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Chapter 49 50. My husband is dead, I hope you can help me in the future.

Kawashima Miki held Fujiwara Rinya's hand, and it took about 5 minutes before he let go.

She bent down, and while looking for something from her bag, she asked, "Has there been no pilgrims visiting the Asakusa Shrine for a long time?"

"This year, there are no more than thirty in total." Rinya Fujiwara's eyes fell on her bag.

The pure white GUCCI has a simple design style, clean and stable, but lacks warmth, like a long sandy beach where drizzle falls.

"Generally speaking," Miki Kawashima took out her mobile phone and asked while texting, "People go to the shrine to seek something, right?"

"Basically." Fujiwara Lin also closed the Spanish dictionary and put his hands flat on the book cover.

"Like what are you looking for?"

"everything."

"To be specific?" Miki Kawashima put away her mobile phone, crossing her legs gracefully.

The thin black knee-high socks, the white and greasy skin can be seen faintly underneath, and the thin threads woven into stockings seem to have a strange attraction, which will glue the eyes of the surroundings to it.

"Lost property, luck, romance, future...etc." Fujiwara Rin also swallowed.

Looking at the trajectory of his Adam's apple, Miki Kawashima smiled faintly.

At this time, the two were sitting at the two ends of the double seat, with a distance of half a meter between them.She was wearing a short skirt, her legs wrapped in knee socks were beautiful and moving, and her high heels were also very sexy and coordinated, but the heels were pointed like a lethal weapon.

The toes of the spider demon... Inexplicably, something strange came to mind in Rinya Fujiwara's mind.

"Pilgrims' inner needs can be expected by priests, right?" After finishing speaking, Miki Kawashima closed her lips in a straight line and stared intently at Rinya Fujiwara, probably hoping that he would agree with this sentence.

"I probably know a little bit about those things that come and go." Fujiwara Rin also pointed to his temple and said, "Of course I can't predict everything, there will always be some weird pilgrims. How to deal with them is mostly in the Here."

Miki Kawashima scratched the tip of her nose lightly, and a smile bloomed on her face, the process was like a flower blooming.

The perfect gentle smile, slightly suggestive, and the slightly squinted eyes are also very touching.

Affected by it, Fujiwara Rin couldn't help laughing.

Because of this purposeful smile, this strange woman who looks like a strong woman doesn't feel like a strong woman to him, but more like a Zhishu who is planning to have an affair because the man at home is busy with work all day long. A well-mannered rich wife.

"Well, then," Miki Kawashima said, rubbing her hair slightly with her slender fingers, "Can Master Fujiwara guess the needs in my heart?"

When business came, Fujiwara Rinya's attitude became somewhat more positive.

"First of all, I need to know what you have encountered recently," he said.

"Well, it's not easy to say..." Miki Kawashima bit her lower lip lightly, with a slightly hesitant expression, "Before I say it, Master Fujiwara, can you tell me your first impression of me?"

"It's hard to say." Fujiwara Rin also shook his head.

"Whatever you want, you can say what you want." Kawashima Miki switched legs and stood up, watching him without moving his eyes.

"Well, roughly speaking, you give people the impression that you are the kind of rich lady who is often seen in Motoazabu or Chiyoda..." Fujiwara Rin also carefully looked at her long legs and her charming eyes, "You look beautiful Well, she has a dignified appearance, good-looking long black hair, and a gentle attitude that makes people feel good."

Miki Kawashima combed her hair a few times with her fingers and looked at him thoughtfully.

"This kind of wealthy lady usually attends a private women's university with high tuition fees. Most of them major in French or German. After graduation, they take a part-time job in their family's company and receive a high salary without going to work. Every year I have a lot of time to go shopping in Paris or Hong Kong with my friends, go to New York to participate in Fashion Week, drive a yacht to go surfing in Hawaii, or take a private jet to go skiing in the Alps. When I grow up to the same age, I will marry a rich boy from a similar family. It is gratifying He Di resigned to become a wife of a rich family, and after that, he focused on how to let his children follow the same path as himself."

"Pfft, haha~"

Kawashima Miki's shoulders trembled with a smile.

"You're such a funny little boy," she said, covering her lips.

"No no," Fujiwara Rin also shook his head quickly, "I'm just a very ordinary little boy, if you don't believe me, you can ask the crow on the trash can early tomorrow morning."

