Chapter 272: Women’s Minds Are Hard to Guess~~

"good!"

The man didn't care when Mio Tokiwa slapped his hand away, chuckled and stood up from the sofa.

"Are you sure there are genuine products hidden in Xiao Yuyi's batch?"

Tokiwa Mio straightened her clothes and didn't care that she was being eaten. On the contrary, her face seemed to have a trace of shame that only a girl would have.

"Hey, are you still called Yuichi-chan?"

The man chuckled and joked, his eyes a little surprised.

"After all, he is still my nephew, even if he is as annoying as his father..."

Mio Tokiwa's face didn't change at all, her red lips parted slightly and she replied casually. After speaking, she stood up from the sofa.

"Ha~"

Hearing Tokiwa Mio's answer, the man chuckled lightly, without comment, but just stepped closer to her.

"You haven't answered my question yet!"

Tokiwa Mio stretched out her hand to gather his collar, while glaring at him and saying coquettishly.

"You're right. Your sworn brother does hate some people. It's been a long time since I've seen such greedy and stupid people. Of course, their endings often don't end well."

The man touched Mio Tokiwa's smooth cheek and found that the smile on her face was a little stiff, and suddenly laughed again:

"I almost forgot, you seemed to have dated your adopted brother in high school?"

"Oh, that was all in the past."

Mio Tokiwa forced a smile.

"That's right, you are so mellow now! The youthfulness you used to have is probably long gone!"

The man looked at Mio Tokiwa and commented in various senses.

"Let's get down to business. Are you going to come out and talk to him in person tomorrow?"

Mio Tokiwa changed the subject angrily.

"Of course... no! I will leave it to you tomorrow. The specific price can be higher. You decide how much to charge. Of course, if it exceeds my expectations, I will give it to you after it is completed. The portion that is available will be deducted.”

The man joked in a joke-like way.

"I see!"

Tokiwa Mio nodded clearly.

"Then it's up to you tomorrow! I'll leave first if I have something to do."

The man kissed Tokiwa Mio's white forehead, then smiled and planned to leave. However, when he opened the door, he suddenly turned around and took out a delicate small box from his pocket, and said with a smile:

"I almost forgot, this is a gift for you!"

After saying that, he threw it straight to Mio Tokiwa, and when he saw her happy face and affectionate eyes, she hurriedly took the small box, then closed the door and walked away with a chuckle.

"Bang!"

As the door was closed again, the girlish shyness on Mio Tokiwa's face disappeared in an instant. Her face was expressionless and her eyes were slightly cold. She casually opened the exquisite small box and saw the sculptures inside. A very special brooch.

"Ha~"

She lamented and sneered, and complex emotions filled the whole room.

As a woman, and also the president of the Joban Group, under the current circumstances, she could only compromise.

The success of strong women often requires greater efforts...

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"Tsk, tsk, this moaning sound really makes people's blood boil!"

In the dessert shop on the other side, after hanging up the phone, Kishida smacked his lips and spoke very yearningly, but his tone was a little cold, but his expression seemed quite happy, and he looked very contradictory.

The slight soothing moans coming from the phone and the faint gasping from the side made Kishida, who has excellent hearing, judge that the other party was either eating spicy strips or running.

Of course, considering that the spicy strips are so delicious, the possibility of the other party eating the spicy strips is relatively higher.

Kishida's mind was flowing freely, and he was making random thoughts and judgments.

"What moan?"

Mingmei looked at him strangely and asked suspiciously.

The moan was not Obasan's, but the junior said it was Obasan. The most important thing is that this woman sincerely invited the junior, and the junior actually agreed! We’ll talk about the details tomorrow, so the invitation time is still tomorrow?

The more Mingmei thought about it, the more she felt something was wrong, and her heart tightened. Before Kishida could answer, she asked again: "Aren't you free tomorrow?"

"Well, I want to go explore Nishitama City."

Kishida nodded, and as for the issue of moans, forget about it.

"So far? It takes an hour or two by train!" Mingmei was surprised.

"Well, it's so far...forget it, let's leave early tomorrow!"

Kishida blinked. He had never been to Nishitama City, so he didn't know how long the specific journey was.

“It’s much faster if you drive there by yourself!”

Nishitani Saki, who had been silent for a long time, reminded him. As for Hikaru Homoto, he had already sneaked to the warehouse to get the maid uniform while Kishida was on the phone. He planned to see if it was serious before deciding whether to wear it.

"Let's drive..."

Kishida muttered, speaking of driving, his Bentley should have been repaired, right?

Well, let’s call and ask!

Thinking of doing it, Kishida, who had not yet put his phone back into his trouser pocket, immediately turned on his phone and looked for the phone number of the last repair shop manager in his contacts. Suddenly, from the corner of his eye, he noticed Mingmei's hidden gaze glancing at him, as if she was preparing to speak.

"Huh? What's wrong?" Kishida asked strangely,

"You seem very happy?" Mingmei stared at him and asked.

"Of course, I think our assets are going to increase!"

Kishida said happily. Judging from the current situation, the artworks in his hands must be very valuable. He promised to talk to Tokiwa Mio, but he didn't say he wanted to sell them!

In fact, he just wanted to test the waters. He had seen the batch of goods before, but because he didn't understand the value of art at all, he couldn't see the tricks. So much so that he specially invited experts to evaluate them. Well, the value is not high. Most of them are high-quality counterfeits, and only a few genuine ones are used as facades. As for the genuine ones, Kishida doesn't want to buy them, such as the picture of the knight judging the devil...

"Ah?! Our assets? What do you mean?"

Amei was confused.

"It's the group of artworks hoarded by the art museum next door. Let me tell you..."

Seeing this, Kishida told her a lot, including his previous guesses.

"So, you are going to talk business!?"

Amei grasped the key point she wanted to hear, and she breathed a sigh of relief in her heart.

"Well, what else? Oh~~ I understand!"

Kishida saw her confirming repeatedly, and finally realized it. He covered his forehead helplessly and said:

"Do you have so little confidence in me?"

"Hehehe, it's because I believe in your charm too much~~ After all, I haven't forgotten the girl I met last time!"

Seeing that her little thoughts were seen through, Mingmei explained with a dry laugh.

Sorry, that really has nothing to do with me! I am more confident in being annoying!

Kishida muttered in his heart, rolled his eyes and said: "I would have forgotten if you didn't say it!"

Mingmei nodded with satisfaction, and was completely relieved. Instead, she secretly rejoiced in her heart:

Our property~~Hehe (*︶*)...:*

This sentence is more precious than the value of money itself........

"By the way, how about you come with me tomorrow? This way, after visiting the twin towers, we can also go to Mount Fuji to play!"

Kishida's eyes suddenly lit up and asked out loud.

"Ah? This, I..."

Amei was instantly moved when she heard this, and subconsciously glanced at Saki Nishitani.

"Go ahead! I'll take care of the store, anyway, there shouldn't be many customers in the store these days!"

Saki Nishitani rolled her eyes, waved her hands, and said unhappily.

"Then please, Saki-chan!"

Amei put her hands together and asked very cutely.

PS: There is another chapter in the early morning. I am not used to the update rhythm these days (after all, I used to update once a day, cough cough!), so I am a little stuck, it's hard to bear! I will write daily life while advancing the case~~Hehehe~ (òó)