After the Hong Kong black hat stand appeared

337.

This apartment is like the kind of high-end apartment that you will see on TV.

Floor-to-ceiling windows, perfect night view, modern design.

I leaned on the window and looked down, always having the illusion that I would step on the air and fall in the next second.

"looking at what?"

Mr. Nakaya came up behind me and looked down twice.

He had already hung up his coat, and he was wearing a three-piece suit, and he even put his hat on the cabinet.

"Just look at the night view."

I didn't look back, but I could see him standing beside me through my reflection on the glass.

I vaguely saw Mr. Chuya's hand clenched into a fist, and then let go.He glanced at me and then quickly looked away.

"...When I entered Hong Kong, Mr. Shiina had already left."

Mr. Shiina?Do you mean grandpa?

I turned around and looked at him with a frown.

The fact that grandpa is a black/hand/party is really beyond my expectation.

So if you look at it this way, the magic tricks that grandpa showed me before...

I remembered the "little tricks" my grandpa once performed for me.

The appearance of the flame jumping out of his palm suddenly appeared in front of my eyes. I still remember that the fire light reflected on the faces of the two of us, and there was a steady stream of warmth.

My grandpa and I hid in the storage room, watching the flames constantly changing postures in his palm.

From a galloping horse to a butterfly with fluttering wings, from a budding rose to me in a skirt.

For a decade, I thought it was magic.

The more miraculous one.

hateful!

I don't even believe such a lie.

"I heard that Mr. Shiina didn't stay in Hong Kong for long before he left."

Mr. Nakaya suddenly added something.

I always feel that he added this sentence deliberately to comfort me.

The fact that my grandfather is a mafia/hand gang only appears in novels or TV dramas, right?

According to this trend, sooner or later my unscrupulous parents will come to me hand in hand, and tell me earnestly [We are actually descendants of a mysterious race, and now there is a secret treasure waiting for you to discover. Baotu, please leave now! 】

"I actually really believe that his supernatural power is magic!"

I stomped my foot angrily, walked around Mr. Chuya, and nestled in the sofa.

He also sat next to me, with a trace of imperceptible caution in his tone.

"Saxi, I didn't mean to hide it from you. I plan to wait for a while."

I'm actually not particularly bothered by the fact that he's hiding his identity.

After all he is the Mafia/Party and I am an ordinary person.As far as I'm concerned, he'd be damned if he'd been honest with each other in the first place.

"Why did it take a while? Is Mr. Nakaya waiting for something?"

I stared at the candies on the coffee table, randomly grabbed one and stuffed it into my mouth, and asked with a little slurred words.

Immediately afterwards, Mr. Nakaya fell silent for a moment.

It's like two people chatting online, and halfway through the conversation, the other party suddenly disconnects.

Mr. Nakaya was not only silent, but also froze there.

What's the matter, is it stuck?

Difficult, does my question involve some secrets? !

Alas!No way?

I'm just an ordinary jk girl, hey——

My brain supplement gradually became outrageous.

Could it be that the grievances and grievances of the older generation have involved us in the younger generation——

What kind of Romeo and Juliet story is this going to be?

I began to lean back tactically, trying to use my protruding double chin as a shield to block what Chuya-san was about to say.

I always feel like he's going to say something incredible...

Mr. Nakaya sat a little closer to me.

One of my eyebrows furrowed.

Mr. Chuya began to look at me with burning eyes.

My two eyebrows are twisted into twists.

"Saxi, I actually met you a long time ago."

Ok?

This, this is completely different from what I imagined.

Things started to develop in a direction I didn't expect.

The twisted eyebrows instantly loosened,

The double chin that had been squeezed out by the tactical recoil also retracted.

I sat down obediently, looking serious as if I was listening to a class.

If I can maintain this state in math class, Teacher Mediterranean will definitely be moved to tears.

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"Meet me very early? When?"

If I had seen it before, I would definitely have an impression of Mr. Chuya.

This is a handsome guy in a suit with blue eyes!

How could I forget!

So I'm now very skeptical of this "very early" definition.

It won't be the time when I can't even speak well...

That's too early.

After hearing my question, Mr. Nakaya chuckled, and the serious look just now faded away and melted into a gentle sea.

"It's very early."

"You must have no impression."

Difficult, is it really when I was very, very young?

Mr. Nakaya is probably caught in some kind of memory.

His gaze was as ethereal as the moonlight shrouded in the sea, and even his tone became softer.

"About a year ago, when you were working in a cat cafe."

Um?Cat coffee part-time job?

Ah, I suddenly remembered.

About a year ago, during the summer vacation, I was introduced by a classmate to work in her sister's cat cafe.

The main job is to entertain guests, order and deliver food.

"You were busy entertaining guests at the time, so you must have not noticed me."

Mr. Nakaya's eyes flickered, and he quickly broke away from the state just now.

