Jin Yucheng was, after all, a special forces soldier grood by the North Country, the king of soldiers. He believed that the other party had already taken the ti to drive through Sapporo once and morize the map in his mind.
"Is he that impressive?" Miyashita Naoyuki looked at the perennially expressionless Jin Yucheng, who seed almost like a robot, with suspicion, and said, "XX bar."
Jin Yucheng started the car without a word.
The car didn’t go fast, but it was very smooth. Whether braking at traffic lights or starting off, the jolting was minimal.
"Sugoichi, Mr. Aoyama, this driver of yours has got so skills! He’s even better than my dad’s driver," Miyashita Naoyuki exclaid admirably, one complint after another.
Aoyama Xiu Xin said casually, "Driving is the least of the many skills he possesses."
"Then what is he good at?" Miyashita Naoyuki waited until they arrived at the bar, his face full of curiosity, "If he’s this good at sothing he’s not even skilled at, what about the things he excels at?"
Aoyama Xiu Xin chuckled and did not answer but instead counterasked, "You’re in such a hurry, what do you want with ?"
"It’s about my little sister," Miyashita Naoyuki instantly forgot about Jin Yucheng and said with a sense of utter hopelessness, "I had promised her that I would arrange for her to et you within three days, but you’ve been busy with important matters recently, and I didn’t want to bother you, so it’s gone from three days to three months. Liangzi’s about to chew out!"
Although a debauchee, he still knew what was more important; he hadn’t disturbed Aoyama Xiu Xin over arranging the eting he had promised to his sister during that ti.
"So that’s what this is about. I’ve been so busy lately, I’d actually forgotten," Aoyama Xiu Xin said, shaking his head, then reassured him, "Don’t worry, just like we agreed before, I’ll co off as lecherous, base, and shaless in her presence, guaranteed to shatter her filter of ."
"Man! I’m counting on you, Mr. Aoyama!" Miyashita Naoyuki breathed out relievedly, giving a deep bow with hands clasped together in thanks.
.........
Twenty minutes later, the car stopped in front of the bar.
Aoyama Xiu Xin and Miyashita Naoyuki got out of the car, while Jin Yucheng stayed to watch it, after all, what if soone secretly planted a bomb on the car or tampered with it?
Upon entering the bar, Aoyama Xiu Xin frowned at the blast of heat and various perfus mixed together; he truly didn’t like places like this.
Fortunately, this place seed to be a relatively high-end local venue, with a better environnt and clientele.
Not so much the sll of cheap perfu.
"This way."
Miyashita Naoyuki led Aoyama Xiu Xin through the crowded ground floor and up to the third floor by elevator, where it was all private rooms, far fewer people, but there were still figures of n and won swaying or gnawing at each other in the hallways.
When they arrived in front of a private room, Aoyama Xiu Xin faintly heard the sound of many won’s voices inside.
Miyashita Ryouko brought other friends too?
Miyashita Naoyuki pushed the door open and entered, Aoyama Xiu Xin followed closely behind, and upon entering, he saw seven or eight attractive won dancing energetically in front of a table.
On the sofa, a young girl dressed in a pink kimono carelessly slung her legs over the table, her skirt sliding down to reveal a pair of fair calves, her garnt amiss, and precocious fruit-like curves almost bursting forth, as she waved a stack of bills in her hand. Her round and adorable face was full of excitent as she threw money at the dancing won.
Although the kimono clashed with the ambiance of the place, the sight of a girl like this in such a setting, enjoying herself thoroughly, was even more incongruous.
Ghost Fire Boy’s little sister, the Ghost Fire Girl?
But it had to be admitted, this Ghost Fire Girl was quite a stunner, her skin was so white it seed to be porcelain, delicate enough to be shattered with a re puff, her face bore a doll-like innocence, yet her figure boasted the voluptuousness of a young matron, tsk, top-notch, really top-notch.
