Please gently moisten me with a milkshake

Chapter 29

The old man also cast an unbelievable look, and my old man's face was ashen...

After the meeting was over, I was naturally fined to kneel at the door for a day and a night.Until the next morning when the old man left for the company, he saw my pale complexion and didn't soften his heart. In the end, the part-time auntie who came to clean regularly found that I had fainted and sent me to the hospital.

As soon as I woke up, I saw my sister's worried look, but when she noticed that I opened my eyes, the look disappeared and was replaced by a gleeful smile.

"Do you want to drink water first or eat first, or just start to describe what you did to the old man's meeting?"

Is my sister trying to create what Japanese married women say to their husbands who come home after a tiring day?

—Honey, do you want to eat first, take a bath first, or eat me first?

Pooh!

"Mouth, thirsty." As soon as he opened his mouth, bursts of tingling pain rushed out along the airflow, as if someone had scatter the fine sand on the desert there viciously, burning his throat sorely.

"Himuro-kun, pour me a glass of water, thank you!"

"Cough, cough, cough..." Why is the ice room here? !Sister, what have you done to others!

Ice Room handed me a cup of steaming water, feeling a little helpless in embarrassment: "I met Hua Yuan-san on the road just now, she said that my younger brother was in the hospital, so she brought me..."

A drop of water stuck in the mouth of the cup fell to the mouth of the tiger in the hand.I stared at my sister contemptuously. Even if he used the euphemistic word "bring", I can imagine that this is not the case at all!She must have been "abducted" by her sister "forcibly"!

Seeing my sister pouting in denial, I felt a little relieved.If Ono-senpai met my sister and me that day, it is estimated that it would be Ono-senpai standing in front of me now.In this strange country, she was happy to find a Japanese to take care of me.

This is my sister, she is always like this.

I gulped down a big sip of water, and vividly recounted what happened that day, and the achievements I thought were glorious became the seasoning of life in their eyes, and the two laughed loudly, They almost forgot how much wronged the parties have suffered because of this - although in their eyes, this has probably backspaced into a joke.But I won't admit it.

Himuro took the lead in stopping what could be called a disrespectful behavior to me. He wiped away the remaining tears from the corners of his eyes, "Sorry, sorry, I just think you two are so cute, maybe you will be together in the future?"

"Absolutely not." With that impolite bitch?What a joke!

"So it's possible, the old man may have this intention, and that's why he let you know each other now, so as to achieve the effect of a long-term relationship?" Afterwards, the calm sister made an analysis.

So what if it's the old man?Just because the two sides are not pleasing to each other now, this matter will not come to fruition anyway.

Besides—

"I have someone I like." I said.

"Well, my Xiaoxuan is very dedicated." I drank the remaining water in one gulp and handed it to the helpless elder sister. She shrugged as if apologizing to me.

"Eh?"

I can see his doubts from the ice room's expression, but don't think about it.The previous conversation made him connect the name "person he likes" with "Heizi Tetsuya", and if he thinks about it further, he may guess that "person he likes" is actually "person he loves".At that time, how should you accept when you discover the truth, that the people around you actually like someone of the same sex.

I made up a direction in time and interrupted his thinking, "Ah, the bottle is about to be empty. Himuro-san, call the nurse for me."

My sister seemed to understand what I meant, and made a GJ gesture to me.

The author has something to say: I found that the plot can no longer be dragged on.

Privately try not to let Xiaoxuan walk on the road of Su. OTL thinks this is actually quite normal because there are many rich second generations who start companies around, but I don’t know what you think...

Poor little Xuan, how could Heizi forgive you, go dreaming! << you

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The author has something to say: Because Xiaoxuan's English is gradually improving, she will not write English anymore.Talk directly in Chinese, la la la la~

By the way, popular science-WTF! : what the fuck!

The ice room's casual joke is completely opposite. The two incompatible enemies want to tear each other apart, step on each other's head, and make him/her kneel down and beg for mercy.This is the current situation between me and the blonde little Bichi!

The middle school students' war is staged almost every day. When the teacher steps out of the crisis range that both parties visually detect, the class whose alarm is lifted will start to fight verbally. Bloody - and I'm always at a disadvantage because of speech problems.