His eyes fell on me again, which made me feel inexplicably uncomfortable.

looking at each other or something...

I really can't do it.

I dodged my eyes, and after meeting my eyes, I quickly looked away, and focused on the bowl of hard fruit candies of various colors on the table.

Through the four walls of the crystal tray, these distinct fruit candies are pasted into pieces of color blocks whose original shapes cannot be seen.

"Sashi."

Mr. Chuya called my name, and I, who was aimlessly counting candies, turned my head reflexively.

Whoa.

This, this look, I can't stand it at all.

Is this the charm of mature men?

Mr. Chuya's gaze gave me an illusion.

An illusion that he was only looking at me alone.

"I was going to talk about this last time on the Ferris wheel, but I was interrupted by a phone call. It doesn't seem too late to say something now."

"Saxi, actually I—"

The sound of music comparable to noise sounded.

This sudden harsh musical sound can always play a role in frightening.

I shrugged my shoulders and turned to look at the source of the sound.

Ah, it's the monitor at the door.

Mr. Nakaya quickly walked over and pressed a few buttons.

The harsh music disappeared, and Mr. Nakaya stood at the door and looked at me hesitantly.

Do I have some strange buff?

Why can't the people around me finish talking when it's a critical moment? Hey!

hateful!

Is this my superpower?

#People around me can't finish a sentence#

Cats cry.

I don't know what Mr. Chuya thinks, anyway, I am very bald about this.

Each of you half-talked, and then never brought up this topic again, so I am really anxious to get angry like this! !

Mr. Nakaya opened the door and went out without knowing what he did. After a while, a bald man in a white coat followed him in.

The white coat shook hands with me: "Hello Miss Shiina, I am the doctor invited by Mr. Zhongyuan, please allow me to check it for you."

I nodded, and then the white coat began to look at my wound.

Mr. Nakaya stood aside, looking a little distressed.

The bald man in a white coat brushed away the broken hair on my forehead, cleaned it with alcohol, and then applied some ointment.

I just felt a cool swishing feeling on my forehead.

Well, pretty bald.

After checking the wound in the white coat, he said to me: "The wound on Miss Shiina's forehead is fine, be careful not to touch the water, and eat less spicy food, it should heal soon."

I nodded to show that I understood.

Fortunately, the injury was on the forehead, so it would not be disfigured.

The white coat took out a small flashlight and waved it in front of my eyes.

"Miss Shiina, do you feel dizzy or nauseous?"

I shook my head.

"Do you still remember the recent events clearly?"

I nodded.

The bald man in the white coat breathed a sigh of relief.

He picked out a can of medicine from a small box on the side and put it in my hand, then turned his head and reported to Mr. Chuya: "Miss Shiina's wound is not serious, and there is no concussion at present. Symptoms. But if you have obvious symptoms such as dizziness and nausea later, please go to the hospital for medical treatment. This bottle of medicine is for disinfection, so remember to take it.”

Mr. Nakaya nodded, thanked him and sent the white coat away.

He bent down and stretched out his hand, and took the medicine bottle away from my hand: "Go take a bath first, leave this medicine with me first, if I give it to you, you will definitely forget it."

hateful!

What do you mean you will definitely forget?

It’s good to know this kind of truth, it’s really hurtful to say it!

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I angrily walked into the bathroom in the direction Mr. Chuya pointed.

Since the doctor told me not to touch the wound with water, I simply chose to take a bath.

wow-

Sure enough, a hot bath is to enjoy.

The heat was steaming up, and I quickly stood up before I fell asleep completely.

Then came the problem.

I stared at the half-soaked clothes in a daze.

I, I accidentally turned on the faucet just now? !

Although it wasn't very big, a small puddle of water had accumulated in the pool after I took a shower.

It's over.

I can't wear this dress anymore.

Cats cry.

I'm really going to cry.

This is how to do.

I turned my gaze to the cabinet next to me.

338.

I don't know who is running the apartment, but I thank him!

I found a stack of bathrobes in the locker with no tags removed!

The brand new one!

I quickly picked out one and put it on.

Put on a bathrobe first, and then ask Mr. Nakaya if he has anything else to wear.

I fasten my belt, blow dry my hair, and head out.

After leaving the bathroom, I walked around the living room first, but found that Mr. Nakaya was not there.

Then the movement of the restaurant caught my attention.

"Mr. Chuya?"

I yelled, and Nakaya-san, who was looking down at the tableware, raised his head.

Then his eyes widened for a moment.

"You, why are you not wearing clothes?!"? ? ?

I looked down at the ankle-length bathrobe and my tightly covered chest—

How can this be considered naked? !

"Nonsense! I'm obviously wearing a bathrobe!"

Mr. Nakaya seemed to be allergic, and a thin layer of pink appeared from the neck.

"This, this doesn't count!"

He contradicted me loudly.