Chapter 1,130 Unlucky Kishida

Koro City.

The entrance of Jiang Chen's villa.

"the weather is nice today."

"Yes, the weather is nice." Fumikuma Kishida forced a smile, and without giving Jiang Chen a chance to interrupt, he quickly pushed a document in front of Jiang Chen, "Look, we have joined the Earth Defense Alliance. Now Should the defense tax also be..."

"Haha, it's easy to talk," Jiang Chen, who had just returned from Coconut Island, laughed, patted Kishida's dry shoulder, touched his pocket, then looked around a few times, and spread his hands with a rather annoyed expression. He said, "Look... there's no pen nearby. Why don't you leave the document with me first and have it delivered to you after I sign it another day?"

"No, no, no, I have a pen here." Kishida quickly took out a pen from his pocket and handed it to Jiang Chen. He smiled apologetically and said, "I'll give it to you. You can sign it now."

"Tsk——"

Kishida pretended not to hear the "tsk" sound, and looked at Jiang Chen with a smile on his face, as if he wouldn't leave if he didn't sign today.

Since Japan joined the Earth Defense Alliance, Japan has offended the United States to death, so it has wholeheartedly embraced the three countries of New Zealand, China, and Russia. The territorial and historical issues that the former Prime Minister was making trouble even dare not to mention again. .

However, when Kishida Fumikong happily went to Jiang Chen with the agreement to lift the defense tax, he found that he could not find anyone.

That’s right, we can’t find anyone!

This made him anxious! First, he didn't expect Jiang Chen to be such a rogue. Second, if the defense tax was lifted one day later, Japan would lose an extra billion, which he really couldn't afford to waste. So he, a dignified foreign minister, actually started working as a paparazzi, blocking Jiang Chen's doorstep all day long.

Huangtian paid off. After waiting for almost a week, Jiang Chen, who had just returned from wandering around the apocalypse, finally blocked him at the door.

Thinking that he had no excuses, Jiang Chen sighed and reluctantly picked up the pen. However, at this moment, his eyes suddenly lit up, he looked at Kishida Fumikong, coughed slightly, "I suddenly remembered that today is Saturday, not a working day -"

As soon as he heard that Jiang Chen was planning to make excuses again, Kishida Fumikong couldn't sit still, stared at Jiang Chen, and said with a tragic face.

"Mr. Jiang, don't be kidding. I know you have been avoiding me these days, but we have joined the Earth Defense Alliance. In other words, we are now comrades squatting in the same trench.

Why do you bother to make things difficult for us again? If you are angry about the joint military exercises a few days ago, I can kneel down here to apologize to you. I just ask you to clear up the past grudges and treat us equally. "

But your knees are worthless.

Of course, Jiang Chen just thought about this sentence in his heart. If he really said it out loud, it would chill the hearts of his allies. Now that Japan has abandoned the dark side and turned to the bright side, he should not continue to make things difficult for any reason, and give them a chance to be at the forefront...

"Haha, Mr. Kishida is joking, I'm not the kind of person who holds grudges." Jiang Chen pretended to reach out and took his arm, "You're too young to kneel down or anything like that."

You don’t want that, I still want that.

He picked up the pen again, and under the gaze of those small green bean-like eyes, Jiang Chen signed his name on the signature of the document.

After getting the documents, Kishida bowed repeatedly to thank him, declined Jiang Chen's invitation to go in and have a few drinks, and got into his own car and left without saying a word. Even if the document is signed, it will take one or two working days to remove the defense tax. Every second he delays now is a waste of money.

After seeing off the Japanese Foreign Minister, Jiang Chen opened the courtyard door and returned home.

When he walked through the entrance, he happened to see Natasha sitting on the sofa with champagne in hand, enjoying the pleasant noon time.

"What's wrong? Did you lose your money?" Looking at Jiang Chen who had just come back from outside, Natasha whistled playfully and joked to him.

"I did lose money." Jiang Chen nodded honestly.

Not only was money lost, but a lot of money was lost.

When he thought of those billions, he felt a little heartache. If he had known, he would have returned from the apocalypse two days later.

Even if the money is saved, it will not go into his pocket...

"If you lose it, just throw it away. You have so much money anyway." Taking a sip of champagne, Natasha let out a short burp, rolled her eyes and said, "You're not bad at that."

"You drink during the day, I won't worry about getting fat to death." Jiang Chen imitated her and rolled his eyes.

"Really? It's obvious that I can't put it down," Natasha snorted, giggling, and puffing out her chest in annoyance.

"What I like is there, not there." Jiang Chen bared his teeth and claws viciously.

Not only was Natasha not afraid, she also raised the corners of her mouth and moved her eyebrows provocatively.

"All my flesh grows there. If you don't believe me, come and try it?"

Try it?

Just give it a try!

There happened to be only two people at home, so Jiang Chen didn't have any scruples. He instantly transformed into a big bad wolf and pounced on them unprepared.

Well, Natasha didn't lie.

Jiang Chen swears to God, all her flesh is on her breasts. It is said that Slavs are prone to belly fat, and I don’t know how she maintains it. The well-proportioned and elastic vest line on her lower abdomen is more addictive to touch than her breasts...

After enough fighting, Jiang Chen finally breathed heavily and let go of Natasha, who was exhausted from being tortured.

I thought she had to take a nap, but I didn't expect that as soon as she turned over, the tiredness on her face was wiped away. Her toned legs were clamped around Jiang Chen's waist, and she took advantage of Jiang Chen's unpreparedness with a little force. Pushing forward, she tightened her legs and sat on his lower abdomen.

So scheming! It turns out that it was all just an act!

However, he thought that he had taken enough advantage and had to give it to her no matter what, so Jiang Chen ignored Natasha who looked proud, rolled his eyes and lay there to rest, letting her ride on him." "Show off your power" and regain your poor self-confidence as an agent of the Security Bureau.

"To be honest, sometimes I really can't see through you." Her fingers drew circles on Jiang Chen's chest, Natasha squinted her fox-like green eyes, like a Persian cat catching prey, lazily He looked at Jiang Chen from top to bottom, "Sometimes I think you are like an extremely vulgar businessman, always talking about profit. But sometimes you just don't act according to common sense, and you don't want anything. You can do anything with your life."

"Don't talk about you, even I can't see through myself." Staring at each other with those green eyes, Jiang Chen suddenly sighed and said helplessly, "You said I guarded the three acres of land well." Divide the land and be my local emperor, why bother so much? Maybe when the harmonious and civilized colonial ship flies over, Superman, Spider-Man, etc. will pop up, and in the end it will have nothing to do with me."

"What are you talking about? I don't understand why." Natasha didn't recover from Jiang Chen's jumping topic for a moment, and looked at Jiang Chen blankly, "But if extraterrestrial civilization really comes, , even if you want to guard that place and become your local emperor, you won’t have the chance, right?”

"That's hard to say." Jiang Chen shrugged and said noncommittally.

A century was enough for Lin Lin to take people through time travel. When the time comes, all he needs to do is take his family and hide in the end of the world, and no matter how much harmonious civilization digs up here, he won't be able to find him.

Of course, this is a last resort option. (To be continued.)