The drizzle was falling, the clouds were rolling in the gloomy sky, the rain sweeper on the windshield wiped away the rain at a steady frequency, and even if the noise was well reduced, the sound of tire friction could be heard.

Kyoto is 370 kilometers away from Tokyo, and the speed is stable at about 90 after getting on the highway, and the minimum time is five hours, including the rest in the service area.

Driving in the rain is prone to accidents, Minamoto Raiko looked at the road intently, and only after making sure that there were no red taillights for a distance ahead, did he glance at the quiet Seiko Kamiya in the rearview mirror.

"If you are sleepy, you will sleep, mainly because the light rain is also very heavy if the speed of the car is fast, and it will take a long time to arrive."

Minamoto Raiko watched from the rearview mirror as Seiko Kamiya supported his side face with his hands, his slender eyes looked out of the window casually, and he said as if nothing had happened.

No matter how sparse the rain is, after the force of gravitational acceleration, it is inevitably dense.

To be honest, he regretted it a little now, and felt that he should persuade Seiko Kamiya to take the Shinkansen or plane to Tokyo, and it would be a sin to drive for a long time.

And it's a rainy day today, even if the car turns on the heater to dry the fog on the glass, the front is gray, and this kind of weather is most prone to car accidents.

Therefore, even if he stops twice in the service area, he has to concentrate with high intensity, drive the car for four or five hours in a row, and drive at high speed, he knows how strong the fatigue of driving for a long time is.

"You're wearing this today?"

Kamiya Seiko didn't answer his words, but turned his face slightly, and asked with a slight flicker in his eyes.

Yuan Laiguang was stunned, subconsciously looked down at his clothes, and didn't quite understand why she asked, "What's wrong? It's okay, it looks thin, but it's actually quite warm."

His clothes were basically bought in the mall with Sakutsu Koto before, and they were all loose casual wear, focusing on comfort and warmth.

Today, I wore a thin down jacket, which looked quite earthy, and I wore a pair of black trousers on the lower half of my body.

At least there is no problem in terms of warmth, as for whether it looks good or not, he has not studied it, after all, except for attending important occasions, how to be comfortable.

"That's how you came to see me."

"Attitude? Attitude towards dressing? Isn't it good?"

"I've never seen anyone out on a date in such casual clothes, unless they don't care in the first place."

"Dating?" Minamoto lightly tapped the brakes.

Hearing this word in her words, he subconsciously clicked on the brakes, but in the bad weather of the rainy day, the two of them were still leaned forward by the reaction force.

"Let's focus on driving."

Kamiya Seiko pursed his lips slightly, leaned on the backrest with his shoulders wantonly, and his body seemed to have taken off the momentum of the previous superior, and his beautiful face seemed to be smiling:

"What? Think I'm too old, so the word dating can only be used for young and beautiful girls?"

"Not really, just surprised." Yuan Laiguang's eyes were surprised, and he said a little strangely, "I didn't expect Miss Holy Son to treat this trip as a date."

It's quite ambiguous to travel alone.

Be able to name the word dating.

No matter how you look at it, it looks like you're deliberately guiding something.

Minamoto glanced at her expression.

Finding that the Holy Son of Kamiya had already noticed his gaze, his thin eyes were slightly cocked to look at him, and his white and tender fingers caressed the earrings, and his eyes showed amusement.

The two fell into a brief silence.

Kamiya Seiko didn't answer him, and Minamoto Yorimitsu didn't speak anymore, but the ambiguity continued to heat up, so he set aside some of his attention and began to observe her.

This observation is indeed incredible.

Only then did Minamoto Laiguang discover that Kamiya Seiko's dressing style today is indeed very different from the past.

Didn't wear a black and red dress.

Nor is it a business suit.

Instead, the upper body wore a pure white low-neck sweater with a coffee-colored vest, while the lower body was a dark hip-hugging skirt, and most importantly

Yes, she also wore a layer of flesh-colored *** on her legs.

Maybe it's too close to the skin color, and I didn't pay attention to it at first, so Yuan Laiguang didn't notice it.

But in his impression, he had never seen Kamiya Seiko dressed so casually, and when he peeked at it, his legs were still rubbing.

Seiko Kamiya's legs tend to be slender.

She is relatively tall, estimated to be about 1.7 meters, so the corresponding legs are also relatively long.

But women due to pelvic reasons.

The thighs are generally thicker than men's.

Especially after sitting down normally, the legs are brought together, and the fleshy charm on the legs will be even greater.

I don't know if it's uncomfortable.

Seiko Kamiya's legs rubbed or changed positions every few seconds, and Minamoto Raiko watched with bated breath, his gaze trying to look into a darker place.

However, just as he leaned his head forward, Kamiya Seiko's somewhat joking voice suddenly sounded.

