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Any scheming on my part would seem childish and uninteresting to someone like Mrs. Jones, so I made no secret of it, and admitted bluntly: "It is true that I was relieved to be with the women of the Miyamoto family last night, but not the women, and you are exaggerating." Besides, I heard that I have a good relationship with you, and Murakami Ichiro really wants me to get some information from you, mainly to see who your CIA supports, and he wants to make a fuss about it and see if there is any way to contain Miyamoto. ”

Mrs. Jones asked, "You agreed?" ”

"Yes, I think there's nothing wrong with revealing a little bit of information to them in advance without harming your interests, right?"

"Whether you really don't understand it or not, they're just letting you act as their spies, and then lurking around me and getting information from me that they don't even have. You say, isn't this to the detriment of our interests? ”

I shook my head and said: "What you say is not right, if it is your CIA and Miyamoto campaign now, then I spy on you here, it is equivalent to digging your wall directly, now Miyamoto and Koizumi are competing, you are just bystanders, I get any information from you, a third party, at most it is a blow to the competitor Koizumi, and it will not hurt your interests at all." ”

Actually, I don't understand, I don't care who I'm targeting, as long as my intelligence source is from Mrs. Jones, it will definitely harm the interests of the CIA, because it is their top secret.

For example, if the CIA supports Koizumi and opposes Miyamoto, if I give this information to Miyamoto, it will undoubtedly be tantamount to betraying the CIA.

But I deliberately changed my concept, so to speak, messing around with Mrs. Jones, who didn't bother to explain to me, reached out and touched my face and said, "Okay, let's sleep for a while, I'm going to a drinking party at noon, and you're waiting for me here." ”

"No," I flatly refused, "you should all be able to bring friends of the opposite sex to the party, right?" I'll go with you! ”

Mrs. Jones looked up at me and asked, "In what capacity do you participate?" ”

"Your boyfriend!"

"Do I have such a young boyfriend?"

"What do you mean, aren't we boyfriend and girlfriend?"

"Then you are not of the right nationality," said Mrs. Jones, "and it is not at all appropriate for you, as a Chinese, to attend an occasion like to-day." ”

"I also have the identity of an island nation, Koga Taro!"

"Ancient ...... Is it the identity of Koga Group Koga Taro? Today is a drinking party for their politicians, and as the head of the CIA's Far East station, I have the leader of a violent gang with me, and I want to claim to be my boyfriend, are you going to grab the headlines with me? ”

"Then I don't care, either you tell me the information in Miyamoto's favor, or I'll follow you every step of the way!"

"Hell!" Mrs. Jones took a sip: "Ichiro Muramura is really weird, why did you find such a mentally retarded undercover agent as you?" Even if you want to get information from me, you have to steal it with your ability, or do you find out for yourself, is there such a strong fight as you want? ”

"Yes, he asked me to lurk around you and keep an eye on you, preferably quietly open your safe and secret files or something, I think it's too much trouble. With the relationship between the two of us, can we just get it if we look for you directly? ”

"Mentally retarded!" Mrs. Jones took a sip and turned her back to me.

I reached out and flattened her body, and then lay on top of her: "Either take me to the drinking party, or tell me the information, or don't want to sleep!" ”

"Okay, let's go to the drinking party together at noon!" Mrs. Jones gave me a blank look: "You can come down now, right?" ”

"OK, baby, say it early!"

After saying that, I got off her, but this time she didn't turn her back, but put her face in my arms, one thigh on my lower abdomen, closed her beautiful eyes, and muttered: "You are Murakami Ichiro's personalized spy customized for me, and you can only deal with me." ”

I laughed, reached out and patted her on the back, while coaxing her to sleep, thinking that I should be right to tell her the truth without concealment, because the campaign has reached the most critical sprint stage, and Miyamoto urgently needs first-hand information, rather than waiting for me to sneak in, find and steal it myself, it is estimated that even the daylily is cold.

How good it is now, I admit directly, without concealment, that I am an ignorant teenager, at least in Mrs. Jones's eyes, and that I have no scheming for her, and even though I meant to help Miyamoto, I never thought of hurting her.

I believe that in the final days of this campaign, Mrs. Jones will somehow pass on some information to me, if not intentionally, for me to give an account to Murakirachi.

Mrs. Jones had just fallen asleep when a text message came from Miyamoto Idaichi, and she asked me where I was. All I could tell her was that I was lying on Mrs. Jones's belly.

She didn't say anything else, and then sent a text message back, saying that Koizumi had already called her, and that she might have to go out later, and that she would go to his father's drinking party with Koizumi later.

