Miss Shimizu's perfect ending

Everything in this hotel makes people feel very intuitively the meaning of the word luxury.

This is a straightforward showing off of financial resources. People with power and money will undoubtedly be more favored. Shimizu Sakiren probably understands what Fujiwara Yuki means, but she has never felt much about these things.

Shimizu Sakiren took out her mobile phone and sent a message to Fujiwara Yuki: Yuki, I'm here.

Fujiwara Yuki: Tell the waiter at the gate that you are Ms. Fujiwara's guest, and he will bring you up.

Fujiwara Yuki replied to the message very quickly, Shimizu Sakiren had a hunch that she was even looking downstairs from the window of the hotel.

Shimizu Saki Koi put down her mobile phone and scanned in front of the lift pole of the hotel gate. A waiter in a white shirt and black vest was waiting patiently.

"Hello... I'm Miss Fujiwara's guest, can you take me to him?"

The waiter showed a standard business smile and bowed slightly, "Okay, Miss Shimizu, I'll be waiting for a long time, please come with me."

……

As the transparent elevator ascends to the 1801th floor, all objects on the ground gradually become smaller. When the elevator opens, one walks through the carved hall with a woolen blanket, and stops in front of the silver-gray gate with a sense of technology. Next, Shimizu Saki Koi finally arrived at room [-] that Fujiwara Yuki said.

"Miss Shimizu, please."

The waiter opened the door with a room card with a black and gold pattern, and then handed the room card to Shimizu Sakiren with both hands.

Shimizu Sakiren closed the door, and the heavy door opened slowly, revealing the entire room in front of Shimizu Sakiren.

The first thing you see is a polished 360-degree panoramic transparent glass. This airtight glass is used as a wall of the room as a whole, and you can see the insignificance and prosperity of Tokyo from a distance, and you can also see the beautiful sea view of Tokyo Bay Beach.

Of course, the privacy of the guests is also very important. The glass that is enough to see Tokyo Shengjing is one-way, and the scenery outside can only be glimpsed from the inside of the room.

In an extremely simple modern-style room, Fujiwara Yuki was sitting on a black and white solid wood desk with gold-rimmed glasses and a silver laptop.

She was concentrating on her official business, propping her chin with one hand, and took a sip from the coffee cup with the other.

After closing the door, Shimizu Misaki put on the hotel slippers and called her softly, "Yuxi, I'm here."

Fujiwara Yuki raised her delicate eyebrows, and then she stood up from the desk. She glanced at Shimizu Sakiren's outfit with a strange ups and downs.

She was a little dissatisfied and asked, "Why are you wearing such clothes today?"

The spacious and comfortable feeling that the hotel room tried to create became the source of Shimizu Sakiren's uneasiness. In such a large room, she stood there in a daze, not knowing where to sit or stand.

Everything is awkward.

It's not that I haven't lived in such a room before, but because of embarrassment, I don't know how to face Fujiwara Yuki.

Shimizu Sakiren put her left hand on her chest, and her right hand covered the beautiful ring. She explained in a low voice,

"Hmm... Didn't you come here today to find Masao Suzuki? It's not easy to act in too good-looking clothes."

"Who told you it was to find Masaki Suzuki?"

Fujiwara Yuki walked towards Shimizu Sakiren step by step. She was wearing a black waist-fitting dress today. The design was simple and low-cut, but it showed the charm of her female figure vividly.

It's very beautiful, and it feels like you are at a gorgeous banquet where everyone is bobbing and talking to the elusive queen who is like the wind.

After a few days of getting along, it was impossible for Shimizu Sakiren not to understand what Fujiwara Yuki meant, but she continued to pretend to be confused and asked, "Then what are you going to do today?"

"No need to do anything, the police department is a dog, as long as you give them a little reference, they will search every corner with their noses. We just need to wait until they find it."

Fujiwara Yuki smiled lightly, his gorgeous face was full of contempt.

"I still hope to find Suzuki first..."

Fujiwara Yuki walked up to Shimizu Saki Koi, stretched out her slender index finger to cover her lips, "Saki Koi don't say any more, do you think about the efficiency we are looking for, is it meaningful, can it be compared to the Patrol Agency? So All we can do now is wait."

"But before you wait..."

Fujiwara Yuki narrowed her eyes to look at the obstructive coat, she moved gently, grabbed the neckline and pulled the white coat down,

"Change out of this ugly dress first."

If Line: Chapter 212 [IF Line] Shimizu Saki Koi's Counterattack 9

What is the meaning of changing out of ugly clothes, as adults, we all know it well.

But Shimizu Sakiren did come here with the purpose of looking for Suzuki Masao at the beginning, because she thought that even if she wanted to satisfy Fujiwara Yuki, it should be at night.

Doing such things during the day is not in line with Fujiwara Yuki's mood.

That's right, although Fujiwara Yuki is domineering, he always pays attention to sentimentality in everything he does. Even in a smoky bathroom, he will drip a few drops of orange blossom essential oil in the bathtub, and light it in the corner where there is no water. Put on a nice scented candle.

