Xiaosan's Youth is Absolutely Correct

Glancing at the faint light under the crack of the door, Xiaosan stretched out his hand to hold the key, and put his finger on the doorbell, but did not press it.

"Let's forget it, go meet first, and then come back."

After hesitating for a moment, he withdrew his fingers and put the key back in his pocket. Xiaosan turned around, walked towards the route he had come back from, left the apartment, and headed for the nearest subway station.

Following the route in my memory, I came to the coffee shop in my memory. The surrounding environment is still the same as before, even though it has been a long time, there is no change.

Xiaosan also forgot how long he has not been here, months, or years?

Anyway, it’s not long, and it’s not short either. Xiaosan, who hadn’t come for a while, stretched out his hand and opened the door. With the crisp jingle of wind chimes, Xiaosan entered the shop full of coffee aroma.

"Welcome light...a strange face has come, do you want something? Uh huh?"

It was still the old man with the goatee, still wearing the coquettish pink shirt and apron, standing behind the counter, entertaining the guests, seeing that it was Xiaosan, the tone of the other party changed instantly Bian, with a bit of teasing, greeted Xiaosan.

"Long time no see, Boss, and... Xiangzi."

The woman who sipped the coffee was sitting at the counter. She didn't put down the coffee cup to divert her attention because of Xiaosan's appearance. Instead, she slowly put down her coffee cup after tasting it carefully. coffee cup.

It was different from before, the feeling of bewilderment completely disappeared from Shoko Sakuma, and what appeared instead was a calm and confident temperament like a mature woman.

The long black silk hair, coiled behind her, is full of freshness, which is very different from before.

"A cup, the boss's freshly ground coffee."

"Humph."

Sakura Sojiro snorted, and went to prepare coffee sullenly. He was only a little familiar with Shoko Sakuma now, but now that Xiaosan came, he vaguely remembered some things from the past, and also for this temperament. An outstanding young girl, somewhat impressed.

As for the identity of the other party... There is no intersection at all, and Sakura Sojiro can't remember too clearly.

Watching the coquettish boss go to prepare coffee, he walked slowly to the side of Sakuma Shoko, sat down, raised his arms to support his chin, and looked sideways at Sakuma Shoko beside him, Xiao San With undisguised eyes, he observed the girl whom he hadn't seen for a long time.

"It seems that you have grown a lot in these years."

"I'm graduating next year."

"so?"

"I can help you."

The slender and tender fingertips landed on the handle of the coffee cup, and the contact between the smooth and beautiful nails and the handle made a clean and clear sound.

The sound of 'ding' disappeared in a flash.

"Help me?"

Xiaosan's eyes were a little surprised. When Sakuma Shoko left, Xiaosan didn't look forward to the return of the other party. He thought that the other party had understood some truths and had his own life goals before leaving.

But now it seems that it is good to have a life goal, but this goal is a bit beyond his expectation.

Noticing Xiaosan's surprised eyes, Shoko Sakuma was not surprised, his eyes looked extremely calm, but extraordinarily firm, as if he would not shake his determination for any reason.

However, after the surprised eyes gradually subsided, Kosan took the coffee handed over by Sakura Sojiro, took a sip, and then sighed.

"If you are interested, you can go to my company to have a look, check for leaks and fill in the vacancies, and see what can be dealt with. Go ahead and deal with it. As for my side, there have been some troubles recently."

Thinking of Shinomiya Kaguya, Xiaosan felt a little dizzy.

It's not clear if she will say something to Chika Fujiwara, and if she says something, what will happen, causing a series of possible accidents, and the coffee in her mouth will lose its fragrance.

"woman?"

"Women are always extra sensitive in matters related to women, but you guessed it right."

"Are you...tired again?"

The words he used were not very decent, and they were not very correct. His fingers circled around the long hair on his forehead. Xiaosan felt that it was time for him to think about the hairstyle.

"No, but the other party's background is a bit big, the granddaughter of the former prime minister, do you understand?"

"..."

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Shoko Sakuma's cherry lips also opened and closed slightly, with a shocked expression on her face, she looked at the man sitting next to her, as for the eavesdropping Sakura Sojiro, because he heard some amazing identity and information, he covered his mouth. With his mouth and nose in his mouth, he bent over and coughed violently...

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Chapter 71. We are tired of what you said

For most people, whether it is the prime minister or the former prime minister, there is no difference in their status in the eyes of ordinary people. They are all the kind of existence that they can hardly touch even in their entire lives.

Moreover, compared to the current prime minister who can often be seen on TV or read on the news, the former prime minister who has retired and disappeared may be even rarer.

Shoko Sakuma knows that Xiaosan often keeps in touch with some girls, but the people she knows and knows are completely within her acceptable range. Even those girls whose family background is better than hers are completely It is understandable that it is in the category of the chairman, but now Xiaosan suddenly said "the granddaughter of the former prime minister".

"...Qiuyue-kun, are you kidding me?"

Still keeping a calm tone, Xiangzi picked up the coffee in his hand, trembling slightly at a gentle frequency.

Sojiro Sakura, who was hiding behind the counter, was selectively deaf. He was going to completely delete and format what he just heard from his mind. He had no interest in understanding such a slightly stimulating content.