"Five to nine" ignores

"Is this the way you talk to your mother?" Mrs. Maori frowned. Even though she was over fifty, she was well maintained and looked no more than 30 years old at most, and her every move was particularly charming.

Masako Mori took a deep breath, and apologized simply, "I'm sorry, but my friend is still waiting for me, sorry."

"No need to go." Mrs. Maori has always been domineering, and at this moment Masako Mori is still a girl of fifteen or sixteen years old, and she arranges her time in a flat tone, "It just so happens that I have an appointment with the wife of the Takagi Foundation , you come together."

Masako Mori understood the implication of the other party the moment Mrs. Mori said her plan.

She raised her head, clenched her ten fingers hanging by her side into fists, and her complexion was a little pale because of the stimulation of these words.

She gritted her teeth and asked sternly.

"Mom, am I that cheap? I'm rushing to marry a man who doesn't know the truth."

"You were already born when I was your age." Mrs. Maori's tone was still as flat as water, as if she was just chatting with others.

Masako Mori hated the feeling that she was like a commodity for sale.

She suppressed the anger in her heart, turned her face away from looking at her, "Sorry, I can't do it."

She paused, seeing Mrs. Mao Li's calm expression out of the corner of her eye, a sudden evil thought arose in her heart.

She slightly lowered her voice, and her sweet voice was a little weird, "Mom, can't your failed marriage experience wake you up?

No matter how handsome and gentle your father is, you still can't keep him in his heart, and the consequence of stalking him is that he's separated from you.

It is impossible for a woman not to have an enviable wedding..."

Maori Masako's voice suddenly dropped again, "Mom, where do you put your feelings? It's not sad not to be with someone you like, but I can't stand living with someone you don't like." .”

"There's nothing you can't bear. Your father and I came here in the same way." Mrs. Mao Li waved her hand with a look of disapproval.

"So you should be more aware of the consequences. I don't want to be like you." Masako Maori's gaze was almost glued to Mrs. Maori's body, "I don't want my child to be born in the same environment as me and be instilled with wrong ideas by you."

"And, as I've said, I have a boyfriend now."

Mrs. Maori finally showed an angry face when she heard this, "Your little boyfriend? I have already inquired. He has an older brother, but he can't get the second son of the inheritance, and it is said that his private life was chaotic before. I don't know. What's so good about this kind of man? Wait for me to solve it. "

"Please don't say that about him." Masako Mori had regained her senses at this moment, "I like Renji very much, your opinion is irrelevant to me, and we don't need you to intervene."

"It really is that the wings are stiff." Madam Mao Li smiled, showing a cold taste, "No matter what you think, I am doing it for your own good, I am your mother, and I am the only one in this world who knows what you need most. "

Masako Mori took the trouble to correct her mistakes, "It's your need. You married your father because you were vain, and you want me to be like you because you have low self-esteem. In the end, it's just to save your face.

"My friend is still waiting for me, I'm sorry, I'm leaving first, I hope you don't bother me again."

Masako Mori stopped looking at Mrs. Mori's reaction, and walked past her firmly.

Back in the box, Masako Moriya returned to her original position and sat down.

"Sister Masako has been away for a long time." Natori Fuyuka, who was sitting next to her, leaned over her head and complained secretly, "Didn't you see Hachiya-kun?"

Masako Moriya was taken aback, then turned her head to sweep the table next door, and the bee house was nowhere to be seen.

"Mr. Hachiya saw you going out just now and followed you out. I thought you two made an appointment to ask for sauce."

Maori Masako couldn't help but smile wryly when she heard Natori Fuyuka's words, she raised her hand and flicked her forehead, "What are you thinking, little girl?"

"It doesn't matter, sister Masako is late anyway, fine wine and fine wine!" Natori Fuyuka suddenly yelled, and several other women at the table who had also drunk a lot and were a little bit drunk all started booing.

"Fine! Fine!"

"Then I'll punish myself with three cups." Masako Mori followed suit, winking at Natori Fuyuka in a naughty way, and poured herself a glass of beer.

"Beer is not intoxicating." The well-known Te Donghua suddenly became interested, and proposed enthusiastically, "I remember there is a bar downstairs." She muttered to herself, stretched out her hand to call for the waiter, and whispered in the other's ear something.

Seeing Natori Fuyuka's nonsense, Masako Mori just smiled and didn't stop her.

It just so happened that today, she really needed to drink away her worries.

tenth dirt

At the end of the party, Masako Maori was carried back to the hotel by Renji Hachiya.

