Although Shiina Iori's voice was extremely plain and quiet, there was almost no strong emotional fluctuation. However, through the beautiful eyes that reflected his embarrassing appearance like a flat lake, Aiba Ryohei still felt the bone-broken chill hidden deep in his heart.

It was an emotion that even Shiina Iori herself couldn't explain.

There is anger, indifference, and mercy.

This is probably what a father and daughter who abandoned each other and had never contacted each other for four or five years?

Hearing Shiina Iori's words, Aiba Ryohei seemed to finally come back from the shocked dullness, and his eyes subconsciously lowered, not daring to look at the young man opposite who appeared with his daughter.

But it seemed to recall the current situation. Aiba Ryohei was holding the fierce look, tense the muscles on his face opened Shiina Iori's palm holding his collar, groaned heavily, muttering himself, "I'm really a guy without tutors", "violents", "I don't understand what you want to do at all".

But somehow, the footsteps subconsciously retreated a few centimeters, as if trying to keep a safe distance from him.

It's ridiculously cowardly.

Shiina Iori did not laugh at it. He looked at the middle-aged man in front of him for a few seconds and was about to remind him of the physical reactions that normal people should have made, but the resistance at the cuffs couldn't help but increase a little.

As soon as he turned his head, he saw Chiho looking down at the floor, holding his hands tightly at the corner of his cuffs.

But I don’t know if it’s because of guilt or something else, the corner of the clothes I was held was only the size of two small fingernails.

Almost pulled with fingertips.

Shiina Iori was silent for a few seconds, glanced at the environment inside the rental house, and looked at the traces of Aiba Ryohei's face that were gradually red and swollen, and his smile suddenly became brighter:

"Oh, sorry, sorry."

"I was so careless. I accidentally hit you when I waved my hand, Mr. Aoye."

When Aiba Ryohei heard such shameless words, his eyes suddenly widened, and he opened his mouth as if he wanted to eat people, and he wanted to swear words.

But when he heard the other party's fist clenching, the sound of "clicking" and "clicking" was natural, he became timid, as if someone had pinched his eggs.

Shiina Iori didn't care about the other party's reaction, so she turned to Chiho and asked, "Chengho, please help me get the bag I brought from the car."

When they were just talking, they put their suitcases outside and didn't take them in.

When Chiho heard Iori's orders, he first stood up subconsciously, but then looked at him with a worried look, and his little hand hit his cell phone.

【Violence prohibited!】

[What if he calls the police?]

【Iori will be caught.】

The phone screen was almost pressed against Iori's face, obviously worried that Iori's behavior would cause him trouble.

As for the fact that her father was slapped in the face, it was impossible to say that he didn't feel it at all... After all, he wanted to do this when he was left alone in Tokyo, and he must be a little happy.

But if Iori gets into trouble, Chiho thinks it is better to ban it in advance.

After all, Iori Jun is really here to help him!

“Yes, yes.”

Shiina Iori saw Chiho's worried appearance, so she had to agree helplessly: "Does I look like a bad person?"

Chiho raised his eyebrows and turned to walk out the door.

I don't bother to pay attention to him.

Seeing Chiho being pushed away by the guy in front of him, Aoba Ryohei subconsciously bent his back again, threatening with some lack of confidence in his voice: "I tell you, I know a lot of people in this area... If you don't want to be beaten on the road, just be honest!"

Shiina Iori looked at him with a smile, and said with a sarcastic expression: "Are you? Did you meet me when you were gambling? Or did you meet me when someone caught up with me to ask for debt?"

"It sounds really amazing. Do you have a gun?"

“…”

As soon as the other party opened his mouth, Aiba Ryohei immediately realized that he had been turned out to have some old foundations. One side of his fat face, which was gradually swollen, had a ferocious expression on his face.

However, I dare not say a word.

Seeing that his attitude was no longer as high as the "head of the family" and no longer the attitude of elders that he was as deemed to face himself before, Shiina Iori's tone softened a little:

"Of course, this has nothing to do with us."

"The reason I found you is not because I need some traditional parental relationship recognition, but because I have encountered some small troubles."

While talking, Chiho was already carrying the package Iori was carrying with both hands and was taken by Iori in one hand, and continued the topic above:

"I originally thought that since you were Chiho's father, you should have some help in your daughter's affairs."

"However, since you don't have much responsibility as a father... it doesn't matter."

He said, taking out his wallet from the package.

