Miss Shimizu's perfect ending

Shimizu Sakiren's slender white jade hand wandered back and forth between the two packages, according to Ms. Fujiwara's thoughts...

She should have meant putting herself in that beautiful and sexy lingerie.

But wearing such clothing...doesn't it undoubtedly represent betrayal?

But once Ms. Fujiwara gets angry, who can guarantee what the consequences will be?

Therefore, fingers swinging like a clock wandered among the packages. Finally, Shimizu Sakiren gritted his teeth and felt hot, and decided to put on the two clothes together.

When cooking, just put on the conservative knee-length nightgown, and then follow Ms. Fujiwara's arrangement.

Shimizu Sakiren clapped his hands as if he had a flash of inspiration.

That's right... listen to Ms. Fujiwara first and then slowly find a way out.

So Sakiren Shimizu took a deep breath, unbuttoned her neckline, and then slowly put on the conservative nightgown with elegant colors and the underwear that Ms. Fujiwara would probably like.

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if line: Chapter 205 [if line] Shimizu Misaki's counterattack 2 (completely unable to attack!)

Docile and loyal dogs were first domesticated from feral wolves.

3 years ago, lone wolves took the initiative to turn to humans for new food sources, and humans delivered food scraps to them. Over time, the wildness of wolves was blunted and became the current dogs.

Domestication is actually a subtle process.

This kind of thing is like interrogating a suspect. It needs to be done step by step, looking for weaknesses in the loopholes, so Fujiwara Yuki is not in a hurry for now.

Just after the interrogation, Fujiwara Yuki put the notebook on the table and lay lazily on the boss chair to rest.

This time, a high-ranking and corrupt political prisoner, Koike Pingche, was being interrogated. His little finger was cut off and only the scar was healed.

This feature reminded Fujiwara Yuki that she seemed to have met Koike Hiruki at a certain family banquet.

However, as a newcomer, Fujiwara Yuki does not have much right to speak. In such a difficult case, she is more like an apprentice next to her. She has no right to interfere in the specific collection of criminal evidence and the interrogation process.

In addition to taking notes and organizing files with the case, she has enough time to do her own things.

It was time to get off work at four o'clock in the afternoon. Yuki Fujiwara went to the flower shop in the commercial street to buy a bouquet of gorgeous roses, and then bought someone's favorite Xuemei Niang.

The bright bouquet lay quietly on the passenger seat like a beautiful woman, and the car was filled with the fragrance of roses. Yuki Fujiwara turned on the car stereo and listened to the romantic and passionate flamenco music, and embarked on the way home in a happy mood.

The fingerprint lock of the room had registered Saki Koi's fingerprints yesterday, and now Saki Koi must be cooking in the kitchen, just like real married lovers.

How long will it take to get a divorce?

Knuckles resting on the steering wheel that rotates back and forth, the afterimages are like shuttles, and the bustling city street scene in the daytime quickly reverses. Looking up, it is the coming sunset. Speeding along with the wind, Fujiwara Yuki returned to the community smoothly.

Walking slowly through the hall, took the elevator silently, fingerprint recognition, and the door lock opened in response.

The tempting aroma of food can be smelled without opening the door. The community in the afternoon is very quiet, and the crisp sound of pots and pans and the splashing of oily smoke can be heard in the kitchen early.

Fujiwara Yuki likes this sound very much. It is almost difficult to hear the sound of cooking when he is in the Fujiwara mansion.

Ping ping pong pong, noisy but with unspeakable warmth. It is often said in TV dramas that there is a sense of home only when there is smoke and fire in the world. Now this should be considered home, right?

It would be great if the reality is like this, no, it will definitely be like this in the future.

Fujiwara Yuki walked through the entrance, and looked at the busy figure in the kitchen from a distance in the hall, his golden eyes sparkled with strange brilliance.

"Ma'am?" She couldn't help calling softly.

"Huh? Ms. Fujiwara, wait a minute, dinner will be ready soon."

Shimizu Sakiren replied, as if she was waving a spatula to roll something, until she turned off the fire and neatly arranged the delicate and delicious creamy yellow egg rolls, and then turned around.

The light-colored silk nightgown is breathable, and the long skirt hangs down to the knees. A slender belt is the finishing touch of the whole nightgown. It wraps around the waist and curves the female figure from top to bottom. Shows up perfectly.

The entire upper body was tightly wrapped, and the only part of the lower body was revealed by a white and thin calf.

"Bringing you roses and sweets."

Fujiwara Yuki waved the gorgeous roses and carefully packaged desserts in his hands, and then placed them on the table.

