Wang Wangzhi, Minister Xiaojing, please stand at attention

The gaps between the strands of light emitted by the sun are so fine that they seem to be integrated, like woven gauze, it is difficult to find the gaps, it is completely natural.

The sun is very good.

The second time I met Jingse Atobe was the morning of the next day. Kurokawa Yu and Setohama went out early, and Irie Yichen went to the company, so Irie Mijin was the only one left, tired of watching the computer, and prepared Going out for a walk, I declined the maid's offer of a follower, tidied up my unchanging attire and went out.

"Hey, Miyazawa-kun." Irie Mijin walked out of the side door and saw the dazed Atobe Jingse sitting under the sycamore tree opposite, "Good morning." She specifically said the surname Miyazawa, because she It feels like he doesn't like being called Atobe Jingse.

"Good morning." Jingse Atobe nodded symbolically, "You know everything?"

"Well, Housekeeper Takahashi told me." She nodded slightly, and completely betrayed Takahashi Feng with one sentence.

Jingse Atobe curled his lips, and stared at the villa fiercely, as if the villa represented Takahashi butler, "It's troublesome.", Irie Mijin heard him say so softly, no matter how pretending he was Like hating Butler Takahashi, but there was no hint of resentment against Takahashi in his tone.

"Miyazawa also likes Butler Takahashi, right?" Mijin Irie sat down next to Jingse Atobe. Because the cross section of the tree trunk is round, the two sat at different angles. Calculated from the center of the tree, they form a An acute angle of 35 degrees.

Atobe Jingse glanced at her dissatisfied, "Who would like him."

"Ma~ Miyazawa-kun is just a child after all, let's be honest." Maybe I spent a little more time with Keigo Atobe, and Irie Mijin's tone can also pretend to be an adult Taste, it just sounds bad to Jingse Atobe.

"Tch, it sounds like you are very old." Atobe Jingse glanced at her, "My birthday is July [-], XX, what about you?"

"Me?" Irie Mijin tilted his head, "It seems to be November 11, XX."

Atobe Jingse snorted as a matter of course, "In the same year, you were much younger."

"How could he be so much younger in the same year." Irie Mijin nodded his forehead, "Little brat!"

Atobe Jingse pinched her left cheek with her right hand like a counterattack, "Who do you call a brat?" There was a kind of coercion in her voice that was no less than that of Atobe Keigo, "Huh?"

"Of, of course it's you!" Irie Mijin thought in his heart that a strong man would go west and never return, and contradicted him without fear of death, and boldly stretched out his left hand to pinch his right cheek. Butler Takahashi didn't know when he would appear On the balcony on the second floor, what I saw was this scene of "pinching each other" under the shade of the trees. The shade of the trees circled on the green grass, and the sunlight passing through the analysis of the leaves shone on the grass beside them. on, forming the shape of speckled dots.

Atobe Jingse lowered his eyes, looked at Irie Mijin's little white hand pinching his right cheek, a smile rose from the corner of his mouth, and the arc became wider and wider, looking extremely brilliant.

Seeing his bright smile, Mijin Irie didn't follow suit but became a little scared, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, his amber eyes blinked in fear, the so-called laughing back from anger, that's why, thinking about it, she symbolized He tilted his head sexually, trying to escape Atobe Jingse's clutches, but unexpectedly he squeezed harder.

"Miyazawa-kun..." She murmured softly, because Jingse Atobe pinched her left cheek, and the evil claw was still pulling her cheek, so her speech was a bit slurred.

"Actually, you can call me Atobe." For some reason, Atobe Jingse's hand became lighter, and she lowered her eyes again.

Irie Mijin stopped struggling slightly, "But I think you will be unhappy that way."

"Then you can call me Jingse." Atobe Jingse smiled, and with the other hand, he took Irie Mijin's little hand away from his face. The process was unexpectedly smooth. She didn't use much force at all, but he But sharp eyes spotted the scab on her palm, "What's wrong with your hand?"

"Then, can I call you Little Se?" Irie Mijin looked at Atobe Jingse's calm hands to torture her left and right cheeks, and didn't care. He didn't use any force, and looked at his own Palm, "It was just pricked by a rose."

Atobe Jingse tilted his head, Xiaose, it seems that he is not bad, he nodded slightly, and said to be careful next time.

"Yeah." Irijiang Weijin smiled, "Xiaose, Xiaose, Xiaose, Xiaose, Xiaose!"

"What are you doing?"

"It's nothing." Irie Mijin smiled softly, as innocent as a child who got candy.

Butler Takahashi had already come downstairs from the balcony on the second floor, "Master Jingse, I should go..."

"I see." Atobe Jingse immediately recovered his indifferent face, didn't he just go on a trip, and then looked at Irie Mijin's puzzled little face, "Next time I will go find you." He said very definitely.

"it is good."

She saw that Jingse Atobe had already walked up the first section of the stairs at the side door of the villa, and she was about to get up and leave, but just as she stood up and turned around, she heard the words left by Jingse Atobe—he really did just now Pull her face long.

"Your face is actually very developmental."