Chapter 258: Two wives
Tokrokawa paced back and forth at the hotel door.
He always feels that the more his wife learns, the worse she becomes.
What do the two sisters think about dressing up and going out for a date?
The sister is the sister, and the sister is the sister.
Why do you have to distinguish yourself when you dress up like the same?
As a matter of fact, women in love don't have high IQs, Ryukawa Toru shook his head and walked to the door of the hotel.
The moon shadow is clear but it is covered by the mortal lights.
At 8 o'clock in the evening, the canal road was lively.
The travelers in the Golden Week were flocking to each other, and from time to time there was a little exotic style passing by.
"How do you sell the flowers?"
Tokoru Ryukawa squatted in front of a vendor.
May is the season for roses to bloom, and the paper basket in front of you has colorful colors.
"Popular beauty is 500 yen, pink butterfly is 450 yen, and roses are 600 yen."
A customer visited the shop owner and smiled at the customer.
Ryukawa Tsue pinched his chin and looked at the flowers of different shapes.
The beauty is colorful, and the pink butterfly flowers are pure and blue.
But no different red and white roses of the same species attract him. "What the hell are you thinking?"
While Ryukawa Tsuki was tinkering with flowers at the bottom of the building, the two sisters upstairs were wearing makeup.
The wife has a lot of clothes in the hotel, so she naturally wears her sister.
Tsuke Ryukawa can distinguish the two from the subtle points, but when they are wearing the same clothes, they both look forward to whether they can be separated. "What do you think?"
Seeing her sister's suitcase, Takeda Masaki swallowed.
She really didn't know what these two people were doing in the hotel. The little things made people blush.
Student uniforms, ladies.
Don't that tail itself has the same one?
If I were not here, it would probably be a bit absurd here tonight. Takeda Masahira clenched the corner of her clothes and let her sister cover the subtle parts on her face.
My sister's eyebrows will be raised a little, which will make her look particularly powerful.
The sister drew the corners of her sister's eyes in a rounded manner and said softly.
"Actually, I don't mind very much."
The sister doesn't mind, the two women know it well.
Masa Takeda moved a little awkwardly, and hesitated for a while before answering. "I know, my son."
The two of them can sit together calmly and tell a lot of things.
My sister's quarrels some time ago were more like teasing, and it's not like that when she was really angry. "I..."
Masa Takeda was wearing a small suspender and sat in front of the mirror.
The woman in the mirror looks like silver cream is hanging on her skin.
The snow covered the mountain, and the willow eyebrows spread lightly.
"I'm afraid that I will become less like myself when I am with him."
Masa Takeda sighed. She couldn't imagine the experience during this period.
Tokyo, Akihabara, Otaru.
I am becoming less and less determined, and I even think it is good to be with each other with my sister. "I'm afraid that he will bring some back one day, and I feel normal."
Takeda Takako sighed deeply.
The consequence of lowering the bottom line is to keep lowering.
Masa Takeda does not want to be a vassal of men. "You."
The wife pulled her sister's suspender.
The snow-white and smooth skin inside looks like the white snow in winter.
There are a little crimson marks in a few shadowy places.
It's a pity that I'm not good at skill and cannot draw plum blossoms for my sister.
Ms. Takeda sighed. "Just thinking too much."
The wife never thinks about messy things, and it’s great to be with Toru Ryukawa every day.
Although I knew some time ago that the little bastard had a sore relationship with his sister, it seems that he has adjusted now.
My sister sleeps in her own man, and she sleeps in her own man.
Anyway, I won’t suffer any losses. "Tell you something fun."
Seeing his sister hesitating, Mrs. Takeda leaned into her sister's ear and said a few words.
Under the bustling night lights, Toru Ryukawa saw his wife and the others when he turned over the third time in "Hotel in California".
I can't believe my eyes.
Because the two of them were wearing the same clothes at the same time.
Knitted sweater, hip-covered skirt.
A black coat was added outside. "Are you cheating?" Ryukawa Tsuki opened his mouth.
The two women's makeup was too beautiful.
A bright red smeared upwards from the eyebrows and eyes, and the two sisters had a charming color in the dark night.
No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading! "Who is the noble son?" "Who is the real concubine?" "Who is the real concubine?" "The spacious coat completely covers the figure, and the makeup of the two women is a bit charming.
Like the Rhodes rose in his hand, the wife became two.
"This..."
There is no punishment for dressing up and dating. If Tsukura Ryukawa can't guess, he would write a book of 48 ways to play with his wife.
I really didn't want to write such an overly elegant thing, Ryukawa Tsuki gritted his teeth. "No, this is not fair."
I guessed wrong and there was punishment, and the two sisters in front of me were completely firmly on Mount Tai.
"So you want to bet a little bit?"
The woman on the left can be called Mrs. No. 1. The only difference between the two is that their high heels are different, one is silver and the other is red-sole and black leather.
Tsuke Ryukawa remembers that Silver belongs to the executive, but he doesn't know if the two of them deliberately confuse themselves. "You can also reduce the punishment a little, at least I can't demonstrate the 48 ways to play the game with the little feet on the spot."
Rongchuan's face looked strange.
Sweeping through the chests of two women.
He didn't know if the executive was cushioned, and the two looked equally plump.
"I guessed that he could tell by his figure."
The wife No. 2, who had red-soled high heels, said this in an executive tone, but Ryukawa Tsukune didn't know it was Not a line agreed upon by the two.
"Get one of them first."
Ryukawa Tsue held two roses in his hand.
A Rosede, with a noble velvet feel. It was originally for the wife, but now it was taken away by a woman wearing silver-soled high heels. "Findra?"
Tokra Ryukawa has another one left in his hand, and the white rose has a high-end cool white feeling.
It looked like an apricot color was revealed by the woman in red-soled high heels.
"So should I increase your punishment measures or reduce my punishment difficulty?"
Tokro Ryukawa rubbed his hands and felt interesting.
The red rose is for the wife, and the white one is for the executive adults.
As long as you hand over the flowers to the right person before the date is over, even if he wins.
"Add the difficulty."
I heard something very interesting from my sister, and Takeda Masao looked at Ryugawa Toru. "If you recognize it."
Put your flowers on your lips and then press them on them. "I can agree to you a very excessive request."
The woman's smile is ambiguous, Ryukawa Tsuku thinks it is his wife.
He looked at the other person with a gloomy face.
"You..."
It's quite remarkable to turn into two.
Tokrokawa smacked his lips.
"You dream about you."
The man blinked his eyes and the wife knew what he was thinking.
Mrs. Kicked Ryukawa Toru. "So shy, you must be the executive, right?"
Tokrokawa thought to himself as he looked at the back of the woman holding the red rose.
(This chapter ends)