The Most Beautiful Boy In Tokyo

Japan, Osaka.

A city of gourmet food, its economy is second only to Tokyo and the second largest city in Japan.

As a waiter at Kikutobi Restaurant, it is Yamamoto Kojiro's duty to get up at six in the morning and sprinkle water. He wears a sweat cloth on his head and sprinkles it on the dry ground with a spoon. The ground soon becomes wet and even the air becomes fresh. After getting up, the heat in May has also dropped a lot.

A few seconds after six-thirty, Natsukawa Seko arrived on time. As the famous proprietress of this restaurant, she was never late.

The guys often discussed her privately, even the waitresses.

They all agreed that the proprietress was a strong woman who deserved respect. Although she had opened many branches in Osaka, they had never seen the proprietress relax for a day. She would still go to the store in person every day and give instructions on various chores. Occasionally she will cook herself and try new dishes.

"Is everyone here?" Natsukawa Seko said calmly.

"Everyone is here." Yamamoto Kojiro said immediately.

"Then let's get started."

"Hai!"

Every time he sees the proprietress, Yamamoto Kojiro's heart will beat very fast.

Natsukawa Seko has vivid and beautiful cheeks. She likes to wear loose kimonos on weekdays with black pantyhose underneath, and sometimes she will change them to oily stockings.

He liked every one of them and thought they were just for him.

Today is no exception. She is wearing an orange-red patterned kimono. Her neck is delicate and graceful, and her white thighs are also eye-catching. Although she is thirty-five years old, she looks like a young woman in her twenties.

This boss lady exudes a charming and dangerous aura, similar to the colorful striped spiders in the Amazon jungle. She is bright and enchanting, but contains enough poison to drive people crazy.

When she spoke to everyone, her lips painted with cherry oil were so intoxicating that Kojiro Yamamoto would look at her in a daze every time.

While the landlady wasn't paying attention, his eyes quickly dropped down and he saw her pair of beautiful, smooth long legs. Her thighs were white and plump, trembling slightly.

The boss lady didn't wear stockings today.

He couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

This means she will be home soon.

After long-term observation, he has been able to determine this - she will only work all day when she wears silk stockings. Silk stockings are her formal wear. On important holidays, she will definitely be seen wearing stockings.

But why?

Today is neither her daughter's birthday nor her husband's wedding anniversary. Why does she have to go home so early and can't she stay here for a while?

Yamamoto Kojiro couldn't help but feel angry.

I don't know since when, he has secretly regarded the boss's wife as his woman. Although she has always been very strict with him, Kojiro feels that it is just a cover-up on her part.

She is actually ambiguous towards herself, right?

After all, she accidentally broke a plate last time. Although she scolded herself a few times, she still told herself gently that it didn't matter and that she should be careful next time.

In terms of appearance, he feels that he is very good-looking, with a creamy face that is popular nowadays. Girls will come to chat with him when he walks on the street. The most important thing is that he is very young. Although he dropped out of high school and worked part-time, he is better than his physical strength. She is powerful and feels comfortable when she is with him. She is at the age when she needs to be nourished.

What's more, he heard from employees that the relationship between the boss's wife and her husband had been experiencing rifts for a long time, and sometimes they would quarrel in public without anyone noticing.

He felt he had a great chance.

If you can win over the boss lady, you can rise to the top in one step and transform from a wage earner to a master in an instant.

Yamamoto Kojiro thought so.

Natsukawa Seko's affairs were quickly handed over, and just as he expected, she left in the Mercedes-Benz without wearing stockings.

He must be playing hard to get.

She must be thinking about me at home, anticipating my reaction.

Yamamoto Kojiro fantasized about his future life while sprinkling water.

As soon as she got into the Mercedes-Benz, Natsukawa Seko couldn't wait to turn on the TV in the back seat. She was sweating nervously and kept praying.

"Please, it must start broadcasting today!"

"God! Please!"

After praying, she switched channels.

This channel is the bottom channel, with zero popularity and zero votes. The screen is still black at this time.

The light in Natsukawa Seko's eyes dimmed.

It even feels like life is worse than death.

Gritting her teeth, she took out her mobile phone and called TV Tokyo's complaint hotline.

But the hotline was occupied and I couldn't get through no matter how I called.

She kept calling, and finally the call was connected, and the female receptionist's voice came from inside: "Hello, this is the TV station hotline. How can I help you?"

"Yu Xian, why didn't the broadcast of Yu Xian's junior contestants start?" Natsukawa Seko said angrily, "Is there a problem with your channel's broadcast! Please check it carefully!"

"Hello, many people have called to ask about your inquiry. However, the fact that the channel is not open is due to the players' own wishes and has nothing to do with this station."

"What are you talking about! Can't your TV station urge him?"

"Sorry, the TV station has no right to interfere with players' freedom."

"But I just want to see him! Do you understand!"

"Sorry, we understand your anxiety, but there is nothing we can do."

"Damn it!!!" Natsukawa Seko was so angry that she smashed her phone on the seat next to her, her bloated chest rising and falling violently.

