Chapter 325 Missing you deeply (two in one)

The head maid bowed to say goodbye and went to chase Amamiya Chizuru, but Amamiya Konma waved her hand, indicating that she didn't need to chase her.

"Go down and do your work." He said to the head maid.

"I see."

With the sound of the door closing, only Amamiya Konma and Natsume Naoki were left in the room.

"Chizuru has been like this since she was a child. Don't be surprised." Amamiya Konma stretched out his hand and said, "Sit down and talk."

There is always some psychological pressure when sitting face to face with the richest man. Even if the other person is the father of his schoolmate, Natsume Naoki doesn't know whether this classmate friendship can be approved by his father.

Look, this is the adaptability of a scumbag.

It's hard to say what it was like in private, but when it came to the table and met the other person's father, what he was thinking about turned into pure friendship between classmates again.

"You and Chizuru are schoolmates, so you don't need so much red tape. Just save on honorifics." Konma Amamiya added a cup of tea to Natsume Naoki and put it in front of him, "Natsume-kun, that kid Chizuru is in school.

What's it like? You can't treat your teachers, friends and classmates the same way you treat them at home, right?"

"Amamiya..."

"Uh-huh."

Just when Naoki Natsume thought for a moment and was about to speak, Konma Amamiya wagged his finger: "My name is Amamiya too."

"Then..." Naoki Natsume hesitated for a moment. Although he didn't understand Mr. Amamiya's intention, he could understand what he meant, so he changed his words and said, "Chizuru-kun, she doesn't treat her classmates in a arrogant manner in school.

As for teachers and friends, I'm sorry that my majors are different from hers, but we only occasionally take elective courses together. During those times, she still abides by classroom disciplines."

Amamiya Konma chuckled when he heard this, "That's quite tactful."

I don’t know how many people are eager to tell him through various channels what kind of virtue his daughter has in school.

What's more, there is a capable head maid who reports on the situation every day.

He, a business tycoon, has not reduced himself to the point where he needs to understand his daughter through the mouths of her classmates.

He asked just to see how Natsume Naoki would answer in this atmosphere.

The current answers are quite satisfactory.

"The last time the two of us met was at the Waseda campus festival." Amamiya Konma picked up the Marlboro from the table and said, "Do you mind if I smoke a cigarette? Usually if I want to smoke, I will always be rejected by my daughter and rejected by the maid.

Stop it, it’s rare for me to come here, so I’m taking advantage of you.”

Natsume Naoki thought to himself, you have said so, how can I still say no?

"Of course, Mr. Amemiya, please do." He replied with a smile.

"Your games at Waseda's campus festival left a deep impression on me." Konma Amamiya stood up and walked to the window, opened it, lit a cigarette and looked out the window, squinting: "

In my opinion, the so-called campus festival is just playing house, and I don’t have much hope...they are all students. But you are different, Natsume-kun."

He took a deep breath, then slowly exhaled the fine smoke.

Turning his head to look at Natsume Naoki, "The level of a pediatrician, the vision and thinking angle of a master. Do you know what is going on in my mind when I look at the outside world from here?"

Natsume Naoki didn't answer. It was best not to answer casually at this time.

Sure enough, Amamiya Konma just paused and continued: "It is said that this room in this hotel is the best angle to take pictures of the maple leaves in Nakajima Park. Every year, many internationally renowned photographers try their best to

Book this room, even if it’s only for a few dozen minutes, just for a photo.”

“Just because it’s high enough here and you can see the entire Nakajima Park, you have the freedom to choose the angle you want.”

There was silence for a long time. Amamiya Konma's cigarette was almost finished, and neither of them spoke.

It seemed like he was just doing it for this cigarette.

At the end, he put out the burned cigarette in the ashtray and said, "If you have the chance, come more often. I am very optimistic about you. I hope that one day you can understand the freedom that height brings."

Natsume Naoki still didn't speak. He now easily understood the meaning of Amamiya Konma's words.

It's just that he is used to being free, and he really can't understand how stressful it is to open his eyes and see hundreds of thousands of mouths waiting for food.

