Miss Shimizu's perfect ending

Fujiwara Yuki smiled mysteriously, then rolled her slender and beautiful hands in the air, and placed them in front of Shimizu Sakiren.

Shimizu Sakiren tactfully took Fujiwara Yuki's hand, and then, under her guidance, walked into the world that she had never explored.

The moment he opened the door, it was like a dream, but when everything was displayed in front of his eyes, he found that it was no different from an ordinary bar.

That’s right, a saloon, not a brightly colored, neon-lit bar.

The entire hall is about [-] square meters. It is an elegant banquet hall for celebrities. It is spacious and gorgeous, decorated with white and gold as the main tone, and soothing music is played. Rows of tall glasses are stacked layer by layer to form a hill. Desserts and foods of different colors are placed on the table with lace and white cloth, which makes people feel no sense of depravity.

But unfortunately, there are no guests at the venue. Apart from the waiters in uniforms, there are only a few handsome men in public relations uniforms talking to customers.

Fujiwara Yuki took Shimizu Sakiren's hand and glanced around calmly. Before he could enter the arena, a sensible waiter hurried over.

The waiter walked steadily and bowed slightly, "Beautiful lady, may I help you with anything?"

Fujiwara Yuki said lightly, "Call your manager."

"Yes."

It took less than a minute for the waiters to come and go, and a beautiful heroic woman appeared among the waiting waiters who were shuttled.

Black hair in a ponytail, white shirt and black vest accentuated Miss Manager's figure, with light makeup on her face, she looked very clean and neat.

"Huh? Are you... Ms. Fujiwara who joined the club this morning?"

Fujiwara Yuki raised his eyebrows, "Yes, hello, Ms. Sama, I want to choose a publicist to spend the afternoon, can I call them out?"

"Of course, I don't know if you choose female or male? Or call them all? And the lady next to you, do you need a separate PR?"

"As long as it's male, I'll be with her."

"Okay, please wait a moment."

Miss Sama turned around and slightly raised her arms towards the service desk, "All male PRs are assembled."

The service desk at the corner of the hall quickly received the instructions, and the entire relaxed hall became agitated, and one after another handsome men in public relations uniforms began to gather in front of Shimizu Sakiren.

In less than a minute and a half, all the male publicists gathered together, and Shimizu Sakiren glanced at those who were basically not over 30 years old. Everyone had bright smiles on their faces, just like products packaged on an assembly line.

Shimizu Sakiren could only feel a pity of sadness, if... Suzuki Masaki was also inside...

She dared not think.

A total of more than 20 male publicists with different styles took a look at all of them, and Shimizu Sakiren could confirm that Suzuki would not be born in it.

Shimizu Sakiren breathed a sigh of relief, but at the same time her heart twisted nervously.

Where did Masaki Suzuki go?

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Push the list of book friends.

When Makoto Amano was born, he had two names tattooed on his body, "Yuki" and "Megumi".

Fortune tellers say one will be your soul mate and the other will be your murderer.

You can't tell which one corresponds to.

But... There are not 900 million but 1000 million people with this name in Quan Nihong. Isn't this a joke? !

Therefore, after careful consideration, Makoto Amano made a decision to go against his ancestors and stay away from all people with these two characters in their names.

But when he looked back, Yukinoshita, Megumi Kato, and other female friends who were talking and laughing behind him, Makoto Amano suddenly realized——

Why do you feel that you provoke more girls?

…………

Pure youth day, harem, love direction.

It's probably a story about posting with girls.

"Aren't they all wings? 》qqun one slip ② ① 7 seven 1 slip

If Line: Chapter 215 [IF Line] Shimizu Saki Koi's Counterattack 11

"Not inside." Shimizu Sakiren shook his head, responding to Fujiwara Yuki's questioning eyes.

Fujiwara Yuki immediately conveyed it to the manager who was on call, "Miss Sama, it seems that there is no satisfactory male PR at present, is there anything else?"

"Sorry for the guest, the current group of male public relations has all assembled, and it is our fault that we did not satisfy you. You can look forward to the membership day event tonight."

Manager Sama showed an apologetic expression and bowed earnestly, "Before that, you can go to our VIP room for spa or rest. There are also swimming pools and restaurants in Senmecho to meet your all-round needs."

