Chapter 394

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A black business car stopped in the underground parking lot of Ginza. After the driver stabilized the car, he quickly came to the rear compartment, opened the door and stood respectfully aside.

A middle-aged man in a dark gray suit came down from the car. He was about 40 years old. He was less than 1.7 meters tall. He was thin and looked ordinary. He belonged to the kind of people you couldn't notice in the crowd.

His name is Songpu Shengren. He is a famous Japanese music producer and one of the founders of Aihui records. At present, he is a professional director of Aihui records.

After getting off the bus, Matsuura Shengren tidied up his suit, raised his hand and looked at the time. There was still half an hour before the agreed time. Then he recruited assistant minefield to his side and asked, "is Mr. Ono ready? We have a distinguished guest to entertain today."

"Don't worry, president." Inoue bowed slightly and said, "Mr. Ono has prepared the freshest ingredients to ensure that our guests can taste the most delicious food."

"Well, very good." Matsuura Shengren nodded slightly. "By the way, have you sent what I asked you to send?"

"It has been delivered, president. Mr. Ono is very satisfied with the meat quality of your bluefin tuna."

Songpu Shengren smiled and said, "hehe, I hope this 3A quality tuna can be revitalized in Mr. Ono's hands, and its value will not be buried."

Bluefin tuna is the top sashimi in the daily diet. It costs between $50 and $100 a pound. The fish sent by Matsuura Shengren's assistant was photographed at the auction not long ago. It was 3A's top meat and weighed 310 pounds. He spent $48000 to get it.

Most of the fish were given away, except for one he enjoyed himself. The rest of the most delicious part, he asked minefield to give it to Mr. Ono to entertain today's distinguished guests.

"President, Mr. Ono is known as the God of sushi. His craft has never disappointed everyone."

"Hehe, I have more say in this than you." Matsuura Shengren patted minefield on the shoulder and said with a smile: "since I tasted Mr. Ono's food ten years ago, I will patronize his shop as long as I have time. Unfortunately, Mr. Ono's shop is becoming more and more difficult to book. Since he was rated as a three-star Michelin chef, I need to book a seat in his place one month in advance."

"Fortunately, I say hello to Mr. Ono in advance every month, otherwise the greedy insect in my stomach will rebel." Matsuura Shengren said with emotion, "well, let's go. Your guest is estimated to be arriving soon."

Songpu Shengren looked at the time again and then walked to the elevator. Minefield helped him with his bag and followed him behind. Just then, a harsh roar came from behind, and a red sports car roared past.

Before Matsuura Shengren could react, he braked sharply and the red sports car stopped on the side of him and his assistant, less than a meter away from them.

"How to drive!" minefield was startled. When he reacted, he immediately stood in front of Matsuura Shengren.

Songpu Shengren frowned slightly and was a little unhappy, but when the window came down, a faint smile appeared on his face.

"Yes Ayu, why are you here?"

The door of the sports car was opened, and a petite woman got out of the car. She had long curly blond hair, a delicate and lovely face, a leather jacket on her upper body and a pair of slim jeans on her lower body.

This woman is no one else. She is Hamasaki, the famous singer in Asia. She is also Matsuura's favorite disciple.

"Teacher!" Hamasaki stepped out of the car, put his sunglasses in his coat pocket, bowed down and shouted to the teacher, then smiled and took Matsuura Shengren's arm and said, "why don't you call me when you come to enjoy delicious food."

"I'm here to see distinguished guests, but I'm not here to enjoy delicious food." Matsuura Shengren smiled and gently patted Hamasaki's hand. "Today's guests are very important. Don't fool around."

"Teacher..." Hamasaki chuckled and said unhappily, "I haven't said anything yet. How do you know I'm here to make trouble."

"I don't know your temper? Such a big man doesn't know to restrain." Songpu Shengren looked at his disciples dotingly and was teaching her a lesson, but he couldn't hear the meaning of the lesson from his tone.

"Hey, hey... You've always liked my character." Hamasaki shook the teacher's arm and looked like a child.

"You, you... Are used to me." Songpu Shengren shook his head and laughed. This disciple is straightforward, dares to love and hate, and is respectful to him. He is very good in all aspects, but sometimes the truth is too straight, which is easy to offend people and give people a headache.

Songpu Shengren has helped her deal with the aftermath over the years. During this period, he has repeatedly reminded her to restrain her. However, every time I remind you, it doesn't hurt or itch. Hamasaki doesn't care at all. He still goes his own way.

Overall, Matsuura Shengren is still too doting on her. Sometimes he can't bear to scold her and doesn't want to change her nature.

"Hee hee, the teacher is the best to me. I always remember. By the way, what guest did the teacher invite? I heard it seems to be from the United States." Hamasaki asked curiously.

"Well, a powerful investment institution from Wall Street in the United States. They are interested in cooperating with me."

Matsuura Shengren said faintly. He just named each other's intention. Hamasaki's eyes turned and immediately came to the teacher's intention.

"Teacher, do you want to use them to deal with President Yitian?"

"Pa..."

"I can't... master... Let me have a rest..."

"God... You're such a monster... I can't bear it alone. Wait... When Julia comes back, master... You go and mess with her... Should be back soon... Hoo Hoo..."

A slap on Morgan's Pigu made a clear sound. Morgan didn't increase the horsepower as usual, but gasped and limped in Tracy's chest. Her forehead and comparison were beads of sweat visible to the naked eye, and the hair on her temples was stuck to her chin because of sweat.

He slowly turned over and came down from Tracy, his thighs trembling, lying flat on the bed, his chest fluctuating. Tracy's mouth was still full. The horse was exhausted and it was useless to whip.

No, today he is a horse, a magnificent and irritable horse, running wildly... However, the knight is tired.

