Chapter 97 Different Thoughts
"Who are you?" Rena Morisawa forced a smile, trying to hide the pain and exhaustion in her body.
She at this moment.
His whole body was covered with purple and blue bruises.
"He asked me to come." Jin Meiting looked at Rena Morisawa who was trying hard to hold on and thought of that night herself.
Rena Morisawa instantly understood the origin of the beautiful and plump woman in front of her.
He quickly sat up straighter.
"Let me introduce myself first." Jin Meiting handed over a business card.
"Jin Meiting?" Rena Morisawa looked at the title carefully and remembered who she was.
A famous manipulator in the Korean entertainment industry.
Several of the current top girl groups are created by her.
"Do you know who he is?" Jin Meiting asked.
He? Who is he?
Morisawa Reina shook her head helplessly.
"I'm sorry, I don't know."
Jin Meiting understood clearly and knew the position of this woman in the man's heart.
Then he asked, "So you don't know his name?"
Morisawa Reina still shook her head and couldn't help asking, "Who is he?"
"Since he didn't tell you, I can't say much." Jin Meiting smiled apologetically: "He can only tell you himself. I can only say that he is a strong man, so strong that you can't imagine."
"No need to imagine, I've already seen it." Rena Morisawa smiled bitterly.
Everything that just happened.
Both the pain and the joy were unprecedented.
The feeling of being constantly absorbed by the body.
Let her think she is happy and will die. Is there any need to imagine?
"Believe me, he is far less powerful than you think." Jin Meiting said with a smile: "As a woman, I'm afraid you are still thinking about it now."
Suddenly her thoughts were exposed and Rena Morisawa blushed.
The pale little face also looked much better.
"So what is your purpose this time?"
"He asked me to come here so that we can share what we have and integrate each other's resources." Jin Meiting smiled and said, "I introduced myself, and Madam, you should introduce yourself too."
After the two of them communicated with each other, they were both very excited.
A self-media person with huge traffic.
One who is about to take control of Japan's largest Yamaguchi-gumi.
There are so many opportunities to use each other.
Jin Meiting stood up and prepared to say goodbye.
Reina Morisawa struggled to stand up, but the pain from the friction and tearing of her legs made her sit down again.
Jin Meiting understands this feeling.
We shook hands gently, left our contact information and said goodbye.
Although Rena Morisawa was covered in wounds, she became more and more excited.
After shouting.
An old man was crawling in the courtyard.
Reina Morisawa says:
"Help me to invite the senior executives of the organization and the major regional Wakachū, and have them all come to Tokyo."
"Hey!" The old man looked up, knowing what the lady was going to do, and answered with excited eyes burning with fire: "What's the reason?"
"What's the reason? Is the anniversary of the death of the seventh generation of the Yamaguchi-gumi enough?" Morisawa Reina sneered, "If it's not enough, then add another one, the company's new money-making plan."
“But I’m afraid of those people behind the organization,” the old man hesitated.
"Don't worry, they only care about themselves and the benefits the organization brings to them, but they don't care who is in charge of the organization."
Reina Morisawa turned her head and looked at the photo of her late husband.
Think of that man.
Suddenly his whole body trembled.
The dampness made the wound hurt again.
Abe No Suku left Xin Rong Ji before finishing his meal.
The news that her husband Kinnosuke Asai whispered in her ear made her feel a little unusual.
Why is it so sudden?
She was eating seafood cooked in Chinese style at a new Chinese restaurant in Tokyo.
And in Seoul, South Korea, gossip about her was everywhere.
Sitting in the Rolls-Royce, opening the iPad handed to her by her husband, Abe, who usually does not show her emotions, clenched her fists in anger.
With her red lips tightly pursed, she sneered as she scrolled through the messages on Twitter and Instagram.
Finally, I found that even on TikTok, my own gossip was made into various videos.
These are almost all Korean IP addresses.
What do you mean your plump and huge butt is the result of plastic surgery?
The strong and plump thighs are also plastic surgery.
The entire pear-shaped figure was created in Korea.
There was even a so-called Korean plastic surgeon who used her in his advertisements.
Wearing a white coat and glasses, he swore that he was the surgeon who performed the surgery on Abe Nosuke.
Then another woman jumped out and said that Abe Nosuke’s academic qualifications were also fake.
You can’t find Abe Nosaku’s graduation thesis on the official website of Harvard University in the United States.
I followed the trend in the comments and asked my friends and classmates at Harvard, but no one knew there was a person named Abe Nojaku.
A group of gender experts talked about how Abe Noja's sexual apathy led to such disharmony in her family life.
He described it so vividly, as if he was watching it right next to you.
Several military and political bloggers also said, in a veiled manner, that the former prime minister was murdered by Abe's sister, Naishu.
In short, just throw whatever water is dirtier.
The name Abe Nojaku has now ranked first on the Korean hot search list.
"Do we need to use our connections to get our list down?" her husband Kinnosuke Asai said softly.
"No need. Even if you buy it, it will still go up." Abe's chest rose and fell violently, and her red lips said coldly: "Think about how to deal with the Japanese media. In less than half an hour, all the news will spread in Japan."
