Urban Immortality: I Raised a Female Prime Minister in Tokyo

Chapter 243 Fang Zuo and Abe Noque's ambiguous scene
The moonlight is cold and thin.

This female congresswoman, who has a gentle face but a strong personality, quietly reveals her extreme insecurity under the moonlight.

These days, she sat like this, leaning against the wall in a corner of the bedroom.

Abandoned by her parents since childhood, then abandoned by her husband, and now she is going to be abandoned by the man she loves again?

Shiraishi Nagimitsu, what is the meaning of your life?

"Why don't you sit on the bed?"

A gentle voice came.

Shiraishi Nagimitsu, who was sitting in the corner, was shocked all over and slowly raised his head in disbelief.

It’s still that familiar face.

A pair of big hands touched Shiraishi Nagimitsu's face, then touched her arms, and then pinched her bare feet.

"Ice cold." said the man.

A pair of big hands went down through her legs, supporting her plump buttocks as soft as water, and the other hand supported her back. He sat on the bed and held her in his arms.

Shiraishi Nagimitsu was stunned and didn't say a word or make any movement.

She just tilted her little head back blankly, staring at the man, tears welling up in her eyes, overflowing, and then flowing down.

His whole body was shaking and he was trying hard to hold back his voice.

She didn't cry out loud, nor did she hug the man tightly. She just looked at the man, tightly grasped one of his arms with both hands, and let the tears flow freely.

Tears kept running down her face, dripping from her chin, drop by drop, falling on her chest and merging into a pair of huge breasts.

"Why aren't you talking? You're crying so hard." The man said gently, "Are you blaming me for disappearing these days?"

Shiraishi Nagimitsu finally woke up, wiped away his tears desperately, and forced a smile.

"I... I didn't cry. Look, I'm not crying anymore. I'm very obedient. Please don't leave again, okay?"

"I didn't leave." The man held Shiraishi Nagi's small face in his big hands, and his thumbs couldn't stop wiping away her tears: "Something unexpected happened, and my phone is broken."

After saying that, he took it out and placed it in front of Shiraishi Nagimitsu: "Look, it won't turn on. I wasn't kidding you."

"Cry it out, don't hold it in." Fang Zuo patted her cheek and said softly, "Be good."

"Woo" Shiraishi Nagimitsu whimpered and threw herself into the man's arms.

"I thought you didn't want me anymore."

She cried so sadly that her body kept twitching and her cries were incomplete.

"how come."

A big hand gently patted Shiraishi Nagimitsu's back.

No words were spoken.

She cried for a long time, until Fang Zuo's shirt was soaked, and then Shiraishi Nagimitsu slowly stopped.

"Don't leave me."

"Will not."

"Is this a dream?"

"of course not."

"Where have you been? Have you returned to China?"

"Of course not. I was injured and went to recuperate."

After hearing this, Shiraishi Nagimitsu looked up suddenly and quickly wiped away her tears. Sure enough, she saw that the familiar face was a little pale.

A pair of small hands nervously tore open the man's shirt, searching for wounds.

"It's not an external injury." Fang Zuo smiled and said, "It's an internal injury. I have provoked a powerful enemy. I may need you to protect me in the future."

After hearing this, Shiraishi Nagimitsu hurried to get out of bed.

"Where are you going?" Fang Zuo grabbed him.

"I'll pack my luggage and we'll go hide in Kawazu Town for a while. I have a house there. There are very few people there and no one can find us." Shiraishi Nagimitsu said nervously.

"It's not that exaggerated." Fang Zuo pulled her back into his arms: "If I have to hide, I'll hide alone."

"No!!!" Shiraishi Nagimitsu suddenly shouted, struggling to break free from the man's arms, and looked at Fang Zuo seriously: "Let's go together, no matter where we go, I don't want to be left behind again."

Her little face was covered with traces of tears, but her expression was extremely determined.

"Leave Yui to Meiyi's care. No matter what happens, I will go with you. Don't abandon me. Promise me."

"It's not that serious."

"promise me."

"I'm just kidding."

"promise me."

"it is good."

Hearing the answer she wanted, Shiraishi Nagimitsu finally smiled, but tears flowed uncontrollably again.

Throw herself into the man's arms.

"Every day since I found out you were missing, I sat there. Only when I had walls behind, on both sides, I could stop being afraid and feel safe." Shiraishi Nagimitsu said as she slowly lowered her head, tossed her messy hair aside, and tears fell all the way.