I immediately reminded her that if she met me at a drinking party later, don't forget to call me Taro Koga by her first name.

Miyamoto Idai replied with understanding: Understood!

I thought I hadn't been sleepy, but I didn't expect to snore for a while, and it wasn't until half past eleven o'clock in the afternoon, when Mrs. Jones had gotten up and put on her makeup, that she woke me up from my bed.

I was dazed and wanted to go back to sleep, she went straight to the refrigerator and took out two ice cubes and put them in my pants, I was immediately shocked to sit up and hurry to the bathroom to wash up.

When I came out, I also teased her: "Baby, you are really duplicitous, now I understand, from the moment you called me to rush here, I have thought of asking me to accompany you to the cocktail party, you look at my figure, temperament and appearance, standing next to you will definitely give you extra points." But you gave me a desire to get rid of me, and pretended not to let me go. ”

Mrs. Jones gave me a blank look: "You think too much, I'm afraid that you don't play according to the rules, if you don't tell you to get up and go by yourself, if you catch up later, you will go up, I don't know what will happen." ”

It doesn't matter if what she says is true or not, as long as she can't bear it, I'll do it, and I continue to pretend to be tender in front of her at this pace, not worrying that she won't give me information.

After I got dressed, she actually did a simple makeup for me, and then took my arm and went out.

When we stepped off the elevator and walked through the hotel lobby, we attracted the attention of many guests, and she was intimately holding the handsome and tall me, her maturity and my immaturity were intertwined, forming a handsome and profound picture, and it was natural to attract the attention of others.

When we drove to the destination and walked into the heavily guarded reception hall, we also attracted a lot of attention, in addition to our reverie style, it is estimated that her sensitive identity is also one of the focuses of everyone's attention.

When Koizumi and his wife saw us, they immediately greeted us, and after a brief exchange of pleasantries with Mrs. Jones, Koizumi and Miyamoto Idai called over and introduced us to us.

What surprised me very much was that after Miyamoto Iyo took off his casual clothes and changed them into dresses, he felt completely refreshed, and the wild freedom was gone, replaced by a fresh and beautiful, dignified virtuous lady. Compared with Mrs. Jones's grace and luxury, she looks cold and jade.

Needless to say, the most dazzling pearls of the whole party were Mrs. Jones and Miyamoto Idai, and these two beauties and I both had a leg of love, and the sense of accomplishment and satisfaction in my heart was difficult for anyone to understand.

From Koizumi's gaze, I could feel that he attached great importance to Mrs. Jones's existence and wanted to take time out to communicate with her more, but there were too many people from all walks of life on the scene, and many of them were probably very important to him, so he had to accompany Mrs. Jones and me and Mrs. Jones throughout the whole process with his own son and future daughter-in-law.

In this case, although I had gotten angry with Miyamoto Iyo beforehand, we still pretended not to know each other at all, and Mrs. Jones didn't break this point, after all, this was the Koizumi family's drinking party, and it would be very embarrassing for everyone to let them know about my relationship with the Miyamoto family.

We sat on a set of sofas near the window, except for a few friends who Koizumi came to know us from time to time, many of whom were old acquaintances of Mrs. Jones, and because of her special status, more people were also interested in my identity, but they did not ask any questions other than my name, Taro Koga.

Because Miyamoto Idai's father is now Koizumi's only opponent, so her arrival has also attracted a lot of attention, and the reporters on the scene, in addition to Koizumi and his wife, have aimed more cameras at Miyamoto Iyo, so although the place where we sit is not conspicuous, there are many people who pay attention, and people come and go.

It was the first time I had attended this kind of occasion, and there was infinite envy in my heart, and it was at this moment that I felt that I should develop here for the rest of my life, because I liked the atmosphere, and there was a feeling of living on the top of the pyramid.

I think all young people, like me, not only have a competitive mentality, but also have a strong sense of vanity, and this kind of occasion can really satisfy people's vanity.

While Mrs. Jones and Little Izumi were talking to my acquaintances with wine glasses in their hands, I whispered to Miyamoto Idai, "Your dress is really beautiful, when are you going to wear it when you are with me?" ”

"What, do you think it looks good?"

"It's not just good-looking, I only have one idea when I see you dressed like this."

She didn't need me to say what I thought, she knew what I was thinking through my hot eyes.

Miyamoto Idai took a sip of his glass very elegantly and whispered to me, "We'll stay here for another night that night, and I'll be waiting for you in my room in this dress." "Mobile phone users, please browse m. to read, a better reading experience.