"Haven't you seen enough? My legs are so tired that if I want to keep watching, I'll only be static."

"I was just looking at the mats."

"Yes, I remember that you once told me seriously that you like to read black silk and other things, and pretended to be popular science, and now I wear it for you, and you pretend to be deaf and dumb and don't recognize people."

Yuan Laiguang looked ahead, and his face pretended to be nonchalant: "Did I tell you anything serious?"

"Are there too many people talking?"

Seiko Kamiya turned his face sideways to look at him and smiled.

"Of course not." Yuan Laiguang tugged at the corners of his mouth: "Maybe I forgot, after all, it's rude to say this."

"It's rude to want to stick your eyes inside."

Seiko Kamiya, who felt that the seat belt was too tight, pulled the part that was strangled on his chest with his fingers, and then did not hesitate to raise Jiro's legs and bury the scenery.

"I'm sorry." Yuan Laiguang said sincerely.

Sometimes it's like defending a thesis.

Especially with women.

In some problems, asking and apologizing is the best solution, and since they like to have an attitude the most, it is better to give it very sincerely.

A few kind words don't drop a piece of meat.

It's not hard to put on a sincere face.

"You called me yesterday to ask about it, I have asked a friend abroad, and there will be news in about a month, but whether there is one or not is not certain for the time being."

Seiko Kamiya retracted his gaze, tilted his seat back a little, and moved on to something else.

"I almost forgot to say it."

Yuan Laiguang was stunned for a moment and patiently explained.

Kamiya Seiko's eyes narrowed slightly, and there was no expression on his beautiful face: "No need?"

I just called yesterday to please, and today I said I don't need to, no matter how you look at it, it has a kind of trick.

They're not students on campus.

In the adult world, there are some things that need to be shamelessly forgotten, but similar to helping, if everything is confirmed, how can it be said that it is a joke.

If it weren't for the solemnity that Minamoto Rarimitsu showed on the phone yesterday that Kamiya Seiko had never seen.

She might have guessed that it was on purpose.

But since she had changed her tune so quickly, she had to give an explanation, so she looked at him.

Yuan Laiguang coughed lightly, and said as if unintentionally, "I met Miss Mizusawa yesterday, she just happened to have this channel, and she has already connected with the hospital."

Although he knew that Kamiya Seiko and Mizusawa Natsuya were not very good at dealing with each other, he couldn't hide this kind of thing, and since he was asked, he simply didn't admit it generously.

After all, you can't do it without giving a reason.

It's just that Kamiya Seiko's reaction after hearing this was not as gloomy as he expected, but a slight bow thoughtfully, as if it was very insignificant.

"Did she contact you?"

"That's right."

"I've guessed it."

"What did she ask for this time? Another set of wedding photos? Or do you want to do something else to me off?"

"Forced me to talk about business again."

Hearing this, Kamiya Seiko took a deep look at him and said, "You will be hollowed out by her."

There was silence for a moment, as if she felt that it was useless for her to say this, and she suddenly remembered something, and asked, "Did you hold her with a gun last time?"

Yuan Laiguang nodded when he heard this.

"It's too presumptuous." Kamiya Seiko frowned.

"Mizusawa and I have been playmates since childhood, but when we grew up, we were the eldest daughters of each family, so we would inevitably be compared, so we slowly lost contact."

"Similar to Chayin and Lingmei?"

"It's closer than those two kids, but she always likes to compare with me, whether it's in business or in life, if I buy a bag, she's going to buy that store, and now it's probably similar to this relationship."

"Does Miss Mizusawa like..."

"We're all in a normal position, and I'm a little angry if you think of me like that."

Between the half-joking atmosphere, Seiko Kamiya didn't take it too seriously, but it didn't seem like a joke either.

"She's very vindictive, but because of your relationship with me, she probably won't do anything out of the ordinary."

"So Miss Holy Son is protecting me."

"Protection doesn't count, after all, we take what we need, and it's in line with your principles, right?"

Kamiya Shengzi's words made Minamoto Yorimitsu's doubts pause these days, and the great master of Mizusawa approached him or talked about business, which was still within the scope of understanding, after all, the former had said a long time ago that she was a jealous girl.

But the other party went to Tokyo this time and deliberately asked him to accompany him, which is indeed a bit incomprehensible.

The need will generate the motive, and the holy son of Kamiya does not need to go to the gas and water through himself, with such doubts, Minamoto Yoriguang said his own problem.

"And why do you want to date me?"

"It's just relaxing."

Kamiya Seiko said softly absentmindedly.

She has many titles, the current head of the Kyoto Kamiya family, the current president of the Kamiya Group, the top female richest woman in the country, and the top most influential woman in the country.

