"Five to nine" ignores

Renji Hachiya repeated these two key words, "Why so suddenly?"

"I don't know what Masako is thinking, don't say it's you, we good friends haven't heard anything before." Sha Yeko complained with her chin propped up, "But Hachiya-kun, it's probably too late for you to chase after her now. Well, it's almost four o'clock, and it's at least two hours' drive from Chiba, let alone the traffic jam."

However, Renji Hachiya smiled, "If you don't try it, how will you know it's too late? Tell Yuki for me, and I won't go to the party tonight." One person ran out.

"It's so handsome, it's a super foul!" Sha Yeko looked at the back of the boy who ran out without hesitation, and couldn't help holding her face and exclaiming.

"Wake up, it's not your fault anymore." Chiyo poured cold water on the side rather mercilessly.

It was four o'clock when Masako Mori arrived at Narita International Airport in Tokyo.

After checking in and passing through the security gate, Masako Mori sat in the departure hall and began to wait.

The cell phone in the coat suddenly rang, and Masako Mori looked at the caller ID, hesitated for a while, and connected the cell phone.

"Hello, Hachiya-san?"

"You want to go." The voice of the young man on the other end of the phone was a little unsteady. Hearing the other party panting slightly, Masako lowered her eyes and asked back, "What can you do?"

"Can you stay?"

Masako Mori smiled slightly, and paused every word in a low voice, "No, yes, can." This is not a threat, but a statement, "I want to go back, and no one can stop me." Even if the place she is going to may not be The environment she used to be familiar with.

"Will you come back?" Masako Maori heard the faint sound of the whistle from the opposite side through the receiver, thought for a while, but answered the question inappropriately.

"Hachiya-san, are you going to come to see me? But it's already past four o'clock." She said at the end, with a faint smile in her voice, "Hurry up and go back to class, the two of us are not suitable to be The protagonist of an idol drama.

"If you really like me, come to me when you are an adult, Hachiya-kun."

Masako Mori hung up the phone and put the phone on silent mode.

Renji Hachiya, who was stuck on the highway, looked at the phone that was unilaterally hung up, and couldn't help but slammed the phone on the sofa in the back seat.

The occasional whistle sound outside the window made him flustered even more.

After thinking about it, he still reluctantly picked up his phone and dialed the familiar number again.

Once, twice, three times... Fifteen times, Renji Hachiya heard that Masako Mori never answered the phone, and gradually felt a sense of powerlessness in his heart.

It's not that I feel sad for Masako Mori's behavior of leaving without hesitation, but a sense of relief that this day has finally come.

Whether it was Masako Mori's tidying up, she couldn't see the home she lived in for a long time at all, or her occasional dazed eyes, her resisting but hesitant expression, related to her behavior today, everything has a reasonable explanation.

From a certain time that he didn't know, she thought of leaving.

Because you want to leave, you keep alienating him and rejecting him again and again?

How arrogant, selfish as always, only seeing what he wants to see.

This woman, this woman...

Renji Hachiya seemed to have lost all his strength suddenly, the traffic jam on the highway was finally gone, and the road ahead was unimpeded, but he knew it very well.

He can't get her back.

At least for now, he can't get her back.

Renji Hachiya raised the phone in front of her, and watched the smiling official woman on the screen cover her face with her other hand.

"Let's go back."

"But young master..." The driver wanted to say something, but was interrupted sharply by Renji Hachiya.

"I don't know if I go back!"

"...Yes, Master Lian Si."

So at night, when the plane landed in Nanjing and Masako Mori turned on her phone, she received such a text message.

——Please wait for me, whether it is three months or three years, I will grow into a man you can rely on.

Masako Mori smiled and didn't take this text message to heart. Relying on her memories of being in Nanjing, she took a taxi from the suburbs back to the city, and found a mobile phone business hall to buy a new mobile phone.

And the original mobile phone was easily thrown into the trash can by her.

Starting today, what greets her will be a brand new life belonging to Shan Zhenran and Masako Mori.

first dirt

Two and a half years later, Tianchao, a small town near the sea.

Masako Mori, who was at home on vacation, slept until dawn, until the ringing of the mobile phone placed on the bedside table woke her up.

The man who came uninvited yesterday was lying on top of her and doing morning exercises. Masako Moriya pulled his hair, trying not to let him leave wet saliva on her neck.

"Are you a dog? Don't plant strawberries on my neck. What if the clothes can't cover it later?" She asked in a daze, but her slender fingers involuntarily inserted into the other's hair, occasionally running along the hair. There were a few shallow groans from the opponent's movements.

