After careful consideration, Watanabeji had already made the decision to return to the Fengji Foundation.
Although she had made up her mind, the girl still felt nervous when she actually stepped into the door of the Feng Ji Foundation.
She looked back at Yadou, who was following her invisible, and felt a little more at ease.
Then, the girl looked forward firmly and resolutely pressed the elevator to the top floor.
Tetsuya Kusakabe had told her that her work was not much, it was just sorting out the materials and classifying them and storing them - this was much simpler than Watanabeji's previous job at Clam.
Even if she is not good at it, she can do it without any pressure.
It was also because of this that the girl felt that Kusakabi's performance yesterday was a bit perfunctory. However, it was better to have something to do than to follow Hibari Kyouya all day long and not be able to do anything.
Watanabe Temple subconsciously shrank her shoulders. After yesterday's experience, she still felt a little scared when she thought of Hibari. This symptom should not get better in a short time.
Unless Hibari Kyouya can show his completely harmless side in front of the girl.
But... Harmless? Hibari Kyouya?
When these two words are paired together, even Watanabe Temple himself finds it funny.
She carefully poked her head into the archives, and found that there was no Hibari Kyouya or Kusakabe Tetsuya in it, but there was another familiar plane head waiting there, who had already told Watanabe Temple what kind of materials to classify.
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"I understand, thank you." The girl quickly understood her job, and then politely thanked the aircraft head.
"Don't you recognize me?" The pilot laughed, "I still remember you. Little A is specifically looking for friends I recommend."
Watanabe Temple was stunned for a moment, and then he recognized the facial features between him and Miss A under the particularly eye-catching airplane nose.
In fact, Ms. A's brother is quite handsome, but...she took a few more glances at the hairstyle on his head, and once again questioned Yunque's aesthetics——
Why do you find such a strange hairstyle pleasing to your eyes???
It is a happy thing to see acquaintances when you are frightened. The girl chatted a few more words with Miss A's brother, but it was only a few words, because the other party quickly returned to his work.
"You have to do your best to work for the Chairman!" These were the exact words of Ms. A's brother.
Watanabeji Hayahara was left confused: "Huh?"
So...are you dedicated?
Or do they really admire Hibari Kyouya that much?
The girl started her work full of doubts.
As I said before, these tasks are not difficult at all, and someone had already sorted them out before she came here. It was more like she couldn't find anything for her to do, so she temporarily assigned a girl to take over the work.
of.
Watanabeji had already inexplicably felt that he had discovered the truth.
She quickly finished all the work and put the last document where it should go. Then the girl sighed at her inexplicable fate for this period of time.
"well."
She cheered up and wanted to walk out of the archives to find Cao Bi and ask about the next thing.
Finally, when she stepped out of the archives door, she was stunned there.
Hallucination? Probably so.
Forget it, let's come back first. It seems that I misplaced some information just now. Let's take a look at it again.
The girl silently retracted her step, then silently tried to close the door and pretend that nothing happened.
But the door was opened the next second.
The "hallucination" she just thought was standing in front of her openly.
A tall man with black hair, a kimono, phoenix eyes, and a cold body was leaning against the door frame and looking at her.
Fake, fake, fake.
"That's him, Hibari Kyouya." The friend next to her ruthlessly shattered the girl's fantasy, "Didn't you say you wanted to test him? Don't run away."
All right.
Watanabe Temple swallowed her saliva early, and looked at Hibari as if she had no intention of putting the crutch around her neck.
The girl boldly asked: "Mr. Skylark...is there something wrong?"
The man just glanced at her lightly: "I said yesterday that I would report on time."
"Huh?" An obvious question mark appeared on Watanabe Temple's head. "I'm not late."
She was extremely sure that when she entered the company, she was before the stipulated working hours. No matter how you calculate it, it is not considered late, right?
"What is your position?" the other party suddenly asked.
"It's the assistant to the president...huh?" the girl responded reflexively. Halfway through the answer, she suddenly understood what the other person meant and made a confused "huh?" sound.
"You mean...I have to go to your place to report?" she asked in disbelief.
The person opposite said nothing,
But judging from the aura around the man, Watanabe Temple probably guessed it right?
The girl couldn't believe how such a person could exist!
Even if you are the assistant to the president, you are not told that your working hours will be calculated based on the time you report to the president!
Her green eyes were half-open, but immediately stopped after meeting the other's cold phoenix eyes.
"I understand, I will pay attention next time." The girl's head hung down in frustration.
Hibari Kyouya nodded, finally showing some satisfaction at this moment.
In his eyes, doesn't his assistant just follow his position all the time? Just like Cao Bi before.
When he originally placed the girl named Watanabe Temple in such a position, he probably had the intention of making it easier to observe.
What to observe?
A trace of confusion flashed across Yunque's eyes quickly, and then he found a reasonable answer for himself——
Observe where this inexplicable concern comes from.
He couldn't find any reasonable explanation, so he could only spend more time observing.
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I no longer feel the smell of danger.
This is the joint judgment of Watanabeji Hayao and Yato.
After a long day's work, both of them breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.
On this day, Hibari Kyouya was a little scary except when he came directly to find a girl in the morning. Other times, he was completely different from before.
At least Watanabe Temple has never felt that strange look of "expecting her to fight with him" again.
Even if occasionally Skylark would keep his eyes on her, it would be indifferently and without any emotion, as if he was looking at a passing kitten outside the window or a bird flying by.
It's always more normal.
Yato said goodbye to the girl. He still had a few accumulated commissions to complete, and Watanabe Temple felt much more relaxed. Yesterday's war and chaos seemed like a dream.
Fortunately, Hibari Kyoya's more positive attitude came out before the ability expired - Speaking of which, the previous targets did not have these problems! No matter how you think about it, it is still the person's fault! - But if the opponent has always behaved like today
Normally, it would actually be in line with Watanabeji's initial thoughts.
He is rich, good-looking, and although his character has some problems, he can guarantee that he will put the people or things he cares about first.
Her thinking suddenly became distorted for a moment, and then she quickly gave up this terrible idea.
This is all just an illusion from before.
After being held around the neck by the opponent's cold silver crutches, this person should be completely! Forever! crossed off her target list!
Even for personal safety reasons!
Watanabe Temple emphasized to himself again.
But...she suddenly remembered the problem of bonding that Yato had mentioned before.
If she had been doing nothing or even escaping, what would be the "accidental incident" caused by the tightening of fate between her and Hibari Kyoya...?
Just when she was lost in thought, she suddenly heard the excited cry of her domestic cat, followed by the sound of it scratching the wall excitedly.
This cat was still a cat that Mr. Watanabe Temple rescued at that time. After the route was cancelled, no one would remember it anymore, so Watanabe Temple had already raised it as his own cat.
"What's the matter, little darling?" She called the pet's name and walked towards where the cat was.
The bedroom window was open, and the outer layer was specially sealed with a grid to prevent the cat from falling.
The gap between the nets was very small, but at this moment, a fat, yellow-fluffed chirp tried hard to get in through there, but was blocked by its overly round belly.