"Liangzi, what are you doing! Girls should act like girls!" Naoyuki Miyashita scolded with a dark face and flipped her leg off the table.
"Aren’t they also girls?" Miyashita Ryouko pointed at the dancing beauties, then she caught sight of Aoyama Xiu Xin, her eyes lit up, and with a gasp of "ah," she stepped on the sofa and ran over to hug Aoyama Xiu Xin’s arm, "I’ve finally t you, Mr. Aoyama!"
"Miss Liangzi," Aoyama Xiu Xin responded with a polite smile, feeling the softness pressing against his hand, his expression unchanged.
"Cough!" Naoyuki coughed, signalling with his eyes. Weren’t we supposed to pretend to be sleazy? What’s with this gentlemanly act!
You’re afraid my sister won’t like you, aren’t you?
Only then did Aoyama Xiu Xin rember their plan and suddenly shed the facade he had unconsciously donned, revealing his true nature. He glanced inside Miyashita Ryouko’s collar and even deliberately brushed it with his arm.
Naoyuki Miyashita: "..."
I told you to act sleazy, not to be actually sleazy with my sister, you asshole! Damn it!
He hurriedly observed his sister’s reaction.
Miyashita Ryouko was startled, unconsciously looked up at Aoyama Xiu Xin, and caught his mischievous smile and predatory gaze, her face turning red. She suddenly felt it wasn’t so bad, proving her own charm; even Aoyama Xiu Xin, who was known for his preference for married won, couldn’t help himself at first glance.
Naoyuki’s heart sank, Damn! This is bad!
"Cough cough cough!" He coughed repeatedly, urging Aoyama Xiu Xin with his eyes to flirt with the dancing won.
Aoyama Xiu Xin disengaged from Miyashita Ryouko’s grasp and imdiately pulled a bar hostess into his arms, reclining with her on the sofa while stroking her leg, he naturally said, "Miss Liangzi, Mr. Miyashita said you wanted to et , now that you have, what are your thoughts?"
That’s more like it! Naoyuki clenched his fists in excitent, once again observing his sister’s response.
He’s so sleazy and shaless, playing with other won right in front of you, now you should despise him, right?
But Miyashita Ryouko was no ordinary person; otherwise, she wouldn’t have insisted on dragging her brother to the Silver Field just to satisfy her curiosity, so naturally, her way of thinking was unusual.
"Mr. Aoyama is even more handso than on the news! And so tall and strong!" Miyashita Ryouko, with a flushed face, ran over and sat beside him, poured him a drink, and offered it to his lips, "And he’s an open and candid gentleman, not pretentious at all, not pretending to be averse to won just because of my presence, totally being himself."
Naoyuki Miyashita: "..."
Aoyama Xiu Xin: "..."
"What open and candid? I’m just lecherous!" Aoyama Xiu Xin vehently slandered himself, tearing the dress of the woman in his arms, and laughing gleefully, "Miss Liangzi, see, she’s the one who’s really open and candid now."
"Who isn’t lecherous? But how many are as unabashed as Mr. Aoyama? My brother still pretends to be a virtuous man in front of , as if I don’t know how promiscuous he is outside. Mr. Aoyama, you truly are unique!" As Miyashita Ryouko finished speaking, she turned eagerly to the woman in his arms and exclaid with joy, "Look, Mr. Aoyama, she even has a tattoo!"
Lady, you sure are unique too!
"Ah!" The woman in Aoyama’s arms had seen all sorts of things, but now, she flushed with embarrassnt and hurriedly covered her tattoo with her hands.
Miyashita Ryouko’s eyes glittered with excitent as she tried to move the woman’s hand away, "Why cover it? Just a quick look, hurry up, I’ll give you money. That’s right, brother, Mr. Aoyama, look too! I’ve paid for this, I want my money’s worth!"
Aoyama Xiu Xin was dumbstruck.
He turned his head to look at Naoyuki Miyashita.
Naoyuki just stared at the sky, feeling utterly dejected.
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