After teasing the dog, he got fucked

Fatty fish belly has a soft taste that other ingredients cannot match.

And the light fragrance of sake can just cover up its natural fishy smell.

It's a perfect match.

Kokodo has always felt this way.

Until today, she decided to change her perception.

"Gojo Satoshi..." Kokoto frowned, "Have you never drank alcohol?"

Why can't even Suntory with an alcohol content of only 3%?

This kind of sparkling drink, which is not even considered alcohol, can actually make people drunk?

Mikoto didn't understand.

Especially when she watched Gojo Satoru finish his drink and lay down on the table.

This kind of incomprehension is even more unrelieved.

Turning his head to look at the same dazed dog, Kazuki, Kokoto sighed for the first time today.

"You know you can't drink, so don't drink..."

Although there was also a reason why she wanted to ask about Xia Youjie when Wujo Wu was slightly drunk.

But to be able to be overwhelmed by two Suntory Heleyi series, this drinking capacity is too bad!

Sitting on the side, the dog Juicy was holding half of the rice ball with both hands, chewing the specially customized tuna mayonnaise rice ball with puffy cheeks.

He nodded in agreement, puffed out his mouth and said, "Salmon!"

Goujuji picked up the second rice ball and bit off the top tip in one bite.

The grains of the rice balls are distinct, but tightly huddled together, without feeling too sticky or loose at all.

The melt-in-the-mouth fish with sweet and sour sauce stimulates the taste buds and makes people salivate uncontrollably.

I want to eat this rice ball with a big mouthful, but I can't bear its delicious taste.

The dog curly thorn had to savor it for a long time every time he took a big bite.

Swallowing the rice ball in his mouth, he glanced at Gojo Satoru lying on the table again.

It turns out that the strongest also has "weaknesses".

Quietly moving the stool in the direction of Kokodo, Gou Juji inevitably thought about a question.

A question he, as a bystander, sees best.

Why does Miss Kokodo want to pour wine for Satoru?

Not to mention, it was a white peach premix she had disguised as peach soda.

...But having said that, if Ms. Kokodo poured the wine...

Even if it was vodka, he would drink it!

Thinking about it this way, Gou Juanji couldn't help but took out his phone and typed a line: [Wu is drunk, what should I do? 】

You can't leave him alone in Kyoto, can you?

"What should I do..." Mikoto poured soy sauce on the tuna sashimi, "Find a hotel to spend the night, and go back to Tokyo tomorrow morning when Gojo wakes up."

Anyway, she wouldn't rush all night to send Wujo Wu, who was drunk and asleep, back to the High School of Conjuration.

He was so big, and he was dead.

Whoever wants to move him up the mountain is a fool!

Speaking of accommodation, Mikoto remembered to book a hotel.

She put down her chopsticks, thought for a moment, and finally chose the Ritz-Carlton.

The condition of that hotel is not bad, and the distance is moderate, which is suitable for accommodating these two people.

When Mikoto called to reserve a room, Goujuji followed her pace and typed the name "Ritz-Carlton" in the search box.

Looking at the room rate of this hotel for one night, he deeply understood the truth of "If you are not a family, do not enter a family".

Even though she didn't grow up in the same environment, Ms. Kokoto has reached an inexplicable agreement with Satoru on the view of money...

After eating the last bite of the rice ball, Gou Juici melancholy calculated his savings.

If things go on like this, when will he be able to be relied on by Ms. Kokodo for a short time?

Or is there no hope at all for this kind of thing?

After booking a deluxe room enough for two people, Kokobe interrupted the communication and stuffed the last piece of sashimi into his mouth.

"Are you ready?" She took out a tissue and pressed the corner of her mouth, "Let's go when you're done."

After all, she took out a piece of lipstick out of nowhere, and simply touched up her makeup on the phone screen.

Gou Makiji nodded in response, followed by Kokoto and nodded to chef Miyaji.

When she smiled and said, "Miyaji, the store manager, it's hard work", Tomoki also took Kokoto's shoulder armor accordingly.

After checking repeatedly that nothing was left behind, he followed Kokoto to Gojo Satoru.

Reaching out to take the shoulder armor from the dog's hands, Kokodo raised his chin and confidently ordered: "You know, I don't do physical work. What's more, it's such a guy that I can't lift even ten of them."