Along the way is the scenery of Osaka's industrial area, which is majestic and majestic. The morning sun is rising from the horizon, magnificent and beautiful. But she was not in the mood to watch it and found it very annoying. She even wanted to book a flight to Tokyo immediately and go to the Iseshima Hotel to find the child to see if he was sick or something happened to him. In short, it was very worrying.

After a while, she picked up the phone again and called Xiaoxun Nagisa Sakura, the deputy director of Dongda Art Group.

Xiao Kaoru Nagisa was woken up by the phone call and got up with her head on the chicken coop: "Moses, Moses, who is it?"

"It's me, Seko Natsukawa! What's going on with Yu Bao? Why isn't it on?" Natsukawa Seko shouted, "I bought a new TV specifically for this."

"Ah? Didn't it start broadcasting today?" Xiaoxun Nagisa woke up from her dream instantly and looked at the time on her phone, "Oh, it's only six o'clock in the morning, Yu Bao should still be sleeping, don't worry."

"But he didn't start broadcasting yesterday!" Natsukawa Seko complained sadly, "You too, why don't you call him to urge him? You are his superior after all."

"You're overthinking this. I'm not his superior."

Kaoru Nagisa Sakura yawned and looked out the window at the hazy sky.

"The contract that the child signed with Dongda Art was specially formulated. He and Dongda Art are not affiliated, but a cooperative relationship. It's just that we are not willing to disclose it to the public. The child's true ownership seems to be a person called [ Candy Samurai’s music company.”

Candy Samurai Company?

Never heard of it.

"Then isn't this the end? You can't even call him?" Natsukawa Seko said desperately.

"Yes." Kaoru Nagisa Sakura said in a tone of 'I'm dead', "Why don't you take a look at our affiliate Akagi Ryosuke first? He's quite handsome too."

"I do not want it!"

"Ah? You are possessed, Seko. Your soul has been sucked away by Yu Bao, right?"

"You still have the nerve to say that?!"

"Xiao Xun is a waste! A dead otaku!" As an investor in Dongda Art Group and a close friend of her girlfriends group, Natsukawa Seko was unceremonious in scolding people.

The blame lies solely on Kaoru Nagisa Sakura. She introduced that kid to herself too early. Shen Hui Ling herself has stopped being a fan for a long time and only regards Yu Xian as a child. She has watched several of his performances over and over again. I've done it no less than a hundred times, but this kid's works are only a little bit, and it's not enough to read!

I also bought a TV with a large screen, which is the most expensive on the market, so I can watch his performance after he starts broadcasting.

But yesterday, from getting up at six in the morning until twelve o'clock at night, the screen was all black. I was bored and watched other contestants perform, but after watching it for a while, I quickly turned back, for fear of missing a minute or a second, but... I couldn't wait and felt extremely tormented.

"Hey!" Xiaoxun Nagisa said aggrievedly, "It has nothing to do with me. Do you think I don't feel uncomfortable?"

"I don't want to be a fan of him anymore. I feel so uncomfortable waiting. I feel like there are ants crawling all over my body when I can't see him." Natsukawa Seko said unceremoniously, "I don't want to vote for him anymore, just vote for others." Got it!"

"Haha, you can't bear it!" Xiao Kaoru Nagisa laughed loudly, "A dead duck will have a tough mouth, idiot Seko, addicted and hopeless Seko!"

Seen through!

Natsukawa Seko hung up the phone harshly.

Then I looked at the mini TV in the back seat, but the screen was still black.

Oh my god.

The little prince was stunned.

Natsukawa Seko sighed, leaning on her seat weakly.

The driver in front didn't dare to speak and just drove cautiously.

The phone suddenly rang, it was a text message.

A text message from Kaoru Nagisa Sakura?

Natsukawa Seko quickly picked up her phone, glanced at it and frowned. The person who sent the text message was Yamamoto Kojiro, an employee of the store, asking if she was sick.

Who do you want?

Whether I'm sick or not is none of your business!

Natsukawa Seko suddenly remembered the sight of her legs that morning.

She knew that the young employees in the store would often look at her legs secretly. She was not stupid, she just thought it didn't matter. After all, they were all young boys, so she just looked at them to prove that she still had charm.

This Yamamoto Kojiro is also one of them.

The look he looked at himself was very respectful, and underneath the respect was indeed fanaticism.

He thought he was hiding it well.

What a fool.

I have walked more miles than you have eaten.

Natsukawa Seko replied and sent the store manager a dismissal order about Kojiro.

"Just find any reason and tell him to pack up and get out."

Normally, forget it. If you are in a bad mood, you still want to hit the muzzle of the gun. If you don't die, someone will die. The waiter will be one or two. If you change it, just transfer one from the branch.

People at the bottom want to use their bodies to climb up? Where do you get so much meaning? Have you seen too much? Are your brains showing off? The gap between people is as big as a chasm. Just give them a smile and it will overflow. It's disgusting.

Having said that, when will it start airing? Please, Yu Bao, how can I live without you? I also want to listen to the piano, I also want to watch the violin, and I want to hear the new songs even more... The mother fan is crying.

She picked up the phone again and paused in front of a number, hesitating whether to call it.

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