo.
Hiroshi Hosokawa was holding his head with both hands, looking painful.
"It seems that your wife doesn't recognize you at all." Hosokawa Yuzhi said grimly.
"No, he just didn't recognize you." Hosokawa Yuzhi made another voice.
"Hahaha, just go for it. Only stupid men like you would still think of playing tricks of pursuit." Another man's voice came out of Hosokawa Yuzhi's mouth.
"Shut up, shut up, all of you shut up." Hosokawa Yuzhi gasped and shouted, "This is my wife. She just didn't recognize that I was back for a while."
He struggled to take out his mobile phone and opened an APP.
The phone screen changed.
It's a surveillance camera scene.
In the camera.
Sakura Kimitsu was wearing a blue dress with big wavy hair.
It seems that she is getting ready to go out. She has already put on exquisite makeup. She has just finished tidying up the garden and is sitting in a chair to rest.
As if he realized he was being watched, he stood up and looked over here.
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Sensoji Temple in Tokyo.
Suddenly, several police cars stopped at the door.
A group of police officers came down.
At the front was a woman in a police uniform.
White shirt, white epaulettes, black trousers.
High ponytail, extremely cold eyes.
Inside the commuter high-heeled leather shoes are a pair of fair little feet wrapped in black stockings.
Sakura Kurumi looked up at the place where she once studied.
Sneered.
(End of this chapter)
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