The woman in her arms was still quiet even though she was drunk, lying obediently on the bed and curled up into a ball.

Renji Hachiya put a kiss between her eyebrows, his eyes touched the unnatural blush on her face, he smiled silently, and reached out to touch the other's face.

This look is much cuter.

He lowered his head to bite the white earlobe of the other party, as if he wanted to wake her up on purpose.

Masako Moriya moved her body a little, subconsciously frowned and stuck her head into his embrace, calling his name in a daze, "Renji..."

Renji Hachiya reached out and brushed the hair covering her side face behind her ears, and then gently wrapped her fingers around Masako's hand resting on the pillow.

"I am here."

Masako Moriya seemed to have heard his voice, and opened her eyes as if she was sleeping but not sleeping. The dark brown eyes were full of ignorance, and the unfocused pupils and the watery eyes were just looking at it.

She stared blankly at the void for a long while with her eyes open, before she gradually regained consciousness.

"... Lian Si." She called his name again, her voice was much clearer than the previous one, but it was also weak.

She opened a pair of watery eyes, and her tone of voice was subconsciously coquettish.

"I want to eat plums."

Mostly still drunk, Renji Hachiya thought that the other party would come and tell the truth after drinking, but unexpectedly heard this sentence, he couldn't help laughing, which immediately aroused the other party's doubts, although he didn't speak, but However, Renji Hachiya seemed to see the almost materialized grievance and doubt on the other party's face.

"Okay, I'll get it for you." Renji Hachiya subconsciously treated her like a child, her words were coaxing, but her actions were not slow.

Turning over and getting out of bed, Renji Hachiya took out a bag of plum sugar from the bedside table and opened it, took out one and fed it to Masako Mori.

Masako Maori swallowed the food obediently, and the sour taste in her mouth made her frown at the same time.

He was obviously still feeling drowsy, but he pulled himself together, his moist eyes made his throat tight.

Renji Hachiya bullied her, kissed the corner of her somewhat pale mouth, and then easily broke through the defense and invaded wantonly.

The mouths of each other are full of the taste of plums, sour and sour, and they can still taste a little bit of sweetness in the end.

Renji Hachiya leaned on the pillow with one hand, reached out with the other to find Masako's right hand, which was gently and calmly clasped.

The plum sugar was completely melted in the mouth, and there was no obstacle, but it didn't feel that the fun was lost because of it. The two kissed more deeply and lingeringly. It was obviously just a kiss, but it was more like a blend of water and milk.

It took a while to leave panting, and Masako Mori's lips were obviously red, and the moist red was even more beautiful than lipstick.

Renji Hachiya was not much better, her complexion was rosy, and there seemed to be flames hidden deep in her eyes.

Masako Mori, who was awakened by this kiss, couldn't hold back a smile when she saw the other party's desire and dissatisfaction.

Then the other party immediately pressed down again, swallowing her aggressively.

Not to be outdone, Maori Masako raised her head and went forward.

After another entanglement, it was Masako Maori who had almost lost her lung capacity and gave up first.

Panting slightly and leaning against the other's chest, Masako Mori closed her eyes, but after all she was so tormented that she lost sleepiness, and instead felt inexplicably empty.

Her involuntary thoughts diverged to Mrs. Mori, she thought about her performance at night, and then turned her mind to Renji Hachiya.

She suddenly rose up, turned over and became the master, and Renji Hachiya obediently followed her on the opponent's body.

She stretched out a hand to support her boyfriend's ear, and as she lowered her head, her waist-length hair slid down her shoulders, and a few strands fell gently and forcefully onto Renji Hachiya's face.

Masako Mori noticed that he was getting closer as he brushed away the obstructing hair and lowered his head at the same time.

The corner of the lips that he licked is very close at hand, but its owner deliberately does not let him touch it.

Masako Mori didn't know what was going on with her today, she was clearly sober, but she was still teasing her with the excuse of being drunk.

She lowered her eyes slightly, her long eyelashes were thick and curly, which was a natural beauty.

Because of the relationship between female superiors and male inferiors, even though Moriya Masako lowered her eyes, Renji Hachiya easily caught the flash of bewilderment in each other's eyes.

Then, not allowing him to think too much, she suddenly approached him with a plum-like breath, and then stopped suddenly at a distance away from him.

Renji Hachiya's eyes flashed, and he was about to say something, but was caught by Masako Mori.