The straw creates a siphon effect, the soda flows back into the cup, and the orange bubbles surge up. The light from the window reflects in, and the afterglow shines like the setting sun, staying gorgeous for a moment.
The wet fingers filled with moisture from the cup wall reached out and rested on the paper in front of him, which was half a foot high.
"So, these are all information about Yu Yaobao-san?"
Minamoto Noraimitsu looked at the thick stack of documents on the desktop. The first page was printed with dense ink marks. He just casually browsed it and discovered that it turned out to be a directory.
There are about a dozen categories in the catalog on the homepage, and each category has detailed analysis and explanation, which looks as rigorous and coherent as a graduation thesis.
If we just look at the layout and the thickness of this stack of materials.
It is understandable to say that it is a PhD project.
But actually this is a summary of all the information about Oyakubagchaon!
Are you digging someone's ancestral grave?
Thinking of this made Minamoto no Laiguang's scalp numb.
I'm afraid even a master as smart as a master wouldn't have imagined that someone was staring at her like this from behind.
Anyway, if it were him, he would definitely not be able to bear it.
Think about a woman who hates you so much, and then collects a lot of your personal information, and then uses it for other men to attack you. After the attack, she ruthlessly pulls you out and abandons you. It is really very thought-provoking.
fear.
This also strengthened Minamoto Yorimitsu's idea of having an abnormal relationship.
Serious love is like a maggot's bone!
After flipping through the pages of the first chapter, I found that there was also a menstrual record in the imperial medicine bag, which even included regular changes in the past two years.
Minamoto Yoriguang frowned slightly, and finally moved his eyes in front of him.
"That's right." Kamiya Aiko pushed up her glasses, with a gentle smile on her face: "Basically everything is here, including all the things of Goyabukuro-san."
Compared to the delicate aura of Oyakubauchaon's body, Kamiya Aiko undoubtedly has the feeling of being a lady, with a strong sense of good upbringing and gentleness in every move of her hands and feet.
Although she wears glasses, her good looks are not sealed. Last time we met, we didn’t look too closely at her. This time, I found out that she is a good-looking girl.
Her chestnut hair hangs softly on her shoulders. Different from the effects of skin care products, her skin is just right.
There is always a sense of calmness in her beautiful eyes. The oval silver-rimmed glasses not only do not hinder her beauty, but also add a sense of intellectuality.
The corners of her eyes often have a smile that makes people relax, her voice is as quiet and far-reaching as opening a book, and her body also carries a fragrance similar to narcissus petals.
She has the gentle and watery temperament of the lady next door.
If there were more than ten years of aging, the husband would be in danger of losing his job.
perhaps...
She doesn’t want her husband to lose his job, right?
Seemingly strange thoughts popped up in my mind.
As soon as Minamoto no Yorimitsu thought of the heavy thoughts of the person in front of him and the terrifying calculation hidden under that gentle smile, the good impression of the lady next door completely disappeared.
"It's no longer useful for Kamiya-san to give me these things."
Minamoto no Yorimitsu restrained his thoughts, looked at those gentle and watery eyes, and explained calmly: "I have some unpleasantness with Goyabukuro-san, and I really haven't contacted him recently."
Indeed, there was no further contact.
I have also exchanged LINE contact information with my grandmaster.
But since that time when my thoughts were exposed by myself and my ugly selfishness was exposed, I haven't sent any messages to each other. Although the contact information has not been deleted, there is a tacit understanding between both parties.
Kamiya Aiko supported her chin with her hand, looked at him with interest and asked softly: "Can you tell me why?"
"There's no need to ask this anymore, the result is already like this anyway, and compared to your doubts, Kamiya-kun, I think you should answer some questions for me."
Minamoto Yorimitsu chose to refuse to answer unceremoniously. Instead, he squinted his eyes and remembered another thing. He crossed his fingers and looked at her rather aggressively.
"Guest, your coffee——"
The waiter came over with a cup of steaming coffee. After confirming that it was correct, he placed it in front of Kamiya Aiko. He put the tray away and placed it on his chest, nodded slightly, and was about to leave.
"Please wait a moment."
Minamoto Yorimitsu stopped him.
Looking at the waiter who was leaving and returning, he picked up the menu at hand, flipped through it and said, "Please order two Dorayaki, one with chocolate filling, and one with butter toast."
After thinking for a while, he added: "Let's have another ham."
Meat products are the most hungry thing after staple food.
After receiving the affirmation written down by the waiter using a small machine, Minamoto no Yorimitsu closed the menu and placed it next to him, and took a sip of orange juice to relieve the dryness of his throat.
"Did Yuan-kun not have lunch?"
Seeing him order enough food for two people, Kamiya Aiko asked a question at the right time.
"Some things were delayed in the morning." Minamoto Yorimitsu put down the little juice left, glanced at her and said, "Kamiya-san, please feel free to do it if you are hungry. I will pay for it together when you check out."
Aiko Kamiya stroked her chestnut hair, thinking that he had included her, and said with a polite smile: "I have already had lunch, Yuan-kun, you don't have to think about me."
However, Minamoto no Yorimitsu smiled and said unceremoniously: "I just ordered it for myself, so it was probably just enough for me to eat."
This sentence caused the smile in Kamiya Aiko's eyes to pause. It seemed that he didn't expect that he would have such thoughts, but he quickly stroked his hair to suppress the strange thoughts, and the expression on his face pretended to be expected.
His appearance seemed not to be affected at all by Minamoto Norimitsu's words.
There was silence between the two of them for a while.
In fact, I didn't even know him.
It was only a one-time relationship in the library, and even the most basic relationship with classmates was very reluctant. Strangers always had nothing to talk about at first.
After a while.
"Yuanjun——"
"Kamiya-kun——"
Two voices sounded at the same time.
Upon seeing this, Kamiya Aiko smiled gently, without any sign of anxiety on her face. She just raised her slender palm to signal: "Please Yuan-kun, please speak first."
Seeing the opponent's calmness as if he were holding a pearl in his hand, Minamoto no Yorimitsu narrowed his eyes and asked straight to the point: "I want to know how Kamiya-san knows my number?"
"Is it just this? You will know after a little inquiry. Does Mr. Yuan think it is not polite for me to inquire about you? If so, then I sincerely apologize to you."
"I'm afraid you have other things besides asking about me?"
"What happened? I can't remember something, that's all it seems."
"Then who is the person who confessed my love to Oiyabukuro-san for me?" Minamoto no Yorimitsu leaned forward slightly, staring at the girl's cheek, and said with a hint of play: "Pretend to be someone else and control the situation in the direction you want to see.
Development, I think this feeling should be good for Kamiya-san, right?"
"It's as if I am the mastermind behind the scenes and everyone else is just my pawn."
"Doesn't it feel very fulfilling to do this?"
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