Watching her triumphantly utter a string of incomprehensible words, I would bite my lip.

Be absolutely calm, and don't let her find out that she doesn't understand!

The wide-eyed, strange-colored eyes were full of sarcasm.You bastard, one day I will make you regret it!

Having said that, apart from holding an English dictionary in my hand and browsing absent-mindedly, I have no progress in "suppressing the other party".

Compared to when I first got here, I don't have too many problems in my daily life now.

I go to the post office every month, whether it’s a letter or a package, and the recipients are all Kuroko Tetsuya, and as the days go by, the panic rooted in my heart seems to be ravaged like a growth agent. Crash - why no response?Didn't senior Heizi receive it?If it is sent to the school, it should be handed over to him when it is received.But why?

At first, my sister comforted me like this: "Look, there are a lot of exams in school, and the competition is gradually approaching. Maybe he is too busy, Xiaoxuan, don't worry about it too much!" Own.

But after Teiguang's three consecutive hegemony, I have no reason to believe and can only rely on memories to support myself.

I didn't even have the guts to watch him win a three-peat because I was afraid that seeing him refreshed would make me feel like a fool.I was the one who got close to him, but he was the one who grabbed me and fell into it.

My sister told me that she recorded the entire game and watched it when I wanted to.

On this day, I came to the post office after school as usual, and the staff on duty at this time would greet me warmly. I came to the work window of a kind-looking white man, and I was still biting the toast that I hadn’t eaten for a long time .

"You really come here every month. You must spend a lot of money every time you send something to that person. Does your family care about you?" The white uncle always finds topics to chat with me.Although this is a personal matter, I think the relationship between me and him is like a year-end friendship. Occasionally, when he can’t find a topic, he will talk to me about his happy family—that’s not showing off. But proud to share.

"He has plenty of money, and his only requirement is that I be obedient." I answered honestly.

"You kid is really..." I thought, if the window hadn't separated us, he would have wanted to ruffle my hair.

After filling out the form, I handed him the beautifully wrapped gift box with ease, stuffed the last piece of toast into my mouth with my free hand, puffed up my cheeks, and chewed hard.

The white uncle who helped me with the package turned his head and saw me like this, with a helpless expression on his face, "If it weren't for the glass, I would really want to slap your forehead." Wow, how bad!The bitten toast covered with my saliva will squirt out!

The white man smiled dotingly again, nodded and told me that I could go. The uncle and I waved our hands and prepared to leave. Unexpectedly, a familiar voice came from our ears.

"Thank you."

I turned around and it was the ice room.Because it was near the end of the year and the weather was getting colder and colder, he was wrapped in a thick coat. He stuffed a note into his pocket and turned to leave, but he didn't notice that a necklace with a ring on it was covered by a sleeve. Pulled out and fell to the ground.

"Himuro-san, wait!" I picked up the necklace, caught up and patted him on the back, only to realize that the seemingly warm coat can't resist this kind of weather at all, right?It's useless to pretend to be handsome in this weather, even if I'm angry with the old man, I won't make fun of my body-don't mention the hospital, that's the old man making fun of my body!

He turned his head in a daze, and smiled when he realized it was me, and then saw the necklace in my hand, his eyes flashed with astonishment, "Thank you." He took the necklace back.Even though he pretended to be calm, he still couldn't hide the urgency in his actions.

I swallowed the remaining toast scum in my mouth, and said, "It's rare to see Himuro-san come here. After all, there are so many post offices and we meet here, it's really fate."

"Yeah, because it's on the way." He looked away slightly, as if he was dodging?He continued, "Actually, I'm going back to Japan."

"I see. Himuro-san hasn't been back to Japan for a long time, right? Don't get lost when you go back. In just a few years, the street scene will completely change." It turns out that he was here to apply for a certificate.

The moment I stepped out of the post office, I sneezed immediately. I looked at the ice room and looked at the dark scarf I was wearing.

Is this the difference between a man and a man... Height is the same, looks are the same, and now even the physique is the same!god you made man