"Saki Koi, do you think we should take a rest first?"

Shimizu Sakiren sighed for a long time, feeling very complicated, she nodded feebly and said, "I will listen to your arrangement."

"The two ladies, please follow me."

After Miss Sama finished speaking, she turned around and raised her arms, and the male public relations gathered together opened their umbrellas like a flock of sheep, but unlike the flock of sheep, they were very quiet and would not make a sound.

"Wait a minute, Miss Sama, I want to go to the bathroom first."

For some reason, there was a faint sense of exhaustion from the bottom of her heart, and Shimizu Sakiren wanted to go to the bathroom to wash her face to calm down her restless and tired heart.

Miss Sama nodded and pointed to the sign of the restroom on the left, "No problem, I will wait for you here. Go straight ahead and turn left to the toilet."

"I'll go with you." Fujiwara Yuki rolled his golden eyes and grabbed Shimizu Sakiren's hand very naturally.

……

"Why is Nomura's recent sales not as good as before? Wasn't he always in the top three?"

At the end of the corridor, such soft whispers came from the women's toilet in the bathroom, accompanied by the crisp sound of water rushing down.

Shimizu Sakiren's footsteps also stopped in place because of this. She and Fujiwara Yuki looked at each other, and it seemed that they would get some useful news.

So the two stayed close to the blind spot in the bathroom, leaning against the wall and listening quietly.

"Nomura? Hachisha-sama hasn't visited him for a whole month, how could he get better? But Hachisha-sama...is too ruthless, every time his skin is broken, if I were Nomura, I wouldn't want to earn this money .”

"Hachi-sama has a new love?"

"Ah."

The deep female voice lowered the volume, but it was completely futile in the quiet bathroom where the needle drop could be heard, and Shimizu Sakiren could still hear it clearly.

"Keep your voice down and don't tell others, Hachisha-sama hasn't come for half a month, but he has come to Senme-cho frequently in the past few days. I heard that... he fell in love with the boy from Group C who has only been here for three days. "

"Little boy?"

"Yes, the one who looks so young looks like a high school student."

"High school students? No way? Can you name someone who isn't a male PR?"

"Who knows? But I saw Mr. Hachisha leading someone downstairs just now. I guess I'm going to force nomination."

"The life of the rich...it's really interesting not to treat people as mere commodities."

"Speak quietly, and don't say things you shouldn't say."

The conversation stopped abruptly, as if she was about to come out of the bathroom, Shimizu Sakiren turned her head and glanced at Fujiwara Yuki, not knowing why she relied on Miss Fujiwara so much at this moment of helplessness.

The waiter who is very young, who has not been three days old, and his skin is bruised. The more he listens, the more frightened Shimizu Sakiren becomes. His heart is beating like he is lying on his back on the railroad tracks. I don’t know when the rumbling train will blow its whistle and crush people. into powder.

I feel bad.

"Don't worry, leave it to me." Fujiwara Yuki smiled slightly, his cold palm pressed against Shimizu Sakiren's skin, feeling an inexplicable sense of security.

The two people who were talking head-on were a tall and a short Chime-machi staff in waiter uniforms.

Obviously, they are not allowed to gossip in private, so when they saw Fujiwara Yuki and Shimizu Sakiren, their faces were a little embarrassingly stiff.

"Miss waiter, do you know which floor Hachisha-sama's VIP room is on?"

Fujiwara Yuki asked bluntly, it is unlikely that these two waiters will see each other again in the future, and there is no need to worry about anything.

In Senmecho, apart from various entertainment and leisure places, there are VIP rooms for the top SSVIP members. There are five floors, and it is undoubtedly a needle in a haystack to find one by one.

The taller waiter with the ponytail glared at the shorter waiter next to him fiercely, and the two looked back and forth in the air, as if they were blaming each other.

Silent for two seconds, the shorter waiter bowed deeply, with embarrassment and apology on his face, "Sorry, guest, we don't know, and this is the privacy of Chime-cho customers, we can't disclose it according to work requirements .”

"It's okay, let's go."

Fujiwara Yuki didn't have much expression, and raised his hand to signal that they could leave.

"May the two guests have a good time."

Like the rest of their lives, the faces of the two waiters were filled with joy, and they hurriedly disappeared into the long and narrow corridor with eager steps.

