Comprehensive Dimensional Double Repair

"But... we really can't, this is messy."

At the end of the day, her complexion was flushed, which had broken the moral bottom line.

"Then be chaotic, where in life is not chaotic, people in the world are on the surface, and maybe who knows if anyone has done many things that deviate from morality in private. Since I have come to this point, maybe there is no way to turn back. Yes, do you understand? Yuko!"

The name was also changed, and Makoto Ito pressed her body, but already pulled out his weapon.

Swords were drawn and the dragons roared, her people were crushed and could not move at all. She found that Makoto Ito had grown up, and her physical strength was so strong that she did not give her too many opportunities at all. Her body and mind were suffering. Huge impact.

I heard the pain, the body was so painful that even Makoto Ito was astonished. He never expected to see such a scene. He thought that Yuko Iori’s husband would have died a long time ago, so he didn’t see it. Only now did he really understand why this was.

Luo Hua Zhihong, yes, she is actually a virgin, which is completely beyond his imagination, "Why is this? Why would you?"

Makoto Ito's face trembled slightly.

She was blushing and blushing, and her body was still pressed by Makoto Ito. She opened her thin lips and her complexion was flushed. "Actually, I went to the orphanage to adopt you when you were born. You or Taiyi, Jiaer It’s good, I adopted it all."

"... Then... Isn't it possible that we can..."

Makoto Ito looked pleased and took her hand. She was thirty years old and she was outstanding, and now she was his own woman. He suddenly found out that he guessed the real winner in life.

"...But...but I am your foster mother after all."

She turned her head away, afraid to look at Makoto Ito.

"True love itself has nothing to do with blood. As long as it is true love, even if it is blood related, Yuko Iori, you will be my woman from now on."

Makoto Ito's hand brushed her body, her clothes, every inch of her, her figure is so moving, and her skin is well maintained.

Everything about her was perfect, and Makoto Ito's heart was extremely joyful, pressing her body, rubbing her hands back and forth, and the movements were so simple and neat.

She was drunk, everything seemed to be dreaming, deviating from the sense of morality, the moonlight was so beautiful, Makoto Ito and her were carrying out the most primitive instincts of mankind on the soft sofa.

The kid Iori Taiichi?If you die, you will die. Makoto Ito doesn’t care. It’s sad at best. This is human beings. The sadness at the beginning is very painful. Time has passed. After all, it is just a fragment of memory. Who knows a few decades later. Will it disappear afterwards.

Makoto Ito’s spear is like a dragon, and the whole person is leaping over a horse and Mount Hengshan, like Zhao Zilong from Changshan who had seven in and seven out, pierced directly into her body, the white snowflakes all over the sky, everything is going on, the night is so beautiful, this world So big, who would know that Makoto Ito has done something crazy?

Chapter 7 The Prelude to Destroying Sona

I took Yuko Iori into the Kuro card. Before I knew it, the time had become six o'clock in the morning. A new day was also a new beginning. Makoto Ito looked at the calendar hanging on the wall. Today is July 7. .

July 7th, this seems to be the traditional Chinese Qixi Festival, also known as the festival of fire-fighting. Of course, it doesn’t matter to him, it’s still normal. He is used to staying at home and falling asleep peacefully, even in school. Willing to go, rather than wasting time in a boring school, it is better to fall asleep comfortably at home.

Moonshang Liusao, when she woke up again, it was already five o’clock in the evening, and the phone in the house rang. After Makoto Ito took it casually, she heard Jiaer’s voice at first sight, “It seems that there is a Sunafei took me to watch the school’s exclusive performance, so...maybe back later."

"Uh, is that right? I'll go with you."

Makoto Ito yawned, got up and washed his face, put on neat clothes, and replied on the phone.

"Really? That's great, Sona is so annoying, really, but she may be to comfort me, after all, Taiyi brother is dead, but in my eyes, as long as Cheng is by my side Will suffice."

Jia'er on the other end of the phone is sitting in the classroom, looking empty at the weather outside the window, and beside her, stands a girl with short red-brown hair with diagonal bangs.

"Kaer...you..."

Suna sighed. She really couldn't understand why in Jia'er's heart, Ito Makoto's existence could actually make Jiaer give up Taiyi's sadness of death, "When I want to be sincere, I can forget everything. Sad, Sona, you don’t understand, because you have never loved anyone."

Jiaer covered her cheek, rested her chin, and stared at the scenery outside the window.

"Who... who said..."

Suna's face flashed with helplessness, she actually secretly loved Ahe secretly, of course these things have been hidden in her heart and never said it, even Ahe didn't even know it.

"Okay, I'll go to the venue first. After you and Makoto Ito arrive, don't forget to watch Awa's concert."

Suna smiled and reached out her hand to take out the bento in the drawer, which she specially prepared.

After leaving the classroom, she ran straight to the school playground. The concert was a scaffold, surrounded by various wooden objects, and there were some vendors specializing in snacks.

Far away, a figure is walking slowly, he has already come, he just wants to be with Jia'er, after all, it’s the Qixi Festival now, if you can be with the woman you like, it’s really good, handsome. With a faint smile on her face, she might not know that Jiaer was waiting in the classroom, but she walked straight to the meeting place.

There are so many people, it is really not easy to find people you know, "Are you sincere? I'm Sona."

A female voice sounded, and the girl in a sailor suit stood in front of Makoto Ito with a faint smile.

"En...Hello."

Makoto Ito nodded, "Where is Kaer?"

"She is waiting for you in the school classroom."

Suna smiled and pointed to the classroom on the second floor.

"I see, thank you."

Makoto Ito yawned, looking a little cold, with clear eyes watching the surroundings, and the harsh rock and roll sound echoed in his ears. Rock is not bad, but if the level of the singer is too bad, no matter how good the music is Spoil.

"Hey, I really wonder if this person who sings can sing?"

He shook his head with a wry smile. He has a good musical foundation, so he would naturally criticize this kind of thing.

"You...what are you talking about, that's Ah He's voice, Ah He can play the guitar, and many people from other schools come all the way to listen to his concert."

Sona's face is a bit ugly.

"It doesn't matter."

Makoto Ito spread his hands, completely indifferent, "You guy."

Suna stared at Ito Makoto's back, and when the two passed by, Ito Makoto's clothes accidentally touched the bento she was holding, and immediately after the original made bento also fell on the ground. .

The white rice spilled out, and the exquisite food, she was slightly stunned in place, and she was extremely lost, "...this...I didn't mean it."

Makoto Ito smiled bitterly. He really didn't know what bad luck he had, and he would encounter such a thing.

"Forget it... it's okay... you go to Jiaer."

She stood there blankly, but the food she worked so hard to make fell to the ground.

Seeing her like this, Makoto Ito squatted down, picked up the scattered bento and the rice mixed with dust on the ground, put it in his mouth, and took a sip, "You... this is dirty ...How can you eat..."

Suna said in a hurry, her hands pressed on Ito Makoto's.

A little bit of temperature came from the palm of the hand, everything was so incredible, Makoto Ito continued to pick up a piece of rice, and then put it in his mouth again, "Suna’s food is very delicious and tastes great. It."

He was chewing on some sandy rice, and Makoto Ito smiled lightly, staring at him with a faint smile.

"How... how can this be..."