The surname turned around twice in his mind, and a delicate and mature beautiful face appeared in front of Uesugi Kiyoshi.

Gentle and demure, similar to Li Fuyao, there is a seven-point similar, nine-point similar.

"!"

He jerked himself up from the bench with a look of incredulity.

You can't go wrong... In Kyoto all the year round, the husband and wife are separated, even if there is a master like Ye San, he can't stay with his wife for many years, he can only guard his daughter in Tokyo for the elderly, and he can't touch the fields of other industries...

There must be great resistance in this, but who can stop the Tai Sui Ye who has Tsing Yi under his command and has superb good brothers?

This is simply the template for the protagonist in the .

The Phoenix Courtyard chaebol has this qualification.

Of course, he was not surprised by Li Fuyao's mother, the elder named "Phoenix Courtyard Ning Ning", let alone surprised by the intricate relationship behind Li Fuyao.

He was amazed...

That Tai Sui Ye, who was kicked out of the country and mixed up in Japan for a few years, fucking abducted one of the six major chaebols, the woman of the Phoenix Courtyard family, eloped, and people were willing to give birth to children for him, and a heart was hung on him.

That little old man... I can't see it!

Why is he!

Uesugi Qing felt a little sad in his heart, not sour, but felt that this had some impact on his three views.

Well, his thinking is actually only watching thieves eat meat, not watching thieves being beaten, if he knew Tai Suiye's family status, then I'm afraid he wouldn't have this kind of thought.

But... If Li Fuyao's mother is really the Phoenix Courtyard, Li Fuyao shows that he knows the Dream Weaving Network of the Collectibles Association well, and it makes sense, tsk... She's really not that simple.

As for the collectibles association, is there the support of the chaebol behind it... Uesugi had an early morning expectation.

He has a concept of the Japanese chaebol, and the same is true of Japan in the previous life, the difference is only that the name of the chaebol is different, in this country, your birth, old age, sickness and death, clothing, food, housing and transportation are inseparable from the control of the chaebol, so to speak, without the government, maybe the country will fall into chaos, but without the chaebol, the country will stop functioning and enter the countdown to extinction.

You see, how much power can the government have in a country where most of the important sectors such as hospitals and railway transportation are in the hands of the chaebols?

Kudo Yuichi was startled by Uesugi Kiyoshi, and the mochi in his hand fell to the ground, he looked at the dusty half of the mochi, and then looked at the already slippery food box, his brows jumped fiercely, and he was dissatisfied with his humble eyes: "I said, don't you just eat something from you, why are you still scaring people?" ”

Uesugi Kiyoshi's surprise came and went quickly, he talked to Kudo Yuichi without any scruples, glanced at him, and said indifferently: "What, hungry?" Come to the house for dinner. ”

"Anyway, it doesn't take much effort to add a pair of dishes and chopsticks, but I don't know if Master Kudo has a date tonight, I think they are all living together, there should be someone in the family waiting for someone to go back for dinner, right?"

Yuichi Kudo was choked again, but he smiled helplessly, picked up the food that fell on the ground and threw it into the trash can on the side, clapped his hands, and turned to leave.

"Yes, I don't use a light bulb, Master Uesugi, you can enjoy your life before you get a firewood knife, I'll wait to see your jokes."

"I'll come to you tomorrow morning, wait for my call, don't oversleep!"

"I'm keeping an eye on the bait that you deliberately let go, don't worry."

Although the last two sentences of Yuichi Kudo were quite reassuring, Uesugi Kiyoshi still snorted coldly.

"Look at my jokes... You think beautifully! He muttered to himself, but thinking about Li Fuyao and looking at the Nohara apricots beside him, he always felt a little weak in his heart.

After a few seconds of silence, he patted Kyoko Nohara's little head and forced a smile.

"Gone, home."

Although it was just an ordinary sentence, she could hear the sweetness in Nohara Kyoko's heart, she responded softly, carefully packed up the food box and thermos cup, and followed behind Uesugi Kiyoshi step by step, with a sweet smile slowly curled on her face.

"It's a bit like a newlywed couple going home together~" Nohara Kyoko thought quietly in her heart, and her face slowly turned red again.

She likes to cook meals, refreshments, and supper for Uesugi Kiyoshi, even if some of the fancy dishes are troublesome and time-consuming, which keeps her busy in the kitchen every day.

She likes to hum a song to wash, dry, and iron Uesugi Kiyoshi's clothes, and then watch them look neatly worn by Uesugi Kiyoshi.

She likes to clean every corner of the apartment, because although it is temporary, it is also her and Uesugi Kiyoshi share a "home".

She prefers to look at Uesugi Kiyoshi's back secretly, because that junior who is not very generous can give her an almost addictive sense of security, so that she can forget all her worries and worries.

She doesn't know why, but... I just like it.

It was as if the sun was rising in the east, the tide was rising and falling, and the moon was cloudy and sunny, and she loved Uesugi Kiyoshi - this world should be like this.

...

A duplex building that doesn't look like a mansion on the outside, Ryo Yamamoto pushed the door in expressionlessly.

Although it is inconspicuous here, it is indeed a Yamamoto house, and living in such a low-key small house is the personal hobby of the owner of the Yamamoto family.

Ryosuke Yamamoto actually stopped living with his parents for a long time, and this time he came back to find out his father's tone.

Ryosuke Yamamoto's father, Yuto Yamamoto, as his name suggests, is a figure who can be called "Xiong", his police rank is the inspector of police, and he is the deputy director of the National Police Agency, this position is actually quite embarrassing, one person is above 10,000 people, what kind of political achievements can be made, in the final analysis, it still depends on the resources behind it.

With the help of all this, he is the deputy director of the National Police Agency, who has close ties with certain yakuza and political parties, and who has a close relationship with the Shinsengumi, and who also has close contacts with the top management of the Mitsui chaebol.

To put it bluntly, if the current head of the National Police Agency abdicates and makes way for Xian, then the epaulettes of the next chief of the National Police Agency will basically fall on the shoulders of Yamamoto Yu.

It was a transcendent position independent of the police system, and the true leader of hundreds of thousands of police officers across the country could also crush the old rivals of the Kudo family.

Ryosuke Yamamoto had a dark face, and came to the living room to sit next to his father who was reading the newspaper, he actually felt a little strange in his heart, his father was usually very busy, and he was often away from home, so why was he suddenly reading the newspaper in the living room at this point in time today?

It's like I'm waiting for myself.

Ryosuke Yamamoto didn't think too much, he stalked his neck, showed the redness and swelling on his face, and said in a calm tone that he tried his best to suppress: "I suffered the loss of that kid from the Kudo family today!" ”

Although the tone is quite horizontal, it sounds like a child who has been bullied and goes home to cry to his parents.

Yamamoto didn't even raise his eyelids, but said lightly: "Oh? You've been taught a lesson by a teenage imp, and you're quite right? ”

"What? Do you want to cry twice, maybe I will relent, and go to the old fox of the Kudo family to reason and seek justice for my son? ”

Ryosuke Yamamoto's face flushed from his father's ridicule, and then became iron blue, he glanced at his father deeply, felt that he had received the answer, and made a final decision viciously in his heart, no matter what the family reaction is tomorrow, he must kill Yuichi Kudo, but he just stood up angrily and walked upstairs without saying a word.

Yamamoto shook the newspaper and glanced up at his son's back.

There was indifference in his eyes, and there was not the slightest emotion, as if it was a walking two-legged beast, not his blood relative, his own son.

At the same time, an imperceptible purple glow flashed in his eyes.