Celebrity ex-girlfriend got revenge on me

Chapter 492 The lady will pack it up and leave it to you

"Go to bed early, miss."

In the parking lot in front of the high-end apartment building, Amemiya Masahiro got out of the car, closed the door, and walked towards the lobby of the apartment building.

Stepping into the brightly lit lobby, the elevator door opened and she walked in.

The elevator slowly rose, and Amamiya Masahira felt worried.

"He's actually started learning sign language. I can't make random gestures to him anymore. Otherwise, I'd better not go there anymore. If I keep going like this, he'll find out sooner or later."

She looked down at her red high heels and stood on tiptoes uncomfortably to give her aching heels a rest.

"It's too tiring to wear these shoes."

The elevator stopped on the second floor and the door opened.

Amemiya Masahira walked out of the elevator with the click of her high heels. When she looked up, she saw from afar the person she least wanted to meet here!

When she saw him, her brain seemed to freeze and she stood there stupidly, motionless.

At the end of the corridor, Kitahara Kento, who was leaning against the wall, saw the "mysterious lady" and stood up straight, facing her.

The two sides' eyes met, staring at each other.

Kitahara Kento walked forward, and the next second, the "mysterious lady" turned her head decisively, turned around and ran, hurriedly slipped back into the elevator, and pressed the elevator buttons frantically.

"Why are you running?" Kitahara Kento waved at her, looking helpless.

He had no choice but to chase after her. When he reached the elevator door, the elevator was already descending, and another elevator stopped at the ninth floor. Kitahara Kento had no time to wait, so he simply ran to the stairwell and quickly went downstairs.

He ran to the lobby on the first floor and immediately saw the figure of the little homegirl Amamiya running out of the apartment building. He had no choice but to chase her outside again.

On a community road under street lights.

A beautiful lady with long wavy mocha hair was running in front, and behind her, a helpless boy was chasing her from a distance.

"Stop running. Be careful, the road is slippery. Where do you want to run?" Kitahara Kento shouted to the figure in front.

The beautiful lady in front said nothing and just kept running away.

Kitahara Kento stopped talking, slowly sped up and chased after her.

Seeing the distance closing rapidly, and within a few seconds, it would be within reach. Suddenly, there was a clang in front of her. The little girl Amamiya fell flat on her face.

Kitahara Kento rushed over and squatted beside her.

The ground was full of dirty water after the snow melted, and her face, clothes, and hands were all dirty. But even so, the little girl Yu Gong was still "rather die than surrender", sitting on the ground, avoiding him and backing away.

"I told you not to run away, but you didn't listen. Look." Kitahara Kento reached out and grabbed her arm, holding her back, preventing her from retreating. He sighed and asked, "Where does it hurt?"

The little homegirl Amemiya was silent for a moment, then began to pretend to use sign language with one hand, which left Kitahara Kento speechless.

He said unhappily, "Alright, I see your conviction as an 'actor'. Do you still naively think that I don't know who you are? Stop acting."

After she finished speaking, the mysterious lady and the air around her seemed to freeze. After a while, she completely gave up and lay down on the ground. She turned her head and covered her face with her hands, as if to say, "I don't care."

Kitahara Kento took out his cell phone, turned on the flashlight, and shone the light on the body of the little otaku Amamiya to check where she was injured.

"Does your foot hurt?"

The little homegirl Amamiya covered her face and said nothing.

Kitahara Kento looked helplessly at the silent Amemiya homegirl and thought: Since you don't know how to explain it to me, you just bury your head like an ostrich and pretend not to hear anything?

He turned on the light and took a general look at the injuries of the little girl Amamiya.

It was winter and people wore thick clothes, so apart from the fact that her stockings were torn and one of her shoes was missing, nothing else could be seen.

"I'll help you up, and you can try to see if you can walk."

Although the little otaku girl Amemiya is not honest in her words, her body is relatively obedient.

With his support, she stood up slowly and calmly and tried to take a step. After taking only half a step, she staggered and almost fell down again.

"It hurts." She cried out subconsciously, but she closed her mouth stubbornly before she could finish the sentence.

"Maybe he sprained his ankle." Kitahara Kento guessed.

