Natsume-kun just wants to live

Chapter 214

In the chat group with only three people, a problem suddenly appeared.

Natsume: "Question, what would you do if you were locked in a room with an older, beautiful woman who was interested in you?"

Takatomi Yamato was effervescent very quickly.

Gao Chen: "Pretty woman? How can there be such a good thing?"

Natsume: "It's just an analogy. Do you have any thoughts on this situation?"

Gao Chen: "I like the back."

Yoshihara: "."

Yoshihara: "Bubble.jpg"

Natsume: "Where's Yoshihara?"

Yoshihara: "It's too dangerous, so call the police."

Natsume: "It's not that dangerous."

Gao Chen: "?"

Takatomi: "Quickly tell me where it is, Natsume!"

Natsume Zehei blocked him, and then turned off the phone.

Withdrawing his attention and looking to the side, Miho Sato was sitting upright, talking about something.

On the coffee table, the notebook was glowing with fluorescent lights, and it looked like he was working.

She seemed to be participating in a multinational meeting, the camera only showed her upper body, and the people in the meeting were all dressed formally, both men and women.

Most of them are Asian faces.

When Natsume Zehei was playing with his mobile phone, Miho Sato had spoken, and now he has calmed down and is listening to other people's explanations.

Noticing Natsume Zehei's curious gaze, Sato Miho blinked at him, then pulled down the zipper of the skirt, halfway through, the deep purple color was shocking.

"What are you doing?" Natsume Zehei frowned, turning his eyes away from the color.

"I'm wearing this color today."

"I do not want to see."

"Isn't that attractive enough for you?"

She thought for a while and continued with her actions.

A few seconds later, the skirt was thrown from below by Miho Sato, who was only wearing () (), and she didn't intend to stop watching her movements.

"You're crazy, if the minister comes back and sees—" Natsume Zeping broke out in cold sweat, he looked at the door, and hurried to lock it.

Even if it's not the minister, it's just doctors and nurses who come to check, this matter will be reported.

Natsume Zehei is not willing to lower the favorability level after finally increasing it because of such a stupid thing.

"It'll be fine soon." Sato Miho pursed her lips, a little blush appeared on her face, and she pinched her legs again.

"Give me a moment, soon."

She spoke very fast, and indeed very fast, just referring to the speed of taking off.

Sato Miho took off the ( ) ( ), flicked it casually, and threw it on the sofa.

At the same time, the air smells more of seafood,

Natsume Zeping was about to go out when he heard footsteps outside the corridor.

"Natsume, look at me."

"To shut up."

"Well"

Hearing his indifferent words, Miho Sato was even happier.

It's just that something is always missing.

"Miss Hui will be back soon. If it takes too long, there will be a smell in the air. Hurry up now, and the smell will dissipate." Sato Miho looked at him and said.

"."

Natsume Zeping hesitated in his heart. Although he didn't know whether the minister recognized this smell, but if she really recognized it, it would be difficult for everyone to distinguish.

After thinking about it, he set his eyes on Miho Sato.

Her upper body is neatly dressed, with a smile on her charming face, and her skin is still very well maintained even though she is in her 30s. People can't help but suspect that she is still a young girl.

Lower body. Natsume Zeping didn't look at it.

No one expected that such a beautiful woman would be so promiscuous without even wearing () () behind the camera.

Seeing Natsume Zehei's gaze, Miho Sato stared at him with watery eyes.

"A little closer."

"There are cameras," Natsume Zehei said.

"Sit next to me." Sato Miho patted the sofa, stretched out her hand, then closed her eyes and hummed softly.

Natsume Zehei sat beside him, trying not to pay attention to other places.

The air here was sweltering and uncomfortable. After sitting for less than half a minute, Natsume Zehei felt his whole body sweating.

During the meeting, someone noticed Miho Sato's complexion was wrong, and said a few words of concern.

"Is it all right? Ms. Sato."

"nothing"

"That's good, we thought you were sick."

"It's just a little hot, everyone can continue to report." Sato Miho's rosy face evoked a charming smile, which made the men on the other end of the video stunned.

Although a bit abrupt, they still offered heartfelt compliments.

Natsume Zehei, who was sitting next to Sato Miho, laughed at their praise.

If they knew that the goddess in their eyes did such a thing in private, their impression of her would definitely be shattered.

The meeting continued, and so did Miho Sato's petty actions.

The hand she hadn't touched ( ) lightly placed on Natsume's hand, and then held it.

Natsume Zehei cast a warning look, Sato Miho just shook his head, and then put his hands on his lap.

It's like jelly.

This was Natsume Zehei's first reaction after encountering it.

The air gradually became cloudy, and Natsume Zehei's heart became more and more chaotic.

As his body continued to recover, he became more and more interested in girls. No one could resist the power of hormones.

In this way, Natsume Zehei spent half an hour of torment, Sato Miho's video conference ended, and her needs also ended at the same time.

On the sofa, it was a little more crystal clear.

Without calling anyone, Sato Miho tidied it up by herself, lay down on the uncontaminated sofa, and fell into a deep sleep.

Natsume Zehei opened the window and sprayed some air freshener.

But no matter how he smelled it, he felt a little strange smell.

In the end, Natsume Zehei was constantly entangled, and waited for Megumi Amamiya who came late.

As soon as she came in, she saw the sleeping Sato Miho, "Sleeping?"

"Yeah." Natsume Zehei nodded.

"It's strange. I told her just now that I have something to say." Yu Gonghui frowned.

In her impression, Miho Sato was very efficient and always obeyed her orders, how could that be...
"Maybe I'm too tired." Natsume Zehei quickly explained.

"It makes sense that maybe the tasks I usually give her are too heavy."

Megumi Amamiya stepped forward and pushed Miho Sato.

The latter snorted softly, and after seeing Yu Gonghui coming, he stretched himself on the sofa.

"Miss, you are here."

"There's no need to exchange pleasantries. Drink a sip of tea to wake up, and go back to sleep after the work is done."

"Ah."

Sato Miho poured herself a cup of black tea, after drinking it, she looked serious, and started discussing business matters with Minister Amamiya.

Natsume Zehei was sitting beside her, watching Amamiya Kei, for fear that she might notice something.

"What's the matter with you?" Amamiya Hui frowned her beautiful eyebrows, and looked at Natsume with an unnatural expression strangely.

"It's okay. I just think the minister looks better today."

"Don't say such things in the future, I'm tired of hearing them." Yu Gonghui said with disgust.

"Yes!"

Miho Sato had a serious face, and the seriousness she showed in front of Megumi Amamiya was totally different from before.

It was as if Natsume sitting across from him was just a stranger.

　Calling for opinions, how many people don't want Sato Miho to appear, you can leave me a message...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)