Miss Hardcore Love Daily

Mizuki Hino.

Anyway, I found someone who sold her before. Although there was an empty shell left due to the war, Shan finally left a surname called "Hino". I used it.

In the current era, no one knows how powerful the "Hino Group" is and what it represents.

But everyone can only see the magnificence of the Hino Group on the surface, but they can't see the intricate roots of this huge building.

However, some are very clear about this, such as the person who works for Miss Meiyue personally, or the person who is responsible for sending Wanyin Jiaye back this time.

Wanyinjiaye stood at the door of the familiar hotel, the incandescent lamp was brightly lit in the lampshade, shining on the smooth marble surface, Wanyinjiaye shook her body, holding the kraft paper file bag that was just stuffed in with her left hand, and a file bag in her right hand. Small white paper bag with electronics printed on it.

Just now, during the short journey from the tavern to the hotel, she was forced to popularize a wave of knowledge about modern property rights, and by the way, she was stuffed with this stack of things in her hands-it is said that this is what Miss Wan Yin is thinking about. There are also some zeros, sevens and eights that are less important.

"President Hino has already told you that you can contact me if you have any needs or questions. This is your latest model of mobile phone. You have already applied for a phone card with your identity on it, and the phone number below has also been stored in it."

Suddenly I feel like a giant baby, as if all the knowledge points of living here have been arranged in every detail.

Wan Yinjiaye was carrying these two things, babbling and babbling.

She had long lost her memories of that 'President Hino' or 'Miss Mizuki', and to her, she was just a stranger of her own race.

However, there are few people in Wanyin Jiaye's clan, and there is no basis for the love of the same clan.

It is not an exaggeration to say that they are strangers.

"Strange person." Wanyin Jiaye looked at the car going away with black eyes, and muttered to himself.

It was later, after Miss Wan Yin got used to the new life of this era, that she gradually discovered how heavy the things in this bag really were.

Wanyin Jiaye said that the other party was weird, but which woman's tears were not fake, and it really extinguished Miss Wanyin's desire to explore.

She went back to her room with her things, and stepped on the marble floor of the hotel corridor with her beautiful high-heeled shoes. She glanced at the door opposite her, and it was quiet.

After thinking about it, he turned around and knocked on the door lightly: "Mr. Chuya, are you asleep? I'm already back, so I need to trouble you."

Wouldn't it be better to say hello?

Miss Wan Yin thought so, and after waiting for a few seconds and no one responded, she decided to turn around and go back to her room, but at this moment, the door opened with a click.

"..."

The boy with coral hair was rarely wearing a hat, but he was still dressed in formal attire. The other party opened the door. After seeing her, his blue eyes softened: "Are you back? Did that woman do anything to you?"

Wanyin Jiaye shook his head: "We seem to know each other, but I don't remember, probably...we were friends before."

I don't know how to explain this relationship, so I might as well replace it with other lies to save trouble.

"That's it." Zhong Yuan Zhong also leaned against the door and raised his eyebrows: "She gave you those things too?"

He pointed to the portfolio in her hand.

"Well, it's identification... If Mr. Nakaya is in a hurry, you can go first. I have this thing, and you can go back by high-speed train." Miss Wan Yin smiled sweetly.

The person with coral hair suddenly reminded him, showing a canine tooth with a smile: "Do you know how to take the high-speed rail?"

"Ah... I should." She had never done it before.

"Should? The handover will probably be completely successful the day after tomorrow, and I will return to Yokohama by then."

"..." Wanyin Jiaye blinked her eyes, bit her lower lip, and thought for a while: "Well, that's what you said."

I don't know what she's thinking, whether it's 'whether to go back to Yokohama' or 'how to go back to Yokohama'.

The two said goodnight to each other before Wan Yinjiaye left. After she closed the door, the expressions of 'fine', 'I'm fine' and 'nothing' completely disappeared on her face.

She closed her eyes first, leaned against the door and slid down slowly. After a while, she stood up and got into the bathroom. After a while, there was the sound of splashing water.

As for the kraft paper bag and mobile phone bag stuffed by Miss Meiyue's secretary, Miss Wan Yin casually threw them on the carpet as soon as they entered the door.

After staying in the bathroom for more than an hour and almost two hours, the brunette came out wiping her hair and wrapped in a towel, and sat on the hotel bed.

Since this is a hotel, and the star rating is not low, there should be something here——Miss Wan Yin stood up after sitting for a while, and went to some places where things could be kept.

She saw the cigarette case and lighter on the bedside, and her upper and lower jaws rubbed together, but she still didn't reach out.