Shimizu Misaki lowered her head slightly, and from the corner of her eye, she could see that the skin around her neckline had been revealed. Shimizu Misaki held her hand, and at the same time pulled her thin coat to cover the exposed skin. Scanned around.

"Youxi, I didn't bring any nice clothes."

Fujiwara Yuki's mature and confident smile became more and more gorgeous, and the hanging neck chain of the gold-rimmed glasses hung down from the smooth curve of Fujiwara Yuki's cheeks along the ears, and fell on the delicate collarbone shining brightly.

The act of expressing her resistance seemed to be an expression of adding interest in her eyes. Shimizu Sakiren had no choice, after all, Fujiwara Yuki always felt good about himself.

It seems that in her eyes, the name Fujiwara Yuki should be the center of the world, with amazing beauty, beyond ordinary excellence, rich and powerful, God's darling and a gift from the Creator, such a perfect person should also surpass above anyone.

Fujiwara Yuki lightly let go, turned around, the black knee-length skirt swayed slightly, and she walked to the brown wood cloakroom and gently pushed the door open.

Inside the door are exquisite skirts hanging on solid wooden hangers. From gorgeous and elegant dresses to loose and casual half skirts, there are so many kinds of colors, it is overwhelming.

Fujiwara Yuki leaned against the door, pointed to the dress in the cloakroom and said, "Choose something nice from here."

Is it just a change of clothes?Strangely, Shimizu Sakiren was a little unclear, she stood still and blinked but did not move.

Seeing her expression, Fujiwara Yuki raised her eyebrows, tapped the door with her beautiful index finger, and asked, "Doesn't your wife like it? Shall we go out and buy?"

"No, I'll pick one slowly first." Shimizu Sakiren said with a feeling of indescribable embarrassment, and walked slowly into the cloakroom.

Ms. Fujiwara always likes to say such misleading things now, but I can't blame myself for this, after all, the atmosphere she created in the air is this kind of feeling, the feeling of being prey, the feeling of being prey that will swallow me alive in the next second .

Shimizu Sakiren's eyes swept over the skirts of different lengths. From the ingenuity of the material and design, it can be seen how expensive these skirts are, most of which are high-end customization of famous brands.

As a woman, she has the instinct to pursue beauty, so Shimizu Sakiren's cheeks are flushed, and she is inevitably a little excited.

"Just this one."

After seeing all the dresses, Shimizu Sakiren finally pointed to a conservative V-neck light blue high-waisted dress. The neckline has a delicate ribbon to make the neck look slender, and the length of the skirt has just reached The position of the calf is conservative, calm and gentle, which is also in line with my expectations.

"I like this one too, it suits you very well."

Fujiwara Yuki showed a smile as expected, she rubbed Shimizu Sakiren's canvas shoes with the toe of the round collar of the slippers, and ordered, "By the way, it doesn't look good to change your sneakers too."

"I didn't bring any shoes either."

When Shimizu Sakiren came out, he brought a small bag for his mobile phone and sundries, and nothing else.

"I know, it seems that I have to go out and buy a change of underwear."

Fujiwara Yuki glanced at Shimizu Sakiren's slightly raised breasts, "There is still a big difference between us. I can wear my clothes and shoes, but this is the only thing that my wife can't do even if I work hard."

"Actually, that's pretty good..."

Shimizu Sakiren also followed her gaze and lowered his head for comparison. His figure is not bad, but if he wants to compare with Ms. Fujiwara who is favored by fate in front of him, he is still a little inferior.

The most important reason is that Shimizu Sakiren has been weak since she was a child, and it is unreasonable to have an extremely sexy figure on top of her thin body.

"Wait a minute!" Shimizu Sakiren ignored Fujiwara Yuki's ridicule, and suddenly realized something was wrong.

Going out to buy underwear, Ms. Fujiwara wants to spend the night with her on this Saturday. Doesn't that mean that Saori will be alone in the empty room tonight.

Thinking of this, Shimizu Misaki's brows drooped unconsciously, her clear eyes were a little astonished, she raised her head and asked, "Are you going to stay here tonight?"

"Of course, ma'am, what else would I have asked you to do here?"

Fujiwara Yuki smiled softly, she lowered her head slightly close to Shimizu Sakiren's ear, and said the most ambiguous words in the quietest voice, "The relationship between us is lovers, lovers should also fulfill their responsibilities, right?"

Next to the earlobe was the breath with a faint scent of perfume, which was warm and pleasant to smell, but it made Shimizu Sakiren's sensitive body extremely uncomfortable, and the electric current like an electric shock made her shrink back a little.

"Go and tell Tianhai Saori that you are staying with me tonight~"

Bad, too bad!Shimizu Sakiren cursed inwardly.

Ms. Fujiwara is like a gorgeous and coquettish poppy flower. Under the beautiful and atmospheric flower is an addictive devil fruit. Once you fall into it, you will be trapped in quicksand, and the futile struggle will only sink deeper and deeper.

