My love options are a bit difficult

Chapter 43 Anxiety in the mood

The content of the following talk shows began to become boring and normal. Most of the topics they talked about were topics that some empty women in island countries liked to hear, and there were no more sensitive words like the one at the beginning.

Until the woman named Asaka Fukai retreated behind the scenes, and when the makeup artist was about to touch up her makeup, a woman with framed glasses and a serious expression suddenly walked up to her and whispered in her ear:
"Ma'am, something happened to the congressman."

"What's wrong?" Asaka Fukai frowned, waved her hand, and told the makeup artist to leave the room.

The woman wearing glasses replied: "The building was attacked by a group of unknown people. At that time, the MP was in the room with a woman, and it was almost there."

"That trash will only cause trouble!"

Asaka Fukai's face suddenly turned ugly, and she cursed in a low voice.

The woman wearing glasses stood silently and silently.

Sighing, and helplessly stroked his forehead, Asaka Fukai asked with a headache:

"Is it okay?"

"No, I just suffered a little scratch and have been sent to the hospital." The woman standing by the side replied immediately.

Asaka Fukai nodded, her slender eyes narrowed slightly: "Well, let's go back and deal with this matter first, it's really a waste of worry."

"Hi."

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Natsume Kaede was holding the steering wheel with one hand and the other arm on the window.

The cool night wind blew his hair, and the neon lights kept flashing across his face.

It was another time when he was involved in an incident that did not seem to be simple for no reason.

He also didn't know if it was because his destiny clashed with the island nation that so many things happened within a month of coming here.

Steadily turning the steering wheel and turning a corner, Natsume Feng suddenly thought of something.

I haven't finished the job I was doing just now, and I still had a fight there, which means that I can't get the [-] yen salary that belongs to me?

Xia Mufeng was a little confused.

"Damn, that's the fruit of my labor!"

It’s okay to have a fight, just think of it as exercising after a meal, but after a few hours of going around, you don’t even have a salary. What kind of thing is this?

No, he doesn't seem to have even eaten dinner tonight!

How can it be repaired!
Xia Mufeng smashed the steering wheel and felt a little angry.

No!

Tomorrow, I have to call that Araki foreign affairs officer to ask for a salary. I have no credit or hard work. The final work of the poster curtain is left unfinished, so I can't just do it for him.

And he can also use the reason that he was intimidated by those men in black while working, and maybe he can get some mental damage fee.

The more he thought about it, the more it made sense.

Going to work by myself is about to finish, and a group of vicious big men suddenly appear, smashing and looting, which scares me a lot. They are such a big group, no matter what, I have to pay my little worker 20 yen for mental damage. ?
What?don't give?

If the other party really doesn't give it, even if Xia Mufeng endured the possibility of being exposed by the police, he must let them do justice to him!

Find some other media, newspapers, workers' unions, etc., and go to the gate of Shenjing Building to judge for yourself.

It's just for the image of their group, so they don't care about such a small amount of money, after all, for a consortium, there are more than that many leaks from the hair follicles on the feet.

The more Xia Mufeng thought about it, the brighter his eyes became, and at the end the corners of his mouth grinned.

The vehicle was driving smoothly, looking at the dark night, his hand unconsciously reached into his pocket and took out his mobile phone.

Playing with a mobile phone while driving is a very dangerous thing. If it wasn't for Natsume Kaede's strength as an old driver, he would not usually play with his mobile phone while driving.

Since he doesn't like to be disturbed whether he is working or sleeping, with the precedent of being woken up by the Araki foreign affairs call last time, he usually turns off his mobile phone to silent state.

Mainly because I didn't look at my phone for more than two hours. When I drove to the warehouse in the afternoon, I sent a message to Quanjiang on the tram and did not receive a reply. It is estimated that the other party was not looking at the phone at that time.

But thinking about it, he must have replied to the news on the line. He didn't remember it for a while on the road just now. He was always thinking about what happened in the Shenjing Building and whether there was anything wrong with the old lady. Now he thinks of it naturally. I want to check my phone.

After all, care is mutual. Since the last time he saw Quanjiang looking at him pitifully at the door of his house, he also felt that he had to lead by example and go home early so that he could ask Quanjiang to go home early.

The two brothers and sisters have no relatives in this strange and familiar city. Even if they go out to play with friends, there is a limit. After all, the beautiful things in this city are not necessarily more dark than the dark ones.

What Natsume Feng did is actually to establish a "family style".

Putting his index finger on the fingerprint sensor, he drove the car and looked straight ahead, opened the lock screen and held the phone to the upper right, so as not to affect his vision while driving.

It's just that Natsume Feng just glanced at the content on the phone screen, and his eyes couldn't move.

The line information prompt is at the bottom, and there are only two.

Above the line message prompt icon, a green phone logo is suffixed with a full nine!
Xia Mufeng couldn't help but lift his foot slightly, slowing down the speed of the car, and his attention was all drawn to the phone, because the contact displayed above is:
Yu Gongquan!
There was an ominous premonition in his heart.

Natsume Feng glanced at the time displayed on the phone, 20:48
He never believed that Izumi-chan had called him so many times before this point to call him home.

"Don't be alright"

He meditated nervously in his heart.

He paused with his fingers, dialed directly, and attached the phone to his ear.

beep~ beep~
beep~ beep~
Xia Mufeng was a little irritable listening to the blind tone on the phone, but no matter how annoying he was now, he could only wait patiently for the other party to answer.

"Senior Xia?"

The phone is on.

But it was not the voice of Yu Gongquan.

"I am, who are you, is Yu Gongquan by your side?" Xia Mufeng frowned.

"I'm Du Yuehua, and Amamiya classmate is by my side."

A cold and familiar voice came from the phone.

The person who answered the phone wasn't Quanjiang, and Xia Mufeng couldn't help but ask: "Then please let her answer the phone, why are you calling me so many times, is there something wrong?"

"Well it's something."

Du Yuehua, who was on the other side of the phone, was a little vague.

"what happened?"

Xia Mufeng's heart skipped a beat.

After a while of silence, Du Yuehua's voice slowly came from the microphone:

"Amamiya-san, she's taking notes, you should come to us as soon as possible and talk about it, at the Takanawa Police Station in the Minato District."

The voice just fell.

呲呲呲! ! !
A sharp sound of tires rubbing against the ground suddenly sounded on the street.

The already worn tires of the pickup immediately slipped out four clear car prints on the ground, and pieces of green smoke floated from the tires.

"How the hell are you driving!"

His sudden braking made the car behind him almost collide, and the owner immediately rolled down the window and stuck his head out, screaming in dissatisfaction.

But Xia Mufeng didn't care at all.

The right hand quickly shifts gears, the sole of the foot is stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, and the steering wheel is instantly filled with one hand.

The vehicle flicked its tail, and the entire body suddenly rushed out when it was about to turn over. The engine started violently, leaving only a dark red taillight.

(End of this chapter)