"How to ask?"

"You ask it, 'Is Fujiwara Rin an ordinary person?', and it will definitely answer you 'croak' without hesitation."

"But don't crows only know how to 'croak'?"

"That's right, crows can only 'croak'." Fujiwara Lin also seemed to be talking about a phenomenon that everyone knew, with a serious expression, "Just like Fujiwara Lin is just a very ordinary little boy, this is the only one in the world. Two truths."

"Weird!" Miki Kawashima blinked playfully.

"It's not strange, it's just that you are good at talking nonsense." Fujiwara Rin also shrugged slightly, "Okay, miss, it's time to explain your reason for coming."

"Call me my wife." Miki Kawashima corrected him.

Fujiwara Rin was also surprised: "Are you married?"

"It's been a lot of years," Miki Kawashima said, "at least ten years."

"You're too young to tell." Fujiwara Rin also sighed with emotion, "But it seems that I guessed the nonsense correctly. You really are a rich lady."

Kawashima Meiji asked curiously: "Are there any characteristics of the rich wife in your eyes?"

Right now, she doesn't have any intention of testing Fujiwara Rinya, she just thinks that the way the little boy speaks is interesting and makes her feel relaxed, so she can't help but continue talking about irrelevant things.

"Mrs. Rich, very obscene." Rinya Fujiwara replied.

"Dirty?" Meiji Kawashima looked at him in disbelief, as if to see what this man said, but after a while, she nodded softly, "Go on, don't be afraid of me getting angry, this This level of discussion, you and I don't mind."

"Wearing expensive fur, wearing a brand-name bag, with a glamorous appearance, doing all dirty things. For example, I like to cover men's eyes, tie them to a chair and whip them." Fujiwara Rin also leaned back on the sofa, straightened his arms He chatted with her all over the train, "Of course, it's not just for wives. In this highly developed capitalist society, rich people do dirty things, regardless of gender."

"I'm really nasty too, haha..." Miki Kawashima smiled beautifully with her thin lips, and rubbed the bridge of her nose lightly with her fingers, "For example, talking with a little boy behind my husband's back like this Happy, even wanted to have dinner with him and dance with him at the cruise party."

Her nails were painted with transparent nail polish, and they were smooth, like delicate handicrafts.

"It's okay," Fujiwara Lin smiled nonchalantly, "If there is a misunderstanding, I can explain it to him personally."

"Are you sure you want to explain to him?"

Miki Kawashima tilted her head slightly, looking past Rinya Fujiwara to the space behind him.

"I'm very good at explaining to others." Fujiwara Rin also replied confidently.

Miki Kawashima pursed her lips and fell silent.

She kept looking at a certain space behind Rinya Fujiwara, not necessarily looking at anything, maybe just in a daze.Fujiwara Lin also noticed that she looked a bit tired at this time, and the wind from the air-conditioning outlet was blowing her white lace neckline. This posture may be regarded as a painting with exquisite meaning.

"You have something on your mind?"

"A bit."

"It looks a little tired." Fujiwara Lin also said.

"Yeah." Miki Kawashima rubbed her eyes and asked distressedly, "You look very old when you're tired?"

"That's not the case." Fujiwara Lin also said truthfully, "It doesn't look more than 25, and it's still so beautiful."

Meiji Kawashima smiled: "You are not very old, but you are very good at pleasing women."

"To be honest, I rarely praise people like this." Fujiwara Rinya replied.

At this moment, Kumiko came out from the elevator and nodded at him from a distance.

"I'll take my leave first. If you need me, you can come to the shrine to find me." Fujiwara Rinya said hello to the strange woman in front of her, and got up to walk over.

"Wait a minute, I didn't finish." Miki Kawashima reached out to pull him.

Fujiwara Rin also looked back.

Miki Kawashima took his hand, and a hint of sadness suddenly appeared on her slightly raised soft face.

"I need your help," she said.

Such a young and beautiful young woman actually put on a mournful expression as if she was unsatisfied by a boudoir, and Fujiwara Rin instantly thought of some kind of request.

Looking at his handsome face, Miki Kawashima's chest was heaving and unsteady. After taking a few deep breaths, she slowly opened her sexy and charming red lips as if she was going all out.

"My husband is dead, I hope you can help me in the future."

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You come for real! ! !
(End of this chapter)