MTL - The Most Beautiful Boy In Tokyo-Chapter 128 : Tokyo Fish Pond (2)

Japan, Osaka.

The food capital, the economic volume is second only to Tokyo, the second largest city in Japan.

As the servant of Kikuto Cuisine, it is Yamamoto Kojiro's duty to get up at 6 in the morning to sprinkle water. With a jersey on his head, he splashes the dry ground with a spoon. The ground soon becomes wet and even the air becomes fresh. Up, the enthusiasm in May has also dropped a lot.

Just a few seconds past 6:30, Natsukawa Seko arrived on time. As the famous proprietress of this restaurant, she was never late.

Guys would often discuss her in private, even the waitress.

They agreed that the proprietress is a respectable strong woman. Although many branches have been opened in Osaka, they have never seen the proprietress relax every day. Occasionally she also cooks herself and tries new dishes.

"Are everyone here?" Xia Chuan Seko said calmly.

"It's all here." Yamamoto Kojiro said immediately.

"Then let's begin."

"Hay!"

Every time I see the proprietress, Kojiro Yamamoto's heart beats fast.

Natsukawa Seko's cheeks are vivid and beautiful, and she likes to wear loose kimonos on weekdays, with black pantyhose underneath, and sometimes glossy stockings.

He liked each one and thought it was for himself.

Today was no exception. She wore an orange-red kimono with a delicate and graceful neck, and her white thighs also made people imagine. Although she was thirty-five years old, she was cared for by a young woman in her twenties.

The proprietress exudes a charming and dangerous aura all over her body, similar to the colorful spiders in the Amazon jungle, bright and enchanting, but contains a poison that can make people crazy.

When she spoke to everyone, her lips painted with cherry oil were so intoxicating that Kojiro Yamamoto would be fascinated by it every time.

While the proprietress was not paying attention, his eyes quickly fell down, and he saw her pair of beautiful long legs, white and plump, trembling slightly.

The lady boss is not wearing stockings today.

He couldn't help being a little disappointed.

It means she will be home soon.

After a long period of observation, he has been able to confirm this - she will work all day only when she wears silk stockings, and silk stockings are her formal clothes. On important festivals, she must be seen wearing silk stockings.

But why?

Today is neither her daughter's birthday nor her husband's wedding anniversary. Why does she have to go home so early and can't stay here for a while longer?

Yamamoto Kojiro couldn't help but feel resentment in his heart.

I do not know since when, he has secretly regarded the proprietress as his own woman, although she has always been very strict with him, but Kojiro felt that it was just her pretending to cover up.

She is actually ambiguous to herself, right?

After all, she accidentally broke the plate last time. Although she scolded herself a few times, she still told herself very gently after a while that it was okay, please be careful next time.

In terms of appearance, he thinks that he is very good-looking, belongs to the creamy face that is popular nowadays, and girls will come to chat up on the road. The most important thing is that he is very young. Although he dropped out of high school and worked part-time, he is stronger Powerful, with herself, she will be very comfortable, she is at an age where she needs to be nourished.

What's more, he heard from the employees that the relationship between the proprietress and her husband has been broken, and it has lasted for a long time. Sometimes in public, they will quarrel without anyone else.

He felt he had a great chance.

If you can win the proprietress, you will be able to ascend to the sky in one step, and instantly change from a wage earner to a master.

Yamamoto Kojiro thought so.

Natsukawa Seko's matters were quickly explained. As he expected, she did not wear stockings and left in the Mercedes-Benz.

It must be playing hard to catch.

She must be thinking of me at home too, looking forward to my reaction.

Yamamoto Kojiro fantasized about his future life while sprinkling water.

As soon as she got into the Mercedes-Benz, Seko Natsukawa couldn't wait to turn on the TV in the back seat, sweating nervously on her forehead, and praying non-stop.

"Please, it must be broadcast today!"

"God! Please!"

After praying, she switched to the channel.

This channel is the bottom channel, with zero popularity and zero votes. At this time, it is still a black screen.

The light in Xia Chuan's eyes dimmed.

It even feels a little bit more alive than dead.

She gritted her teeth and took out her mobile phone and called TV Tokyo's complaint hotline.

But the hotline was occupied, and no matter how I called it, I couldn't get through.

She kept dialing, and the call was finally connected. The female receptionist's voice came from inside: "Hello, this is the TV station hotline. How can I help you?"

"Yu Xian, why didn't the Yu Xian Zhisheng contestants start the broadcast?" Xia Chuan Seko said angrily, "Is there a problem with your channel broadcast! Please check it carefully!"

"Hello, a lot of people have already called to ask about your inquiries, but the fact that the channel is not open is the player's own wishes and has nothing to do with this station."

"What is this called! Your TV station can't urge him?"

"Sorry, the TV station has no right to interfere with the freedom of the players."

"But I just want to see him! Do you understand!"

"Sorry, we can understand your anxiety, but there is nothing we can do."

"Damn!!" Xia Chuan Seko was so angry that she smashed her phone on the seat next to her, her full chest heaving violently.

