Chapter 29: Qing Ji, You Are My Favorite Right Now
When Izumi Toru walked out of the tea room, Igarashi Mika raised her head and glanced at him.
After seeing his red and swollen lips, her brows immediately frowned deeply.
The pain in his lips made Izumi Tetsu guess what happened.
But he didn't explain anything. He just sat next to her, glanced at the drink box on the table, stretched out his hand, picked it up and shook it.
Finding it was empty, he threw it directly into the trash can.
"Sorry for making you drink the most disgusting drink."
"It doesn't matter, this can be regarded as a kind of patience practice, not to mention..." Igarashi Mika pointed to the documents sent by Kimura Kiri and Ninomiya Koyuki, and said: "...These are all yours. You promised
, I will work hard before I call it quits. Right?"
Izumi Tetsu's eyes narrowed.
"nature."
"Then, let's get started."
"Um."
In the room, there was only the sound of turning pages and rustling writing.
Another girl, hiding in the tea room, was still shy and refused to come out.
The next moment, he put down his pen and asked: "What's the matter?"
"Do you know why mother pays attention to this cultural gathering?"
Izumi thought for a while and said tentatively: "Because...me?"
The girl glanced at him.
"Only the inexplicable self-confidence, you are still the same as before."
"Did I guess wrong?" Izumi Toru was a little surprised.
"No, you guessed it right."
Izumi Tetsu opened his mouth.
Does this woman ignore logic before speaking?
"oh."
"So, whether you work hard, be lazy, want to show off your talents, or continue to hide your clumsiness, it has nothing to do with me. Those are all Qingji..."
Izumi Tetsu interrupted her.
"You can rest assured that I know what is right."
Igarashi Mika looked at him deeply.
"That's best."
At this time, Jinguji Kiyohime secretly poked her head out of the tea room and met her friend's playful eyes.
She was startled and hurriedly covered her lips.
There were traces of the passionate kiss between Izumi Toru and her.
Seeing Igarashi Mika waving at her, she hesitated for a while, and then slowly moved over.
When she got closer, Mika Igarashi reached out and grabbed her wrist.
Then, Jinguji Seihime's beautiful face and red and swollen lips came into Igarashi Mika's sight.
Igarashi Mika gave Izumi Toru a hard look and shouted: "Izumi Toru! You..."
Jinguji Kiyohime quickly shook her friend's hand to stop what she wanted to say.
"Mika, no, it's not Izumi-kun's fault..."
Looking at the calm-looking Izumi Toru and the worried-looking Jinguji Kiyohime, Igarashi Mika moved her lips twice, and finally just sighed.
Ignoring Izumi Toru, she dragged Jinguji Kiyohime to the sofa and began to examine her lips.
Stretching out his fingertips and gently pressing the red and swollen area, Jinguji Kiyohime subconsciously tilted her head back.
Seeing this, Igarashi Mika not only didn't let her go, but instead pulled her back and tapped her lips hard.
"Oh!" Jinguji Kiyohime let out a cry of pain.
"Now you know it hurts?! Why don't you shout that it hurts when you kiss?!"
Jinguji Kiyohime lowered her head half shyly and half guiltily.
"Because, because Izumi-kun treated me like that, I, I can't refuse..."
Seeing his friend hesitating, Igarashi Mika said angrily: "Izumi-kun, Izumi-kun, Tiantian only has Izumi-kun in his eyes, how can this guy deserve this from you?!"
Hearing this, Jinguji Kiyohime was startled.
Raising her head, she looked into her friend's eyes, feeling extremely confused.
"But, wasn't it me who turned Izumi-kun into this?"
Igarashi Mika suddenly pursed her lips tightly and stopped talking.
…
After Igarashi Mika finished processing the documents, she suddenly felt a little tired.
She glanced at Izumi Toru who was still revising the materials, then walked to the sofa, sat on it and squinted for a while.
Soon, she fell into sleep.
Izumi Toru hesitated for a while, but still did not drop the pen in his hand and went over.
There is no need to confirm your identity anymore.
It can only be her.
He lowered his head and tried his best not to look over at the sofa, focusing entirely on the material in front of him.
However, I have never hosted a cultural exchange meeting before, so I didn’t know it was such a cumbersome thing.
Wouldn’t it be enough for everyone to have a cup of tea, show off their calligraphy and painting skills, and compliment each other with a few words?
Who knew that just preparing the materials requires a thick pile.
Not to mention, I am one of the persons in charge of the organizer...
"call--"
He took a long breath and stopped his unnecessary thinking.
The ugly duckling and the white swan are too incompatible to stand together.
Therefore, you have to accept the Igarashi family's kindness with gratitude.