Fang Zuo was stunned. He had never seen a woman burying herself in tears so charmingly and sexily.

I touched Shiraishi Nagi's hard-working little head and felt her tears still dripping down.

Shiraishi Nagimitsu raised her head, tears still flowing, she was gasping for breath, and the foam at the corners of her mouth mixed with her tears.

"Don't abandon me again."

In the bathroom.

Filled with mist, mixed with a light aroma.

There were two bottles of red wine next to the bathtub.

The phone is placed next to the Bluetooth speaker and music is playing on the speaker.

With seductive eyes, Shiraishi Nagimitsu picked up a bottle of red wine and poured it into the bathtub, then hugged Fang Zuo who was sitting in the bathtub tightly from behind.

The body and huge thing covered with white foam rubbed the man's back.

"I don't know how happy I'll be to see you tomorrow, Yui."

"Your sister must hate me to death."

"She's been helping me a lot these days. If it weren't for her, Yui and I might have fallen ill."

Shiraishi Nagimitsu slowly recounted how he had spent the past few days, and as usual, shared every detail of his work and life.

"So your new Japanese Prime Minister is about to step down again?"

"Probably not, as long as no one tampered with him." Shiraishi Nagimitsu shook his head. "His final term was less than a year. No one wants to waste political capital competing with him for such a short time. Washington probably wouldn't want to support an obedient prime minister in such a short time."

"That is to say, this is a very awkward period."

"Yes, even cabinet members. Many officials who have just entered the cabinet lost in the re-election and are not even members of parliament now. This is very rare in the entire history of Japanese politics."

Suddenly, the phone rang from the Bluetooth speaker.

Shiraishi Nagimitsu frowned and picked up the phone. It was so late, who would call him at this time.

Abe no bird?

Why are you video chatting me at this early morning?
Shiraishi Nagimitsu answered the video call.

I saw Abe Noja was also in the bathtub, buried in water full of white bubbles like Shiraishi Nagiko.

Abe Nosuke was lying in the bathtub with a glass of red wine.

Looking at Shiraishi Nagi's face full of spring tides, the spring feelings that could not be concealed at the corners of her mouth and eyes.

The haggard look she had shown over the past few days seemed to have suddenly returned to normal.

In the camera, Shiraishi Nagihiru is buried in the water, lying on the side of the bathtub.

Only her head was exposed above the water, and the mobile phone camera deliberately avoided shooting the area around her. Behind her were the man's two thighs.

Abe Nojaku knew what this satisfied look meant, and couldn't help but curl her red lips: "I'm so sorry for delaying Councillor Shiraishi's good thing. I hope it's not stuck at the most critical moment? Otherwise, I would be guilty of a great sin."

"Congressman Abe, don't feel guilty. You should be able to tell whether he has it or not." Shiraishi Nagimitsu was so bold that it surprised Abe Nojaku.

"What do you think about tomorrow's agenda?" Abe Noja glanced at the screen and saw the legs of the man behind Shiraishi Nagimitsu, who was dishonestly rubbing Shiraishi Nagimitsu's smooth back.

"Tomorrow's agenda?" Shiraishi Nagimitsu was stunned.

"Didn't you see the list of urgent matters for tomorrow that the Speaker sent you?" Abe Nojaku raised an eyebrow. "That's not like you, Councillor Shiraishi. It's very unprofessional."

"When was it sent?"

"The Congress meeting was dissolved not long ago."

"I really haven't seen it. Let me take a look for a moment." Shiraishi Nagimitsu was about to switch email accounts.

She has been absent-minded these days, just like a zombie, which is indeed a bit unprofessional.

"Don't look, Councillor Shiraishi, let me tell you something," Abe Nozaki said, shaking the red wine in his hand. "Our interim Prime Minister has added an agenda."

"The interim agenda item proposed by Shigeki is a major issue for amending the Constitution, specifically the deletion of Article 9, Paragraph 2 of the Japanese Constitution."

"Deleting Article 9, Paragraph 2 of the Japanese Constitution? That's simply wishful thinking." Shiraishi Nagimitsu's face turned serious. "What does he want to do?"

"An interim prime minister, who has only been in office for a few days, wants to amend the constitution, and he even explicitly wants to restore the title and war rights of the Japanese military."

