Chapter 9 Daily life of mother and daughter, the world of Onmyoji!
“Never mind.”
Fang Zuo decisively hung up the phone.
What a joke! A dignified Yuanying Zhenren is going to a place with such yin energy to be a dormitory supervisor in a girls' school.
There are signs of the tide of the moon and sunflowers around me every day.
Her breathing was all covered with rouge and powder.
Very unlucky.
If I pass it back, I'm afraid those old guys will laugh to death.
I am very fond of dual cultivation, but I am not a member of the Hehuan Sect.
Fang Zuo threw the phone away with a "pop".
He put on his pants and walked downstairs shirtless.
I went to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator, and there were quite a lot of things inside.
Take out a piece of wagyu beef.
With just a stroke, they all turned into minced meat.
Spread out your five fingers and mix the onion, ginger and water together.
With a snap of fingers, the dough is rolled out.
Then slowly start wrapping the dumplings.
Finally, you still have to do it yourself to add a sense of ceremony.
Beef pot stickers.
After wrapping, drizzle olive oil on the pan.
Add some water and start to simmer.
A pair of white little hands came around from behind.
Hug Fang Zuo's waist tightly.
"Master, Nagimitsu never thought there would be such a satisfying day."
Shiraishi Nagimitsu stuck to Fang Zuo's back, rubbing his face against his bare back.
"Did you coax him?"
"Well, she hugged me and cried. It seems that she likes the master."
Shiraishi Nagihiru chuckled.
The man in front of me seems to be omnipotent, so mysterious and powerful.
The so-called Sixth Heavenly Demon was easily reduced to ashes in his hands.
Whatever means or tricks he uses, they are all fair and square in his hands.
In the business and political circles of Tokyo, many so-called outstanding men look down upon Shiraishi Nagimitsu.
As one of the top officials in Tokyo, many things unknown to the public are on her desk.
Although she herself did not understand Yin-Yang magic, she knew that this island country had many powerful things.
The Reiwakai of Jingdong, the monks of the Pure Land Sect, the Tsuchimikado Shinto of the Abe family, the Fuu-raijinmon of Senso-ji Temple, etc. These forces are more or less beyond the comprehension of the people of this world.
She knows it all.
But, compared to this mysterious man, they are all... no.
They can't even be compared.
The strong have all the power.
All Japanese women admire strong men.
Including herself.
Now she herself is willing to be fascinated by this man.
What's more, he has a 18-year-old daughter who has never been in a relationship.
"Master, is there something different about your body?"
Shiraishi Nagimitsu leaned against Fang Zuo's back, put her little hand around and touched Fang Zuo's abdominal muscles and asked.
Found it? "This is my own body." Fang Zuo said.
Fang Zuo thought it wasn't obvious, after all, their body shapes were similar.
From the moment he took over the body.
This body has been devoured and the Nascent Soul has completely regenerated its own body.
Except for the face, which still maintained an ego illusion, the person strangers saw was Fujino.
Fang Zuo turned around and looked up and down at the beautiful woman made of water.
Wearing a nude lace pajamas.
Bare white feet.
A pair of white and tender little feet are maintained to be delicate and smooth.
The nails are painted with red nail polish.
Long, full legs.
A large area of her chest was wet with Oda Yui's tears.
No bra.
Through the wet lace pajamas, you can still see the purple bruises from last night.
The harder he pushed, the more passionate she became.
"It's time for breakfast." Fang Zuo pressed Shiraishi Nagimitsu's head.
Shiraishi Nagi's eyes were charming and she squatted down obediently.
At the dinner table, Shiraishi Nagimitsu called Oda Yui several times.
The little thing slowly came out of his room.
A pair of eyes are swollen from crying.
He was blinking and didn't dare to look at Fang Zuo.
I saw my mother and Onii-chan hugging each other.
She felt like the sky was falling.
The bud that had just sprouted in my heart was trampled to death again.
No matter how Shiraishi Nagimitsu comforted her, she refused to forgive her.
Why is he trying to snatch Onii-chan from me even though he’s married? I’ve never even been in a relationship.
Until Shiraishi Nagimitsu whispered a lot in her ear.
She went from being angry, to crying, to being shocked, and then to being shy.
Finally she stopped crying and nodded obediently.
