After the Hong Kong black hat stand appeared

1.

So, you are getting married soon? "

I reached out and used a straw to stir the ice cubes in the glass, and took a sip from time to time, while Hatta sat across from me and said these words almost through gritted teeth.

Well, glad I chose the corner location again.

Otherwise, Hatta's distorted expression alone would be enough to attract the attention of others.

Maybe it might be misunderstood that he was threatening me.

I stuffed a scoop of ice cream cake into my mouth expressionlessly, and my eyes gradually drifted out of the window.Hatta babbled in my ear like an old lady about 'ten dangers of marrying Mr. Nakaya'. I didn't find a chance to interject until he stopped to drink water.

"Hata." Across the table, I leaned forward slightly, and my tone was extremely serious.

Hatta seemed to be taken aback by my overly serious appearance, he dodged his eyes left and right, and said a bit stumbled, "What, what?"

I swear to Aragami, I am absolutely asking the question sincerely, not mocking Hatta with irony.

"Don't you think it's a bit late to talk about it now?"

As I said that, I raised my left hand under the table and showed the bright silver engagement ring on my ring finger.

Hatta's expression went from distorted to stunned, and then quickly changed back to distorted.

"So! I warned you from the beginning, didn't I? You bastard is really..."

He frowned and cast his eyes out of the window, and I hurriedly placed the new desserts in front of him.

"Okay, okay, don't be angry, I'll treat you to a big cake at the wedding!"

Cough, I always feel that Hatta and my grandfather should have a lot in common.

Although Mr. Nakaya and I have been officially together for more than four years, we have met all the parents and elders who should meet, and the friends and classmates who should have met have also met...

However, this does not mean that everyone accepts this matter.

The ones with the strongest resistance are Grandpa and Hatta.

The Fusangshen of Honmaru are not very optimistic about me and Mr. Chuya on the surface, but secretly they help me prepare a wedding gift with integrity.

A knife tailored just for me!

I decided to name it Salted Fish Cut.

My erratic gaze refocused on the person in front of me. I saw Hatta ate up a small cake the size of my fist in two bites. He frowned and puffed his cheeks and said vaguely: "When?"! !

Noticing that his attitude had softened a bit, I quickly took out the invitation I had prepared earlier from my bag.

"The first of next month!"

"Huh?? Isn't that next week? Why are you guys telling me now?"

2.

After finally smoothing Hatta, I immediately went home to meet Mr. Nakaya.

"Sister Hongye and Mr. Mori also gave invitations?"

I took out the juice I made in advance from the refrigerator and sat down against Mr. Chuya's shoulder.

Both of his arms were resting on the back of the sofa, as if he was resting with his eyes closed.After I sat down, his hands hugged me tightly in his arms very naturally, and half of my face was pressed against his chest, and I could clearly hear his heartbeat.

"......Um."

"Oh, that's good." I changed my posture, took a sip of the juice in my hand, and then counted with my fingers, "For me, I have also given invitations to Aunt Sawada's house and Hatta's house, and grandpa's too." It has been arranged, my parents happen to be flying to Yokohama tomorrow morning."

Looking at it this way, everything seems to be ready.

Although the wedding will be held next week, it may be a bit sudden to give the invitation this week, but we have been preparing for the wedding for more than half a year.

Mr. Nakaya's hands were stroking my hair one after another. After lying quietly on his chest for a while, I suddenly felt that something seemed wrong.

I stood up and met his dazed eyes.

The "cold knowledge" that Hatta gave me popularized science suddenly appeared in my mind. I saw Mr. Nakaya's uneasy look, and a bad premonition rose in my heart.

I pressed his shoulders and moved up, and the whole person straddled him directly.Although he didn't quite understand why I did this, Mr. Nakaya honestly stretched out his hand to help me, so that I could sit more comfortably.

I grabbed his collar and looked at him very seriously.

"Mr. Chuya."

"what?"

He raised his head blankly, and stared at me with a pair of blue eyes without blinking, as if he was quietly waiting for my next article.

My fingertips habitually began to play around the end of his slightly long hair. After a few seconds of silence, I said with a complicated mood: "Chuya, don't you want to get married?"

Although it seems a bit damaging to say this now, Mr. Nakaya's appearance of losing his highlights really makes me a little worried.

He was stunned for a second after hearing my words, as if he was reacting.After he fully understood what I was talking about, Mr. Chuya turned pale with shock.

"Huh? What are you talking about?"

He refuted me with raised eyebrows, and then showed an expression of sudden realization.

"Did you meet that bastard mackerel??"

Meow meow meow? ? ?

Now it was my turn to be confused, and I asked back with black question marks on my face: "What does this have to do with Mr. Dazai?"