Article 9, Paragraph 2 of the Japanese Constitution states that Japan renounces war, does not maintain warlike capabilities, and does not possess the right to declare war.

Failure to maintain combat effectiveness is already on the verge of being blurred. In fact, the combat effectiveness of the Self-Defense Forces has been increasing, but it is still not called an army.

And this interim prime minister actually put forward such an important proposal.

Does this guy want to remilitarize the Self-Defense Forces?

"I think so." Abe Noja took a sip of red wine. "In fact, Article 9, Paragraph 2 of the Constitution, which prohibits the maintenance of combat capability, has been overturned, hasn't it?"

"A new Izumo-class warship is about to go to sea again. This is the second ship this year. The Maritime Self-Defense Force's combat capability has been maintained and is even getting stronger."

"This shows that even if it is written into the constitution, it is nothing more than a boring title. It is better to abandon it. This makes Japan's international status even more important."

A strange light flashed in Abe Nojaku's eyes, and the red wine glass covered his face.

"I know what you're thinking, Senator Abe. What a boring name! Is it just a simple, boring name? Shiba Shigeru's topic is exactly what you want, and it's also a step in your plan, isn't it? No, I will never agree to it." Shiraishi Nagimitsu shook his head.
"I absolutely do not agree with allowing the Self-Defense Forces to return to the path of military expansion. Under the constraints of the Constitution, these people have still reached this level of military expansion. If there is no second paragraph of Article 9, how much more expansion will be, I dare not imagine."

"It's foreseeable that once the name is changed, countless funds and industrial factories will openly flow into the military industry, parliamentarians and officials will make a fortune from military procurement, and the entire Japanese government will be tied to the chariot of the military-industrial interest groups."

"Congressman Abe, you called me specifically to confuse and persuade me to agree to this."

"Give up, I won't agree to it. As long as I'm in this position, I will never compromise."

"I've long suspected that Councillor Shiraishi wouldn't agree, but I've noticed he's been a bit restless lately, and often distracted, so I decided to give it a try." Abe Nojaku smiled, putting down his wine glass. He also imitated Shiraishi Nagimitsu, changing his position and resting his hands on the edge of the bathtub.
"Actually, it doesn't matter whether you agree or not, Councillor Shiraishi. Three of the five representatives have already agreed. This issue will definitely be put to the floor for a vote in Congress."

Abe Nosuke looked at a large hand reaching out, not knowing what it was doing underwater:
"It seems that Councillor Shiraishi's recent bad state is because of the man behind him."

"Hey, the man behind here who has obsessed Congressman Shiraishi, why don't you dare come out and see me?" Abe Nojaku asked provocatively with a smile.

Shiraishi Nagimitsu turned his head and looked at Fang Zuo inquiringly.

I saw a big hand hugging Shiraishi Nagimitsu's soft waist.

Shiraishi Nagimitsu obediently followed the big hand, poured into the water, and lay on the man's chest.

The man also took the phone.

"Mr. Abe, long time no see." Fang Zuo said to the camera with a smile.

"You? It's you? It's you!" Abe Noja's beautiful eyes widened in shock, and her red lips parted. "Officer Fujino, huh? I remember you. We met in Sakura Sora Kurumi's office."

"What? Congressman Abe still wants to poach me by offering me five times the salary?" Fang Zuo raised his eyebrows at the camera.

"Five times is not enough? If I can dig out the man behind Councillor Shiraishi, I'll pay fifty times, five hundred times." Abe Noja chuckled, watching the water splashing out again after filling the camera lens. "How about it? Fujino-kun, come to me. I can give you a lot of things, including something Councillor Shiraishi doesn't even have."

"Not interested." Fang Zuo shook his head. "Okay, I'm back to business. Congressman Abe, goodbye."

Abe Noja hung up the phone with a serious expression.

It turned out that my sixth sense was correct, but I neglected it later.

The first time I saw the police officer named Fujino, I felt that he was no ordinary person.

Later, Yingkong Kurumi's family business was given away, and he also investigated his background, and it was covered up very well.

It was not until many things happened later that Abe Nosuke gradually forgot about the man who made him wary.

Now he appeared behind Shiraishi Nagimitsu?
This was something she had never expected.

When did he get together with Shiraishi Nagimitsu?
Then he recalled that the two groups of ninjas he sent to investigate Shiraishi Nagimitsu were missing or dead.

