0168: True Exercise of the Right to Be Relied upon (Please Subscribe for the Third Update!)

On the already smooth road, the black commercial vehicle drove smoothly.

Kitahara Ryosuke was sitting in the car, where could Airi Nishijima go?

One of them was sitting in the driver's seat, and the other was still sitting in the back, in order to hide the identity of the latter.

"How did you get here?"

"Self drive."

"Do you have a driver's license?"

If I remember correctly, Kitahara Ryosuke is still in the first half of his third year of high school.

Kitahara Ryosuke crossed his hands and used it as a pillow for his head, "It's urgent, I can't come to Tokyo to see you in a big way."

Airi Nishijima didn't like hearing this anymore. She made it sound like they were secret lovers, so she said, "Do I need you to come and see me?"

"miss you."

Three simple words, but full of fighting power.

Kitahara Ryosuke was sitting directly behind the driver's seat, and he could reach out and touch a few strokes of his long blond hair.

Teacher Nishijima felt it and hurriedly said: "I'm driving, please don't make trouble."

Some bastard makes a fuss, and it might lead to a serious traffic accident.

But he didn't seem to be lying. He touched her gently twice and then took his hand back.

"You have forgotten that what I promised you has not been completed yet. Reverse the 9th edition of the meditation method."

When it came to business, the atmosphere in the car suddenly changed. From the rearview mirror, you could see that Airi Nishijima had a serious face, looking businesslike.

"Oh, I'm kidding you. I'm the seller, and you gave me the money. Have you ever seen this kind of seller drive more than two hours to deliver himself to your door?"

Saying that, Kitahara Ryosuke reached over his upper body and hugged the driver of Nishijima across a chair.

Not holding it in the right place.

It does not matter.

The important thing is that the driver did not resist.

...

The West Island home is neither a large villa nor a high-end commercial house. It is a single apartment with one bedroom, one bathroom and one living room. It is clean, bright and tidy.

The hostess Airi Nishijima took her bag home and didn't lock the door immediately.

Five minutes later, Kitahara Ryosuke walked in. Seeing that there were no men's shoes on the shoe rack, he nodded slightly, and then took out a brand new pair of home shoes, pajamas, pajamas, towels, toothbrush... from the bag on his back... he brought them It's true.

Anyway, he stared at Airi Nishijima who had just changed into home clothes and walked out of the bedroom.

"Are you planning to stay here forever?"

Kitahara Ryosuke hung up his coat and replied: "Ang. I am a dead man now, homeless, and only the kind-hearted Deputy Minister Nishijima is willing to take me in."

Hearing this, Airi Nishijima said disgustedly: "It's late today, so I won't care about you. I'll find a place for you early tomorrow morning."

Kitahara Ryosuke said: "Okay."

He strode into the small fabric sofa in the living room, which could barely accommodate two people. He picked up the remote control and turned on the TV. An animated movie that had been playing in the middle continued to play.

Cute babies are flying all over the sky, it’s the one where a group of wolves can transform into bridge form, boat, submarine form, and almost succeed in transforming into an airplane.

Looking at the cute baby on the screen, Kitahara Ryosuke couldn't help but ask a question, "Are you interested in having a second child?"

Airi Nishijima snorted coldly, "I have two brothers and two sisters."

With a family of five children, the handsome boy from Kitahara was a little unbelievable.

Wait a moment, sister...

Teacher Nishijima took off one of his slippers and hit the damn bastard on the head!

Then she saw someone take off his shoes and count five numbers on his fingers, with a look of hesitation on his face.

Is this...disgusting that her family has so many brothers and sisters?

Hello Kitahara Ryosuke!

Deputy Minister Nishijima was aroused to great anger and was ready to continue what he had unfinished in the car.

Hey, I'm talking about strangling Kitahara Ryosuke to death.

She's on top.

She was fooled.

As soon as he stepped on it, his little mouth was caught fiercely.

Kitahara Ryosuke said sternly: "I have already said that if you don't finish it, I will fight back."

"asshole!"

Teacher Nishijima was in trouble and couldn't care less. He didn't react until he noticed that his body was getting cold.

"you do not!......"

The handsome guy from Kitahara continued to speak sternly: "This is what I said, exercising my right to be relied upon by you."

There are no twenty minutes or ten minutes this time.

In Nishijima's house, there is no such thing as anyone disturbing you.

And as a "dead person", Kitahara Ryosuke's cell phone was turned off, so he had a free hand to help Mr. Nishijima turn it off, and everything was ready.

This time...

Airi Nishijima was really panicked.

Even though his eyes were blurry, he still said: "Kitahara Ryosuke, no!"

"Still...haven't taken a shower yet!"

"It doesn't matter, I don't dislike you."

"I despise you!"

Airi Nishijima said this very harshly.

It’s okay*2.

Beiyuan picked up this sister who was obviously very good and dared to provoke her repeatedly even though she knew it was dangerous, and kicked open the frosted glass door of the bathroom.

...

The cute babies are all over the sky. The babies are so cute from beginning to end.

Airi Nishijima is not cute anymore. She brushes her teeth and rinses her mouth. She brushes her teeth and rinses her mouth. It seems that there is something extremely dirty in her mouth. If her teeth are not brushed ten or twenty times, they will not be clean.

Kitahara Ryosuke came over refreshed and wanted to help straighten his messy blond hair.

Being avoided.

Teacher Nishijima, who had a mouth full of toothpaste, glared over fiercely, with words written in his big eyes: Don't come here, don't touch me!

Kitahara Ryosuke raised his hands in surrender and said: "OK OK, actually I just want to ask where the quilt is."

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..."

Airi Nishijima wiped her slightly swollen lips, turned around and pushed the bastard blocking the door open with her shoulder, then walked straight into the only bedroom in the house, locked the door, covered her head and went to sleep.

And Kitahara Ryosuke, who was cruelly rejected, didn't care, and stretched out on the sofa with ease and familiarity.

"I just said that I caught Nishijima-sensei's weakness, hahaha!"

She didn't dare to laugh too loudly because Airi, who was afraid of being bullied in the bedroom, came out with a knife.

It was she who said, "Sister, I am relying on you."

There is nothing wrong with Ryosuke Kitahara exercising the power he has been given.

The former could not be beaten to death, so Kitahara Ryosuke retreated and settled for the next best thing.

Although Nishijima-sensei had been a teacher in the training department and had given Kitahara Ryosuke gadgets, he didn’t seem to understand much.

By the time she understood, it was already too late...

What was said at that time was that there would be no second time.

Mr. Beiyuan is a person who has been here before and knows many things only 0 times and countless times.

With tonight, next time! ...

"Card"!

The wooden door of the bedroom was violently pushed open, and a summer quilt was like a stingray, covering half of Kitahara Ryosuke's body.

Airi Nishijima, who was wearing only a loose nightgown, said fiercely: "Kitahara Ryosuke, I'm warning you for the last time, if you dare to step through this door tonight, get out of here immediately tomorrow morning!"

"Boom"!

The sound of the door closing continued to be loud and heavy.

However, Airi stood still behind the door and did not move.

She was listening.

At the same time, my cheeks turned red one after another.

To be honest, someone's words "I miss you" can be quite damaging.

So Airi Nishijima allowed him to go home with her, and was even prepared to be taken advantage of.

Note, this is a small bargain, not a late night snack.

A small fist waved in the air, "How can there be such a thick-skinned person in the world?"