People are monks in the island country, and black silk wives are mounts

"Impossible!"

Morita Mie stared at Morita Bunta.

Such an excessive request, she would never agree.

Not to mention that she has no intention of remarrying now, even if she has such an idea, she will definitely not choose this family.

She has never hated someone so much as now.

"Change the request, except for this condition, everything else can be negotiated. If you only accept this condition, then we can only meet in court."

Morita Mie said, and directly stretched out her hand as if to send her away.

Compared to selling her body and soul for profit, she would rather lose both sides with these guys, and would never let them get what they want.

"Don't worry!"

Seeing that Morita Mie had no intention of negotiating at all, Morita Bunta's eyes flashed a trace of coldness.

But he didn't expect this woman to compromise so easily.

The condition just now was just a trigger.

Bargaining, first give an impossible price, then there is a possibility of continuing the discussion.

"After all, you are the wife of Taro's child. Since you don't want to marry Jiro, forget it."

Morita Mie heard this, a trace of suspicion flashed across her face, she didn't think this old man would give in so easily.

There must be other purposes for such a simple compromise.

Otherwise, these guys wouldn't have gone to such great lengths to make such a scene.

Sure enough, the next second, Morita Bunta spoke.

"You don't have to marry Jiro, but Taro is my son after all. Now that he is dead, according to our family tradition, the descendants of the Morita family must return to their roots after death."

"Otherwise, the dead soul will not be able to rest in peace and will not be blessed by their ancestors."

"So, I want to move Taro's grave back to the Morita family."

"No!"

Hearing what Morita Bunta said, Morita Mihui subconsciously refused.

When her husband was alive, he always hated his "840" family members. If the cemetery was moved back, that would be the real soul not being able to rest in peace.

"Ms. Mihui, I just want my son to rest in peace after death. Don't you even agree to this small request of a father?"

Morita Bunta showed an unhappy expression on his face, and his tone was full of sadness.

"If that's the case, then there's no need for us to talk any further."

Morita Bunta said as he stood up and was about to leave.

Morita Jiro, who was sitting next to him, was puzzled as to why his father suddenly changed his attitude, but when he met the familiar eyes, he immediately understood.

Father must have his own ideas.

He quickly stood up and supported Morita Bunta's arm, pushed open the door of the office, and made a gesture to leave.

"Wait!"

Seeing the two of them about to leaveOpening a room, Mie Morita behind him finally couldn't help but speak.

Morita Bunta, who was facing the office, paused and raised his mouth slightly.

He knew that this woman could not resist this temptation.

After all, this company was built by his stupid son and this woman.

How could it be abandoned so easily.

"Miss Mie, do you have anything else to do?"

Morita Bunta turned around and looked at Mie Morita calmly.

There was no harmony and calmness in his eyes before, but indifference as if he was facing a stranger.

"I can agree to your request, but you can't stop me from visiting Taro in the future."

Morita Mie was silent for a moment, and finally struggled to agree to this condition.

Although she didn't want her husband's soul to rest in peace.

But her husband is dead now.

Give up the whole company for a dead person.

No matter how emotional she is, she knows how to choose.

At most, she will visit her husband's grave frequently in the future.

"Okay!"

Morita Bunta smiled with satisfaction and decisively agreed to Morita Mie's request.

Deep in his eyes, there was a trace of conspiracy.

This obscure look was hidden very deeply, and Morita Mie didn't notice it at all.

Only Morita Jiro, who had been paying attention to his father, was thoughtful.

He had been wondering why his father would give up the benefits so easily?

You know, this is not what they said when they discussed at home before.

Not only did this woman want to get it, but even this company was the property of the Morita family.

Now just because of a few words from this woman, he gave up the benefits so lightly.

This is not the style of his father in his impression.

"Without further delay, since you have agreed to this request, let's start moving the cemetery tomorrow."

Morita Bunta spoke decisively.

He looked as if he was afraid that the night would be long and he would have more dreams.

"So soon?"

Morita Mie was slightly stunned. She had thought that she would have some time to prepare.

The cemetery is actually going to be moved tomorrow?

However, since the matter has been agreed, she doesn't care if it's a day earlier or later.

"Okay, I will contact someone to move the cemetery tomorrow morning."

Morita Mie said, and suddenly changed her tone and looked at Morita Bunta.

"But, shares?"

Morita Bunta gently stroked his crutches, with a smile on his face.