All the Tengu from the demon tribe died near the Yingkong family's property.

These things that could not find the murderer and various inexplicable things were instantly connected one by one by Abe Nosuke.

Who is this man?

There is no way it could be just a Fujino with no background.

Which faction does he belong to?
It’s definitely not an Onmyoji family from Tokyo, could it be from Kyushu or Kansai?

So, what is the connection between Sakura Sora Kurumi and him?
Have the two of them been connected since they first acquired the property from the Yingkong family?

If Sakura Kurumi could be scolded at will by Abe Nosuke in the past, now she has to be respected by Abe Nosuke.

In the same position, she is no match for the previous one, Takeda Taifu.

Takeda Taifu, who is facing retirement, has long been sidelined by the major families.

There are thirteen sections in the Tokyo Exorcist Guard, and the head of each section is from a major Onmyoji family.

Sakura Kurumi, the new head of the police force, not only acted decisively after taking office, but also used the case of the Minister of Transport and another case to quickly get rid of the heads of the two departments and drive away their Onmyoji family.

She also transferred a person with no background from another department to be her deputy, completely avoiding the risk of the deputy director taking away power.

Taking advantage of the chaos of ghosts in Tokyo that night, she drove away another family of Onmyojis and captured a section chief who refused to obey her management.

So far, she has removed three troublesome section chiefs from Onmyoji families from Section 13 of the Tokyo Exorcist Guard Department and replaced them with her own people.

The other ten section chiefs were so frightened that they dared not disobey the order.

Add to that her identity as the leader of the special operations team and a Shinto priestess.

The power he holds has made everyone jealous.

I heard that she completed the mission entrusted by the Maritime Self-Defense Force this time. I guess even the Self-Defense Force will have to give her face in the future.

Thinking of this, the boiling hot water in the bathtub made Abe Noja feel a little cold.

This man seems to be a connection between two important women.

The most dangerous people are often not those who hide behind you, but those who surface, and you still cannot see their true colors.

And turn off the camera on your phone.

Shiraishi Nagi's charming cry was tinged with misery, leaving Fang Zuo unsure whether it was enjoyment or pain.

After a long time.

"Are you very sad?" Fang Zuo asked with concern while supporting Shiraishi Nagimitsu's body.

"No, it's not." Shiraishi Nagi, who had just woken up from a coma, bit her lower lip, her face flushed with spring. She looked at the man with affection and satisfaction in her eyes that could not be contained. "Why are there extra particles and slight electric shocks?"

"Don't you like it? Then I'll control myself." Fang Zuo touched his chin. He could control himself, but most of the time he forgot.

"No, don't control yourself. I like it." Shiraishi Nagimitsu bit Fang Zuo's chest hard.

Her eyes were so charming that tears were about to drip out of them, and her limbs were wrapped around him again, like a female cat that never knew it was full, desperately begging for food from its owner.

The moment they returned to the bedroom, they were both stunned.

Oda Yui was actually lying on the bed. When she heard the noise, she sat up and rubbed her eyes.

Then he stared with wide eyes and rubbed his eyes in disbelief.

"Onii-chan." He threw back the quilt and rushed over quickly.

She held Fang Zuo's arm tightly and refused to let go.

Not surprisingly, she burst into tears.

The sky gradually became brighter.

Mei Shiraishi, wearing black semi-transparent pajamas, yawned as she walked downstairs to prepare breakfast for her sister and Yui.

Ever since that man disappeared, the two women she cared about stopped eating even breakfast.

These days she prepared breakfast and forced the two women to eat a little.

But today, a man was standing in the kitchen.

The man she hated the most.

"Good morning." This hateful man had his arms bare and a bath towel tied around his lower body. He was making breakfast and actually dared to greet her with a smile.

"You still have the nerve to come back? Go to hell." Shiraishi Mei rushed over angrily, pressed Fang Zuo against the wall, and stuck close to Fang Zuo, lowering her voice: "Where have you been? You just disappeared without a sound. Do you know how many times my sister and Yui have cried these days? Do you still have any sense of responsibility?"

Mei Shiraishi was so angry that she didn't notice that her black lace nightgown exposed her and was pressed tightly against her.

Fang Zuo felt the completely different elasticity and contours of his sister-in-law and her sister, and raised his hands innocently: "They forgave me last night."

