Tokyo: Starting from staying with my mother’s best friend

Chapter 32
My mother said that the current Yakuza are all tigers with their teeth pulled out, so there is nothing to worry about.

To say this based on my mother's strength is not bragging at all.

Although her son is not as powerful as her, if he gets the five skill tickets in the second stage, he should be able to fight alone in a group.

Ah!
Come on and have a good impression!

As for the people above the red snapper group, don’t be afraid.

What about the Governor of Tokyo? Do you still dare to openly have a relationship with the Yakuza?
Don’t want an official career?
Besides, I have a mother, Aotian, do you?
The more I thought about it, the more I realized that Tokyo was much more interesting than Hokkaido. Ionuma Izuku excitedly kicked Ito Junfumi's body out and shouted to his younger brother: "I won't take your boss away yet!"

The dozen or so people who had been so aggressive a few minutes ago immediately lifted up the boss and walked away dejectedly.

——I didn’t even say a harsh word, these bastards are not doing their job.

Ionuma Isao complained in his mind and turned to see the old aunt.

Huacheng Xingzi frowned slightly, her narrow phoenix eyes full of surprise and disbelief.

She looked at Ionuma Isao, and suddenly felt that she needed to get to know this boy again - although he still looked like a sunny and handsome high school student, the powerful and powerful killing momentum just now exposed another side of him. come out.

That face was as delicate and delicate as his mother's, and had the same distinct personality of love and hate as her mother's.

Looking at it, Huacheng Xingzi asked a very boring question: "Aren't you afraid of their revenge?"

"Afraid!" Ionuma lied directly.

"Then you should be restless!" Huacheng Xingzi said displeased.

She had already settled the matter, but the kid suddenly made a fuss, and he and Junfumi Ito had a deadly feud.

"I'm afraid, but do you want me to watch you being insulted?"

Saying that, Ionuma Isao suddenly took a step forward.

This is an opportunity to gain a lot of favor, and the scheming young man will never miss it.

Mom, I'm sorry, I have to talk glibly with another woman now!
Iinuma Isao's body approached the old aunt, he lowered his head slightly and looked into her eyes, speaking fiercely: "In my eyes, you are a pure and noble woman, and I will not allow anyone to humiliate you, even if No words can do it!”

"Eh?"

"Even if I sacrifice my life, I will maintain your image of perfect chastity. Do you understand?"

"..."

Huacheng Xingzi couldn't answer.

She has always been strong with others, but she never thought that she would be counterattacked by a 15-year-old brat.

...Could he be trying to control me?

Before the old aunt could organize a counterattack, Ionuma Isao pointed directly at her heart and said: "From now on, I will accompany you, and I will help you get your place back no matter what you have suffered. In the future, I want you to I will never be submissive again, I will never be inferior to others, even if I kneel down, I can only kneel in front of me!"

The young man's words were too arrogant, too explicit, and even a bit out of line.

Huacheng Xingzi couldn't escape from the shock and words for a moment.

What do you mean I can only kneel in front of you?
Why do you want me to kneel down?

The old aunt felt that something was wrong, but she couldn't tell what was wrong. When she was thinking about what to say, Ionuma Isao suddenly held her shoulders with his hands.

"Eh?"

Huacheng Xingzi's body trembled.

She blinked blankly, her dark eyes turning again and again.

A gust of wind blew among the cherry trees, sometimes narrow, sometimes gentle.

The petals are flying and everything is silent.

It was as if the lady and the young man were the only ones left in the world, and clouds like quicksand were slowly flowing in the blue sky.

What a beautiful scene!
Huacheng Iori looked over from a distance and was not envious at all.

——Aren’t you living well?

Under the blooming cherry tree, Iinuma Isao held his old aunt's shoulder with a sincere expression: "Aunt Kyoko, listen to me!"

"What, what..."

Huacheng Xingzi subconsciously put her hands on his chest to prevent his body from getting closer to her.

Iinuma Isao looked at her eyes that were getting stupider, and said affectionately: "The first time I saw you, I felt kind. So, what I want to say is - compared to anything, compared to anything Man, I want to protect you more. No matter when, no matter where, I just want to protect you."

Hearing this, Huacheng Xingzi looked in a daze.