"So, why don't you hurry up and do something?"

Hearing this, Gou Juanji couldn't help but let out a laugh.

He put his fist against his lips to cover up the corners of his mouth.

Bending down, with the help of Miyaji, Goujuuji pushed the 1.9-meter-one Gojo Satoru up and back as much as possible.

It's a pity that Gojo Satoru's feet could not avoid dragging on the ground no matter what.

Goujuanji lowered his head, looked at the feet behind him whose insteps were almost dragging on the ground, and fell into a long silence.

Miyaji, who was standing aside, was also forced to hold back for a moment.

In the spirit of the service industry, he cared: "Shall I take this guest out?"

The still silent dog Curly Thorn: ...

He thought of Miyaji standing at the higher end beside him when he moved Gojo Satoru just now, so he became more silent.

The height problem is really painful.

Gou Juanji pursed his lips, and carried Wutiao Wu up a little bit, trying so hard that only his toes were still dragging on the ground.

Due to his height, this is already the limit of what he can do.

"That's not necessary."

Noticing the dog's stubbornness, Kokobe held the shoulder armor together with his left hand, and waved his right hand nonchalantly.

"However, it's not a big problem to delay this distance for a while."

With [No Lower Limit] present, it is impossible to hurt Gojo Satoru.

What's the difference between mopping the floor and not mopping the floor?

After bidding farewell to Miyaji, Kokodo and Inumaki returned to the car.

The surrogate driver who had been found in advance was waiting here. After helping Gojo Satoru into the back seat, he sent them to the door of the Ritz-Carlton.

The hotel doorman helped Gojo Satoru and sent him to the reserved room.

On the other hand, Kokoto followed the reception staff, and after checking in, he stuffed the room card into the dog's hand: "You guys have a good rest, I'm leaving."

Is this going?

The dog curly spine was stunned for a moment.

He didn't expect it to be so sudden.

"...Kelp (leave now)?!" The boy squeezed one end of the house card, "Mentaiko (you've been drinking)!"

He watched the previous valet driver check out and leave with his own eyes.

And if you let Kokoto drive back to Yokohama alone, wouldn't that be drunk driving?

While she was clearly not drunk, there was absolutely no doubt that drunk driving was dangerous.

"You can also find another substitute driver." Kokoto took out his mobile phone, "Even if I don't need a substitute driver, it's easy for me to find someone who is willing to drive me back to Yokohama."

"I still cherish my life, so don't worry."

With that said, she was about to turn around and leave.

Just one step away, the dog curly spine grabbed her skirt.

After struggling for a moment, he tentatively asked, "Muyuhua (can't we leave tomorrow)?"

It would be nice to get along even for a little while longer.

After she returned to Yokohama, she didn't know when she would meet again.

Maybe she'll come back at the exchange meeting, maybe not.

Anyway, those are uncertain things.

Facing the moment of parting, Gou Juanji suddenly longed for the dream he had when he was still in the banquet hall of Huajiuhui.

That dance that spins around.

That dizzy kiss.

And that unfinished intimacy.

The pink and purple fantasy dreams that happened at that time and that place cannot be reproduced.

At this moment, the boy couldn't be more deeply aware of this.

Because that person said indifferently - "The magic called 'Lover' will be invalid at midnight, my little gentleman."

She even took out a menthol cigarette again, lit it and held it to her mouth, smiling nonchalantly.

It's as if everything before was an unreal Cinderella.

Only the lost crystal slipper can prove what happened.

Komaki vaguely recalled that Kokoto seemed to have said something like "good boys should not be near bad women".

But until now, he didn't understand the meaning behind this sentence.

The woman in front of her is really heartless when she becomes bad.

Even at that time, they were so close that they could only blend in at the right time, and she could quickly get out of the ambiguity.

Leaving him alone to indulge in her tenderness.

How long is it until midnight now?

The dog curly spine couldn't help but look sideways at the world clock hanging in the hotel.

There was less than an hour left.

No matter what he said, it was impossible for her to stay for one night.

Curlythorn realizes this immediately after seeing the time displayed on the quartz clock.

So... how about another angle?

