In Tokyo, even the most fierce dragon is afraid of the hatchet

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Chapter 409 Born in Comfort, Died in Worry

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The sound of the waves hitting the rocks and the beach seems to be endless.

The golden beach surrounds the sea narrowly, yet it seems endless, contrasting beautifully with the sea.

The place where the water and the sky meet overlaps to form a line, and the sea water seems to be pushed forward continuously by a pair of never-ending big hands, forming one wave after another.

The seabirds were crying and circling in the sky, making whimpering sounds.

The surging white waves rolled in from the horizon, and the bright silvery waves pushed and chased each other, gradually approaching from far away, getting higher and higher as they got closer, and louder and higher as they got higher, just like thousands of troops rushing in with a thunderous roar.

A wave like a white line rushed in from afar, hit the shore, made a rhythmic splashing sound, then burst into foam and disappeared among the sand and rocks.

A row of waves followed closely behind, splashing water several feet high.

The sea can accommodate hundreds of rivers, it has a broad mind; the sea has ebbs and flows, it has boiling ideals; the sea has peaks and troughs, it is its proud works; the sea has raging waves, it is a test of the limits of life.

The waves crashed onto the shore.

Like a pulse that never stops, like blood that never stops flowing.

Only by being tossed and immersed in it can you feel the powerful vitality of the sea.

The towering Arashiyama in the distance is right before our eyes. On such a beautiful day, being surrounded by such boundless mountain and water scenery and fresh air makes one feel relaxed and happy.

But at this moment.

Kondo, however, could not muster the mood to appreciate the scenery.

My knees were aching from kneeling so hard, and my joints were numb and tingling from having been pressed on the gravel. The pain was so unbearable.

Just compared to the physical pain.

Every time the sound of the waves hit the shore, it was like a huge slap in the face, shattering his dignity and destroying his personality.

However, the Rolls-Royce before him was like a perpetual motion machine, running non-stop and with full power, which shattered all his pride and courage.

I don’t know how long it took.

Everything finally returned to calm.

Akina Nakamori's eyelids were rolled up, and only most of the whites of her eyes could be seen. A long string of transparent saliva unconsciously hung from the corners of her mouth, as if she had been beaten into a fool.

See her like this.

Nagano Nao opened the refrigerator, took out a bottle of red wine and poured it into Nakamori Meicai's mouth.

With cold liquid dripping into the mouth.

Nakamori Naka's eyelids moved slightly, and her scattered pupils gradually focused.

She felt that her mouth was covered with saliva, and she wiped it hurriedly and lowered her head in shame, not daring to look at Nagano Nao's playful eyes.

This scene.

Nagano Nao was amused.

Lifting Nakamori Meicai's chin, he asked with interest, "Can I ink it?"

"Stop wasting time!" Akina Nakamori lowered her head and answered as obediently as a cat.

Nagano Nao took a sip of wine and said with a smile: "How about another time?"

"No...I can't do it anymore..."

"Ha ha......"

Nagano Nao laughed wildly, held down Nakamori Meicai, and passed the wine over.

Forced to drink this wine, the usually broken and melancholy card-playing singer didn't know where the sadness in her bones disappeared. She was too embarrassed to swallow the wine, but secretly raised her eyelids and looked at the super bastard in front of her.

"Do you still like him?" Nagano Nao was well-versed in psychology. He asked Nakamori Nakagawa to light a cigar and said to Kondo who was kneeling on the ground outside the window.

Nakamori Meisai turned his head.

Looking at Kondo kneeling on the ground, she felt strange even though she was calm.

How could I have liked this kind of man before?

And he almost died because of his suicide?

Is there really something wrong with my brain?

But why is it okay now?

I don’t know why, but the feeling that used to be so heart-wrenching and went straight to my bones now seems absurd and ridiculous.

Shake his head.

Nakamori Meina tilted her neck and leaned into Nagano Nao's arms. Strangely enough, the shameful feeling she had before was gone, and instead she felt a sense of satisfaction and fulfillment.

