"Five to nine" ignores

Girl, take advantage of the opportunity! "

"Yes!" The girl who lowered her head and was filling out the form replied energetically.

Masako Mori couldn't help curling her lips when she saw the other party's so energetic appearance. She lowered her head and her eyes fell on the form that the girl was filling out. Although it was the opposite side, she still saw the other party's name clearly.

——The name is Winter Flower.

She tilted her head, looked at the girl's exposed half face, and couldn't help thinking about it.

This name seems to be really suitable for me.

After sending off the girl named "Natori Fuyuka" with a smile, the bored Sako and Mori Masako started a new topic.

"Masako, do you know what I'm thinking right now?" Sha Yeko opened the conversation with a rhetorical question.

"What are you thinking?" Masako Mori, who was about to rewrite a registration form, tapped her cheek with the cap of a black marker pen, and asked back with a smile.

"My sixth sense tells me - we ELA, before next spring, there will definitely be a lot of people leaving the singles!"

"Puchi——" Masako Maori laughed without giving any face. She shook her head and lowered her head to continue to copy the registration form. My sixth sense also tells me that among the people who can leave the group next spring, you will definitely not be included."

"Hey! Masako, you!" Sha Yeko almost jumped from being trampled on.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Masako Mori apologized without sincerity, stopped the pen in her hand and wanted to hand over the copy to Junko Sakuraniwa, "I'll go find Teacher Junko first." She reached out and clapped Patting Sha Yeko's shoulder, "Don't worry, I will definitely accompany you."

She turned and walked away from the front desk to Junko Sakuraba, stretched out her hand and patted the other person's shoulder, "Mr. Junko, congratulations." Masako Mori put the registration form in her hand on the other person's table in the eyes of the other person who didn't understand. On, continue to say, "Congratulations, just now, a student named you."

seventh see

The work in the morning was terrible, except for the reception of three people who came to sign up, the rest of the time at the front desk was almost spent in a leisurely manner.

"Masako, are you going to eat? I found a great restaurant yesterday, let's go together." Saeko hooked Maori Masako's shoulder affectionately, half coquettishly half seductive.

Unexpectedly, what she got was the answer from the other party who shook her head and refused, "No, I have other things to settle at noon today." After she finished speaking, Xiang Shaye shook the phone in her hand.

The sharp-eyed Shaye immediately noticed the information displayed on the screen of the mobile phone. She reached for Masako Mori's mobile phone, and leaned in front of her to read it carefully again.

"Why is it this Mr. Oshima again? By the way, this number...doesn't seem to be his original one?" Saeko looked at the helpless Masako Maori, and couldn't help feeling a little worried.

"Well, his previous number was blacklisted by me, but..." Masako Maori rubbed the center of her brows, feeling that this sudden incident has become very difficult.

She has always liked straightforward relationships between men and women, and it is not completely incomprehensible for Yuanshen to like this kind of ambiguous behavior like a green tea whore, but when this kind of trouble falls on her, she still Will feel very headache.

"Are you going to reject him personally?" Sha Yeko is not ignorant of the story between her friend and her suitor--a very clichéd romance novel plot--a rich playboy fell in love with the sweet-looking Cinderella at first sight, I have been trying my best to pursue each other in various ways.

But...Masako Mori suddenly laughed, "I'm not interested in this kind of horse-like man at all." She subconsciously recalled the text message from last night, and couldn't help but deepen the smile on the corner of her mouth.

As a well-behaved child in the eyes of her mother, she would not have any relationship with this kind of straight male cancer who exudes hormones anytime, anywhere, and at the same time looks down on women, thinking they are superficial and vulgar.

After figuring this out, Masako Mori glanced at the address mentioned in the last paragraph on the phone, then took the phone back and walked into the locker room.

When Masako Mori arrived at the address mentioned in the text message, Toshiichi Oshima was already waiting inside.

"I'm really sorry to keep you waiting." Masako Mori walked to the agreed position and pulled the chair away before the other party got up.

"It's not a big deal, Ms. Masako, I would also like to thank you for giving me such a chance to show my gentlemanly demeanor." Oshima Sui smiled gracefully. If she was an innocent little girl, she might be reduced to a so-called uncle in no time. control.

Masako Maori missed the obvious seductive eyes of the other party. She called the waiter and ordered a glass of boiled water with just the right temperature for herself.