"I told you not to run, but you didn't listen. Now you feel better, don't you?" Kitahara Kento sighed again, turned around, squatted slightly, waved to her and said, "Get on, I'll carry you."

Although Amemiya Masahira didn't say a word, she was quite well behaved and obedient in her actions. She stretched out her arms, wrapped them around his neck, and jumped on one leg. Kitahara Kento took the opportunity to hug her legs with his hands.

"Let's go." Kitahara turned around and reminded Amamiya to hold him tight.

He went to pick up the red high-heeled shoes first. Under the light of the mobile phone, he knew at a glance how the little homely girl fell.

The idiot stepped on the gap in the manhole and the heel of his high heels got stuck in the gap.

Kitahara Kento picked up the red high-heeled shoes, turned them over, and saw that the heel was broken.

He said nothing, nor did he look for where his heel had fallen. He carried the little girl Amamiya back to her home.

When passing by the small courtyard of Kitahara's house, the little homebody girl Amemiya who was lying on his back shook her body vigorously, expressing with her actions: Can we go to your house? Don't come back to mine.

Kitahara Kento ignored her and carried her on his back, passing by the old single-family wooden house and walking step by step towards the bright high-end apartment building.

I remember that when I was a child, he carried the little girl Amamiya on his back like this, and she fell down, so he had no choice but to carry her home.

The memory scene of the past is still very clear: the little homely girl sat on the ground pitifully, unwilling to stand up, and opened her arms to him, asking him to carry her on her back.

Kitahara Kento recalled scenes from the past as he carried the little homegirl Amamiya on his back, walked into the lobby, got into the elevator, went up to the second floor, and stood in front of the dark brown apartment door.

"Give me the key." He tilted his head slightly.

"Left pocket." Amamiya the little homegirl said in a low voice.

Kitahara Kento reached into her pocket for the key, unlocked the door, opened it, and turned on the light.

After entering the room, he closed the door with his foot, first placed the little girl Amamiya on the sofa and let her lie down. Then he also sat down, put her right foot on his thigh, and looked at the specific injuries.

"There doesn't seem to be any swelling at the moment."

Kitahara Kento looked up at her, and the little homegirl Amamiya turned her head and looked away.

Kitahara Kento moved his gaze and looked around the living room of the apartment.

He looked away and said, "For a long time I thought there were no residents in this apartment."

"When did you move in?" The little homegirl Amemiya remained silent, her eyes staring elsewhere, not looking at Kitahara Kento, as if saying, "Don't ask me, I won't tell you even if you ask me."

Seeing her like this, Kitahara Kento thought to himself, "Are you so afraid that I would ask you why you disguised yourself as a stranger to perform with me on the street, and why you live next door to me?"

"I'll get a towel, don't move. Take off your stockings and check if your legs are scratched." He stood up.

"By the way, call your assistant. Although your foot doesn't seem to have any external injuries, it's best to go to the hospital for a check-up." Kitahara Kento gave an instruction and went to get towels and wet wipes.

When passing a door, Kitahara Kento stopped and turned to look at the closed door.

Judging from the direction, the room behind this door is the large floor-to-ceiling window room opposite his bedroom window, where the lights have never been turned on.

Kitahara Kento couldn't help but look back at the little homegirl Amamiya. Seeing Kitahara Kento looking back at her, like a kitten hiding in the corner staring at its owner, Amamiya Masahira quickly looked away, pretending that she hadn't been looking at Kitahara just now.

Kitahara Kento turned around, took two steps, and deliberately looked back at her again, and then saw "Amamiya Koneko" looking away hurriedly.

Seeing her nervous, Kitahara Kento laughed and moved away from the door that made the little homegirl Amamiya highly sensitive and nervous.

He picked up a towel and wet wipes, and found a household medicine box on the way. He took them all and sat back next to Amemiya Masahira.

Her stockings had been taken off, revealing her straight and slender legs on the sofa. Kitahara Kento took a quick look and saw no scratches or broken skin.

"Luckily it's winter. If you had fallen like that in summer, you would have been in a lot of trouble."

"If you hadn't chased me, I wouldn't have fallen." The little homegirl Amamiya said in a low voice.

"If you don't run, why would I chase you?"

