During the evening rush hour, the expressway to Nakakyo is crowded with cars.

The number of neon lights at the rear of the car is uncountable.

Unable to endure the soft grinding and hard bubbles of Kawatani Zhengying, Yuan Laiguang agreed to lend him the car, but it was impossible in the past week, after all, he still had to drive back to his hometown, so he could only wait for him to come back to talk about it.

In fact, it is much more convenient to take the Shinkansen in Japan than to drive.

But his hometown is in Kyoto, and it only takes more than two hours to walk on the highway.

What's more, there is no Shinkansen station in my hometown, and I used to take a long-distance bus directly when I went back, and the dizziness like taking a boat was very uncomfortable, and Minamoto Yorimitsu didn't have the idea of experiencing it once.

Finally getting off the expressway, the traffic gradually thinned out, and the speed of the car became faster again, while the two of them were talking in a low voice, and when they reached the ramp near their destination, he figured out the thoughts of the river valley.

Step on the ramp a little more and the engine can't help but roar.

Kawatani Zhengying rubbed his hands and looked at him expectantly.

"So you're going to ask me for help, and you look like you've helped me." Yuan Laiguang glanced at the expression on his face and debunked his thoughts without hesitation.

The two continued to talk just now, and Kawaya Zhengying had to introduce his cousin to him, and said that his cousin's family was urging marriage, and he wanted Yuan Laiguang to help deal with it, pretending to be a couple to meet each other's parents.

Especially after learning that Minamoto Yorimitsu is a descendant of the authentic Genji.

It's even more painstaking to promote your own sister.

"Isn't that the best of both worlds?"

Kawaya Zhengying is also very thick-skinned, and he didn't blush when he was exposed, but picked his chin and said proudly.

"Not interested." Yuan Laiguang directly refused: "I don't have time either." ”

"It's up to you to decide the time or something."

"I'm not going."

"Please, please, please..."

Seeing that he really didn't want to go, Kawaya Zhengying shook his hands back and forth, with a look of real pleading on his face, which seemed to be really troublesome for him, and he really wanted to ask him.

"Is that sister of yours a good girl?"

Yuan Laiguang was silent for a moment and asked.

"Of course—"

Kawatani Masaei subconsciously was about to speak when he heard this, but suddenly thought of Minamoto Raiguang's personal fetish, and seemed to have a feeling of avoiding good girls.

So Kawaya Zhengying hurriedly changed what he wanted to say, and said seriously with a righteous face: "Of course not!" ”

"My cousin is also a native of Kyoto, and she is definitely a local snake, and her family has opened a dojo for generations, and the industry is definitely much more powerful than my family, and she has a deep relationship in many local places."

Not hearing any information about green tea, Yuan Laiguang frowned and asked, "And then?" ”

Seeing that Gen Yoriguang had the intention of continuing to listen, Kawatani Zhengying suddenly knew that there was a drama in his heart, and began to use his hands and feet to turn on the mouth cannon mode, and spared no effort to count his sister.

"She is the only daughter in the family, she has practiced martial arts since she was a child, she looks down on everyone when she sees her, she has a pampered and troubled personality, and she dares to beat people at every turn."

"And I've been mixed with bad people since I was a child.,It's been like this since middle school.,She's as bad as a stone.,The ability to mock people is worse than beating people.,No matter how you look at it, it's definitely not a good girl!"

"I'm not exaggerating, she's definitely not a good girl, she's just a violent and cold-faced girl!"

After listening to this, Yuan Laiguang suddenly asked out loud: "Has your sister ever been in a relationship, and does she have any bad habits, such as liking to play with men and the like?" ”

"Do you like people you've had a relationship with?"

Kawatani has a different focus than he does.

"Almost, the best ever."

Of course, he can't explicitly say that he likes green tea, so Yuan Laiguang has to deal with the past vaguely.

Kawatani Zhengying's eyes narrowed, nodded to himself and patted him on the shoulder, and then said meaningfully: "I understand, I understand, girls who have experienced it are more perfect." ”

It's all for you.

Yuan Laiguang was a little speechless when he saw this.

But if you misunderstand, you misunderstand.

"Although I don't know if I've been in a relationship, but Koizumi is very tall and has a good figure, you are absolutely satisfied, and I can guarantee that she is not a good girl, if you really get her hands on her, and then get rid of her, it is actually more in line with my heart, just thinking about it makes me feel very happy!"

The more Kawatani Masei spoke, the more energetic he became, and at the end he laughed gloomily, as if he was really expecting that kind of result, and Yuan Laiguang, who listened to it, felt a little numb in his scalp, and wondered if they were really relatives.

I don't know which girl can have such a brother.

It's really poured eight lifetimes of blood mold.

The hidden energy for the bad woman's reserves has always been needed by Yuan Laiguang, so he plans to take a look at it himself when the time comes: "Let's talk about it when I come back from my hometown." ”

"Then you just said yes!"

Kawatani Masei suddenly looked overjoyed.

Then, as if to consolidate the results of the battle, it felt that he had finally fooled a big wrong, and Kawaya Zhengying began to promise again, and the good words were full of flattery, and the source of Laiguang was praised very highly.

"As long as you help me with this matter, the younger brother will saddle the horse for you in the future, and I will never shirk when I date as a wingman, I will help you inquire about whoever you like, and the girls in our club will choose at will, and ensure that the arrangements are made for you properly, and tell me when you want to repair the water pipes..."

Kawatani Masaoi's voice drifted through the car window with the night breeze.

Blend into the streets full of colorful signs.

It wasn't until he arrived at his destination in Zhongjing District that Kawaya Zhengying was a little reluctant to shut up, probably because he felt that Minamoto Raimitsu's attitude was not firm, for fear that he would regret not meeting again.

After the navigation prompt, Yorimitsu Minamoto stopped on the side of the street.

This is on the edge of the Nakakyo district, and most of them are seven- or eight-story apartment buildings, but there is a long-haired girl standing downstairs in front of her, looking around from time to time as if waiting for someone.

Kawatani saw the other party as well, and couldn't wait to unbuckle his seat belt.

Probably also wanted to repair the water pipe quickly, so he got out of the car and went straight to the direction of the girl.

Yuan Laiguang sat quietly in the car, watching the two hug each other tightly, the girl seemed a little shy, and slapped him twice with her fist, while Kawaya Zhengying was unyielding and stretched her face over.

The two played with each other, full of the sweet taste of lovers.

The girl also had the appearance of Kawatani Zhengying in her eyes.

Judging from his appearance and clothing, he doesn't seem to be a tea ceremony.

Yuan Laiguang put his right hand on the steering wheel with some absent-mindedness, staring through the windshield as their figures disappeared, his eyes gradually becoming deeper in the dimly lit car.

"Guilty of being in love?"

He whispered to himself.

Knock Knock Knock –

The muffled sound of knocking on the glass suddenly rang in my ears.

The sudden sound made Yuan Laiguang come back to his senses instantly, and at the same time subconsciously raised his head to look at the side, and then saw a short skirt swaying in the wind through the car window.

And what is even more eye-catching is the round and white thighs under the short skirt.

A closer look at it made him a little dazzled.

In particular, these two flawless thighs fit tightly, and the dark green pleated skirt also lifted the skirt a little with the breeze.

The abyss-like darkness under his skirt had a strange magic, and his eyes were involuntarily drawn and drawn in, wanting to find out.

This can't help but remind Yuan Laiguang of a sentence.

Teenagers have no utopia and want to use short skirts as light.