Mr. Nakaya stretched out his hand and flicked my forehead, with a look of 'Sure enough, it's like this again! ' expression.

"Did he tell you some nonsense, so you started thinking about it?"

Ah, so this is what I said.

I shook my head decisively, denying his words.

Although I did run into Dazai-san a little more often on the road recently, and Dazai-san did say some bad things about Nakaya-san, but——

I can still judge what kind of person Mr. Nakaya is.

After all, apart from Mr. Nakaya, I have never seen a few gangsters/parties who can patiently help the old lady cross the road.

"I just saw Mr. Nakaya's confused face, so I couldn't help thinking about what Hatta taught me."

Mr. Chuya raised his eyebrows slightly, he stretched out his hand to brush the broken hair from my ears back, and then chuckled lightly: "Oh? What did Hatta tell you again?"

I blinked, and gradually recalled the article Hatta once forwarded to me——

#Shock!This is what a man will do before he cheats#

#99 Evidences of Unreliable Fiance#

#Still hesitating?Is the man next to you really your MR.right? #

cough......

It is really hard for Hatta to find these articles.

After thinking about it, I chose one of the articles with a less alarmist title to share with Mr. Chuya.

After he listened to my explanation, his originally flying eyebrows gradually furrowed, and even his eyes looked more confused than before.

"...So after reading this 'Men Silent Women Tears, One Second Teach You to Read Men's Micro-expressions', you feel that my performance is shrinking and resisting marriage?"

His hand on my waist squeezed lightly, I felt a little itchy, so I moved my body lightly, and the two legs kneeling on both sides of Mr. Nakaya's body also rubbed a little his legs.

The two hands that were originally on his shoulders were wrapped around his neck. Mr. Nakaya's eyes darkened slightly, and the palms that were attached to my waist slid up to my back.

Mr. Nakaya pressed the palm of my back firmly, and the distance between me and him was suddenly drawn in.

"Just because of this?"

The eyebrows and eyes that were still tangled just now unfolded, a few chuckles overflowed from his voice, and there was a light smile in his bright blue eyes.

Looking at his expression, I knew that I must have overdone my brain again.My eyes dodged, and the temperature on my face gradually increased.

"...Who told you to sit on the sofa with a confused face just now." I said sullenly, "Ah, this." Mr. Nakaya seemed to have suddenly thought of something troublesome, he stretched He scratched his hair, and then continued, "It's nothing, but the leader talked to me about Pengelie again today."

Oh.

I understand.

This time it’s not that I’m overthinking it, this time I really understand it.

As an authentic black third generation, I discussed this issue with Mr. Chuya a long time ago.Not only that, I also quietly asked my parents for their opinions.

Recalling the response of the unscrupulous parents at the beginning, I said: "It's okay, Peng Gelie and the others don't interfere in the affairs of Yokohama. The people who came to the wedding are only as my family members, and there will be no big problems. questionable."

Mr. Nakaya raised his eyes slowly, and I tried my best to wink at him a few times, trying to reassure him.

"...I hope that day can really pass through safely."

I lowered my head and kissed him on the cheek. The corners of Mr. Chuya's mouth were still tense, but his face softened a lot.

"So, you shouldn't doubt that I don't want to get married now, right?"

Just as I was thinking about how to comfort Mr. Chuya, he suddenly changed the subject and even raised his voice a bit.

I couldn't react for a while, I just blinked blankly.

Seeing that I was silent, Mr. Chuya threw his arms around me and fell to the side——

After a while, I found myself lying on the sofa.And Mr. Nakaya propped his arms on both sides of my body. His body blocked most of the source of the light source, and his slightly long hair also hung down, blocking my eyes.

He bowed his head and kissed my ear a few times, I was so itchy that I hid in the corner of the sofa, but Mr. Nakaya didn't intend to let me go at all.

"No, no doubts! Really no doubts!"

I said these words while laughing so that the flower branches were trembling, and I slapped his body with both hands indiscriminately.As if Mr. Nakaya didn't hear me, he freed up one hand to grab my two hands, and clasped them to my chest.

I just realized something and turned my head to look at him.

Mr. Nakaya just happened to let my ears go.

The two of us stared at each other silently, and for a while, only the sound of my breathing sounded in the whole living room.

After a while, I calmed down and the atmosphere in the room was even more terrifyingly quiet.

I looked into his blue eyes and reached out to stroke his cheek.

After thinking for a while, I blinked and said softly, "Do you want to be here?"

He stared at me for a moment, then kissed me straight away.

The hot sticky/greasy air flows between us, and countless words of "I love you" quietly blend into it.

What else is there to worry about?

The relationship between me and Mr. Chuya cannot be summed up in one or two love words.

Even after going through reincarnation, I'm afraid I can't let go of him.