The safety and danger of accompanying Saori and Masaki Suzuki, which is more important, is already obvious.

The days are still long, maybe, maybe there will be a way to make up for Saori in the future.

Shimizu Sakiren thought about it, and her words turned into a tactful compromise. She understood what she did to Amami Saori, so her speech became stuttering.

"Okay... I... have no objection, but I think it's better to find Suzuki-san first and then consider this matter."

Saying a good word was extremely heavy, Shimizu Sakiren could even hear the sound of his heart shattering into glass.

"Enough is enough, responsible Shimizu-sensei, let's get dressed first."

Fujiwara Yuki interrupted her with a wave of her hand and a smile. She raised her arm and took the blue high-waisted skirt off the hanger.

In this matter, she couldn't relax no matter what, Shimizu Sakiren frowned, the corners of her mouth drooped solemnly, and the highlights in her blue eyes gathered, firm and persistent.

"What will happen to Suzuki is very important to me. I don't want Ms. Fujiwara to joke about it. He is my student anyway."

She was not in the mood to fight with Fujiwara Yuki, she was serious, every word was sincere but powerful.

"Why so serious, madam? I lied to you just now."

Today, Fujiwara Yuki is in a particularly good mood. Even when meeting Shimizu Sakiren's cold face, her lifeless and glamorous villain seems to have turned into a girl who can only laugh. She said in a drawn out voice, "Don't worry, since you're here You should trust me with all your heart~"

"I lied to you just now, what does this sentence mean?"

Facing Shimizu Saki's question, Fujiwara Yuki did not answer directly, she compared the light blue high-waist skirt to Shimizu Saki's collarbone.

As soon as the skirt was put on, Fujiwara Yuki's eyes lit up slightly, like a child who couldn't put it down after getting a toy and kept playing with it.

She nodded to herself, eyes full of admiration and intoxication, "My wife is so beautiful, she should wear a gorgeous and delicate dress. The T-shirt really conceals her beauty."

Just like a puppet that was playing with at will, Shimizu Sakiren sighed softly listening to her words.

Fujiwara Yuki pulled her soft hand to the brown solid wood hanger, "Change the ugly clothes, and I will tell you."

Ms. Fujiwara, who is staring at her body covetously, what reason would she have?

"understood."

Faced with Fujiwara Yuki's request, Shimizu Sakiren has gradually gotten used to it, she nodded obediently and helplessly, took the long skirt, and was about to go to the bathroom to change her clothes.

Fujiwara Yuki narrowed her eyes in satisfaction, she walked briskly around the cloakroom, and chose a pair of black high heels inlaid with diamonds from the high heels of different colors.

The thin black straps can highlight the slender ankles and skin, and the [-]cm heels won't make Misaki love too tired, just this pair.

She held up the straps of her high heels, her steps were light and graceful as if dancing gracefully to the beat of a drum, and she stopped in front of the bathroom door.

So when Shimizu Sakiren was unprepared, Fujiwara Yuki illegally invaded and entered the bathroom.

……

The hem of the white T-shirt reached to the chest, Shimizu Sakiren folded his hands and was about to take off his coat, the sound of pushing the door made the wife who was changing clothes tremble subconsciously.

Why did you forget to lock the door? !

Shimizu Sakiren gritted her teeth, she caught a glimpse of Fujiwara Yuki waving at the bathroom door from the corner of her eye, she hurriedly pulled off her clothes and hugged her chest, and asked in a panic:

"Yuxi, Yuxi...what's the matter?"

"The high heels I picked for you."

Fujiwara Yuki lifted up the beautiful and exquisite high-heeled shoes, and the rhinestones inlaid on them sparkled under the incandescent light, dazzling.

Interesting burning eyes rolled up and down Shimizu Sakiren's body, and Fujiwara Yuki whistled frivolously, with bright eyes and ambiguous tone.

"Why is my wife so guarded? I haven't seen the whole body? What's so shy about being girls."

"..." Shimizu Sakiren pursed her lips and remained silent.

Ms. Fujiwara, who is in iron blood and lesbian, can actually say such a thing. Miss Fujiwara, lying is always easy to do.

"Zipper, the zipper of the dress is difficult to zip up alone? It's my responsibility to help the wife zip up, right?"

Shimizu Sakiren looked down at the light blue dress hanging on the white marble tiles, there was indeed a zipper, but as an adult, how could he not be able to solve this problem.

What a poor excuse.

After breaking the jar, Shimizu Sakiren said slowly, "Whatever you want, you can do whatever you want."

It's just a change of clothes anyway.

Shimizu Saki Koi turned her back to Fujiwara Yuki and pinched the edge of the T-shirt, the white clothes gradually passed through the field of vision, turning over the top of her head in just a second.

Time became very slow for some reason, and the sound of Fujiwara Yuki's footsteps echoed in the empty bathroom from behind, getting closer and closer.