Villas on the outskirts of Beijing.

Sato took off his kimono and walked slowly into the hot spring pool.

Soak your wolf-like body in a pool of warm water, water vapor rises, and the lounge chairs and tables around the pool become blurry and hazy.

He sat on a couch in the water next to the pool, his tense muscles gradually relaxed, and he closed his eyes to enjoy.

"Yami!"

He grunted in his throat.

Not far from the edge of the pond stood a woman, dressed in a white kimono with her hair tied in a bun on her head.

She stood on Sato's side with her eyebrows lowered, a position that Sato could see when she raised her eyes.

"Sato-kun, Amiko is here, what are your orders?" (The two communicate in Japanese, the same below)

She leaned down and answered softly.

Sato didn't speak for a long time, and the woman named Ami muttered for a moment and ripped off the belt around her waist.

After a while, he took off his clothes.

She has a good figure, smooth skin, and the dense water vapor gathers slightly around her, giving her already outstanding appearance a fairy-like charm.

The silver ash of the moonlight sprinkled on her white porcelain skin had a thrilling beauty!

She took a light lotus step and slowly sank into the hot spring pool.

Sato didn't open his eyes, and he was naturally unaware of the beautiful scene of hibiscus coming out of the water in front of him.

Maybe he's seen too much and doesn't care.

Or maybe he thinks about his heart and doesn't have this leisure.

Amiko came slowly, and the water surface rippled in circles,

Sato, who was born in a samurai family, has been practicing martial arts since he was a child, and his sensitivity to the external environment is amazing.

Tiny waves of water rushed towards him, and he opened his eyes suddenly, looking around vigilantly.

He snapped his eyes open, his dark pupils glinting with a fierce light.

Seeing that it was Amiko coming closely, she took away her fierce aura and looked at the lovely person in front of her with interest:

I saw that Amiko didn't have a wisp, and the clouds were scattered behind her like a black waterfall, and her already moist and fair skin was soaked with water vapor, and it was so tender that it could almost pinch out the water......

Sato nodded in satisfaction.

(10 words omitted here)

Five minutes later (Sato covers the face)

Sato waved his hand contentedly and sent Amiko away.

Amiko obediently got up and left the hot spring pool, she stood still on her clothes and did not bend down to pick them up.

Sato's gaze followed Amiko through the hall, and the moonlight jumped through the gap in the window on a white figure, feeling like a silver mermaid dancing gently in the deep sea.

Sometimes the tail swings, sometimes the turns...... Beauty is not real.

Amiko opened the bathroom door and slid inside.

The lantern under the eaves swayed in a dim light, and Sato slowly withdrew his gaze and suddenly got up.

Grab a towel and wrap it around your body and walk towards the hall.

If you want to find a quiet, elegant and authentic Japanese-style villa in the imperial capital, your subordinates have a lot of effort.

The structure of the house and the furnishings in the house are very Japanese, which makes him feel intimate and familiar.

He hurried over to the tatami bed, squatted down, and groped under the bed for a while.

Pull out a small box.

A small square box in black velvet with a red velvet cord tied to the lid with a piece of polished mahogany.

The mahogany is tucked into a round cord buckle of the same texture.

Sato's clumsy fingers were tinkering for a long time, and he finally pulled the piece of peach wood out of the rope buckle...... He is suitable for these delicate things, he touched the mist on his face and complained.

Gently open the lid of the box, and a faint blue light emanates from the box...... Sato's expression became serious, and his eyes shrank slightly.

As the lid of the box was fully opened, it was clear that the glow inside the box was a omamori, the white brocade embroidered with yellow letters, and the faint blue light was transmitted from the texture of the marizen's fabric.

This omamori was brought for him by his mother at the shrine when he met with bad luck.

His mother made it a treasure, and when he gave it to him, he repeated it, and he must not open the omamori. Legend has it that the gods and the faith of the keeper live in the gatekeeper, and opening the keeper means that the person's credit and divine power run away together, and the guardian loses its protective effect.

When my mother was alive, she would take this omamori to the shrine every year to pray for blessings. When he returned from the shrine, he solemnly handed over the newly requested omamori to him.

He has been treasured this piece for ten years...... Every time he just opened the box to look at it, he carefully stored it, except for the brocade which was a little faded, the rest was like new.

Sato looked at the omamori solemnly, wiped his hand on the towel repeatedly, and slowly took it out with awe and held it on the palm of his hand.

Since he had this omamori, his life has been smooth sailing, and his career has been climbing all the way, and he believes that it must be his mother's integrity that has moved the gods, and the gods have always protected him.

However, since a year ago, he has been biased in a strategic decision, so that the Chuanyu Co., Ltd. he founded has lost in the fierce competition, and the lost market share has been seized by rival companies.

Unwillingly, he mortgaged his house and car, injected funds into Chuanyu, and opened up a new business territory...... And this kind of hand-off shot, instead of reversing the decline, has become the Waterloo of his career.

Now the bank is urging the house to collect the car, even if the company is handed over to the bank, it will not be able to make up for the huge deficit.

He checked the guard in his hand, and a heavy touch came, and he prayed silently:

It will go well, I have found the soul, everything can be done again, I am still the invincible Sato in the mall, and I will lead Kawayu Co., Ltd. out of Japan and all over the world.

There was a slight sound of footsteps behind him, and Sato's expression sank and he roared, "Who? ”

"It's me, Amiko."

A light voice floated over, followed by a burst of fragrance.

"What does it smell like?" Sato asked, snorting.

"Guess?" Amiko's soft voice, Sato's heart fluttered when he listened.

He smiled slightly, and said in a soft voice, "You go down first, you don't have to sleep." ”

"I'm not here to sleep with you......" Amiko's voice raised a little, which made Sato feel unfamiliar.

He took the omamori back into the box and slowly turned to look at Amiko.

Amiko was wearing a black kimono, and the makeup on her face was cold: all the temples were coiled up, the base makeup was very white and white, and the lips were a little red......

It's literally, it's a geisha in a Kyoto machiya.

How many times have I said that she is not allowed to dress like this, she has always been very well-behaved, what is wrong with today...... Sato was sullen for a while, he stood up suddenly, and said violently: "Sure enough, it's from the machiya!" ”

The mouth of the island people spits lotus flowers, that is, they are obviously already very angry, and as soon as they open their mouths, they are nouns.

Sounds mild, but yin and yang weird.

So Sato is derogating Amiko's background, reflecting the tone of her dress and makeup, and the charm of her body......

Translated into Chinese may be: you little biao smash!