Natsume-kun just wants to live

Chapter 119 The Mature Woman's Story

The sky darkened quickly, and the light rain that was flying and falling fell silently.Pedestrians glanced up and quickened their pace, or left the company anxiously or hastily.

Sato Miho walked hurriedly with an umbrella in her hand, looking down at her watch from time to time.

On the way here, it started to rain, the fog filled the sky and the grayness was thick, and the dim street lamps came on earlier than usual, shining a warmer yellow on the faces of passers-by.

The wind chime at the entrance of the coffee shop was jingling by the breeze mixed with drizzle. Miho Sato ignored it and pushed open the glass door, and the crisp voice of the maid came from behind the door.

"Welcome, what would you like to order?"

"I'm looking for someone."

After answering briefly, Sato Miho turned her head and glanced out the window. The rain stream made meandering water marks on the window, and the sound intensified. After she arrived at the coffee shop, it officially started to rain heavily.

Sato Miho casually put the umbrella into the basket at the door, took out a small mirror to look at the person in the glasses, took a deep breath and walked in with a smile on her face.

After walking a few steps, she smelled the unique smell of black coffee in the shop, which was mellow and strong, which relieved the nervous Miho Sato and gave her free time to look around her surroundings.

The interior layout is in warm colors, and the heating is blowing from the top of the head continuously. There are two rows of bookshelves in the center of the room. It can be seen that the owner of the store is in a good mood. There are everything from foreign classics to popular novels. All the sitting guests took a sip of coffee slowly with a book in hand.

Miho Sato looked around with some emotion, young people always have a unique vision, there are not many quiet places suitable for conversation, this store is obviously one of them.

Following the clerk's instructions, Miho Sato soon found the boy sitting by the window.The boy noticed the sight coming from a distance with his head, and tentatively waved his hand to greet Miho Sato.

She pursed her lips and walked up quickly, took off the overcoat she was wearing, and threw the small satchel on the sofa beside her.

"Sorry, it's a bit late."

"It's okay, I just arrived, what do you want to drink?"

Natsumezawa raised his hand, called out to the maid in the distance, and then shifted his gaze to Miho Sato.

She is wearing a beige turtleneck sweater with a full and exaggerated upper body and black straight-leg pants on the lower body. She is slim and elegant. From clothing matching to makeup and temperament, she highlights a mature beauty as a whole.

"A cup of mocha," Sato Miho said and looked at the person in front of him with a smile on her face, "What do you want to do with me today? Although I am very happy, I don't think you are here to chat."

"I heard that Ms. Sato's company is in charge of house renovation?" Natsume Zehei ordered a cup of black tea and put down the menu to meet her eyes. "So I would like to trouble you to come here for a chat today."

"Renovation?" Miho Sato couldn't help laughing, "Which specific aspect is it? Did Miss Amamiya tell Natsume what I do?"

"On the top floor, the minister just told me to come to you, and then gave you your phone number." Natsume Zehei said, "If it's not convenient, you can change someone. I don't mind the trouble."

"No, it's just me. But we can talk about business matters later. Why don't we talk about other things if the environment here is so good?" Sato Miho raised her face with one hand and stared straight at her.

Natsume Zehei nodded and agreed with Sato Miho's opinion, when asking for others, his attitude should be lowered.

But he didn't speak next but kept silent, he really wasn't in the mood to chat with a pervert.

"Natsume's attitude is really cold." Sato Miho took the mocha handed over by the maid, and kept stirring it with a spoon in her hand until the cream and coffee were mixed together, then she picked up the coffee cup and took a sip.

"Ms. Sato should understand why this is happening." Natsume Zehei also behaved normally when she was not sick.

"You can just call me Mihoko, the lady is so out of touch." Sato Miho smiled with spring in her eyes.

"Actually, I have always had a few questions, but I don't know whether I should ask." Natsume Zehei noticed the sight from the window, turned his head and glanced, but found nothing.

"I think this question must be very personal."

"I don't know if it's private or not." Natsume Zehei withdrew his gaze, suspecting that he felt wrong.

"If you want me to give an answer, it depends on Natsume's sincerity." Sato Miho smiled and blew into his ear, and then took a deep breath of the faint fragrance from his neck, "Do you understand what I mean?"

"What do you think?" Natsume Zeping's expression turned cold. If she hadn't asked for something, she would have gotten up and left by now.

"Ah, ah, just kidding, why is Natsume so serious." Sato Miho stared at Natsume Zehei with a pair of seductive peach blossom eyes, "You can ask first, and it depends on my mood whether to answer or not."

"Is this character of yours born?" Natsume Zehei said.

"Who can tell the difference between this kind of thing? It depends on the eyes. I have never had this kind of symptom in my previous life, but I suddenly awakened after meeting Natsume. Do you think it is born or acquired? of?" Sato Miho spread her hands.

"Why me?"

"Why not you?" Sato Miho asked him back, "You have a different experience from your peers, a completely different personality, and an extremely outstanding appearance."

"I have read your information before. It is the document placed in front of Ms. Amamiya's desk. I lost my parents when I was young, and I have no relatives to lend a helping hand. It is really strong to be able to live in this environment. And I like tough men, I like their persistence."

"It sounds interesting." Natsume Zehei was noncommittal.

"The so-called love at first sight may be the truth."

"We are far apart in age, I can even be your son." Natsume Zehei took a sip of black tea, but the next words made him choke.

"You like this way of flirting? It's not unacceptable." Sato Miho smiled proudly and meaningfully, "It's easy to achieve this. You can play this game with me at home after marrying Yumi, but it's just a process It's very dangerous, if a passer-by catches me, I won't be able to get along in the company."

"I think you misunderstood. I was refusing just now." Natsume Zehei wiped the corner of his mouth.

"I didn't misunderstand." Miho Sato shook his head, "That's what I thought just now."

Natsume Zehei was silent for a while, and decided not to entangle her on this topic.

"How long has Yumi lived in that environment." Natsume Zehei stared at her with a calm face, "You know what I'm talking about, and you know what the answer I want, if you want to pretend to be confused, the conversation can end , because I'm not interested in anything else."

"Seven years, eight years, I don't know the exact number." Miho Sato stroked the coffee cup, and looked at Natsume Zehei, whose expression was getting colder and colder, and became more excited.

"Have you ever regretted it?" Natsume Zeping asked.

Sato Miho was silent for a while without answering, but just showed him a provocative smile.

Seeing her grinning, Natsume Zehei felt an unexplained anger for no reason.

"I wonder what the reason is? Everything needs a reason."

"There is no reason, because I like to do it, so I did it." Sato Miho watched him, "People are complex and changeable."

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Natsume Zehei was silent for a while, losing the idea of ​​talking to her.He tapped his fingers on the table lightly, looking a little impatient.

Sato Miho didn't say anything, just quietly staring at the drizzle outside the window.

The long rainy season this year is a bit outrageous, and the gloomy weather always makes people feel restless.

"Hey, want to hear my story?"

(End of this chapter)