The Most Beautiful Boy In Tokyo

Just as Miyamoto Yukiko's fingers were about to pull down the lace underwear, Yu Xian Zhisheng pressed his brows down.

"Why are you taking this off?" Yu Xianzhi was sullen.

"Huh? Don't you want to check?"

"Top! Just roll up the sleeves!" Yu Xianzhisheng was speechless, I heard that women in love have a particularly low IQ, but she obviously never had a relationship and how could she become stupid.

"Oh." Miyamoto Yukiko shyly pulled up her narrow skirt and rolled up her sleeves.

Yu Xianzhi checked her arms, and there were no needles on her arms, which meant that the anesthesia was not applied. In fact, as early as the moment she dared to examine herself, he already knew that this matter had been solved perfectly.

"Huh~" Yu Xianzhi was completely relaxed.

According to Maslow's hierarchy of needs, he has obtained a lot of satisfaction from Yukiko, the satisfaction of food and safety, the satisfaction of being loved and protected, and now he finally has the satisfaction of a home.

This home is complete and full of possibilities in the future.

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The car stopped at the Isshin Bridge in Narita Ward. The Isshin Bridge is adjacent to the Tokyo countryside and belongs to a relatively prosperous area in this area. The traffic flow is constant, and there are sounds of broken wheels and puddles everywhere.

The women's clothing store glows white in the rain.

Yu Xianzhi changed high heels for Miyamoto Yukiko, and the two approached the clothing store. Just after turning their backs and putting away their umbrella, a woman in a gray suit and skirt walked out with a smile: "Xuezi, take your adopted son with you. Are you here?"

Miyamoto Yukiko put the umbrella into the umbrella bag at the door and waved to say hello: "It's not that you are clamoring to see each other every day, childish, quickly say hello to Miss Bai Ze Rie."

Yu Xianzhisheng turned around and bowed respectfully to the woman.

Shirazawa Rie, who was wearing a gray suit and skirt, widened her eyes in surprise. Miyamoto Yukiko often praised his children in the store for how good they were, and they were good-looking and singing. When she came to be engaged, she always thought it was Miyamoto Yukiko who was joking with everyone. After all, how could such an excellent child be easily obtained.

But today is amazing at first sight, the rain like a waterfall becomes the background wall of the child, the surrounding pedestrians are ignored like a blurred shot, and he is left alone in the huge quiet world, quietly putting the umbrella into the umbrella In the bag, raindrops slowly dripped along the umbrella body.

Bai Ze Rie swallowed her saliva, walked beside Miyamoto Yukiko, and bumped her body lightly: "Hey, the engagement you said earlier wasn't a lie to everyone, right?"

Miyamoto Yukiko raised his eyebrows: "Of course, but it depends on whether he likes your child or not."

"I also think I'm a child, you see if I can do it." Bai Ze Rie smirked, "Although the age difference is so big, it's okay to wait for him to go to high school. It doesn't matter if I'm single anyway and wait for him."

"You can't do it, I'm not ashamed."

Miyamoto Yukiko smiled and reached out to scratch Shirazawa Rie's armpit, Shirazawa Rie launched a counterattack, and also scratched Miyamoto's waist, which was Miyamoto's Achilles heel. The two women were playing in the store. Then, Rie Baizawa laughed and said why, I mean it, Miyamoto Yukiko is a little anxious, and it's not good to be serious, it's not good if it doesn't work.

"What a beautiful child." Rie Shirazawa walked over to Yu Xianzhi's side, grabbed a handful of candy from the counter beside him, and stuffed it into Yu Xianzhi's pocket.

"Let's hurry up and dress him up while there are few people today. It just so happens that a new batch of good goods has arrived."

Bai Ze Rie looked very happy, then she turned to look at Miyamoto Yukiko, "The average children's clothing model on the market is about 3,000 yen per hour, but I can give your child 5,000 yen per hour, not because of him It's your child's sake, he's worth the price himself."

"5,000 yen per hour?" Miyamoto Yukiko was a little surprised. Her daily salary was only 8,000 yen, and she had to put on new shelves and sort out orders. Yu Xianzhi put on small clothes and stood at the door for two hours. The hour is more than her daily income.

"If you come to be a model, you can pay 10,000 yen per hour, who told you not to do it, and if you want to be a lingerie model, it's easy to say that your figure is 20,000 yen, I really don't understand that you insist on this point. So stubborn." Bai Ze Rie rolled his eyes.

Miyamoto Yukiko blushed and stopped talking.

"Don't do it for 30,000 yen, Xuezi." Yu Xianzhisheng suddenly said.

"I definitely wouldn't do that," Miyamoto Yukiko said.

"He loves you." Bai Ze Lihui said with a smile, "This kid is so possessive, I feel like he's going to get mad at me if I continue. It's so scary, like a little wolf cub."

Miyamoto Yukiko pretended to organize her clothes, turned her back and snickered.

The women's clothing store sells all women's clothing and accepts private orders. It is a well-known boutique women's clothing store nearby. Many middle-class families in Narita District will order clothes from here. Women's clothing from five to eighty years old is available. It is not big, it is simply divided into a private custom area, an underwear area, and a finished product area. There are samples for fitting on the shelves. If you want it, it will be transferred from the warehouse and delivered to your door within the agreed time. .

Bai Ze Rie's business is doing very well. It can be seen from the expensive car with a promotional image parked outside the door. As a woman who dares to do business in this turbulent period, I have to praise the hero of women's high school. .

The two took Yu Xianzhi to choose clothes, and it was not until Shirazawa Rie stuffed a set of pink bear underwear and a gorgeous Lolita princess dress into his arms that he could react— Not children's clothing models, but girls' clothing models.

Yu Xian's childishly pretty face twitched.

"Do you want me to wear this?"

"Don't worry, I will give you a special matching wig." Rie Baizawa said expectantly.

Yu Xianzhisheng turned his head to look at Miyamoto Yukiko who was following behind. Miyamoto Yukiko pretended not to see it and turned around with a blushing face.

"I don't know how to wear it." Yu Xianzhi said.

There are only zero times and countless times in women's clothing, and he doesn't want to get caught up in this hobby.

"It doesn't matter if you wear it, anyway, no one will recognize it. It's 5,000 yen an hour. Even if you only stand for an hour, you can earn pocket money." Bai Ze Rie squatted down and touched his head.

Yu Xianzhisheng threw away the women's clothes in his arms, sat on the sofa with a blank face, and took out the game console from his schoolbag to play.

Two female guests walked in, strolled around, and then walked out. In such rainy weather, business is often not very good, and the women's mood for changing clothes was drowned out by the rain.

Shirazawa Rie and Miyamoto Yukiko sent off their guests and gathered together to talk in a low voice.

"Forget it if it really doesn't work," Miyamoto Yukiko said.

"It must be amazing to wear, don't you want to see it?" Bai Ze Rie persuaded.

"Think."

"We are on the same front, right? The front should be unified."

"Just think of a way to persuade him, this kid seems to care about you very much and won't listen to what others say." Bai Ze Rie lightly bumped Miyamoto Yukiko's shoulder with her shoulder, "Come on, Yukiko! Can you? It's up to you to see what he looks like in women's clothes!"