Gou Juanji didn't even dare to use the language of rice balls to ask inappropriately, and instead typed on his mobile phone: [When will you return to Tokyo?Or... can I go to Yokohama to meet you? 】

The aroma of mint gradually diffuses.

The smoke curled up, blurring Kokobe's expression.

In the pale white mist, the dog Curly Thorn doubted his ears.

Because he heard Kokodo's answer.

Emotional elation and intellectual disbelief intertwine.

People have to want to confirm again.

"That's right." Kokodo patiently waved away the smoke in front of him, "You can come anytime. I think you should be able to guess where to find me, and I will wait for you."

After that, she smiled narrowly again: "Remember to wear the watch I gave you a long time ago. Otherwise, I'm afraid you won't be able to enter my office building."

It is naturally impossible for Gou Juanji to forget this kind of thing.

He just nodded with half-joy and half-sadness.

"I will wait for you".

Such a simple four words are enough for the dog to burst into a burst of joy.

But he understood one more thing clearly.

Kokobe is the wind that won't stay for anyone.

She never really waits for "someone".

The bad thing about this woman is that even when she is perfunctory with universal love words, she seems so sincere and sincere.

And I will be happy for such a sentence...

How can I make him not feel sad?

Being able to "wait for him" meant that Kokodo didn't want to meet him that much.

If she really wanted to see him, she would definitely not wait for him, but would take the initiative to come to him.

No matter where he is or what he is doing.

She can find him in various ways.

But she said "wait for him" and he wanted to see her.

So it's up to him to chase the never-ending wind.

The pervasive smoke once again obscured Kokobe's expression.

The dog curly spine could no longer bear the torment of this kind of speculation.

He took a step forward and snatched the menthol cigarette from Kokobe's mouth.

Using the thin cocoon that grew on the fingertips as a protective layer, the dog curly thorn directly extinguished the sparks at the top of the mint smoke.

I don't know where the courage came from.

He lowered his eyebrows and pressed against her unclosed lips.

It was a reckless, immature kiss that was a little more advanced than before.

It rubbed between the lips jerky, tasting the smell of smoke with a particularly lingering aftertaste.

The freshness of mint and the bitterness of tobacco leaves intertwine.

What else could be more in line with the endless and chaotic emotions in the young man's heart than this taste?

The eyelashes trembled, covering their respective emotions.

In response to the twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, the fine licking and kissing stopped in good time.

It's time for magic.

There is no longer any qualification to make any claim.

But the dog curly spine still wants to be willful.

Squeezing the menthol cigarette, he first said "Muyuhua" habitually, and then realized the narrowness of fantuan language, so he had to type a line with his mobile phone.

[Smoke and alcohol are not good things, if you can drink less, it is better for your body. 】

As it is now, how can he believe that she will spare her life?

After all how long has it been?Have you smoked at least three?

At the banquet and during the meal, I drank a lot of wine together...

What else could cause her to be so unknowingly troubled and painful?

It's a pity that Goujuanji will never be able to get the answer to this question from Shenzi's account.

Because those are "things that a dog can't know".

Pursing his lips tightly, the dog curly thorn continued to write: [I will often go to you. 】

Even though you might not want to see me that much.

But I want to see you.

The young man looked at the back of the other party without looking back.

It wasn't until she disappeared outside the door that he lowered his head and looked at the mint cigarette he had just snatched from her lips.

The cigarette holder still smells of undissolved peppermint essential oil.

And the lipstick marks she just put on after the meal.

Gently stick your lips to the lipstick mark on the cigarette holder.

The slight bitterness unique to tobacco seemed to appear in the mouth again.

It's just that the aftertaste is not blindly bitter.

Suddenly, Goujuanji felt that he might understand why Kokobe chose this brand of menthol cigarettes.

Because there are bits and pieces of sweetness hidden in this bitterness.

However, Kokobe, who left Goujujiji, abandoned all soft thoughts.

While she was sitting in the back seat, waiting for the port mafia members from the capital to drive, she did not forget to take the time to calculate the number of claims against the Hua Jiuhui.

Storing this number in his mind, Kokobe closed his eyes and replayed yesterday's stock market, as well as the conversation with "Xia Youjie".

After predicting the future trend of the stock market, she preliminarily deduced the plan for "Xia Youjie".

The five-hour drive was enough for Kokoto to take a break.

