Celebrity ex-girlfriend got revenge on me

Chapter 494 You Can Sleep Anywhere

Kitahara Kento was stunned for a moment. She had to put on a plaster cast and wear a splint. It looked like her foot was seriously injured.

He walked over, looked down at Amamiya Masahira's right foot wrapped in plaster, and asked, "How is it going?"

Takeshita Akane said vaguely, "That's the situation. You can't go out and move around. You have to rest for a while." She paused, quickly changed the subject, and said in surprise, "Kitahara-san is cooking? Miss just said she was hungry."

"I'll leave the lady to Mr. Kitahara. The president has assigned me a lot of work. I have to go back to work overtime tonight. Bye." Takeshita Akane didn't give Kitahara Kento a chance to ask her again. She let go of Miss Amemiya who was sitting in a wheelchair and hurried away without caring about her.

Kitahara Kento stared in a daze as Takeshita Akane left in a hurry, and then looked at Amemiya Masahira who was sitting in a wheelchair in a daze.

He reached out and took the crutches that Amamiya was holding and asked, "Where are the CT scans you took?"

"What it is?"

Kitahara Kento skipped the question and asked, "What did the doctor say?"

"He didn't say anything. He just installed these things for me and left." Amamiya Masahira looked down at his right foot trapped by the white stone and the splint fixed on his leg. He raised his head and asked in confusion, "Am I seriously injured?"

Kitahara Kento remained silent. There was no way to answer this question. It was hard to say.

Although he is not a doctor, he has personally experienced ankle sprains.

Kitahara Kento really doubted whether it was really necessary to go to so much trouble to put a plaster on a sprained injury with bruises, and even install a fracture splint. Was this too serious?

"It doesn't seem to hurt anymore. Can it be removed?" Amemiya Masahira, who was sitting in a wheelchair, muttered as he bent down, tried to pull off the fracture splint, and tapped the white plaster with his fingers.

"That thing needs special scissors or an electric saw to be taken apart."

"Let's eat. The porridge will be ready soon." Kitahara Kento walked behind her and pushed the wheelchair to the dining table. Then he went to the kitchen and put the chopped celery and mushroom slices into the casserole of chicken porridge.

When Amemiya Masahira saw him cooking in the kitchen, he couldn't help but push the wheelchair over and look over.

Kitahara Kento glanced at the little homegirl Amamiya and asked, "Do you usually cook for yourself?"

Amamiya Masahira fanned the air towards the casserole a few times, sniffing the aroma while saying, "Of course, who are you looking down on? I'm very good at it."

Kitahara Kento expressed his doubts about this. He put down the spoon and pushed the restless Amamiya homegirl back to the dining table.

"Just wait patiently, it will be ready soon."

Five minutes later, he placed two bowls of chicken and shrimp porridge on the plate and brought it to the dining table.

"Let it cool before eating. Be careful not to burn your tongue."

Kitahara Kento sat down and used chopsticks to knock away the spoon that Amamiya Otaku had put into her bowl.

Amemiya Masahira had no choice but to lie on the table in boredom, watching the steam rising from the bowl listlessly.

After a while, she suddenly remembered something, looked at Beiyuan alertly, and then glanced at the secret observation room secretly.

Kitahara Kento pretended not to see anything and nothing happened.

Of course he snuck in while she was at the hospital.

But since she didn't ask, there was no need for me to say it myself.

And even if she did say it herself, she would probably be able to pretend to be deaf and dumb.

  Thirty minutes later, Kitahara Kento watched her finish her porridge.

"How did you know it was me and find me here?" Amamiya Masahira asked in a low voice. To Kitahara Kento's surprise, she actually took the initiative to talk about disguise.

Kitahara Kento cleared the dishes and brought them to the kitchen sink, turned on the faucet, and said as he washed the dishes. "Your eyes look very familiar. Your sign language is so incoherent that I completely doubt your identity. And you know every time I go out to perform on the street. Putting these clues together and analyzing them, it's not difficult to figure out who 'you' are, and you live near my house."

He could understand why the little otaku girl Amemiya had such a strong desire to perform, and why she would pretend to use sign language every time she saw him.

She just wanted to use sign language a few more times to deepen her character and make the "mysterious lady is a mute" seem more realistic.

But her innocent little mind failed to realize that some things, the more times you do them, the easier it is to expose your true colors.

If the "mysterious lady" had only used sign language once when they first met, and had communicated with him using typing on their mobile phones in the future, he probably would not have deliberately learned sign language, and would not have been able to tell that the "mysterious lady" was pretending to be mute, let alone wait at her doorstep like he did tonight, waiting to catch her.

The little homegirl suddenly wanted to talk about disguise, and Kitahara Kento took the opportunity to ask her, "Who gave you the idea to pretend to be dumb and use sign language?"

"Sister Akane." Amemiya Masahira said in a low voice.

Kitahara Kento was silent for a moment. The idea was a good one, but the person who executed it was not very smart.

He felt more and more that he was being tricked by Ms. Takeshita.

He had come into contact with Akane Takeshita more than once or twice, whether meeting her in private or learning about her from the news. He firmly believed that Ms. Takeshita's business ability was undoubtedly excellent and her mind was smart enough, otherwise she would not have been appointed by Aunt Ritsuko as her daughter's all-round personal assistant.

Kitahara Kento thought to himself that with Ms. Takeshita's intelligence, she should not be unaware that the more the fool Amamiya did, the more mistakes he would make. It is very likely that she deliberately turned a blind eye and deliberately pushed the fool Amamiya into the trap.

Kitahara Kento turned off the faucet and glanced at the idiot Amemiya lying on the table.

It is clear at a glance that Ms. Takeshita's goal should have been successfully achieved.

"What are you thinking about?" Amemiya Masahira asked, lying on the table and looking at him.

"are you sleepy?"

"a bit sleepy."

Kitahara Kento pushed the wheelchair, took her into the bedroom, and stopped it beside the bed.

Amemiya Masahira stood up on one leg, threw himself onto the double bed, rolled a few times, and rolled next to the pillow.

She glanced at Kitahara Kento who was still standing behind the wheelchair, rolled over again without making a sound, and lay down on the inner side of the double bed. Then she turned her back and whispered, "I'm going to sleep."

"There's one room left."

The empty room was naturally her secret observation room.

Now that he had found this place, he knew exactly where the secret observation room was heading.

Things have developed to this point, and it is no longer possible to conceal it. Sooner or later, he will see that room. Instead of trying to cover it up, it is better to let him sleep in that room. At least by doing so, my reasons can seem a little more real.

"I moved here three days ago."

Kitahara Kento was speechless. Three days ago? It should have been about three quarters ago.

He said nothing and did not expose the flawed lies of the little otaku girl Amamiya, and continued to listen to her performance.

"Sister Qian slept in that room before. If you don't like it, you can sleep wherever you want."

Amemiya Masahira covered herself with a blanket, turned her back to Kitahara, and muttered in her heart: "I didn't ask you to sleep on the floor, and I didn't forbid you to go to bed. If you climbed onto the bed, it wasn't me who invited you, you wanted to climb up on your own. My foot was injured, so I couldn't stop you."

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