Fujiwara Yuki knew that a little favor would certainly not impress Shimizu Sakiren. There was no other reason why she brought these things, but Sakiren liked it.

Shimizu Sakiren caught a glimpse of the beautiful bouquet of roses from a distance, and frowned slightly, "Thank you, Ms. Fujiwara, you don't need to spend money, these roses... are useless to me, and I won't take them home."

Fujiwara Yuki took off the prosecutor's coat and hung it on the coat rack, took off the tie that bound his neck, and reminded lightly,

"What should my wife call me? I've reminded you many times. It's too unfamiliar to be called Ms. Fujiwara. I will be very sad."

The time to change her words is too short, Shimizu Sakiren always forgets how to address her.

"Yuki..."

"Hmm~" Fujiwara Yuki's sly fox eyes narrowed happily, she unbuttoned the cuffs of her shirt, rolled up her sleeves and walked slowly into the kitchen,

"Ma'am, do you need help?"

Fujiwara Yuki's approach made Shimizu Sakiren a little uncomfortable. Being a woman would not put a lot of pressure on her.

But Ms. Fujiwara's temper is really unclear to her, the mode of attack and gentle switching is too fast, and she doesn't even know what she will do in the next moment.

Will you push yourself down on the cutting board, or just a simple hug?

Shimizu Misaki took a step back a little, her round buttocks touched the edge of the cabinet, she pointed hesitantly at the fresh vegetables in the sink,

"Then ask Yuxi to help wash the vegetables."

Fujiwara Yuki nodded and turned on the faucet of the vegetable sink. The clean water washed her beautiful hands. She continued to ask, "Well, it's okay. Do you want to help chop vegetables?"

Shimizu Sakiren restarted the cooking, "Yes, thank you, Yuki."

"Needless to say thank you, these are the wives I should be. You like eating unagi, I'll show you later."

"How do you know I like unagi yaki?"

Shimizu Sakiren glanced at Fujiwara Yuki with some surprise, the prosecutor's coat and uniform was taken off, leaving only the blue shirt with the sleeves rolled up to the elbows, with a faint and reassuring smile on his lips.

The atmosphere is calm and gentle, without breathless sharpness or aggressive menace.

"I also know that you don't like onions and green peppers, but you like sweets? But these are secrets~"

Fujiwara Yuki raised his signature wicked smile again, as beautiful as a rose lying on the table with deadly thorns. It is undeniable that people like Ms. Fujiwara have a particularly villainous charm.

Shimizu Sakiren was thinking about it, but the phone in her pajamas pocket buzzed and vibrated.

She waved the spatula with one hand, swiped the phone interface, and a horrifying message popped out, "The gangster is extremely evil!"Owing sky-high usury loans and being slashed by Ling Chi 28 knives?Human tragedy exposed! "

Shimizu Sakiren's pupils widened impressively, his body trembled slightly, his spine felt chills one after another, his eyes seemed to be covered in thick red with sticky blood, and purgatory on earth was staged in fantasy.

Fujiwara Yuki was very keen, and asked with concern, "What's wrong?"

Shimizu Sakiren took a deep breath, and immediately turned off the phone, "It's nothing."

When Ms. Fujiwara is not angry, she is quite easy to get along with, at least better than the brutal gangsters.

For some reason, I suddenly thought of Xia Chuan Tianyin's words. Ms. Fujiwara doesn't seem to have any flaws. If she shows her a little bit of kindness, uses love as a rope to tie the other party, and fights back a little bit...

It seems that you can hold on to what you want, and no one will usher in a bright red ending.

Ms. Fujiwara did pay a price of 20 billion... Shimizu Sakiren naturally knew the value of 20 billion, and she was not afraid of living a life of poverty.

At the speed of gangster usury interest, unless it is robbing a bank, the money will only roll more and more, and in the end it will only end in the news!

And if his father really went bankrupt and his faith collapsed, and the career he had devoted his whole life to turned into a flood of IOUs, he was so proud and confident, and the final outcome would definitely be that his father walked up to the rooftop in despair...

Saori is very important to herself, but so is her father.

People are always very selfish and greedy, Shimizu Sakiren wants to protect everyone.

So... can you try to compete with Ms. Fujiwara, and relax your vigilance first to please her.

It's just that there is no such opportunity tonight, and Masaki Suzuki has not returned home yet.

As a teacher, you must find him. This is your job.

The sukiyaki in the pot had already started to bubbling, and the scorching steam was churning around. Shimizu Sakiren hesitated and said, "Yuki... I want to discuss something with you."