Listening to the end of the footsteps engulfing in the alleyway leading directly to the elegant restaurant, Shimizu Sakiren couldn't rest for a moment, she carefully grabbed Fujiwara Yuki's sleeve, and asked worriedly:

"Yuxi, according to their chatting tone... Hachisha-sama has such a habit, Suzuki is likely to be injured now, now we must find him as soon as possible, or find Hachisha-sama.

Maybe now... can we ask the staff or monitoring in Chime-cho? "

"Chime-cho will not cooperate. This morning I said that my earring fell here, and I applied for monitoring, but they all declined, saying that the earring will be found for me, but the monitoring is not open to protect the privacy of the guests. It’s too difficult to ask Senmecho to cooperate.”

Fujiwara Yuki shook her head, she was not nervous, but had a confident sense of confidence, as if all difficulties were no problem in front of her.

"I can only use some special methods."

Shimizu Sakiren leaned forward anxiously and asked, "What method?"

"Didn't they mention Nomura? Just ask Nomura. In places like Senmecho, the VIP rooms are divided separately. Nomura will tell us where Hashaku-sama's VIP room is.

So, don't worry, go wait for me in the waiting room below with Ms. Sama first, I will go to Mr. Nomura first, and then I will go to the VIP room of the so-called Mr. Hachishaku and find Masao Suzuki . "

"Please, Yuki..."

"I'll go now~"

She turned around and was about to leave, Shimizu Sakiren's mood moved slightly, and for some reason, he gently grabbed the corner of her clothes.

Shimizu Sakiren lowered her head, and said with a crisp voice like a buzzing mosquito, "Yuxi, wait...thank you."

"Huh? These are the things I should do~"

Fujiwara Yuki looked back, the round yellow light on the ceiling faintly scattered on Fujiwara Yuki's fair cheeks, the corners of her lips were raised, her smile was bright but not ostentatious, but it made people believe wholeheartedly.

"Just wait for my good news." She winked, put her index finger and middle finger on her lips and kissed, and blew a frivolous kiss with a "boo".

Ms. Fujiwara is still very reliable most of the time. With her exquisite and versatile methods, it is estimated that she will be able to get the specific location soon.

The gauze skirt swayed slightly, Fujiwara Yuki left like an elf stepping on a drum, Shimizu Sakiren looked at her back with complicated thoughts.

Should I say frivolous?Rather, it was a high-spirited show off, a show off called Fujiwara Yuki style.

If so, it's not really annoying.

……

The excellence of Fujiwara Yuki is obvious, and within 15 minutes of coming and going, he has already obtained the location of Hachisha-sama's VIP room, the deepest place on the seventeenth floor of Senmecho.

And as long as you push open the thick and elegantly carved door in front of you, you can find the long-lost Masaki Suzuki.

Please don't get hurt!Just be safe and sound.

Thinking of this, Shimizu Sakiren felt inexplicably nervous, and her heart beat so fast that it reached her throat.

"What's the matter? Don't you press it?" Fujiwara Yuki asked faintly from behind Shimizu Sakiren, hanging his head close to her ear.

Then she took the initiative to press the calling doorbell, "I'll ring it for you."

Shimizu Sakiren took a deep breath, "I'm just a little nervous."

"Don't worry if I'm here."

Shimizu Saki took a look at Fujiwara Yuki, her eyebrows and eyes were curved, and she seemed to be in a good mood. Is she... enjoying this feeling of being dependent on herself?

Shimizu Sakiren recalled the past, and Ms. Fujiwara seemed to not only enjoy dependence, but also enjoy pain and fear. It should be said that she enjoyed all her emotions caused by her.

The sound of the bell was jingled to the room, but there was no response.

"I'll press it again." Fujiwara Yuki raised his eyebrows and pressed it again, but there was still no response.

For the third time, the air froze in an extremely awkward atmosphere, and it was almost time to give up.

Fujiwara Yuki withdrew his hand resentfully, and when he was about to use some special means to open the door, the door suddenly opened.

Slowly, like a key shot in slow motion in a movie, Shimizu Saki couldn't help holding her breath.

What came into view was a beautiful woman in a tulle white dress, about 30 years old, with deep and three-dimensional facial features, and seemed to be a mixed race with European and American countries.