"What sweet words did you use to deceive them? I warn you, I will really kill you." Shiraishi Mei stared with her beautiful eyes and breathed deeply, causing her huge breasts to rise and fall continuously.

"Didn't you tell me to leave? What's wrong? I can't leave, and I can't come back either?" Fang Zuo was being pressed down, and couldn't help but shift left and right to change his position: "What do you want me to do?"

"You! Don't smile at me like that. In short, don't make my sister and Yui unhappy, otherwise I won't let you go." Mei Shiraishi said these harsh words before she realized what she was wearing.

She hurriedly left Fang Zuo, her face flushed red: "You shameless guy."

"Hey, how can I be shameless? It's you who pressed on me, okay?" Fang Zuo rolled his eyes.

"Then what are you doing?" Shiraishi Mei pointed at the towel covering Fang Zuo's lower body: "Dirty, pervert."

"What? I'm a normal man. What do you mean by that? How can a normal man's reaction be abnormal?" Fang Zuo glanced at Shiraishi Mei and continued to walk back to the kitchen counter to cut vegetables and fruits.

"Shameless guy, dirty bastard." Mei Shiraishi looked at the man's strong muscles and unusual bath towel, her little face flushed hot and she squeezed out two words with gritted teeth.

"Who are you talking about? Shiraishi Mei." Shiraishi Nagimitsu was standing on the second floor wearing a black nightgown. He walked down the stairs while frowning at Shiraishi Mei.

"I...!!!" Mei Shiraishi's face turned pale and blue. Seeing her sister's increasingly grim expression, she quickly hugged her and put her arms around Nagihiru's waist. "I'm talking about myself. I'm talking about myself. Can I talk about myself?"

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A high-end detached house not far from Tokyo Women's University.

Sakura Kimitsu opened the door, frowned at the flowers at the door, and finally couldn't bear it anymore, so she took out her cell phone and called Cabinet Minister of Culture, Education and Culture Hiroshi Hosokawa.

"Hello, is this Hiroshi Hosokawa?" Sakura Kimitsu said in a cold tone.

"Yes, it's me, Principal Sakura Kimitsu. You called me so early because you missed me?" Hosokawa Yuji's tone on the other end of the phone was joyful and a little ambiguous.

"Please be aware of your identity, Hosokawa Yuzhi. I hope you won't speak to me like that. We have no relationship at all. Don't you think you've overstepped your bounds?" Fei Guangying said coldly.
"Please respect yourself. I don't know how you know I have so many preferences, but your behavior will make me more afraid and hate you."

"Also, please stop sending me flowers and gifts, or I'll report you to the police for harassment. Also, please don't invite me to dinner under any pretext. If it's work-related, it can only be in your office or mine."

"That's it, please do this, otherwise I will really call the police, and it will be bad if it gets on the news. Bye!"

Fei Guangying hung up the phone, took a deep breath, threw the flowers into the trash can, and then exhaled heavily again.

I felt a little better now.

He picked up the kettle and scissors, turned around and walked into the yard to start cutting and tidying up.

And in another corner room in Tokyo.

Hiroshi Hosokawa was holding his head with both hands, looking painful.

"It seems that your wife doesn't recognize you at all." Hosokawa Yuzhi said grimly.

"No, he just doesn't recognize you." Hosokawa Yuzhi made another voice.

"Hahaha, just go for it. Only stupid men like you would still think of playing tricks of pursuing others." Another man's voice came out of Hosokawa Yuzhi's mouth.

"Shut up, shut up, all of you shut up." Hosokawa Yuzhi gasped and shouted loudly: "This is my wife. She just didn't recognize me back for a moment."

He struggled to take out his phone and opened an APP.

The phone screen changed.

It's a surveillance camera scene.

In the lens.

Sakura Kimitsu was wearing a blue dress with big wavy hair.

It seems that she is getting ready to go out. She has already put on exquisite makeup. She has just finished tidying up the yard and is sitting in a chair to rest.

As if he realized he was being watched, he stood up and looked over here.

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Sensoji Temple in Tokyo.

Suddenly, several police cars stopped at the door.

A group of police officers came down.

At the front was a woman in a police uniform.

White shirt, white epaulettes, black trousers.

High ponytail, extremely cold eyes.

Inside the commuter high-heeled leather shoes are a pair of white feet wrapped in black stockings.

Sakura Kurumi looked up at the place where she once studied.

Sneered.

(End of this chapter)