Crossing over, and then being blocked by a rich JK.

Chapter 240 Watering the Flowers [4K4]

When it passed ten o'clock, the cold drizzle turned into heavy rain.

Amid the sound of dripping rain, the thick rain curtain blocked the light of the street lamp, leaving only a vague shadow in the distance.

dong dong dong.

There were two long and one short knocks on the door. Watanabe Yu, who was sitting on the bed and drying his hair, was stunned at first, then he said, "Come in."

crunch.

The door was pushed open and Hamabe Ryoko walked in wearing pajamas.

After closing the door, she walked over to his bed and sat down.

"Why haven't you rested yet at this hour?"

Watanabe Yu put down the towel in his hand and looked at her with some confusion.

Maybe because she had just taken a shower not long ago, Ryoko had a pleasant lavender scent on her body.

"Can't sleep."

Ryoko Hamabe turned her head, looked at his towel, then looked at his smooth hair. After hesitating for a moment, she took off her slippers and stepped onto the bed barefoot.

"Give me."

She walked around to his side and held out her hand to him.

"Oh."

Watanabe Yu handed over the towel obediently and sat on the carpet.

After all, there was a height difference between them, and if he didn't sit on the carpet, Ryoko would have to stand up and wipe it for him.

Besides, the newly laid carpet is really comfortable. Whether you sit or step on it, you will feel that it has a delicate touch and is quite warm.

In the words of Ryoko, who was in charge of laying the carpet, this specially ordered carpet is indeed more expensive, but it is very comfortable, and you get what you pay for.

"If the force is too great, just tell me."

Ryoko Hamabe took the towel, sat behind him, and carefully wiped his hair.

This was the first time she brushed his hair.

She had tried before, but he rejected her every time.

He said he didn't want to be taken care of by her and become a fool in life.

"Ah."

Watanabe You responded and closed his eyes comfortably.

"Speaking of which, did today's party not go well?"

Ryoko Hamabe gently massaged the acupoints on the top of his head, and her slightly cold voice contained a bit more tenderness and concern.

She has been learning massage techniques. When she lived with her grandmother, she would give her grandmother a massage after she took a bath.

They can't afford expensive health products, but she can still give grandma a round of massage with the massage she knows.

"Why do you ask that?"

Watanabe Yu asked.

"Because I think you're not in the right state."

Ryoko Hamabe pursed her lips, and her long fingers flew up and down, tapping those acupoints with moderate force.

This is my grandmother’s favorite massage movement, and it’s also written in the professional massage book she read that this massage movement is very helpful for mental relaxation.

"Have you seen this?"

To be honest, Watanabe Yu was a little surprised.

He prided himself on being good at hiding his emotions. From the time he got home until now, he could only sigh when he was taking a shower just now.

Besides, his shower was a shower, and the sound of running water was enough to cover up his sighs.

In other words, Ryoko's observation ability is somewhat exaggerated.

"You can't say that I saw it, it's just a feeling." Hamabe Ryoko paused and changed her approach, "So, do you want to tell me what happened?"

"As for this..." Watanabe Yu hesitated for a moment, but still chose not to elaborate, "Just think of it as the inner struggle of a scumbag."

"Mr. Scumbag?"

Hamabe Ryoko chuckled and teased him.

"uh-huh."

Watanabe Yuya responded in a cooperative manner.

"Sometimes, whether someone is a scumbag or not depends on the person's own opinion." Hamabe Ryoko paused and used herself as an example, "For example, in the eyes of most people, the relationship between Ayana, me and you is actually unhealthy.

“But so what?
“In other words, given the current speed at which Mr. Scumbag’s career is developing, people will just say something different in a few days.

"In Ayana's words, by then the difference will be nothing more than the first wife of Watanabe and the second wife of Watanabe.

“Of course, if possible, I personally still hope to be the eldest wife.

"But, I also know that I don't have Ayana's ability to coordinate, so I just need to take care of you."

Having said that, she gently wiped the back of his head with a towel.

What a joke this person is. He is so careful at ordinary times, but he is so careless at times like this.

"Of course, it would be even better if Mr. Scumbag had a conscience and was willing to take me out on a date once in a while."

She paused, and patted his head gently, like a kindergarten teacher chasing away children.

