(Additional Update)

"Do you want to listen to what you are saying?" Nanamiye frowned.

"You, a painter, have the nerve to talk about me?" Perhaps realizing that she was talking too much, she quickly changed the subject: "Tell me, why is he being so stubborn?"

Qihaiye was a little hesitant whether to tell the story about the little guy.

But in the end she couldn't bear that her niece was the one who was kept in the dark.

If you really have to choose someone, it must be Mao instead of Izumi Mio or Amamiya Chizuru.

Who let her watch Mao grow up?

"Do you believe there is pure friendship between men and women?" Nanamiye asked.

Asai replied: "Maybe."

"What if that boy is Natsume Naoki?"

"That's fart." Asai said a dirty word lightly.

"Do you know that the two girls named Izumi Mio and Amamiya Chizuru in the company where little Natsume is interning are also involved in this matter?"

"I know, he told me."

"Then you still..."

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a long time, and Asai whispered softly: "I owe him. As long as he has me in his heart, I won't care about anything else."

"It's not like you didn't hear what he just said." Qihaiye frowned slightly: "He doesn't think you owe him anything."

"He thinks it's his business, why do I think it's my business." Asai's tone was very soft, but with sharp determination: "If you don't have anything else to do, just hang up. If you call me, it means he is coming back.

"

"Oh, think about it yourself."

Why are these two little guys so stubborn in this regard?

Stubbornly believing that what the other person thinks is only their business, and what you do is your own decision.

Nanami paused for a long time, and after hearing the tone of the phone hanging up, she said softly: "Not counting those bastards from the Asai family, I am your last relative in the world after all. A person's heart is only so big.

The more you get, the less you get...I am your aunt, of course I hope you can be happy, I can't control others."

Asai didn't hear this sentence, she knew it all too well.

Perhaps just like Natsume Naoki couldn't say those words to Asai personally, Nanami Ye couldn't say those words to Asai personally.

It's not because she's shy, it's because she feels unworthy.

When she abandoned the mother and daughter and ran away alone, perhaps just like Asai's childish words when she was a child, she became a traitor, and even said such excessive words to her sister, and was heard by the young Asai.

Now you say something like "I am your aunt, and I hope you are happy." Although it is sincere, it has no meaning at all.

After Natsume Naoki left, the phone was hung up and there was no one to talk to her anymore.

In the extremely quiet darkness, Nanami remembered that the water and electricity in the house had been cut off, and there was no heating or air conditioning.

Is this what Mao usually does, cleaning this house alone?

Qi Haiye seemed to be able to feel her loneliness and isolation.

And deserted.

She pulled up a small stool and sat in the living room, using the moonlight to look at the oil painting hanging on the wall, her masterpiece.

Suddenly, she thought of that little blue figure again.

With such warmth, people miss warmth the more they are cold; with such peace of mind, the easier it is for people to remember the good things when they are lonely.

She hugged herself gently, thinking deep down in her heart, was it possible to find that person in this life?

On the other side, in the bedroom on the second floor next door, just a dozen meters away.

After Asai hung up the phone, he listened to the noise coming from downstairs and whispered softly while stroking the screen of his phone.

"Whether it's Izumi Mio or Amamiya Chizuru, I can accept it as the punishment I deserve. But you are different. The last piece of truth is on you. How do you want me to face you?"

She sighed: "Obviously I'm planning to let it go."

She would never forget waking up from the hazy state of mind and seeing the miserable look of her brother Naoki lying on the ground.

I can't forget that Brother Naoki still had a doting smile on his face despite this, as if he didn't feel any pain.

He touched his face with his blood-covered hands and said softly, "Live the life you want from now on and live well. Since you hate the name Asai, why not call her Nanami Mao from now on! It sounds good... and

Your aunt actually loves you, don't hate her... In fact, she didn't have a good life in Tokyo."

That tone, and the blue flash in his eyes, didn't look like a child at all.

"Dong dong dong."

There was a knock at the door.

"Enter."

Natsume Naoki opened the door and walked in, just in time to see Asai gently wiping the corners of his eyes.

"What's wrong with you?" he asked, "Are you still sad about Nanami's school doctor?"

Upon hearing this, Asai looked up at him.

Thinking of what he had just heard on the phone, her face suddenly turned red.

"Yes, I'm very sad now, so what should you do?" She looked at him seriously and pursed her lips, as if giving a hint.

Asai usually has a very strong character, but now he has red eyes and red cheeks. He raised his head and said, "Yes, I'm just sad. I'm unhappy. Don't come to comfort me."

Stand there and be the doorkeeper?”

So he couldn't hold it back and stepped forward to hug her gently and kiss her.

Both of them enjoyed the kiss, it was so long and so indulgent.

It's like all the emotions are melted together.

So couples really have a magical relationship, and love is also a very magical emotion.

No words, no language in the world, can compare to the deep love of a kiss.

So Naoki Natsume hugged her and was about to fall.

Unexpectedly, Asai gently shook his shoulders and broke away from his arms, and he bounced away from his body.

What kind of strange maid?

"Cool it for four days, don't think about cheating." Asai gently slid the tip of his tongue across the corner of his mouth, his eyes narrowed in a coquettish way, but he lowered his lips with his hand and shook his fingers.

No traffic ahead.

The cruelest thing in the world is nothing more than this.

Natsume Naoki felt regretful for a while.

"Really four days?"

"It's been three days since tonight. Why, you can't bear it even for three days?" Asai tilted his head and looked at him and said softly, "I've been able to bear it for ten years."

"Okay, okay!" Natsume Naoki raised his hands to signal his surrender, and then showed her the hair that he had been holding in his hands.

"What you want."

Asai took the hair, looked at it under the desk lamp for a moment, and nodded.

She carefully collected the hair and continued to knit the sweater.

Natsume Naoki felt that sex was not the only thing that could express love, so she was quite happy just watching Asai knitting sweaters quietly like this.

Of course, if there is no so-called four-day cooling, then let’s talk about it separately.

"Did you knit it for me?" He leaned over with his head on his hands, unable to hide the happiness on his face.

Asai glanced at his triumphant look, but did not refute. He nodded lightly: "I hope I can get out before the next snow."

"I have a lot of thick clothes, including sweaters," Natsume Naoki said.

"But there is nothing I knit for you." Asai looked at him, "Which one do you choose between the one I bought with money and the one the girl knitted for you?"

"I'm afraid it will be troublesome for you. It looks like a lot of trouble." He scratched his head.

"That's good." Upon hearing this, Asai immediately pretended to stop: "You have said so, then I will stop knitting and buy you one."

"No, that's wrong, that's wrong," Naoki Natsume waved his hands repeatedly: "That's wrong, I shouldn't have gotten the advantage and acted like a good guy... Then what, you must be tired and thirsty from knitting sweaters, why don't you take a break first, and I'll go and give it to you

You wash some fruits."

After going downstairs, I took peeled apples and bananas from the refrigerator to make salad. I hummed a little tune and was busy in the kitchen, carefully handling every piece of fruit.

Natsume Reiko and her husband looked at each other and smiled meaningfully when they saw their son's proud look.

It seems that the matter of the daughter-in-law is stable!

Open the champagne at halftime!
To be continued...