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Chapter 48
Yinyangliao Kanto Headquarters is located in Shinjuku.

An entire 26-story building, the lobby has a high ceiling and is open and bright, reminiscent of a large and elegant Greek temple.

At the service desk on the right hand side of the entrance, the three girls neatly showed impeccable smiles for business use as if they were advertising toothbrushes. This way of smiling was like the white shirts on their voices, neat and clean.

Fujiwara Rin also walked to the front of the stage, and asked the receptionist who was the most pleasing to the eye, "Hello, where is the department that approves the renovation of the shrine?"

This is a woman in her early twenties, with curly hair curled out beautifully.

Pinned to the clean white shirt was a badge with the words [Kumiko Okada] written on it.

"The Department of Land Management is on the sixteenth floor." Kumiko looked at him and smiled happily. "Director Takeuchi is still waiting for guests. If you need anything, I can make an appointment for you first."

"Okay, thank you." Fujiwara Rin also smiled politely.

He has a good figure, and he is very elegant and handsome. Kumiko was surprised by his sudden smile, tilted her head slightly, and said with a cute expression: "Then, please explain your identity and why you are here." , so I can help you register."

"Fujiwara Rinya."

"Mr. Fujiwara, are you a priest?"

"That's right, the priest of Asakusa Shrine."

Hearing this, the smile on Kumiko's face stagnated, and her eyes were slightly disturbed.

Like the ripples caused by throwing a small stone into a calm lake, rippled briefly on her face, fleeting.After regaining her composure, a business-like smile appeared on her face again, but the smile was slightly less favorable than before.

Fujiwara Lin also observed this subtle and complicated change, a little funny.

Within Shintoism, Asakusa Shrine is a different kind, not to mention an enemy, but it is definitely not one of its own.Such a complicated existence can be glimpsed from the change of the face of the reception lady.

"How...how should I put it?" Kumiko calmed down and lightly touched the frame of her glasses with her index finger, "I can't make a decision about the Asakusa Shrine..."

Having said that, she stopped there.

Fujiwara Lin also waited for her to continue, but he didn't wait for the next one.

"I'm sorry," Kumiko said, "I need to ask for instructions."

"Well, please hurry up." Fujiwara Rin also nodded. "I just need to know who to look for, and I don't need to trouble you too much."

"Okay, thank you Fujiwara-kun for your understanding, I'll leave here for a while, you can wait for me in the rest area." Saying that, Kumiko left the counter and walked towards the elevator.The other two reception girls glanced at Rinya Fujiwara, with business-like smiles on their expressions unchanged.

Fujiwara Rin also looked around the lobby.

The bright morning light shines in through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, and the marble floor is radiant and comfortable.

There are interesting and healthy abstract paintings on the wall, and several large sofas that are obviously expensive are lined up neatly, and there are pleasing green potted plants beside the sofas.

There are a lot of people, but the atmosphere is okay.

Fujiwara Lin also came to the living room, sat on the sofa that was so soft that people almost sank into it, and opened the Spanish dictionary.

I only know a little about the words, and most of them can be recognized, but the grammar is a bit different from the Portuguese grammar, so I need to remember it carefully.

At the service desk, the two reception ladies looked at him from time to time and smiled at him as if encouraging.

After a long time, the sound of high-heeled shoes hitting the floor and the sound of greetings came from my ears. Rin Fujiwara also raised his head, and a woman with long hair and a neat uniform appeared.

She wears a small Gucci bag on her shoulders, and her nails are beautifully painted with pale pink nail polish.

Lovely soft oval face, amiable smile.

The breasts are large and the legs are long.

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The lobby was bustling.

Here there is fresh air, time to move forward, and men and women who bow their heads and drive away; the men wear white shirts and ties with briefcases, and the women mostly have black stockings and high heels.

At a certain moment, a woman in a professional suit walked in through the revolving door, and the entire lobby seemed to be quiet.

The age is about 25 or six, with a slightly round and soft face, and the facial features are so incredible that people can't find any shortcomings.The makeup is just right, the eyebrow pencil lightly outlines the beautiful eyebrows, the eye shadow with mysterious meaning, and the lipstick is the current popular color.

Compared with the exquisite makeup, her clothes are much simpler.

The upper body is a simple white shirt with thin shoulders, and the lower body is the same simple black tight skirt and black knee stockings, without any accessories.She was carrying a white patent leather bag, and she was wearing black pointed high-heeled shoes with pointed and thin heels, as fragile as a pencil lead.

People coming and going, it's hard not to look at her.

She has a round face that is white and flawless, and she is lovable. Her long hair is combed behind her head, revealing a smooth and full forehead, which looks smart; her clean and simple dress is radiant, with the style of a capable and strong woman.

Miki Kawashima, who was in the center of everyone's eyes, was as calm as the center of a typhoon.

Her attention was on the boy reading by the window.

The bright spring sunshine fell through the floor-to-ceiling windows, making the surroundings sparkle. The young man in the light was also shrouded in a faint sense of warmth, and the fine hairs on his cheeks were shining with brilliance.

He seems to be reading a book, but also seems to be thinking about something, flipping the pages casually from time to time.

The school uniform shirt, which is incompatible with the surrounding people, slowly rises and falls with breathing, like an unmanned dinghy floating in the early morning sea.

After thinking briefly, Miki Kawashima walked towards him.

"Hello."

She said hello, sat down beside Fujiwara Rinya, crossed her legs, and stretched out her hand towards him.

"Uh," Fujiwara Rin also hesitated, and asked with a minimal smile, "Excuse me?"

"Master Fujiwara, I know you." Miki Kawashima showed an amiable smile on her face, keeping her hand outstretched, "Before starting today's conversation, please allow me to express my admiration for you. The real person is better than the photo. It looks much better."

"You're welcome." Fujiwara Rin also shook hands with her.

Soft and delicate hands, very moist to the touch.

The strength of the handshake was smooth, and it seemed to contain some of her feelings, not the kind of social handshake.

Fujiwara Rin also savored the feel, and felt that her hands were very good.

Of course, this is not just for sex, mainly because of her soft oval face, which is his favorite face shape.

"You're not being polite," Miki Kawashima complimented while observing his hands repeatedly, "Compared to seeing your photos on the Yinyangliao website, the real person looks much more aura, as if looking at Dongbao in the past Movies, there's an old, natural intimacy."

Observe a little and draw conclusions.

These are a pair of hands without any calluses, and they must have not been practiced for a long time.

"Uh, this," Fujiwara Rin also looked at her holding his hand, and asked politely, "Can you let go?"

"You haven't, at least you haven't practiced Shinto spells in the past few years?" Kawashima Miki asked.

"Huh?" Fujiwara Rin looked at her puzzled.

"You can tell just by looking at your hands." Meiji Kawashima said with a smile, "Your hands don't look like a priest who exorcises spirits all day long, but like a painter, musician or something, they are a pair full of artistic atmosphere rather than A murderous hand."

"Why do you say that?" Fujiwara Rin also asked curiously.

"Well, maybe you give me a good feeling." Kawashima Meiji patted the back of his hand lightly with the other hand, smiling like a girl, "It looks like it is rich and full of cultural atmosphere was born in a family and was brought up with health and attention, am I right?"

"Unbelievable guess." Fujiwara Rin also responded.

He neither agrees nor disagrees, but leaves room for her to imagine.

(End of this chapter)