"Huh? What's the matter?"

Fujiwara Yuki was concentrating on chopping vegetables, and his tone was gentle and flat, but the sound of chopping vegetables accompanied by tut-tuk was a little scary.

"The clothes you want me to wear, today...I have them dressed."

Shimizu Sakiren grasped the neckline of the nightgown as if she was at home, and opened it from both sides, her movements were slow but her eyes were firm and clear, "However, today I can only make dinner for you."

"why?"

The handle of the knife stopped in the air, and Fujiwara Yuki looked up at her in surprise, his brows were tightly frowned, and the corners of his mouth drooped, looking a little aggrieved.

"My student Suzuki Masaki ran away from home again. As his teacher, I need to find out his whereabouts. This is my duty. So I'm sorry tonight..."

Shimizu Sakiren maintained the posture of opening her nightgown, her voice was extremely low, as if she was trying to force herself.

"Student ran away from home? Why didn't you call the police?"

Fujiwara Yuki looked out of the window worriedly, the orange glow was as eye-catching as blood, and the night was about to fall in Tokyo.

"Now doesn't seem like the time for you to go out. It's getting dark. Is it really safe for my wife to go out to find someone at night?"

The flame of the stove was burning, and the water vapor in the pot was completely boiling, as if something was about to explode.

Shimizu Sakiren pursed her lips helplessly, her brows and eyes were anxious, "He ran away from home frequently, and after calling the police, the Tokyo Patrol Office would search for him for a few days and then he would come back by himself. The Patrol Office...is already impatient."

Fujiwara Yuki put the knife in his hand on the chopping board with a snap.

The posture of opening the nightgown was maintained for a long time, and of course Fujiwara Yuki also saw the set of underwear she had chosen for Saki Koi.

She put her hand on Shimizu Sakiren's, and then gently covered the nightgown for Sakiren, covering all the beautiful scenery.

"Don't go out at night, I will solve it for you at the patrol hall."

Like a considerate Yamato Nadeko, Fujiwara Yuki straightened Shimizu Sakiren's collar, her voice was calm and reassuring.

"And Ma'am, if you don't need to do this, I will help you, as long as you say what you say, as long as you believe what I say."

Shimizu Sakiren frowned and seemed to want to say something else, "But..."

"Don't believe me? I'll call the Patrol Office. As a prosecutor, I'm quite familiar with the people there."

Fujiwara Yuki turned the knob of the stove with a snap, the flame went out, and the boiling water gradually quieted down.

She took out her mobile phone in front of Shimizu Sakiren and called Mr. Nakamura Ken from the Patrol Department.

In order to convince Shimizu Sakiren, she switched the call to the loudspeaker mode again, and the call was connected after about ten seconds of beeping.

Fujiwara Yuki held the phone horizontally in front of Shimizu Sakiren, and asked politely into the radio, "Hello? Is Mr. Nakamura busy?"

"It's Ms. Fujiwara~ What's the matter? I'm on the night shift right now."

A mature, neutral male bass came from the earpiece, which fit the identity of a policeman very well.

Fujiwara Yuki glanced at Shimizu Sakiren confidently, with a confident smile on his lips,

"The last time you entrusted me with the domestic violence case, the result has been closed, and the female victim will receive compensation and judicial subsidies."

The male voice on the phone was very pleased, "Oh? That's really great, Ms. Fujiwara is really amazing."

"This is what I should do. Now... there is a small matter that I would like to ask Mr. Nakamura for help. The only person I know who is capable and dedicated in the police department is Mr. Nakamura."

Mr. Nakamura, who was praised, seemed very satisfied, and he agreed heartily, "Ms. Fujiwara, please tell me what you can do."

"My friend's student has been away from home for a day or two, and now I can't find anyone there. Please ask Mr. Nakamura to do me a favor. Is it okay?"

"It's really troublesome to find someone, but this is Ms. Fujiwara's business, so I will definitely do my best. Send me your name first."

Fujiwara Yuki winked at Shimizu Sakiren, "Thank you Mr. Nakamura, my name is..."

Shimizu Sakiren immediately came to his senses, and replied: "Xiuzhi Middle School is in the second grade, Masaki Suzuki, 14 years old."

"Masao Suzuki..." Nakamura Ken repeated meaningfully.

"What's wrong? Is there any difficulty?"

"It's a regular customer who ran away from home, but leave it to me, and I will reply to your message before ten o'clock in the evening."

"Okay, then thank Mr. Nakamura, and treat you to dinner next time."