Natsume-kun just wants to live

Chapter 120

"I'm not interested in listening to people tell stories, especially you." Natsume Zehei replied casually.

"Then Natsume isn't curious about Yumi's future life?" Miho Sato said calmly, holding a coffee cup, "I'm still her mother in name."

"Are you threatening me?"

Natsume Zehei looked up at her, and Miho Sato felt an indescribable feeling in his cold gaze. She pursed her lips and took a deep breath, fearing that she would not be able to get out if she was immersed in it.

"Compared with threats, Ms. Sato should consider whether the domestic violence will be exposed by me." Natsume Zehei added some creamer and shook the cup, and the color of the black tea became darker and darker.

"I don't know what will happen to Yumi after the exposure, but you must be completely finished."

"So we are still talking now, instead of tearing the face apart." Miho Sato enjoyed Natsume Zehei's disgusted gaze, took off his Martin boots, and touched the boy's thigh with his toes up.

"Or do you want Yumi to be hurt?"

Natsume Zehei stared at the street scene, lowered his head and finished drinking the black tea and called the maid, "Please pay here."

Miho Sato was about to pay but was stopped by Natsume Zehei. After paying, he picked up the big black umbrella and walked out. Just two steps away, he looked back at Miho Sato with a sharp gaze, "Let's go, this is not suitable for chatting."

"Where does Natsume-kun want to go?" Miho Sato put on his heels and started walking, walking beside Natsume Zehei did not look like a young woman, but looked like his sister.

"A quiet place." Natsume Zehei glanced at her after speaking, "Do you have any suggestions?"

"Of course, my sister knows a lot of good places, which are more suitable for chatting than coffee shops." Miho Sato shrugged.

The raindrops fell on the umbrella surface, and Miho Sato was half a body faster than Natsume Zehei. Her movements were not too fast, as if she was holding a winning ticket, and the sides of her tight trousers were full of charm.

Natsume Zeping followed behind steadily with an umbrella, and suddenly noticed the sight from behind and couldn't help but look back.

"What's the matter?" Miho Sato stopped and waited for him for a moment, noticing the subtle changes on Natsume's face, she couldn't help asking softly, "Is someone following us?"

"It's okay, it's probably my illusion."

Natsume Zeping shook his head and walked forward, the rain fell from the thick dark clouds in the sky, wrapping the city lights in a thick fog, it was clearly early in the morning, but the streets were as deserted as in the early morning.

Miho Sato glanced back at the boy holding the big black umbrella and was a little lost. His eyes shone with colorful brilliance from the street lamps, and the hazy halo turned into colorful tones to lightly reflect.

He didn't stare at himself, but looked at the hazy street scene in the distance as if he was thinking about something.

This can't help but make Sato Miho a little disappointed, she deliberately dressed up but still failed to arouse the other party's interest.But that's right, if a mountain is too easy to climb it is not beautiful, only the most dangerous peaks are interesting to conquer.

Thinking that he would wantonly indulge himself, Miho Sato couldn't help but pinch his legs.

The journey was silent and short, and soon the two of them stopped in front of a business hotel in the busiest area of ​​Shinjuku.

"Do you need a special room to listen to the story?" Natsume Zehei stopped in front of the glass door of the hotel, turned his head and looked at Miho Sato expressionlessly.

"It's quiet and romantic here, the service is very good, and most importantly, the confidentiality is good." Miho Sato closed her umbrella and made an inviting gesture, "It's very suitable for our conversation."

"Sounds good." Natsume Zehei watched Sato Miho's expression noncommittal, and stepped forward to the center of the lobby.

The lady at the front desk cast an envious look, but this look was not for Natsume but for Sato Miho.

This is 'Liu Li Ye', a private club for rich women.

Every woman who comes here is either rich or noble, and the prey they bring are also different.It seems that the young woman at the door was lucky to find a pure boy who has not yet been out of society.

Miho Sato smiled silently and threw a card to the lady at the front desk. The latter was very sensible and only took a few seconds to figure out what the rich woman wanted. The one inside."

A few minutes later, the elevator door on the top floor dinged, and the two came out.

Walking along the road, there are several oil paintings hanging on the walls, the colors are full of classical meaning, and the clean and tidy porcelain tiles are laid on the ground, reflecting the white light of the ceiling lamp above the head, making the surrounding bright and transparent.At the end of the corridor is a stone sculpture of a human head, which looks like a Nordic style.

Miho Sato opened the door and made a welcome gesture, "There are many people in the coffee shop, and I will be on the headlines of tomorrow's newspaper if I hear it."

"I was photographed coming to the hotel with a young boy who can be your son, and it will be on the headlines of tomorrow's newspaper." Natsume Zehei shrugged and walked inside.

"It's all good, but the coffee shop is never a place to talk about secrets." Miho Sato closed the door and turned on the lights. The interior decoration is luxurious and the layout is exquisite. Turning left at the entrance is the bathroom, and the white marble wall is shining brightly under the light.

"Now you can speak."

Natsume Zehei sat down on the wooden chair, clasped his hands slightly, and looked up at the woman directly opposite.

"Would you like a cup of tea? I'm pretty good at making tea." Miho Sato changed the subject and walked forward, heating up hot water and taking out a tea bag, "It's always weird not having something to drink when we're talking, Please forgive my habit."

"It's okay, I have this habit too, take your time."

Natsume Zehei shook his head and didn't care.

The room was very quiet when the tea was being made, and Miho Sato was beautiful like a witch when she wasn't a demon. If she didn't consider her bad personality, perhaps Natsume would be willing to chat with her a little more.

"I was only 17 when I got married." Miho Sato glanced at Natsume, "It's the same age as you are now."

"I think there should be an unforgettable love story in it, but I don't want to hear it." Natsume Zehei glanced at Miho Sato, and caught a glimpse of the black night scene reflected by the mirror wall from the corner of his eye.

"What kind of future can high school students' love have, how can children with incomplete minds take care of each other. I'm not very interested in caring about a mature woman's self-pity about her emotional life"

"Natsume is right, I offer you a toast." Sato Miho handed over the teacup, "What's the use of listening to those vulgar experiences, it's nothing more than remembering the dead and the past."

"He's dead?" Natsume Zeping sensed the problem.

"I did it myself. When I came home at night and saw him and that woman in bed, I couldn't help but find someone to send him to see God, and then wrapped his body and threw it into Tokyo Bay." Miho Sato smiled one time.

"Cruel and merciless." Natsume Zehei made a comment.

"Here I also need to tell Natsume-kun that my father is the president of the Jidao Club, and he also opened the company I work for. If you want to sue me for premeditated murder, I can only say that the darkness of Tokyo will make you You wake up."

"Sounds really good, a person of extreme Taoism will repair my house." Natsume Zehei smiled and didn't care, and didn't drink the tea. "But you still missed the point."

"Yumi?" Miho Sato cast a glance at his movements, "Don't worry, the next step is the key."

"I have a whole night to wait, and I'm not in a hurry." Natsume Zehei raised his glass and shook it, staring at the yellowish liquid under the light.

"She's not my daughter."

"Oh?"

Natsume Zeping froze for a moment, then fell into thought.

(End of this chapter)