Chapter 17 Wife (asking for monthly ticket) "Woooooooo..." Mrs. Nohara's hair was disheveled, and the white flowers on her head had fallen to the ground, with the petals scattered all over the place. Aoyama Hidenobu was already dressed neatly, looking like a well-dressed man again, and was sitting nearby smoking a cigarette with a comfortable look on his face. "Thank you for your hospitality. Please leave the Noguchi-kai matters to me." Hearing the word "treat", Nohara Iren felt even more ashamed and closed her eyes without saying a word. "Okay, I'm leaving first. I'll come visit you more often so that you won't be too lonely at home." Aoyama Hidenobu said as he let go of her. When Nohara Yiren heard this, her pretty face became even more bitter. She had complicated thoughts, "Mr. Qingshan, my husband just died. Do you really not mind?" Because some people would feel unlucky, she wanted to stop them by saying this. But she was wrong.

"Madam, this is a plus!" Aoyama Hidenobu laughed and waved his hand casually with his back to her, "Madam, if it's inconvenient, you don't have to send it off." As Aoyama Hidenobu's back disappeared, Nohara Ito withdrew her gaze and turned her head. Tears welled up instantly. "Wuwuwu, husband, don't blame me, I just want to protect the inheritance you left behind, wuwu..." At this moment, the sound of footsteps was heard. Nohara Iren looked up and saw that it was Aoyama Hidenobu who had returned. Her face turned pale immediately, and she looked pitiful and subconsciously tightened her kimono. "Lend me this for Yitian." Aoyama Hidenobu bent down and picked up a large mobile phone on the table and said. This thing is quite expensive now, and pagers are too inconvenient, so he chose to buy it for free. Nohara Ito blurted out, "That's my husband's legacy, Mr. Aoyama, you can't use it..." "Madam." Aoyama Hidenobu interrupted her impatiently and said with a smile: "Aren't you also your husband's legacy?" Nohara Iren's cheeks turned red with shame. She was so angry and annoyed that she had nothing to say. She could only watch him leave with her husband's mobile phone. Holding the mobile phone, he walked out of the Nohara family's door again. The wind blew towards him, and Aoyama Hidenobu felt refreshed. He casually called Fujimoto Ryoichi. Just this year, Tokyo updated its telephone program-controlled network, eliminating the need for intermediate operators, allowing calls to be made directly to the target, which is much more convenient. "Moshimoshi, I'm Fujimoto Ryoichi." "Ryoichi, I'm Aoyama Hidenobu." "It's Detective Aoyama." Fujimoto Ryoichi's address was very formal, which was just to remind Aoyama Hidenobu that we were not familiar enough to call me by my name directly, "Is there anything I can do for you, Detective Aoyama?" "The weather is nice today, Ryoichi-san, would you like to come out for a drink?" Aoyama Hidenobu seemed not to hear the emotion in the other's tone, and continued to do his own thing. Through his brief cooperation with Fujimoto Ryoichi in the murder case of Nohara Atsushi, he found that although this guy was a hard-working person who would do anything to get ahead, he was indeed quite capable, especially in terms of networking with all kinds of people. He wanted to ask him specifically about the Noguchi Society. Hearing the other party still calling his name, Fujimoto Ryoichi was a little annoyed, and said sarcastically with a veiled emotion: "Detective Aoyama, it's working hours now. I am not like you who have a boss to take care of me and dare not leave my post without permission. If you have something to say, please make an appointment with me after get off work." He had just been transferred to the Criminal Division two days ago, and this was Nakayama Akihiro's base camp. He had been isolated here and didn't dare let his superiors catch him in any way, otherwise he would definitely end up in a bad way. Why was he transferred to the Criminal Division? Wasn't it to make room for Aoyama Hidenori? So why didn't this damn bastard feel any guilt for being the one who caused him to suffer this? And he acted so intimately.

"Ah! Is that so?" Aoyama Hidenobu sighed with some regret, and said nonchalantly: "I wanted to tell you how to break the shackles of being a non-professional, but since you don't have time, forget it..." "Mr. Hidenobu, we will be hosting the Ginza Senjo Kaiseki Ryori in an hour. Please do come and have a look!" Fujimoto Ryo's expression changed instantly, and his tone was warm and sincere. Aoyama Hidenobu smiled and said, "Sure." Ginza Senjo Kaiseki Ryori is a very expensive restaurant. Fujimoto is quite hard on himself when it comes to bleeding. It's his academic qualifications that limit his development, otherwise he would definitely have a bright future. ............................... Ginza is undoubtedly the most prosperous and lively place in Tokyo. Even though the economy is in a downturn now, it is still bustling with people and there is no trace of desolation or loneliness. After arriving at the restaurant, Aoyama Hidenobu gave his name as Fujimoto Ryoichi and was taken to a private room by the waiter. The camphorwood door slowly opened, and Fujimoto Ryoichi inside saw Aoyama Hidenobu, and immediately stood up to greet him warmly and respectfully, "Hidenobu-san, please take a seat." Aoyama Hidenobu returned the greeting slightly and went in to sit down. The waiter slowly closed the camphor door again. "Hidenobu-san, let's have a drink first. The sake here tastes very good." Fujimoto Ryoichi filled Aoyama Hidenobu's glass and raised his glass to invite him to drink with him. Aoyama Hidenobu first glanced at the exquisite dishes on the table, then picked up the wine glass and said, "I'm sorry for letting Liang Yi-san spend so much money. Let me toast you with this glass of wine." "You are so polite, Hidenobu-san. I have actually wanted to invite you for a drink for a long time, but I never had the chance. Thank you for your courtesy today." Fujimoto Ryoichi lied without blinking, raised his head and drank it all in one gulp. He put down the glass, put his hands on his thighs and bowed solemnly, "Please give me further advice on what you said on the phone, Hidenobu-san." This shows that he is really anxious. Not even willing to pretend to be reserved. There was no way. This matter was almost becoming a knot in his heart, and he believed that Aoyama Hidenobu also knew this, so there was no need to pretend in front of him. It’s better to be direct and appear more sincere. (End of this chapter)