The female Knight couldn't even hold the whip. Her black lace body shaping battle dress was torn on the horse's back, and there was still a wrinkled black Hip Wrap Skirt rolled around her waist. The black silk had been broken and exposed, and the chocolate skin was ruddy.

The sky blue police uniform disappeared, and the black big brimmed hat was worn on Tracy's head at some time.

"Hey... Help me open this."

Tracy's hands were still bound by the silver handcuffs. He climbed up Morgan's trembling upper body and grasped the elastic softness. Morgan gradually calmed down and became volatile again.

Morgan pursed his mouth, and his perennial sleeping eyes became more blurred. Now, let alone the idea of resistance, there was no strength to resist.

"Spare me... Master... The key is in the pillow..."

Morgan begged pitifully for mercy. Tracy took back his hands with a strange smile and was ready to find the key.

But... Under the pillow... There is no pillow on this bed. I vaguely remember that there were two soft pillows at the head of the bed before the role play, but now I don't know where to fly.

Tracy propped up and sat up. There were many red marks on his arms, chest and back. They looked ferocious, but they didn't hurt very much and were a little itchy.

His hands were bound. Now it was difficult to scratch his back. He glanced around and found the two soft pillows, one by the bed and the other strangely lying at the door.

"You... Hid the key in the pillow..." Tracy got out of bed, bent down to pick up the pillow under the bed, turned it over and couldn't find it, and then walked to the door.

"Hee hee... What a surprise. I can't let you run away as a" suspect. "

"Officer... I promise I won't resist..." Trey's suit looked frightened and found the key in his pillow.

Morgan giggled, regained some strength, and came over with one hand on his head.

When the handcuffs were opened, Tracy rubbed his sore wrists and showed an evil smile, "Officer... I won't run away, but next..."

Tracy came to bed step by step. Morgan was shocked. "What are you doing? Attacking a policeman is a felony..."

"Guess what I'm going to do..."

Tracy rushed up directly and pressed Morgan on her body. Before she could resist, she pressed her hands on the bed and was ashamed and angry to death.

"I... i... spare me... I won't catch you..."

"No, no... officer, it's late now. I'm not going to run away... But it doesn't mean I won't retaliate..."

"Come on..." Morgan cried.

Tracy became more excited, and her facial expression became "ferocious". One big hand clasped each other's wrists, and the other hand ravaged her wantonly.

Just as he was about to take the next step, his mobile phone suddenly rang, the bell came from under the bed, and the action on his hand stopped.

"Whatever it... Let's go on..." just hesitated, and Tracy ignored the annoying bell.

"Go and have a look, master."

The bell rang all the time. After a pause, it rang again immediately. Morgan advised and said, "just let me have a rest. You're really strong. I can't do it alone."

"Well, let you go first." he hooked Morgan's small nose. Tracy rolled out of bed and took out his cell phone from his pants pocket.

Glancing at the number on the mobile phone, it was Monica's point, and hurriedly pressed the connect button.

"Hi... Honey..."

"It's me, Tracy..."

Sophie's voice came from the other end of the phone. It wasn't Monica. Tracy was stunned. He reacted and immediately asked, "what's the matter, Sophie..."

"Is little Vincent with you?"

too bad! Little Vincent's skipping class was found.

Sophie's tone is not good. Tracy's heart is cold. It seems that Sophie is very dissatisfied with him skipping class with little Vincent. This is the rhythm of asking questions.

"It's with me..." Tracy responded and explained, "he's not feeling well in the morning. I'll take him out to get some air."

"Oh... Tracy, are you a child? This little trick can deceive you." Sophie said angrily. She knew her son too well and often pretended to be ill and didn't want to go to class. I didn't expect that she was taken advantage of by the kid when she didn't pay attention.

Tracy laughed and said, "children, sometimes you can't push too hard..."

"Are you questioning my way of education?" before Tracy finished, Sophie's sharp voice came across.

"Don't get me wrong... I didn't mean that."

"Well, you put Xiao Wensen on the phone..."

"Ah?" Tracy was a little silly about how NIMA asked him to answer the phone.

"Tracy?"

"OK... I'll call little Vincent," Tracy promised and hung up.

Morgan sat up and asked, "what's the matter?"

Tracy immediately picked up her pants on the ground, put them on and said, "Sophie's phone is for her son."

With a mobile phone in his mouth, he had no time to find clothes and rushed out immediately.

……….

In the living room on the first floor, little Vincent watched Julia play the game machine attentively, his small hands clenched into fists, and his look was a little excited.

"Aunt Julia... Kill it... Come on... Kill it and you'll pass."

"Don't make noise, I'll be distracted... When it's off, I'll play for you..."

"Well... I don't speak..." little Vincent covered his mouth, still staring at the screen of the game console and muttered, "you'd better play. I've died many times. I'm too stupid."

"It doesn't matter. I was stupid at first. Just play a few more times."

Julia comforted. She came back an hour ago. As soon as she entered the house, she saw little Vincent holding her game and playing on the sofa.

At first, I wondered who the child was, but when I saw the other party playing games, I forgot to ask him who he was. I immediately grabbed the game console and taught him how to play.

In an hour, they were also familiar with each other. When they learned that little Vincent's mother was Sophie Marceau, they were not only shocked as Morgan, but also surprised that Tracy came here to have a tryst with other people's children.

What an out of tune guy. He came here with children to have an affair.

Julia tucking Tracey in his heart, but he did not make complaints about him upstairs and Morgan, but stayed behind downstairs to play games with little Vinson.

Go upstairs and interrupt Tracy. They must be forced to join the battlefield. It's not good to put a child downstairs. In case... The child runs upstairs, it's not good.

"Little Vincent... Your mother called..."