After being tossed and tossed by the man, Masako Maori, who regained consciousness, took advantage of the time when the man went to the bathroom to clean up, and sat up from the bed wrapped in a quilt.

Reaching out to pick up the mobile phone on the bedside table, Masako Mori glanced at the missed call on the screen, and called back with some helplessness.

"Hi, Winter Flower."

"Sister Masako~" Natori Fuyuka's affectionate voice came from the opposite side of the phone, Masako Mori couldn't help but smiled, hearing the other party act like a spoiled child, even her voice softened a lot.

"Why did you call all of a sudden?"

"Hachiya-kun hasn't told my sister yet? I'm going to get married to Mishima-san (≧≦) and the wedding will be on Children's Day next month. I've already asked Hachiya-kun to send the invitation to my sister. Anyway, Masako Elder sister, please come to my wedding!" Natori Fuyuka finished speaking without panting, Masako Mori smiled and nodded.

"I see, I will definitely go to your wedding."

"Well, it's an agreement, sister Masako, okay~"

"You too, Donghua, feel free to be a bride-to-be."

"Sister Masako, you have to work hard (づ￣3￣)づ Although I can't be your bridesmaid at your wedding, I can be your maiden family."

Masako Mori covered her face and laughed when she heard this, "How come one and two are here to urge marriage recently, I'm only 28 years old and still very young."

"But people just want to see sister Masako and Hachiya-kun achieve a positive result (￣▽￣)."

"Compared to my affairs, you should pay more attention to the dishes at the wedding banquet. Let me tell you first, I have been fascinated by the craftsmanship of the French chef Adams for a long time. If you can, you can try to invite him."

"Hey, Sister Masako is too much. I let Donghua be the villain when I am too lazy to go abroad. Donghua is not happy. Donghua wants to ask Sister Masako to make a wedding cake~"

Masako Moriya laughed twice, and suddenly noticed that the sound of rushing water in the bathroom had stopped.

Just when I was about to turn my head to take a look, a dark shadow had already loomed over me.

"Hey! I'm still with Donghua...uh!"

The mobile phone in his hand was taken away by the other party and hung up. Masako Mori closed her eyes and obediently inserted her tongue into the other party's mouth.

After a breathless kiss, Masako Mori, who was approaching [-] and whose physical strength was not as strong as that of a young man, was obediently defeated by the other party's physical strength, allowing the other party to carry her into the bathroom to wash her body.

"I just heard what Donghua said." Masako Maori, who was lying in the bathtub and let the young man wipe her body with a wet towel, opened her eyes when she heard this sentence, looked at the man next to the bathtub, and signaled herself to listen carefully.

Compared to two years ago, Renji Hachiya, whose appearance has not changed much, mentioned in a joking tone, "Fuyuka has already chased Mr. Mishima, Masako, so when are you going to marry me?" ?”

Maori Masako frowned when she heard the words, and replied with some displeasure, "I'm not interested in getting married, wouldn't it be good to maintain the current relationship?"

She closed her eyes lazily as she spoke, and muttered a few words in a neutral tone, "It's really strange, I've only heard that the woman forces the man to marry, Lian Si-jun, it's really nice of you to be so open and honest. ?"

She stretched out a wet hand to touch the other person's chest, and her delicate and soft voice was very seductive, "Compared to such insignificant things, I think it's better to have a cannon ~ right? manage."

The ending sound was really ecstasy, and with the winking eyes she handed over to eat, the younger brother Renji Hachiya, who had no resistance to this woman's whole body, immediately burst out uncontrollably.

————————The dividing line that the author really can’t get dirty——————

After filling the ammunition, Masako Moriya tried several clothes back and forth in front of the full-length mirror, but finally gave up on covering the hickey on her neck.

This bastard, what are you doing so high?

Masako Mori reached out and touched the hickey on the side of her neck, gritting her teeth silently.

Simply giving up on herself, she found a silk royal blue shirt that matched her complexion and put it on. Masako Moriya tossed her face in the mirror for a long time. This huge project finally came to an end after she put on irregular pearl earrings for herself.

Picking up the shoulder bag hanging on the hanger, Masako Mori walked to the living room to hold her long-awaited boyfriend.

"Does it look older than you?" Masako Mori sat on Renji Hachiya's lap, lowering her head to meet the other's gaze.

"Very beautiful." Renji Hachiya's eyes made Mori Masako feel that he was lying, so she smiled happily, using only one layer of moisturizer on her own.