I Really Don't Want to Be the Protagonist

"Did you wear it?"

Ren Xiaoqin's fair cheeks were blushing, she lowered her head subconsciously: "Yes."

Immediately, the girl gave Shi Qinghai a hard look: "Don't make trouble! I still have one very important thing I didn't say to you!!"

Shi Qinghai let out a haha, slipped his hands off the girl's body silently, and stopped some strange little movements: "Say it, say it."

Ren Xiaoqin took a deep breath, her face was a little embarrassed, she seemed embarrassed, but she still said firmly: "That's right, I don't want to be a crybaby when we face the desperation like a deserted island in the future. Ghosts can't do anything with you."

"If, if I'm just an ordinary person and I haven't seen the strength of any warrior, I might really hesitate about my responsibilities because of my selfishness. But the environment I grew up in is doomed to make my thoughts come to naught. When I truly recognized the world, I was no longer satisfied with my current status.”

"Ah."

Shi Qinghai nodded.

He didn't say words of encouragement and affirmation, but put his arms around Ren Xiaoqin generously. For Ren Xiaoqin, a thousand words at this time are not as important as a hug.

Although they have hugged many times before.

After a few minutes of purity.

"Xiaoqin, do you have a satellite phone or something, the other party can't locate us when we call?"

Ren Xiaoqin shook her head: "I didn't prepare this kind of thing. I only have an ordinary satellite phone, which I don't use very much, and the anti-peeping of positioning may not be able to really do it."

"Grandpa Gangcun is a senior member of the Jingu faction. Sometimes they need to hold some kind of secret meeting or something. They should be prepared for this kind of thing."

"Do you have his contact information?"

Shi Qinghai was a little ashamed, just now in the shrine room, thinking about Ultraman for a while, he even forgot to ask for the contact number of Taki and Okamura Haruhe.

"Yes, who are you calling?"

Ren Xiaoqin gently pushed Shi Qinghai away, turned around and lay down on the bed and began to look for her mobile phone.

The undefended back of the girl is a bit charming. The buildings here are all paved with underfloor heating. Xiaoqin is only wearing a simple thin pajamas, but it is this kind of pajamas that are tightly attached to her body because of the girl's movements. Outlined perfectly.

Shi Qinghai's mouth was a little parched. If the time was strictly counted, he hadn't studied for a month.

Not only did I not study the fill-in-the-blank questions, but I didn't even have the oral arithmetic questions.

Sure enough, full of warmth and lust, Shi Qinghai severely criticized himself in his heart.

"found it!"

Ren Xiaoqin's eyes lit up, and she immediately got out of bed with her mobile phone, her crystal clear and delicate jade feet were slightly curved, and her fair skin was even more eye-catching.

After dialing the phone, Ren Xiaoqin put the phone to her ear, and looked at Shi Qinghai with a smile, her eyes sparkling with stars.

It is really the happiest thing to see Shi Qinghai!

785. Common sense

In the unpretentious black car.

Okamura Haruwa sat in the back row, and Watanabe, the driver and part-time bodyguard, drove meticulously. Although the driving of the vehicle was still stable, the paleness on Watanabe's face could not be hidden no matter what.

a little person.Watanabe's positioning of himself is very accurate. In the entire struggle of Japan, he is indeed just an insignificant little person.

But it is such a small person who can become a bystander and witness the changes in the history of Japan with his own eyes.

Tokugawa Takeki's death was far more than that simple

It is like an ordinary person after drinking paraquat. At the beginning, he may feel nothing, but his breathing is a little weak, but slowly, as time goes by, the patient will die from endless pain.

And this kind of pain is irreparable.

"What should we do in the future?"

"What about Dongying's future?!" Watanabe murmured in his heart.

"Concentrate on driving."

Okamura Haruhe spoke calmly, and the old voice sounded like a wake-up call, waking up Watanabe who was in a trance.

"Hi!"

Watanabe's face straightened, he didn't dare to think about anything else, and concentrated on controlling the steering wheel.

Looking at the busy traffic outside the window, Gangcun Chunhe's expression was indifferent, as if he didn't have any fluctuations in his heart because of what happened just now.

Compared with the great changes in Japan more than a hundred years ago, the death of the patriarch of the Tokugawa family is nothing more than a few hailstones that occasionally fall from the sky.

The position of the station is different, and the thinking is naturally different.

Just as a dead bird turns to the sky, Okamura Chunhe has always taken this sentence as his criterion. There are no permanent friends in the world, only permanent interests.

Such simple and vulgar words can sometimes give people the strength to go on.

"Death is a kind of kindness."

Okamura Haruhe said slowly: "For the Tokugawa family, I have enough kindness to give them."

This is an extraordinary period. Master Taki forbids all civil strife in the Jingu faction, but Tokugawa Takeki’s death was too sudden. Even if Master Taki’s orders were no different from God’s rules in people’s minds in the past, in such a complicated and uneasy situation Still anything can happen!

If you confess, you will be lenient, and you will be imprisoned; if you resist, you will be strict, and you will go home for the New Year.

It is impossible for Gangcun Chunhe to really sit back and watch such a huge ancient family collapse in just a few years!