Her face was red as blood and she was too shy to walk out of the room.
It was not until Shiraishi Nagi called out to her several times that she adjusted her sailor uniform in front of the mirror and put on black calf-length socks.
She shook her twin ponytails.
He walked slowly to the living room.
I saw my mother and Fang Zuo sitting at the table looking at me.
Oda Yui didn't dare to look at Fang Zuo, and bowed from a distance: "Oh hi, Onii-chan."
Then he jogged all the way up to the European-style high-legged table and chairs.
He lowered his head and glanced at the onisan opposite him.
Only after smelling the fragrance did I shift my attention to the beef pot stickers.
"Is this a fried dumpling, Siguoyi?"
It seems that she is really hungry, Oda Yui's eyes are shining.
"Eat it. This is a little different from fried dumplings." Fang Zuo nodded.
"A big ta-ki-mas."
The mother and daughter both put their hands together and nodded, then picked up their chopsticks and started eating.
"Oh oh Yixi." Oda Yui's cheeks were puffed up.
He spoke while chewing, his words unclear.
"Yeah! Oh, Ichigo." Shiraishi Nagimitsu elegantly raised her tender white hands painted with red nails and covered her mouth.
While chewing, she looked at her lover opposite her with satisfaction.
"Oka-san, I want to drink milk too." Oda Yui said while chewing.
"Huh?" Shiraishi Nagami was stunned.
Oda Yui trotted over to get the milk from the refrigerator.
Shiraishi Nagimitsu understood, gently stuck out her tongue and licked the corner of her mouth.
The eyes are rolling.
She covered her mouth and giggled at Fang Zuo.
"Oka-san, I'm going to report to school in a few days."
Oda Yui drank the milk in big gulps.
"What school?" Fang Zuo took a few bites and then stopped.
I have been accustomed to fasting since the foundation-building stage.
Later, it was more for the purpose of tempering one's mind in the world, experiencing delicious food and the various aspects of human life.
"Tokyo Women's University." Yui Oda kept eating beef pot stickers, one bite at a time.
"You are going there too." Fang Zuo was stunned.
"Basically all the girls from Tokyo's upper class go there," Shiraishi Nagimitsu explained, "Not only the politicians, but also the business girls are sent there."
"Not sending it to the United States?" Fang Zuo asked.
"Only those whose families are not large enough and whose bloodlines are not pure enough will do so." Shiraishi Nagiko wiped his mouth elegantly, "Those who have strong confidence in their own families will stay."
Ring ring ring.
The phone that Shiraishi Nagihiru placed on the table rang.
"Hi! Hi! Hi!"
After answering the calls one after another, Shiraishi Nagimitsu hung up the phone.
"Fujino-kun, I have to go meet my family members. I can't accompany you today."
Shiraishi Nagimitsu's face was full of apology, even a little panic, and he stared at Fang Zuo nervously.
As long as he is a little unhappy, I will cancel the trip immediately.
"It doesn't matter. I like you, not the you who became for me." Fang Zuo shrugged. Being able to speak human language is also a way of speaking the world.
Shiraishi Nagiko's beautiful eyes rippled when she heard this. What could be more satisfying than her lover's words?
If there is, it is the strength of the lover.
"I got a call from the family and they wanted to see me."
Shiraishi Nagiko said calmly: "And he called me, someone I couldn't refuse."
“Didn’t they say they all died?” Fang Zuo touched his chin.
"All the married women have died, but the others are living such a comfortable life." A trace of resentment flashed in Shiraishi Nagiko's eyes.
Looking at the sharp look in Shiraishi Nagi's eyes, Fang Zuo understood in his heart.
It seems that Shiraishi Nagimitsu is quite capable in being successful in the political arena.
Just because she was crushed by me and surrendered willingly, it didn't mean she had no ability.
Fang Zuo suddenly thought of Mrs. Abe Nosuke, whose eyes were three times sharper than those of Shiraishi Nagimitsu in front of him.
What an interesting woman.
The contrast is even stronger with this type of woman.
Ring ring ring.
The phone rings.
"Fujino-kun, come and save me, I'm at Shinjuku Shinrong Project, hurry!" Sakura Kurumi cried out and then interrupted.
Fang Zuo rolled his eyes.
"What on earth is this woman up to? Let's go and see. We have to go to work anyway."
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