As for the alcohol in the refrigerator, let alone the drinks, Miss Wan Yin ran around the room, and in the end only pulled out an apple-flavored soda pop, and poured it into her mouth with her head raised.

A large amount of carbon dioxide came out of the flavored sugar water and filled her throat. The suffocating pressure stimulated her brain. Although it was not the same as alcohol stimulation, for her style, something was better than nothing.

This room was booked by Mr. Nakaya, so she can't mess around.

The sweet soda disappeared in less than a minute, and the black-haired woman holding the empty bottle hiccupped while looking at the night view of Tokyo.

She also felt a little more comfortable, so she pulled over the file bag not far from the ground, picked up her fingernails, and the thread used to fix it was useless. As for the mobile phone, Wan Yinjiaye didn't touch it at all.

The light-colored quilt with prints was a little wrinkled because of the woman's body rolling back and forth on it, and the dim and low-key light shone on the paper certificates arranged one by one by Miss Wan Yin.

Inside is a passbook, two store property certificates, an identity certificate, and a [Specialized anti-missile for superhumans] circulation market plan.

Mizuki Hino gave Wanyin Jiaye two options, one is to use these two real estate certificates-this is the real estate certificate of a store in Yokohama and the original Wanyin Jiaye's tavern store, and now they have all been moved to Wanyin Jiaye. Under the name of Yinjiaye.

Money and houses are fairly simple matters.

Wanyin Jiaye also knew that the difficulty was behind.

This legalized identity certificate uses Miss Wanyin's original name and appearance, with black hair and black eyes; and the plan behind it directly gives Wanyin Jiaye a key to return to the back world.

If she is determined, with this thing, it is also possible to annex Yokohama.

Wanyin Jiaye smiled, she flipped through what was written inside, her palms warmed up, the flames ignited, and the ashes flew into smoke.

Go back, or say goodbye, she prefers to grow flowers and plants, make wine and cook.

The black sword ghost of the past finally put down her weapon and took off her mask, revealing that face that was determined not to be called a ghost, which could warm a person's heart in an instant.

The woman in a bathrobe shook her legs, watching the flying ashes fall to the floor, picked up these scattered documents with her fingers and put them back in the bag.

Early the next morning, when Wan Yinjiaye came back from a walk outside, he happened to meet Nakahara Chuya sitting face to face with the person who sent him back yesterday, talking in the lobby of the hotel.

She was originally standing at the door, so she couldn't hear the sound, but through the mouth shape, she wanted to know, but she could still know.

But what is the relationship between these two people?

Miss Wanyin murmured in her heart, she didn't know that the person who had a working relationship with Mr. Nakaya was the little girl Mizuki.

"Are you here to look for me?" Wan Yinjiaye walked over, and Shi Shiran sat beside Zhongye in Zhongyuan.

The original two people also controlled the conversation, Zhong Yuan Zhong also just wanted to fool the past, but the secretary sent by the opposite side to discuss work smiled: "Yes, yes, I am very happy to see you again, Miss Jia Ye slept well last night ?”

When he started this, Zhongyuan Zhong also stopped the conversation naturally.

Wanyin Jiaye didn't notice anything: "Is there anything else going on today?"

"Well, the thing is like this... The president has two basketball tickets for the high school league, and I want to ask if you would like to watch it."

"Basketball?" Wan Yinjiaye felt strange, no matter how nonsensical it is, it has nothing to do with the basketball game: "Sorry, I'm going back to Yokohama with Mr. Chuya tomorrow, this ticket—"

The man dressed as a secretary understood, but he didn't give up. Instead, he explained: "This is the last wish of my president, please be sure! And the time will start at ten o'clock this morning, and there are still two hours before the start .”

"..."

This is persecution.

Wanyin Jiaye's face darkened unhappily, she has no interest in such things, so she must go now?

"Your president—" The black-haired woman raised her head slightly, staring at the man in charge of delivering the message.

Obviously, the other party is not a winking person, otherwise he would not be in this position.

After the person in charge lost his face, the secretary stood up directly for his own work, bowed ninety degrees and handed over two high school basketball league tickets with fancy designs: "Please be sure to accept it!"

"Tsk." Rolling his eyes: "What's so interesting about this??"

In the end, Miss Wan Yin, who went back to the room, grabbed the ticket tightly. After returning, the two tickets were wrinkled and torn.

She, Wan Yinjiaye, has nothing to do with the high school basketball game for [-] cents. Is there any reason why she must go there?

Obviously, she has decided not to search for those lost things.

With such a mood, she went there, but when she came back after watching for a long time and waited for Zhongyuan Zhongya to ask, she was only bored.