Many titles, in addition to halo and glory.

All that remains is responsibility and burden.

Yuan Laiguang also knows that the children of this kind of big family really need to abandon their own leisure and entertainment, which is not as simple as imagined, and treating work as fun is also their only way to relieve their boredom.

If only to escape stress travel.

That makes sense.

The car was moving all the way in the automatic lane, and Seiko Kamiya seemed to be tired, half-lying there with his slender eyes closed, and Minamoto Yorimitsu was preoccupied with driving.

The grinding five hours have finally passed.

However, when Seiko Kamiya woke up and the city light of Tokyo was close in sight, the ramp down from the automatic lane was blocked, as if the road was slippery on a rainy day, and the car in front of him was involved in a traffic accident.

Yuan Laiguang rolled down the window and breathed.

But there is a flicker of light and shadow in the rearview mirror.

He instinctively looked over and saw a dark green motorcycle directly behind him interspersed back and forth among the congested vehicles, very skilled, the owner wearing a leather jacket and a pure black helmet.

But the other party drove to his own and stopped.

Because they are located right at the intersection of the ramp, the congestion here is so severe that it is almost impossible for people to get through, let alone motorcycles.

"Don't worry, I won't rub into your car."

The knight noticed his gaze, and seemed to think that Minamoto Yorimitsu was worried about whether his motorcycle would touch the car, and lifted the helmet mirror and muttered.

"You're a great biker." Yuan Laiguang nodded and didn't care, but looked at his motorcycle with interest: "You can always get out of the cracks."

This motorcycle is the famous Kawasaki.

But I don't know which model it is, he just thinks it's good-looking, and he's not a person in the circle, and he's never been in contact with this industry.

Almost every man has a motorcycle dream.

Especially when you are stuck in traffic, even if you just ride a bicycle through the gap in the vehicle, there will be a feeling of domination and self-esteem.

In this way, the Kawasaki motorcycle looks good.

The dark green body painting, coupled with the tight leather coat, the light rain falls on the body and gathers into water droplets, no matter how you look at it, there is a sense of atmosphere.

Yuan Laiguang is also interested in appreciating.

Hearing the different words from his imagination, the knight was obviously stunned for a moment, but everyone loved to listen to compliments, and he was no exception, when he said triumphantly, "Of course, I have been riding a motorcycle for seven or eight years."

"No wonder the technology is so good." Source Lai Guangdao.

"Okay, okay." The knight waved his hand indifferently, and returned to his cold posture just now: "But I often encounter this kind of road condition, and it is nothing."

"Are you a professional race car driver?"

"Not yet, but I'm already a reserve of ***S, and I'm going to participate in the tryouts soon."

"That's pretty good, too."

"I can only say that it is okay to go."

The low rumble sounded like the low roar of a beast, and the traffic in front seemed to loosen, and when I saw the motorcycle, I was also moved, but I didn't want to continue.

Yuan Laiguang looked at the slippery road surface and kindly reminded him: "If it rains, the tires are easy to slip, so if it is too crowded, it is better to slow down."

"Thanks for the reminder, I'll take notice."

The helmet man in the black trench coat responded casually, as if he had been praised a little fluttery just now, pressed the helmet mirror and unscrewed the handle to move forward.

He also used his left hand wearing a leather case, his index finger and middle finger together, and he gestured handsomely from the forehead.

Yuan Laiguang only smiled slightly when he saw this, but just as he retracted his gaze and wanted to say a few words to the Holy Son of Kamiya, a muffled sound suddenly sounded in his ears.

"Bang!"

"Dididi!"

"How do you ride a bastard!"

With a shouting and scolding, and a flute of whistles, there was a sudden noise ahead.

Yuan Laiguang, who was sitting in the co-pilot, was slightly stunned.

Then I looked forward through the windshield and saw the rider who was talking to me just now, his motorcycle had crashed directly into the second car in the front row at this time, and the on-board alarm automatically alarmed.

It is estimated that the Nissan car was not sturdy, and the throttle he had just twisted deep enough, the dark green Kawasaki motorcycle was directly embedded in the butt of the Toyota car in front of him at this time, and the reversing mirror fell to the ground.

And the knight who was lost in praise just now sat on the ground with a blank face, as if he hadn't reacted to the current situation, it seemed to be normal just now, how could it suddenly be like this.

"This is the level of a pro?"

Kamiya Seiko, who had a silent face, couldn't help but chuckle at this moment and glanced at him.

This look is quite meaningful.

It's like saying that that's how you look.

Yuan Laiguang's face darkened slightly, and he felt that it was definitely not his own pot, although he felt that there might be his own reasons, but of course he didn't admit it, his eyelids jumped twice and said, "After all, it's just a reserve."