"A ferocious man with malicious intentions blocking a girl's door, any normal girl would turn around and run away," she argued in a low voice.

Kitahara Kento was too lazy to chat with her.

He looked at the dirty face of the "mysterious lady", then looked at her right foot that she dared not move, and asked, "Did you tell your assistant?"

"No."

Kitahara Kento glanced at her. It seemed that as long as the questions were normal, she would answer obediently, but once sensitive issues were involved, she would shut her mouth and pretend to be a mute lady.

"Tell her now. And wipe your face, too."

"My arm hurts." Amemiya Masahira still said in a low voice.

"Your arm hurts?" Kitahara Kento immediately looked at her arm and said, "Take off your coat and see what's wrong."

Amemiya Masahira took off his coat without saying a word, then rolled up the sleeves of his sweater.

"It's swollen." She looked up and said.

Kitahara Kento saw that the joints of her right arm were bruised and swollen.

"What about the left hand?"

“It hurts too.”

"It's really a fair fall." Kitahara Kento sighed and said, "Contact the assistant and I'll wipe your face for you."

He sat a little closer and first wiped her face with a wet wipe to remove the dirty water left by the melted snow, and then wiped it carefully with a wet towel.

Kitahara Kento wiped her face with a towel, and she could hear her slight breathing. Amamiya Masahira's body tensed up a little, and she muttered softly, "Why weren't you so serious when you insisted on washing my face before?"

"You didn't wear makeup before." Kitahara Kento said, "Your face is covered with makeup, and it's hard to wipe it off."

"And it's not me who insists on washing your face, it's you who insists on me washing your face." Kitahara Kento silently corrected her words in his heart.

When it comes to the sensitive issue of "makeup", Amamiya Masahira immediately shut her mouth.

The layers of disguise on the "mysterious lady"'s face were peeled off bit by bit, and the true face of Amamiya Masahira was gradually revealed.

Kitahara Kento put the towel on the table and looked at her face.

"I'm still used to looking at it this way."

Amemiya Masahira didn't say a word. Regarding the two matters of disguising herself as a stranger and moving next door to his house, she didn't make any comment at all. She just kept her head down and tapped on her phone, sending a message to Sister Akane, asking her to pick her up to go to the hospital.

Not long after, the apartment door was unlocked with a key, and Akane Takeshita ran in in a panic and hurried to the side of Masahira Amemiya.

"Miss, where are you hurt?"

Akane Takeshita looked at Kitahara Kento again, nodded and greeted him briefly.

"My right foot is swollen now. It wasn't swollen just now."

"I'll take Miss to the hospital."

Kitahara Kento and Takeshita Akane, each on one side, helped the little homebody Amamiya out of the apartment door, took the elevator downstairs, and then carried her to the car.

Before leaving, Akane Takeshita glanced at Miss Amemiya who was sitting silently in the passenger seat, unbuckled her seat belt, opened the door and got out of the car.

She whispered to Kitahara Kento, "Kitahara-san, I'm very busy lately and have a lot of work to deal with. I'll leave the task of taking care of the young lady to you. Here is the key to the young lady's house."

After saying that, Takeshita Akane stuffed the keys into Kitahara Kento's hand without giving him a chance to speak, and quickly returned to the car. She stepped on the accelerator, and the engine hummed, and she seemed to be catapulted into action and drove away at full speed.

Kitahara Kento stared blankly at the white car speeding away, then looked down at the keys in his hand, and was speechless for a moment.

"Are you packing her up and leaving her to me to take care of?"

He turned around and looked at his own courtyard, then at the high-end apartment building next door.

"Ding ding", the phone suddenly rang with a text message alert.

"The young lady's foot will most likely need to be put in a cast."

"The CT scan hasn't even been done yet, why do they need to put a cast on it? It's not as serious as a fracture, right?" Kitahara Kento was puzzled.

"I'll bring a wheelchair back later. Miss won't go to school during this period."

He reacted quickly and understood Ms. Takeshita's subtext.

"It means that I have to take care of her starting tonight. And I have to take time off to be her caregiver?"

Kitahara Kento has a wonderful inner world.

The more he thought about it, the more strange it felt. Takeshita Akane used a series of smooth moves, but he felt as if the other party had planned for him.

(End of this chapter)