After parking the car, she walked into the central building of the headquarters building and reported everything about the Hua Jiuhui and "Xia Youjie".

Mori Ogai has no objection to the handling of the Ninth China Association.

No one's plan can be more perfect than Kokobe, who is well versed in the opponent's assets and psychological bottom line.

As for "Xia Youjie", he cared a little more.

He clasped his hands together in front of his mouth, covering his tightly pursed expression.

Mori Owai asked in a flat tone: "What do you think about this matter?"

"Considering that the current 'Xia Youjie' and the real Xia Youjie are two people, while their identities are yet to be determined, the other party's intentions and methods are also uncertain."

Kokodo slowly expressed his thoughts and countermeasures without any haste.

"I can continue to contact the other party to further obtain comprehensive intelligence analysis."

"From the perspective of the port mafia and Yokohama, in order to minimize losses as much as possible, we currently only have two options to choose from."

"One is to directly kill the current fake 'Xia Youjie'. But because the identity of the other party is unknown, the information is not enough for us to have a sufficient winning rate. So it is not the optimal solution."

"The second is to temporarily transfer the focus of assets overseas as soon as possible, and then transfer them back after the problem is resolved. And..."

Having said that, Mikoto paused.

Without thinking, she could guess Mori Ogai's expression.

But what she said next will shock the other party even more.

"Short yen."

No matter what "Xia Youjie" is planning, for the sake of his capital of "turning ordinary people into magicians", he must be able to shake the influence of Guoben.

Therefore, shorting the Japanese currency is the best choice to preserve the capital of the port mafia.

Closing his eyes, Kokoto no longer observed Mori Ogai's expression.

She just stated the facts calmly: "As part of the Three-Quarter Vision, the Port Mafia is the easiest target to target. As long as we survive, the Three-Quarter Vision will always exist, and Yokohama will be able to benefit from it."

The Supernatural Secret Service is the representative of the country. If the country does not disappear, it will not disappear.

The members of the Armed Detective Agency seem simple, but it is also the core members who are simple enough to make it easier to preserve themselves in the face of various situations.

Therefore, even if "successfully shorting the Japanese currency" means a sharp depreciation of the Japanese currency, it also means that Japan will suffer a painful blow...

As long as the most vulnerable port mafia survived, Yokohama was safe.

Mori Ogai will not understand this truth.

He looked at the desktop in front of him inexplicably, as if the next plan was written on it.

"Just do as you say."

Eventually, the supreme leader of the port mafia gave the order.

"Save Yokohama and the Port Mafia, even if it costs you and me."

"Yes, chief."

Bending slightly, Kokoto solemnly responded to this order concerning his own life.

And this was exactly the ending she had slightly guessed after learning about "Xia Youjie"'s deal.

It was also the reason why she became indifferent to the dog Curly Thorn again.

Public affairs, private affairs, which is more important?

This choice doesn't require any kinks at all.

"I heard that Zhongya bought another bottle of good wine during your vacation." Mori Ogai said casually.

Alice also appeared from behind him, and said in harmony: "Zhong also said that he would invite everyone to drink together! Let's drink up his cellar, shall we?"

wine...

Mikoto pursed his lips slightly.

It is clearly just words, but it seems to have a coercive ability like a [curse].

"I didn't like wine that much at first." She chuckled lightly, "I bought all the wine at home when Dazai was here four years ago, and he was the one who drank more."

"So you don't need to ask me out for drinking, do you?"

As he said that, Kokoto also questioned himself in his heart.

So the refusal...is it because of the [curse]?

The author says:

Short selling: refers to "investors believe that one or several currencies will become worthless, and in order to obtain income from the depreciation of this currency, investors make various investments."

In other words, only when the Japanese currency falls, "shorting the Japanese currency" will make money.Correspondingly, a fall in the yen means that...

Kokodo is very familiar with this trick, as she has accumulated her own wealth in this way.

A real case is Paulson (Minister of the Treasury at the end of Bush Jr.), who earned 2008 billion+ US dollars during the US subprime mortgage crisis in 200.

In the end, Mikoto, do you think your rejection is because of [curse] wwww

If you think so, then so be it.

Don't you think... what could it be?

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感谢在2022-01-1223:48:32~2022-01-1803:36:06期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

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Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!