The exact same words, it seemed that she had heard someone say this to herself many, many years ago...

who is it?

Who has ever loved and cared for himself like this?

I have touched something very important!
——But I forgot what it was.

As if a switch was suddenly pressed, some vague memories emerged from the depths of the old aunt's mind.Those memories have no color, no sound, and are simply like moldy old eight-meter films. Only broken and blurred sections have been released.

In that image, there is no nostalgia, sadness, or regret, only a warm feeling gradually seeping out.

Huacheng Xingzi tilted her head slightly, mentally analyzing what kind of emotion this was.

The late spring morning light reflected on the side of her face, and her smooth and delicate skin was as beautiful as the bouquet of daffodils that Watanabe folded on the side of the road the day he went to Midoriko's house.

"Tsk!"

Huacheng Iori, who was watching from a distance, frowned in displeasure, feeling extremely contemptuous in his heart.

It's so easy to deceive an emotionally blank old maid. Just pick up the lyrics from an Ultraman episode and you'll be coaxed into losing your mind.

Hmph, shame!

If it were a beautiful girl like me, I would definitely not be deceived by him... Thinking of this, Iori Huacheng proudly puffed up her chest.

It's a pity that it doesn't look that big.

At this time, the old aunt was indeed a bit stupid.

Just like Wu Zetian died of her husband and lost Li Zhi.

"Aunt Kyoko?" Ionuma Isao called.

The young man's hot breath hit her face, Huacheng Xingzi felt hot and her heart was beating loudly.

"Uh, okay, I understand, let me go first..."

She spoke with difficulty, trying to cover up her strong heartbeat with her voice, praying that the kid wouldn't notice her embarrassing state.

"No, did you hear clearly what I just said?" Iinuma Isao asked suspiciously.

"When, of course..."

For some reason, Huacheng Xingzi felt excited for a moment.

Looking at the young man, looking at his delicate and youthful features, a kind feeling of attachment suddenly arose in my heart.

It seems like a long, long time ago...

One spring, there were two identical people looking at each other like this. Their eyes seemed to be rubbed together, and it was impossible to separate them anymore.

Maybe it's an illusion caused by being too tired...

Huacheng Xingzi shook her head slightly and abandoned distracting thoughts.

I have been under high mental stress for half a year, and it is not surprising that I occasionally feel trance-like.

Maybe such a scene really happened, but if you can't remember it, it's meaningless, so just pretend it didn't happen.

The petals fall freely, like snow and rain.

Her hair, shoulders, and clothes were all stained with flower petals, and Huacheng Kyoko was also dyed cherry color.

The young man's eyes had moved to her chest before he knew it.

The towering breasts made the neckline bulge high.

Her snow-white skin and alluring curvature, combined with her noble, pure and holy face, were so beautiful that it was impossible to look directly at her.

Staring straight at him, Huacheng Xingzi quickly covered her chest with one hand and looked away with a blush on her face - the dignified mistress of the Huacheng family actually showed a shy attitude like a girl.

In the distance, Huacheng Iori, who had eaten a lot of dog food, sighed in despair: "Is it a good thing or a bad thing for my aunt to meet such a scheming man..."

Looking at the shy old aunt, Ionuma Isao pursed his lips and suppressed a smile.

Huacheng Kyoko looked embarrassed for a while, her beautiful eyes flashed faintly, and finally she asked cautiously: "You said, Iori shouldn't have noticed that I'm not wearing underwear at this time, right?"

She must have known it from your and my minds... Ionuma Isao shook his head and comforted the old aunt: "Don't worry, you are wearing my coat."

"Whoo~"

Huacheng Xingzi finally breathed a sigh of relief.

She was planning to go back to the house, but then her cell phone rang suddenly. She picked it up and put it to her ear.

"Hey?"

"President, the Hachioji Municipal Hospital project has been suspended today..."

The moment she heard this, an ice-like coldness climbed up Huacheng Xingzi's back.

"Axun, let's go to the Eighth Prince!"

She headed straight for the garage.

He didn't even bother to put on his underwear when he went back to his room.

It was the first time that Ionuma Isao saw her in such a panic, and he thought something big was going to happen.

(End of this chapter)