Sure enough, various self-media with Japanese IP addresses began to reprint the news and added fuel to the fire to provide evidence.
All the gossip about Anbe No Que is summarized in one of the most popular videos on TikTok.
There are many comments below.
[It turns out that such a big butt is really a result of plastic surgery. I said that it is impossible for a human to have such a big butt. Is she a Japanese Kardashian? (20,000 likes.)]
[The former prime minister died in such a funny way. The murderer turned out to be a person without professional training. And there are so many people who really believe it! Now you know who is the biggest beneficiary. (10,000 likes)]
[At this age, you still don’t have a child. It seems that what everyone says is true. (5,000 likes)]
"Please help me contact the people in the news department." Abe Noja's voice was as cold as ice.
'Bang.'
The iPad in my hand was crushed.
Nagano Rei was very satisfied with her outfit today.
Long black wavy hair draped over a light blue chiffon top.
His bulging chest rose and fell with his steady breathing.
She wore a summery canvas-colored short skirt.
Revealing two round, white and smooth beautiful legs.
The snow-white, delicate little face stared straight ahead with a serious expression, but the charm in her starry eyes and willow-shaped brows could not be concealed.
A pendant on the earlobe kept shaking.
The human-shaped sandbag standing in front of you is on the training ground.
It was as if he was that hateful and perverted man.
I actually made myself feel so ashamed.
The little face turned red with anger.
[Omi Hachiman: Return of the Dragon]
Nagano Rei let out a soft cry, and her whole body remained in a flying kicking state, with her two beautiful white legs flying rapidly in the air, one high and one low.
The spiritual energy condensed into the shape of a dragon's head, and the two beautiful legs were the dragon's upper and lower jaws.
Nagano Rei twisted her legs.
Longkou bit down fiercely.
'Bang'.
There was a loud bang.
A sandbag in front of him was crushed between his legs.
The sand was scattered all over the ground.
"Good!" Kumanobei cheered, "Sister, you will definitely win the All Japan Underground Martial Arts Tournament that will be held soon. It depends on you to regain the century-old honor of our family and the Omi Hachiman Dojo."
Win the championship?
Nagano Rei shook her head: "Brother, you think too much. With so many players from the Budokan and Onmyoji family, it would be good enough for me to enter the top 16, unless..."
Nagano Rei thought of the perverted man.
When he was poking his belly muscle with his finger that day, he said to himself that he was born with something like this. He also said it was a pity and wanted to take him in as his apprentice.
That pervert trapped me easily, although I don't know what kind of Yin-Yang magic he used.
But it really looks like he has some ability.
"Brother, do you know his origins?"
"who?"
"Who else? The colleague who injured you."
"Hush." Kumanobei looked around guiltily and whispered, "That man has a strange background. He was in a daze for the first six months, just slacking off and sleeping. Suddenly, he became so powerful that even Vice Captain Sakura Sora listened to him."
"Vice-Captain Yingkong also warned me privately not to provoke him again, otherwise I would die."
"Tell me, if the gym leader had not been injured and was still in his prime, could he have defeated him?" Nagano Rei frowned and brushed her long wavy hair.
"There's absolutely no way I can beat him. I can still take a few moves from the gym master." Kumano Bei smiled bitterly, "You haven't seen how powerful he is. He just glanced at me and I broke through a few walls. I almost died. Now I've been hospitalized twice, which is already a mercy on him."
Haven't you seen how powerful he is? Nagano Rei blushed.
It's more than just seeing how powerful he is.
He beat them all and made them sick.
Just thinking about him makes me want to go to the bathroom.
Thinking of this, my legs really started to tremble.
"What's wrong with you?" Kumano Bei looked at his sister with a strange expression.
"Nothing, brother." Nagano Rei suddenly asked, "If he accepts me as his apprentice, do you think I will agree?"
"Hahaha, how is that possible?" Kumano Bei laughed and said, "If you can become his apprentice, you can easily win the martial arts championship."
His sister was really whimsical, and Kumanobei reached out to pat her shoulder.
But the picture was empty.
Nagano Rei had already spread out her two long snow-white legs and was running away.
The little skirt flew up, revealing black safety pants.
This is the lesson learned last time.
"Where is my sister?" Kumano Bei touched his head suspiciously, but when he raised his head, she was gone.
Go to the toilet.
Where else to go.
Nagano Rei was running very fast.
The two plump buttocks were tightly clamped together.
I can't hold it in anymore.
He gnashed his teeth, wondering if that pervert had used some kind of witchcraft on him.
Fang Zuo walked out of the Tokyo Imperial Hotel.
Suddenly the phone rang.
Take out your cell phone.
It's Sakura Kurumi calling.
"Hey, bad guy, where are you?"
"What's wrong? Can't I call you if I'm fine? Can't I just miss you? I miss you, I have to think about you!"
"Humph, there's no point apologizing. I'm already angry."
"Unless, unless you accompany me to the cocktail party tonight."
"It's a cocktail party at the Japanese National Security Agency. Haha, I'm getting commended!"
"And I was wearing a very sexy red dress. I didn't know I had such a good figure."
"You're not going? If you don't go, you'll be in big trouble. Your woman will be seen naked by others. I'm not wearing any underwear."
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