Along the way is the scenery of the Osaka Industrial Zone, majestic and magnificent, the rising sun is rising from the horizon, magnificent and beautiful. But she was not in the mood to watch it, and felt very annoying. She even wanted to book a flight to Tokyo immediately, go to the Ise Island Hotel to find the child, and see if he was sick or something else happened. In short, she was very worried.

After a while, she picked up her mobile phone again and called Xiaoxun Nagisa, the deputy director of Dongda Art Group.

Xiaoxun Nagisa was woken up by the phone, and climbed up with her chicken coop head on her head: "Moses Moses, who is that?"

"It's me, Xia Chuan Seto! What's going on with Yubao, why isn't it broadcasting?" Xia Chuan Seto shouted, "I bought a new TV for this purpose."

"Ah? Didn't the broadcast start today?" Xiaoxun Nagisa suddenly woke up from her dream and glanced at the time on her phone, "Oh, it's only six o'clock in the morning, Yu Bao should still be sleeping, don't worry."

"But he didn't start the broadcast yesterday!" Xia Chuan Seko complained, "You too, why didn't you call and urge him, you are his superior after all."

"You think too much, I'm not his superior."

Xiaoxun Nagisa yawned and looked at the hazy sky outside the window.

"The contract signed by that child with Dongda Art is specially formulated. He and Dongda Art are not affiliated, but cooperative, but we are not willing to disclose it to the public. Candy Samurai's music company."

Candy Samurai Company?

Never heard of it.

"Isn't this the end, you can't call him?" Xia Chuan Seko said desperately.

"Yeah." Xiaoxun Nagisa said in a tone of "I'm dead", "Why don't you look at our Akagi Ryosuke first, he's pretty handsome too."

"I do not want it!"

"Ah? You are enchanted, Seko, your soul has been sucked by Yu Bao, right?"

"You still have the face to say?!"

"Xiaoxun trash! Dead house girl!" As an investor in the Dongda Art Group and a friend in the group of best friends, Xia Chuan Seko scolded others rudely.

If you want to blame Xiaoxun Nagisa, I introduced the child to me too early. Shenhuiling is no longer a fan, and only regards Yu Xianzhisheng as a favorite. I have watched several of his performances over and over again. No less than a hundred times, but this child's works are just so little, it's not enough to watch!

The TV also bought a super-large screen, which is the most expensive on the market. Just wait for him to watch his performance after the broadcast.

But yesterday, I got up at six in the morning and waited until twelve in the night. The screen was black. I was bored and watched other contestants perform, but after watching it for a while, I quickly turned back, for fear of missing a minute and a second. I can't wait, it's so frustrating.

"Hey!" Xiaoxun Nagisa said aggrieved, "It has nothing to do with me, do you think I'm not uncomfortable?"

"I don't want to follow him anymore, it's hard to wait to die, I can't see him and feel like there are ants crawling all over his body." Xia Chuan Seko said unceremoniously, "I don't want to vote for him anymore, just vote for anyone else. It's gone!"

"Haha, you can't bear it!" Xiaoxun Nagisa laughed loudly, "A dead duck will have a hard mouth, idiot Seto, Seto who is addicted and can't be saved!"

Seen through!

Natsukawa Seko ruthlessly hung up the phone.

Then he stared at the mini TV in the back seat again, but the screen was still black.

my goodness.

The rotten little prince was stunned.

Natsukawa Seko sighed while holding her forehead, leaning back on the seat feebly.

The driver in front did not dare to speak, but drove carefully.

The phone rang suddenly, a text message.

Xiaoxun Nagisa's text message?

Natsukawa Seko quickly picked up the phone, glanced at it and frowned. The person who sent the text message was Kojiro Yamamoto, an employee of the store, who asked if he was sick.

Who are you holding?

It's none of your business whether the old lady is sick or not!

Natsukawa Seko suddenly remembered the sight she had looked at her legs in the morning.

She knew that the young employees in the store would often sneak a peek at her legs. She was not stupid, but she felt that it didn't matter. After all, they were all young boys.

This Yamamoto Kojiro is also one of them.

The gaze that looked at himself was very respectful, and he was indeed fanatical under the respect.

He thought he was covering it up well.

What an idiot~www.novelbuddy.com~ My mother walks more than you eat rice.

Natsukawa Seko replied, and by the way sent the store manager a dismissal order for Kojiro.

"Find any reason, let him pack up and get out."

It’s fine in normal times. If you’re in a bad mood, you have to hit the muzzle. If you don’t die, you won’t die, and the waiter isn’t short of one or two. Just replace it and transfer one from the branch.

People at the bottom delusionally want to use their bodies to climb up? Where did you get so much meaning *** to see too much? Brain teasing, right? The gap between people is as big as a gulf, and if you give a smile, it will overflow, disgusting.

Speaking of which, when will the broadcast start, please, Yu Bao, how can I live without you? I want to listen to the piano, I want to watch the violin, and I want to listen to the new song... Mom fans cry.

She picked up her phone again and stopped in front of a number, hesitating whether to dial it.

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