"As soon as the cemetery is moved, I will transfer all the shares to you."

"I hope you won't break your promise!"

Morita Mie snorted coldly, but she was not afraid that this guy would go back on his word.

If this guy dared to play tricks on her, she would definitely not let him off easily.

"IfIf there is nothing else, you can leave. I won't see you off. "

Morita Mie said, flipping a file on the table and looking down.

She didn't mean to see him off.

Morita Bunta didn't care about her attitude. This woman had been cold since she came in, and he was used to it.

However, women with this kind of personality are interesting.

He had long been tired of those women with soft personalities.

She looked at Morita Mie meaningfully and left the office with Morita Jiro.

"Father, why is it so simple..."

As soon as he walked out of the office, Morita Jiro couldn't help looking at his father in confusion and asked.

This time, they were specifically The door came for this woman.

Now, for a corpse of no value, not only did he give up the benefits that were within his reach.

Even this beautiful woman was going to be let go.

This really made him a little incomprehensible.

After all, this was different from what they had discussed before.

Although his sister was used as a sacrifice for this sacrifice, the more sacrifices there were, the more generous the gods' gifts would be.

If this woman could be brought home and sacrificed together with his younger sister.

The gods would naturally give the Morita family a more generous reward.

Just let this woman go.

This is not like a father's method.

"What's the hurry?"

Morita Fumita glanced at Morita Jiro lightly, with a hint of unspeakable disgust in his tone.

"Do you know why I like Taro more than you? ”

“Because, your brain is not as good as your brother’s.”

“Do you really think that I just want that useless corpse?”

“I just want to use this excuse to let this bitch come to me.”

All the conditions he had offered before were just to pave the way for what was to come.

Do you really think he would care about a dead son?

Even when he was alive, he didn’t care and let him fend for himself.

Not to mention a dead descendant.

Moving the cemetery was just a cover.

His real purpose was to lure this woman to the Morita family.

Let her follow him back to the Morita family for no reason. With this woman’s caution and carefulness, he was sure I won't agree.

So he can only use Morita Taro's grave as an excuse to let this woman down.

No matter how smart she is, she will never think that this is a trap.

A hunting trap specially prepared for her.

We just need to wait until tomorrow when the grave is moved, Morita Mihui will definitely follow them back to the Morita family's clan land.

When that time comes, she will have no choice but to leave.

Morita Jiro showed a look of realization on his face, but he didn't think about it.to these things.

"As expected of you, father!"

Listening to Jiro Morita's flattery, Bunta Morita shook his head.

To be honest, of his two sons, he likes the eldest son the most.

Unfortunately, this child inherited his mother's lowly and despicable blood and could not inherit the Morita family.

After growing up, he ran away from the family privately.

He can only pin his hopes on this second son.

Although his brain is not very good, fortunately he has a relatively strong body, and his mother is a sacrifice baptized by the gods.

Inherited such a pure bloodline.

It is very suitable to become the next head of the Morita family.

Just as Bunta Morita was thinking, the elevator slowly opened. (To read the violent novels, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

Bunta Morita and Jiro Morita walked into the elevator and pressed the first floor.

Just as the elevator was about to close, there was a burst of hurried footsteps outside.

"Wait, wait a minute!"

The elevator that was about to close suddenly opened.

Jiro Morita's face was full of impatience.

Just as he was about to get angry, he saw the woman standing at the elevator door panting, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

A home-style hip-wrapped long skirt with suspenders exposed her smooth collarbone and neck.

She was wearing a thin coat, and her specific figure could not be seen.

But the pair of full and cumbersome bodies that were about to burst out with her breathing were like two mountains, attracting all eyes.

Perhaps because she ran too fast, the woman with rapid breathing had cold sweat on her forehead.

The hair wet by sweat was close to her face, adding a bit of fragile beauty.

"Excuse me!"

Hayakawa Masami folded her hands in front of her legs, bowed slightly and showed an apologetic expression on her face.

"Are you an employee here?"

Looking at this beautiful mature woman, a trace of greed flashed in Morita Bunta's eyes. []

Morita Jiro next to him also had a flickering look in his eyes, with a look of amazement in his eyes.

He didn't expect that in such a company with only a hundred people, there was actually a top-notch young woman who was no less inferior to Morita Mie.

Seeing his father's suggestive eyes, Morita Jiro suddenly understood in his heart, and asked casually.

This company will sooner or later become the property of the Morita family.