"Okay, we're done."

She stood up, folded the towel, and then draped it on a chair nearby.

If it were any other time, she would definitely take a few more steps to help him throw the towel into the washing machine, but tonight, she had other plans after all, so she would leave this job to herself tomorrow.

"Thank you."

Watanabe You thanked him, patted his butt and sat back on the bed.

It’s not that he doesn’t care, but his house is really clean.

"Didn't I say that before?" Hamabe Ryoko turned around, glanced at him, and said with a smile, "Let's get down to business."

She looks like a little money-grubber.

"Uh, when we get to Okinawa, I'll take you out? Yeah, on a date, that is."

Watanabe Yu thought about it and asked tentatively.

"This is not enough to pay for the service fee just now."

Hamabe Ryoko blinked and sat next to him naturally.

"That……"

"I've finished reading the books Ayana gave me."

Just when Watanabe Yu was about to say something, Hamabe Ryoko took the initiative to change the subject.

"Does that mean you're going to report there?"

Watanabe Yu knew about this, and Ayana had mentioned it to him more than once.

What the Saint Lady meant was that since Ryoko wanted to give it a try, she would also try to teach her. If Ayana really had a talent in this area, then her work at the company would be even easier.

Because I have a deputy whom I can completely trust.

"Let's wait until we get back." Hamabe Ryoko clasped her hands together and placed them on her legs. Her increasingly beautiful face was tinged with a bit of sadness. "To be honest, I'm a little nervous."

From childhood to adulthood, I have never experienced anything like this.

"It's normal. When I handed the book to the editor for the first time, I was also very nervous. I was afraid of being rejected and criticized."

Watanabe Yu comforted her.

In a sense, this is both true and false. After all, he can't say that it was like this when he first went to work before he traveled through time, right?

So I can only replace it with an equal amount.

"I almost believed it, Mr. Liar."

Hamabe Ryoko snorted softly, and there was a hint of coquettishness in her slightly cold voice.

If she hadn't read Norwegian Wood, she would have believed it.

As an author, you are both the narrator of your own story and your own reader. How can you not have confidence in something that has passed your own eyes?

Not to mention that she had been with him for so long.

Living under the same roof, she knew his underlying character very well. He was a very stable person and rarely did anything he was not sure of.

She believed that he might be nervous at the moment of submitting the manuscript, but later when he met with the editor, he would definitely be confident of success.

After all, she knew him very well.

"Then I'll improve it next time and try to make sure you can't tell." Watanabe Yu smiled bitterly, "But what I said is true. This is my experience. Once you get used to it, you'll be able to do it easily. The first step is always difficult, isn't it?"

No matter how talented you are, you will mess up when you experience something you have never experienced before for the first time, and you may even mess up many times.

After all, the realization of talent still requires suitable opportunities and sufficient accumulation.

"Yes yes yes~"

"Are you still nervous now?"

"Thanks to you, I feel a little better now."

She chuckled and gently rested her head on his shoulder.

Come to think of it, ever since Ayana moved in, the time they had alone together like this had indeed become less.

"Are there any other difficult and complicated diseases? I specialize in treating these."

Watanabe Yu said this half-jokingly and half-seriously.

As her bedmate, she could sense that he was in a bad mood, and similarly, he could sense that she was hesitant to speak.

"Yes, it depends on whether you want to hear it or not."

This time, Hamabe Ryoko did not hide it and nodded in acknowledgement openly.

"I definitely want to hear it."

Watanabe Yu nodded slightly and gave an affirmative answer.

"Tomorrow is the last day of this month, and it's also the day we go back together. To be honest, I'm a little nervous."

Hamabe Ryoko murmured these words.

When she was packing her luggage today, her mind was a mess. She kept thinking about how to greet You's parents and how to leave a good impression.

What if I don't perform well enough? Is there any way to remedy this?

Fortunately, she already had muscle memory for packing, so even if she was daydreaming, when she came to her senses, the clothes on the bed had already been sorted and put into the suitcase.

"I really want to tell you there's nothing to be nervous about, but I think you're going to beat me up, so I can only say it another way. This day will come sooner or later, right?"

Watanabe Yu raised his arm, placed it on her shoulder and patted her gently.