In other words, he could never truly empathize with Konma Amamiya.

But there was one thing he felt he could do - how to help a father repair the relationship with his daughter.

"I will convey this message to Amamiya...Qianzuru." He said suddenly.

Amamiya Konma raised an eyebrow, feeling a little more fond of this young man.

Did he hear what he meant?

What a smart young man.

"Go ahead, I've kept you for too long, and it's time for her to hate me again." Amamiya Konma waved his hand: "After all, she is the one who came to find you today."

"Then I'll take my leave now, Mr. Amamiya."

About three or four rooms away from Amamiya Konma's room is Amamiya Chizuru's boudoir.

She will always stay here during her vacation in Hokkaido.

When he came to the door, he smelled the smell on his body, then unzipped his coat, took off his coat, fanned himself hard to make sure there was no cigarette smell on his body, and then knocked gently.

This scene was watched by the head maid who happened to be passing by, and she looked thoughtful.

"Who?" Chizuru Amamiya's voice came from inside.

"It's me," Naoki Natsume replied, "I've finished talking to my uncle."

"Wait a moment!"

Then there were a series of noises in the house, and after a while, the door was opened a small crack.

Amamiya Chizuru's little head appeared at the door, a little shorter than Natsume Naoki expected.

strangeness.

He was slightly startled, why was the little rich woman a few centimeters shorter than he thought?

"Come in." She opened the door and stepped aside. Natsume Naoki whispered "Excuse me", took off her shoes and entered the door.

The room was very dark with the curtains drawn, and only the gorgeous chandelier on the roof was adjusted to that dim mode.

As a result, the atmosphere in the whole room became a little... strange and ambiguous.

After entering the door and stepping on the soft blanket, Natsume Naoki suddenly realized that it was because she didn't wear shoes in the house. Therefore, when Amamiya Chizuru opened the door just now, the position of her little head was a few centimeters shorter than she expected.

.

Ah this.

He turned around and glanced at the small shoes on the ground outside just a second before the door closed.

This guy's shoes are actually so thick?

Could it be that the internal height is increasing...

"What are you thinking about?" A cold voice pulled his eyes back.

Amamiya Chizuru stood in front of him and looked up at him, squinting her eyes with an unhappy look on her face.

"You were looking at my shoes just now, weren't you?"

With that said, she pulled over a chair and stood up directly, finally being half a head taller than Natsume Naoki.

"Tell me, what are you thinking about?"

How could Natsume Naoki tell the truth?

He smiled, looked at Amamiya Chizuru's bare feet, and said, "I was thinking that your feet without shoes are very cute."

"You would rather admit that you are a foot-controlling pervert than admit that in your heart you say that I wear underwear to increase my height!"

"Let me correct you, foot control is not a perversion. Human beings' love for limbs has a scientific basis. In other words, liking feet is a normal physiological phenomenon...I would like to apologize to all foot control people!"

"you!"

Amamiya Chizuru didn't expect Natsume Naoki to come back aggressively, and she was immediately speechless.

Then she waved her hand: "I'm too lazy to talk to you about these nonsense! That's not why I called you here today."

"So why did you call me here?"

Natsume Naoki looked at Amamiya Chizuru standing on the chair and asked.

He took a good look at her appearance. She was wearing a homely dress and her legs were smooth and tender. From a gentleman's perspective, she was probably wearing only a skirt... This might be her pajamas.

Her hair is scattered and hanging behind her back, and is black and beautiful. It's a pity that the light in the room is not good now, otherwise it would definitely be more beautiful——

Chizuru Amamiya has always had long hair, the kind that reaches her waist.

The length alone is actually similar to that of ordinary girls with long hair, but in terms of body proportions, the waist-length length of other people hangs down to her buttocks, making her look more like a fairy in a fairy tale.

This reminded Natsume Naoki of Yui, the daughter of Kirito and Asuna in "Sword Art Online".

The loose black blouse that hangs down to the hips, paired with a dress, gives Chizuru Amamiya a pure beauty at this moment.

Of course, Natsume Naoki would never say that. In fact, this is because her short stature always makes people think she is a little girl.
To be continued...