How stupid I was before to regard love as everything!

Now, isn’t that pretty good?

As a small day, Nagano Nao is still very knowledgeable about psychology.

What is love and what is not love.

These are just excuses that humans, such hypocritical animals, make for themselves. Maybe they are material needs, maybe they are physical needs, or maybe they are spiritual needs.

Brainwash yourself repeatedly.

In the end, I thought I had found love.

In fact, he is mentally ill.

And now, this woman's depression and neurosis have apparently been cured after being taught a lesson by herself.

A sense of satisfaction arises spontaneously from helping others and saving lives.

Nagano smiled and said, "Mingcai, do you think I'm a pervert?"

"..." The blush on Nakamori Nakana's face turned red again. She shyly avoided the teasing eyes, not daring to endure the evil in those eyes.

Nagano laughed and patted her on the butt: "But you little Japanese are also very perverted!"

Little Japan?

Do you think I'm cute?!

I felt inexplicably happy.

Nakamori Meisai nudged her head against Nagano Nao's chest as if she was acting like a spoiled child, as if she was trying to find a comfortable position, or as if she was trying to please her master.

But he said, "Please don't make fun of famous dishes like this, sir!"

"What? What's wrong with being perverted? Can't you just linger?"

like!

I’m really happy!

There has never been more ink to write about!

With a shy look on her face, Akina Nakamori blinked her long eyelashes, and her expressive eyes told everything in her heart.

This way.

The male chauvinism was fully satisfied.

Nagano laughed and flicked the cigar in front of Kondo: "Wangcai, do you think I'm awesome?"

"Woof woof!" Kondo barked twice to express his thoughts.

Nagano Nao was stunned for a moment, then he laughed wildly twice and closed the car door.

The convoy started slowly.

The stones and gravel on the road made a friction sound which gradually faded away.

Kondo Masahiko wanted to stand up, but because he had been kneeling for more than an hour, his knees were sore from the gravel and stones, and he tried several times but failed.

He fell to the ground with a thud.

Looking at the convoy going further and further away.

Kondo gritted his teeth, and the hatred that he had not dared to burst out before burned again.

How dare you humiliate my personality like this!

I will never forgive you!

And at this time.

A stretched Rolls-Royce was in the middle of the convoy, driving slowly towards the city.

inside the car.

Nakamori Meisai poured some red wine, held it in her mouth, then knelt on the ground again, looking up at Nagano Naoko who was leaning comfortably on the big sofa, her eyes full of the wonderful colors that belonged to a woman.

Nagano rubbed his long hair between his fingertips, and then he remembered something and asked, "Is that ashtray still living in the villa you bought?"

"Ok!"

Akina Nakamori nodded her head and agreed without any great emotion.

Since there is no love, there is no hate. It is really impossible to have any grudges or hatred towards a dog.

"We'll just treat the villa as a doghouse, but we have to pay for it." Naoto Nao said, picking up the mobile phone in the booth and dialing a number. When the other party answered, he said, "Ohtsubo-kun! I'm Nagano! Do you know Kondo Masahiko?"

"Kondo? I know! Did this kid offend you, Nagano-kun?!" Ootsuki said in surprise. A lowly actor actually provoked Nagano Nao. Isn't that like a birthday star hanging himself because he thinks his life is too long?

Nagano Nao would never admit such a thing, and he blamed, "How can Otsubo-kun say such a thing! It's just that the entertainment industry has been in a mess recently, and I suddenly thought of the saying that people are born in comfort and die in misery. These actors do not produce anything, but they can earn money that the working people cannot earn in their entire lives. They also spread the social atmosphere of moral corruption everywhere, refreshing people's values ​​and bottom lines.

This country is based on technological development!

If this continues, won’t the world become corrupt? Look at how young people worship singers and actors nowadays. This kind of thing really makes people worry about the future of this nation! "

"Nagano-kun's passion is truly admirable. Please rest assured that this morally corrupt guy will be punished in the most just way."

"Then I'll leave it to Ootsuki-kun, please work together for justice in this country!"