Nana Ming is also under special attack today

It was Mr. Nanami's voice.

The goblin nearby probably understood my thoughts, and cleaned up the entrance of the dessert shop quietly, no one was passing by, and even Chi was also earnestly eating with his head down. I saw him squatting steadily on his head like a Mount Tai through the window The cat elf yawned.

However, Nanami-san completely ignored all kinds of barriers set up by the fairies and rushed towards me.

This is the first time I have seen Mr. Qihai running, his suit fluttering behind him, his expression is a little anxious mixed with solemnity.

……in a hurry?Mr. Nanami, is there something urgent to come to me?

When I turned my head, Mr. Qihai passed me by. He hooked my arm and walked to me quickly.

A gust of wind mixed with the temperature of spring rolled up the leaves and dust across my eyes, and I hastily closed them tightly.

"Ms. Takishima, please close your eyes like this for a while."

Nanami-san in front of me said.

"It's too windy, be careful to get the sand in your eyes," he added.

So Mr. Qihai came here specially to cover me from the wind and dust?I almost thought my husband could see the monster too.

——Besides, he even cares about such trivial matters as blocking the wind, and Mr. Nanami is indeed a very gentle person.

Such a gentle gentleman didn't know that there was a little monster in front of him that was swollen and likely to explode. I couldn't see the front, and I was even more worried about whether he would be hurt because he was standing too far forward.

I opened my mouth, but after all, I still couldn't say anything like fairies and monsters to Mr. Nanami, a serious financial worker.

I'd be super disappointed if he got a weird impression of me because of this and didn't come to the dessert shop.

I quietly opened my eyes and tried my best to peek over the shoulder of the tall Mr. Nanami to see the situation ahead.

"Miss Takishima, please wait a moment."

After sensing my movement, Mr. Qihai quickly faced me, raised his hands to cover my eyes.

I was successfully blocked and stopped in place.

With his five fingers together, he looked slender and powerful. He pressed his hand in front of my face, very close to me.

I held my breath, closed my eyes and opened them again, feeling my eyelashes faintly touch his palm.

Does Nanami-san feel itchy?

I started to think about this question seriously, and blinked again. Mr.'s hand jerked back following my movement. He bent his fingers, pressed his fingertips against his palm, coughed, and put his hand down.

I also finally regained my vision.

On the street in front of me, the monster had disappeared. The flower demon and the other little fairies seemed to have been blown to the middle of the road by the strong wind just now. Their heads were pressed against the fence of the green belt in a daze, and their eyes turned into mosquito coils, looking left and right in a daze.

I was relieved.

Probably the little monster was also blown away by the wind.

——After all, I just tapped another little monster’s head lightly last time, and it disappeared in place. It’s not so strange that the little monster will be blown away without a trace by the wind this time. It's their way of life.

In short, it's good to solve the trouble, the little fairies are safe and sound, and they should be able to find their way back to the flower bed to rest in a while, and I can visit them after Mr. Qihai leaves.

I no longer struggled with this question, raised my head and asked Mr. Nanami who suddenly appeared: "What's the matter, sir? I ran over suddenly."

"Leaving work early." Mr. Qihai seemed to be prepared, and explained smoothly, "After seeing the strong wind, Ms. Takishima was still standing there, looking like she was about to fall forward, thinking that there was some trouble So I wanted to come over to help, speaking of which, were you looking at something just now?"

Eh?Did the wind blow when I stood here?

This question flashed through my mind, but before I had time to think about it, I immediately became nervous because of Mr. Nanami's words.

"No, no." I shook my head indiscriminately, trying to get away with it, for fear that my husband would keep asking, "Just to see if there are any new customers, ahaha."

Mr. Qihai probably sensed my embarrassment, and quickly skipped this topic: "Let's go to the store first, Ms. Takishima's clothes are too thin."

"it is good."

I trotted two steps to open the glass door, but before I pulled the door, another hand passed me to hold the door bolt, Mr. Nanami put his hand on top of me, and the gentleman said, "Let me do it."

My fingertips were just touching Mr.'s wrist, and upon hearing that, I obediently let go.

"Mr. Qihai's hands seem to be very cold. Even in spring, you should keep warm." I felt the temperature of my fingertips and suggested to my husband.

"is it?"

Mr. Nanami just followed me into the store, and when he heard what I said, he spread his hands and looked at his palms thoughtfully.

"Of course." Seeing him standing still, I stretched out my hand to grab his hand, and pressed my palm against his wide and rough palm, letting him feel the temperature of my hand, "Look, Mr. Qihai's hand is really cold by comparison. normal."

Chi also saw us entering the door together, looked over curiously with his head poking around, and showed me an "ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" expression.

I just felt it was inappropriate, and hurriedly withdrew my hand, showing my hand to Mr. Qihai: "I just washed my hands, please don't mind."

"……It's ok."

"Then do you mind reaching out again?" I immediately raised my hand, "Like this?"

Mr. Nanami's eyes followed my fingertips dangling in the air and turned around twice, and he slowly put his hand in the air facing my palm—maybe he was not particularly willing to do this—and said: "What's the matter?" ?”

"I just want to take a closer look, Mr. Nanami's hands are so beautiful."

I studied his bony fingers carefully.

His thumb is slightly arched, and the inner side is covered with calluses. I couldn't help but move my hand a little closer, and spread my five fingers to compare the height of the fingertips.

Chi Ye raised his head again, his cheeks flushed slightly, and he whispered: "Do you want to hold hands with your fingers intertwined?"

"Huh?" I was a little surprised, "Is it necessary to interlock your fingers like this?"

"No, it's not necessary." Mr. Nanami answered me first.