First, I clicked the number of points with a little distress, and then took out five Fukuzawa Yukichi (10,000 yen bills) from it.

After thinking about it, I stuffed two more pieces back.

Iori shook the paper ticket on his hand and pressed it on the tatami: "Look at the house you live in now, life should be more difficult, right? These are considered meeting gifts, you go buy a pack of cigarettes and smoke."

"As for the rest..." Shiina Iori pulled open her wallet and looked at Aiba Ryohei, "I have some questions to ask. If your answers satisfy me, all of these belong to you."

Hearing the other party's words, Aoba Ryohei looked at the dozens of Fukuzawa Yukiki stuffed inside, and looked bulging, and subconsciously swallowed.

However, Chiho, who knew Shiina Iori better, turned his head to look at Iori's handsome face, who kept a business-style smile from beginning to end.

They have been friends for quite some time.

During this period of exchange, Miss Chiho naturally knew very well how much Shiina Iori was.

Although there is the prerequisite for paying off debts, in addition to this, Iori Jun's greed for money has long been fully exposed in the eyes of those close to him.

It is precisely because of this that Chiho can understand better: if there is a piece of Fukuzawa Yukiki who is regarded as life by Iori Jun, he can be placed on the balance of "exchange" without hesitation, then what he wants to protect must be something more important than money.

As for, what exactly is he trying to protect?

Chiho quickly recalled that after entering this room, Iori Jun took the lead in robbing her dialogue rights, blocking her from beginning to end, preventing her from directly facing the ugly back of the "father" and the slap she found out that the other party had forgotten her daughter's condition...

The fingertips, which were a little white, couldn't help but twist the corners of the skirt, rubbing them to the folds.

[Some words are not suitable for Chiho after all, right?]

The girl subconsciously recalled what the man who stood in front of her before boarding the train and said to her with a smile. Looking at the generous back, she couldn't come back to her senses for a moment.

However, Shiina Iori did not notice the gaze from behind, and her body still exuded a sharp aura.

He always had a handsome and sassy smile, but his eyes gave people a sense of ferociousness like a wolf.

It seemed like the gentle and kind smile was just a false appearance draped on the body like a painted leather.

"How about it?"

"There are more than 300,000 in total here."

"If it's not enough, I'll bring a card."

Aiba Ryohei stared at his wallet, not believing this guy's nonsense that he could swipe his card, and said in a silence: "...what's the matter."

Shiina Iori's attitude was not slow: "You should have offended some big names in the entertainment industry before, right? Can you tell me about the past?"

Aiba Ryohei was silent for a few seconds after hearing this, and sneered: "I understand. Could it be that this girl broke into the entertainment industry after getting into college? She only then did she know how to ask about it when she got into trouble?"

"Do you seem very proud to leave a rich inheritance of trouble for your daughter?" Shiina Iori said sarcastically, "Is it still a big musician who left his wife and children like a betrayal dog who finally lived the civilian life he had always dreamed of?"

"you......"

"You're very strong tone if you don't need this money."

"snort!"

Gu Lu

After saying a word, he was hit back by a series of poisonous tongue operations. Aoba Ryohei's face suddenly turned green.

However, when Shiina Iori threw out a few more Fukuzawa Yukiki, the anger was instantly suppressed.

Now he still has a lot of gambling debts, otherwise he wouldn't have to hide here alone. He secretly went to some small bars to make a living every day. He would bibimbap with expired bean sprouts in supermarkets every day. He didn't even dare to collect the minimum living allowance, for fear of being blocked by debt collection.

These hundreds of thousands are enough for him to live like an ordinary person for a while.

"Zhou Fang Kamakura."

After hesitating for a few seconds, Aiba Ryohei finally said in a hoarse voice: "He found all the things I have on me."

Upon hearing this, Miss Qianhoe, who was behind her, was the first to widen her eyes.

【Burning Group!】

【Mr. Zhou Fangda!】

[The one who monopolizes the entire Kanto entertainment industry!]

It seemed that I was afraid that Iori, a primitive man who lived in modern society, had never heard of this name, so Chiho quickly typed it to Iori.

However, without Chiho's specific description, Shiina Iori also remembered Mr. Zhou Fang early on - he occasionally reads magazines!

Isn’t this the father of the flat-breasted hand-controlled perverted music critic?!

Upon hearing this, Iori's brows flickered and said with a confused look on his face: "How could you, a musician, be a person who is scrambled in the entertainment industry, offend such a person?"

"Swish, are you scared?"
To be continued...