"Is there anything else Ms. Masako needs? This hotel also has shares in our Oshima family. If Ms. Masako needs it, I can..." Oshima Tosuichi habitually showed his financial resources to women intentionally or unintentionally.

Masako Mori shook her head, her smile was so sweet that people couldn't raise their vigilance, "I don't like to owe favors to strangers, sorry."

The atmosphere at the dinner table froze for a second, and then Toshiichi Oshima smiled and wanted to change the topic, but was interrupted by Masako Mori first.

"Mr. Oshima, I have to go to work in the afternoon, so please stop talking about such meaningless topics. You are a smart person. I believe you should know why I agreed to your appointment." Just as the waiter brought boiled water , Masako Moriya held it in her hand, and her cold fingertips gradually became warm.

Oshima Toshiichi was not angry at being so unceremoniously humiliated by the woman he liked. He reached out his hand and made a gesture to Masako Mori, "About this issue, why don't we discuss it while eating."

Masako Mori rejected the proposal without changing her smile, "Please allow me to refuse."

"Okay then." Oshima Suiyi showed a helpless smile, as if tolerating an ignorant child, "Miss Masako came here to tell me that we are not suitable?"

inappropriate?This statement is really subtle.

Masako Moriya picked up the glass and took a sip of water, hiding the mocking smile on her lips.

"Please don't disturb my life anymore, Mr. Oshima." She lowered her head, her eyes resting on the pattern on the glass in her hand, "If I did something that misunderstood you, then I'm here to tell you Apologies, after today, I hope we can return to the distance of strangers."

"Miss Masako, is this trying to reject me?" He raised his eyebrows, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his lips, asking the question straightforwardly.

"Yes." Masako Moriya also nodded bluntly.

"If I remember correctly, Ms. Masako's goal is to marry a man with an annual income of 1000 million. If that's the case, why don't you consider me?" His tone was unconsciously mean, a kind of The sense of condescension was immediately exposed.

Masako Moriya shook her head, and raised her index finger to her lips.

"Mr. Oshima, please remember your gentlemanly demeanor. Don't you think it's too much to force a woman like this?" She bent her eyes, with a sincere smile on her face, "I don't need marriage, Mr. Oshima." She stared at the other party, and repeated every word very seriously, "I don't need it."

Oshima Suiichi was silent for a while, and then he propped his cheeks and let out a muffled laugh.

Masako Mori didn't know why, so she slightly exerted force on the hand holding the glass.

After a while, Oshima Toshiichi stopped laughing. He propped his arms on his chin and looked at Masako Mori with an extremely strange look.

Masako Maori felt goosebumps all over her body when she saw the other party's gaze as if she was looking at some rare object, and she couldn't help turning her head away from the other party's sight in embarrassment, "Since the conversation has been said, then I will excuse you, Mr. Oshima." She let go of the cup, "I hope we don't..."

The words she said were interrupted by the other party's bold action, Masako Mori stiffened her body, staring at the other party in astonishment, and then easily reached out to hold her hand.

A trace of anger flashed across her face, and after she was in a daze, she reflexively wanted to shake off the opponent's hand, but it was too late.

The palm was firmly held, and the sense of restraint made Masako Maori subconsciously want to resist.

"If this is the case, then I don't want to give up even more."

Hearing this, Masako Moriya raised her head and bumped into the other person's eyes, and couldn't help sneering.

"Stop using yourself as the leading actor in an idol drama. Don't you feel too shameful when you say this kind of line? I don't need you, as long as this is enough."

After finishing speaking, she broke free from Oshima Touichi's hand, stood up and left without looking back.

eighth see

When going out along the revolving glass door, Masako Maori bumped into someone head-on.

The other party accidentally tripped under her feet, and Masako Moriya subconsciously wanted to grab the door frame, but forgot that this was not the sliding door she was used to, so she missed it for granted.

Leaning forward uncontrollably, Masako Mori stumbled.

The delicate palm was scratched by the rough road surface, revealing slight red marks. Although the knee also hit the ground, but because of the cushioning of the pants, it did not suffer much damage.

Masako Maori, who was already uncomfortable in her heart, was even more unhappy at the moment.

She bit her lip and just wanted to stand up with her own strength, when a hand was stretched out in front of her.

"Are you OK?"

This one