I saw that his earlobe was slightly red, and suddenly realized: "Maybe it's because the dessert shop is warm enough, so my hands are always warm. Mr. Qihai's face looks ruddy now. Fortunately, Mr. Qihai is off work today." Morning, stay a little longer, your body will be warm."

Nanami-san tugged at the tie with his hand, and loosely unbuttoned the neckline, and said "Hmm".

"Then Mr. Qihai, sit down first, and I'll help you pour some of today's special flower and fruit tea, which is super fragrant—Chiya, remember to clear the table after eating, and remember to look around the shop for me if there are guests coming. "

"Leave it to me!" Chiya sat on the sofa energetically and waved at me with his back. Unfortunately, because of his size, I could only see a cute little hand dangling from the back of the high sofa. After complimenting him a few words, he lowered the curtain of the back kitchen.

While I was pouring the tea, as expected, guests arrived.

After hearing Akaya's call, I found him standing in front of the cash register in a hurry, trying to find the label of the bread. Mr. Nanami watched for a while, and reluctantly went into battle himself, explaining everything very reliably.

I rubbed Akaya's soft and curly black hair from behind, saw his face full of frustration, and pinched his face to send him aside, and took over Mr. Nanami's work: "Mr. Trouble."

Mr. Nanami nodded to me gently, and led Chiya to sit back on the sofa—probably Mr. Nanami has an inexplicably convincing aura, and Chiya, a rambunctious child, is also very well-behaved in front of him.

"Please keep the two copies of Strawberry Daifuku, welcome to visit next time."

The ticket printing machine rattled out a slip of paper, I tore it off neatly, handed it to the guest along with the dessert box, and sent him out the door.

The guest smiled and said goodbye to me, and I immediately waved to him happily, and stood at the door with the glass door half open until I watched his back disappear into the corner of the street, then closed the glass door and retreated into the room.

As soon as I turned around, I bumped headfirst into Mr. Nanami who was standing next to the sofa with his back to me. I took a step back and rubbed my forehead painfully.

Nanami-san probably didn't expect me to turn around suddenly and immediately apologized to me.

He raised and lowered his hand, passed in front of my eyes, in a very suitable way that would not mess up my hairstyle, with the back of his hand against my forehead, slightly bent his knees, breathed lightly to get closer to me, and pushed my hair away. bangs view.

I looked worried, as if what I bumped into was not a person's body, but some kind of steel wall.

"Are you all right?"

"Pfft, Mr. Qihai is too nervous." I couldn't help teasing him, although my forehead hurt like hitting something iron, but seeing Mr. Qihai was so upset, I didn't want to say it, so I waved my hands and said, "It's nothing."

Mr. Nanami glanced at me, and gently did not say anything to expose it. He apologized to me again in a low voice, took out a pack of tissues from his briefcase, and gently tucked them in the corners of my eyes.

Ah, it was discovered.

I took the paper towel and wiped the physiological tears from the corners of my eyes because of the pain, retracted my hands into the loose sleeves of the sweater, folded the cuffs together and covered my forehead, and rubbed it twice, feeling much relieved.

But did Mr. Qihai add something to the back, a bulletproof steel plate?Or a weight for your daily workout?

...No matter which one is good, it is worthy of being a financial worker in a big company.

The powerful financial worker looked outside the glass door and asked, "Why did Ms. Takishima stand at the door just now?"

"Ah, speaking of which," I was not in a hurry to explain, but because I remembered that Mr. Qihai suddenly turned his head back during the day, and asked back curiously, "I almost forgot to ask, what is Mr. Qihai doing in the morning?"

"Nothing. I thought I left the key in the shop, and found it in my pocket."

Mr. Nanami showed an expression that seemed to be making excuses.

I had a hunch that the reason was not the case, but I did not expose him politely: "So that's the case. In fact, I have nothing to do when I stand at the door. It is my habit to watch the guests leave."

I put my hands behind my back, crossed my fingers, raised my head and smiled at him: "So, if you need it, please feel free to turn around, I will always be waiting for you at the door."

It was warm and cold in spring, and I shrank my hands into the sweater to warm up for a long time, and finally dispelled all the cold touch brought by the touch of the glass just now. Seeing Mr. Qihai's unresponsive expression, I puffed up my chest and proudly added:

"No matter what it is, you can stop, wait for customers, and make customers feel at ease. This is a must-have professionalism for an excellent dessert shop owner!"

Mr. Qihai stood in the warm room, moved the corner of his mouth, and showed a warm smile with a small arc: "I understand."

Chi Ye, who didn't know how many times she appeared, blinked: "Are Miss Takishima and Mr. Qihai dating?"

I pretended to be Chiya as a joke and gave him a look, but Mr. Qihai looked away awkwardly after meeting my gaze.

As smart as I was, I immediately sensed Mr. Nanami's mood.

——Yes, after all, no one likes to be said to have a relationship with ordinary female friends casually, let alone Mr. Qihai has such a gentle and mature personality, he is unwilling to refute the innocent child, and he is unwilling to directly deny the harm I am confident as a woman, that's why I want to avoid answering in a silent way.

As a considerate shopkeeper, I immediately went over to flick the little boy who just joined in the fun: "No, have you been reading some youth books recently?"

"Senior Nioh gave me a novel, if it counts!"

"Is that Nioh-senpai who can cosplay? Not bad, Chiya is also at this age."

"Hey, it's obvious that I asked you guys first, Miss Takishima changed the subject, so cunning."

Hearing what Chiya said, my curiosity also came up, and I exchanged a few more words with Chiya, and the two of them looked at Mr. Qihai who was not moving.

"Mr. Nanami, if you don't mind me asking...do you have someone you like?"