"You know, you really deserve a beating right now!"

Hamabe Ryoko raised her eyebrows and gave him a fierce look.

In other words, the turning point of their relationship was grandma. If it weren't for grandma, they would have known each other and the relationship had developed to this point, then when he went to meet grandma, he would probably be at a loss as to what to do.

"I surrender."

Yu Watanabe saluted France without hesitation.

"Mr. Mr. Sarcasm!"

She pursed her lips and snorted in dissatisfaction.

She was clearly telling him her true feelings, but he still looked like she was joking.

"Do you want me to give you a reassurance?"

"Ok?"

"My mom likes pretty girls with short hair." Watanabe Yu paused, "When I came to Tokyo to study, she told me that if I wanted to find a girlfriend in the future, I should look for one according to this standard."

He didn't make this up, but his mother did mention it when she called him some time ago.

Of course, he would never admit that he was the one who induced it.

After all, my mom’s original words were - as long as the girl is pretty, likes you and treats you well, I like them all. As for whether she has short hair or long hair, it’s up to you. After all, it’s not my mom who will live with her. But isn’t it too early for me to say that?
But so what? It’s all said in “Don’t take things out of context”, we should “take things out of context”.

"Really?"

"Really." Watanabe Yu paused, "If you still don't believe it, then I... will think of another way."

"..."

Hamabe Ryoko glanced at him and couldn't help laughing out loud.

"You are such a jerk! Mr. Scumbag!"

She hit him lightly in annoyance, but her nervousness was relieved a lot.

She has a good idea of ​​when someone is joking and when they are telling the truth.

"By the way, have you told grandma about postponing your return?"

Watanabe suddenly remembered this.

The school said the school would start on January 1, which is six days later than other schools.

But if you think about it, it makes sense. After all, the school's normal teaching pace is there. If you are busy during weekdays, you will naturally have more time during the holidays. What's more, starting from the second year of high school, you have to have classes on Saturdays.

"said."

Hamabe Ryoko nodded.

How could she forget such a thing?

To be more precise, she had said this a month ago, and she called and said it again yesterday. Compared to her guilt, her grandmother was quite happy, and she even reminded her on the phone to leave a good impression in front of You's parents.

"That's good." Watanabe Yuu thought for a moment and added, "I'll go back with you then."

He still has this awareness.

What's more, it is reasonable for him to go visit his grandmother.

"We'll talk about this later. Don't you have anything else you want to say?"

Ryoko Hamabe raised her head and unbuttoned the collar of her pajamas with her fair hands, revealing a large area of ​​beautiful scenery inside.

"For example?"

Because he wasn't looking at her, Watanabe Yu didn't notice her little movements.

"Didn't I just tell you that the payment for hair washing and massage should be paid separately?"

Ryoko Hamabe stood up, walked in front of him, sat on his lap naturally, and held his face with her hands.

When their eyes met, Watanabe Yu could see the fire in her eyes and also noticed the buttons on the collar of her pajamas were unbuttoned.

Oh, you use this to test the cadres?

He only took four or five glances at the vast scenery inside!

"My flight tomorrow is at 1:35pm, so I can sleep in the morning."

Hamabe Ryoko looked away, exerted a little force with her tight abdomen, and moved her body to push him down on the bed.

"If you calculate carefully, you haven't watered the flowers for ten days, Mr. Debtor."

She propped herself up, sat on top of him, and unbuttoned his pajamas one by one.

As she moved, the buttons of her pajamas lost their function.

Then, the whole pajamas were taken off and put aside.

then.

The pair of white hands gently unbuttoned her pajamas, revealing the vast beautiful scenery underneath.

Her skin, which was whiter than snow, was dazzlingly white at this moment.

Watanabe Yu did not resist, but just silently looked at her lower abdomen with vertical lines of abdominal muscles. After staying there for a moment, his eyes slightly moved downwards.

A pair of 30D black pantyhose caught his eye.

The translucent pantyhose wrapped around her slender waist and went down along her thighs, covering her long, beautiful legs.

Well, he finally understood.

This is a case of coming prepared.

In terms of specific extent, it may not be just watering the flowers, but the landlord may come to collect taxes.

"It's time to pay the bill."

She blinked and said this softly.

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