If this woman is an employee of this company, it will be easy.

It only takes a little operation to easily get this woman.

"I'm not an employee here."

Hayakawa Masami hurriedly shook her head when she heard this, and explained in a panic.

"My husband is an employee of this company, and I came here to bring him lunch."

"You should also be my husband's colleagues, right?"

Looking at the curious eyes, Morita Jiro smiled and nodded.

"Yes, we are your husband's colleagues.. "

Although it is not now, it will be sooner or later.

Jiro Morita added in his heart.

Masami Hayakawa walked into the elevator.

As the elevator went down, the atmosphere in the elevator suddenly became silent.

Masami Hayakawa, who was standing in front of the two people, looked at the elevator door with a tense body and an indescribable restrained expression.

From the temperament of these two people, it can be seen that they are not ordinary employees.

So, she did not dare to talk too much.

The more you talk, the more mistakes you make.

What if her talking too much leaves a bad influence and affects her husband's work?

The purpose of her coming to the company this time is to make Shunsuke Hayakawa give up the idea of ​​letting The idea of ​​her daughter going to the temple to practice.

As expected, she was rejected.

She had no better solution for this matter.

Since it didn't work with her husband, she could only start with Lu Jin and her daughter.

Hayakawa Masami, who was worried, was completely immersed in her own world.

She didn't notice the two pairs of prying and greedy eyes behind her.

The elevator arrived at the first floor.

Hayakawa Masami, who was full of worries, greeted the two absent-mindedly and left the office building.

Only two men with their own ulterior motives were left.

Looking at the plump back exuding a mature atmosphere, he couldn't take his eyes off it.

"Jiro, what do you think?"

After a moment of silence, Morita Bunta slowly spoke.

"Like my sister-in-law, they are both top-notch women. ”

Morita Jiro answered honestly without hiding his admiration and covetousness.

After saying that, he hesitated for a moment and then added another sentence.

"If you can sacrifice her to the gods, you will definitely get the gods' blessings."

"Yes, if you can sacrifice her to the gods, you will definitely get rich blessings."

Morita Bunta repeated this sentence in a faint tone.

God, every revival requires a few years.

I finally waited for this opportunity. If I give up, it seems a bit too pity.

"Then, do you want to..."

Hearing the meaning of his father's words, Morita Jiro immediately raised his eyebrows and made a tentative gesture.

Morita Bunta was a little hesitant.

After all, this woman is different from Morita Mihui.

It is certain that nothing will go wrong for a while if Morita Mihui is tricked into the Morita family.

As long as the god enjoys the sacrifice, this woman will be brainwashed by the god's power and become a devout believer.

Become the most devout and loyal dog of the god.

But this woman is different.

She has her own family, and her husband is just an ordinary company employee.

If she disappears suddenly, it will definitely cause trouble and even attract the attention of the police.

If the matter gets out of hand, it will be difficult to end.

So, this matter is somewhat risky.

However, considering the temptation of the gift of the gods, such a small risk is not completely unbearable.

The sacrifice to the gods will begin soon.

As long as time is tight, the sacrifice can be completed in a few days, and then the woman can be sent home safely.

In theory, there will definitely be no major problems.

So, although this matter is risky, it is still within the acceptable range.

Even if we think in the worst direction, the police will come to the door.

With the current status of the Morita family, there will actually be no major problems.

Don’t look at the surname Morita, which has little presence in the upper class of the island country.

However, how could a family that has been passed down for hundreds of years and can still be rich and prosperous not have any connections and background?

It’s just that these relationships cannot be put on the surface.

So, even if someone really died, as long as a little price is paid, the matter can be suppressed.

For the gift of the gods, it is completely possible to take this risk.

Thinking of this, Morita Bunta immediately made up his mind and gave Morita Jiro a look.

"Follow up and catch this woman. Don't let anyone see it."

Morita Jiro nodded and followed silently.

Seeing Hayakawa Masami get on a bus, Morita Jiro also got on the bus.

Hayakawa Masami, who was thinking about something, didn't realize that she was being followed by others.

The bus passed one station after another and stopped at the fifth station.

Hayakawa Masami got off the bus and walked towards home.

But in his mind, he was thinking about how to confront his daughter and tell her the true face of that bastard monk.

"If I tell her directly, will Rin be unable to bear this shock?"

Hayakawa Masami thought with some worry.

Based on her understanding of her daughter, if she knew about this, she would definitely be very sad. .