Is it really a straight girl?

"This means..." Miji ate a banana and thought, "Fired from the company?"

In Mi Ji's imagination, she is a role like a big president.

Mi Ji remembered that he had watched TV series like Commercial War before.

Ms. Landlady...was dismissed by shareholders?

…………

450 Five. Ms. Miki is going to eat!

Ms. Landlady...was dismissed by shareholders?

"Well, I was fired." Chitose casually put the peeled orange into his lips, and the fresh sweet and sour taste spread in his palate.

She could feel the taste of all kinds of food before, but no matter how delicious it was, it was boring and numb to her at that time.

Only now can she realize again that all the feelings of sourness and sweetness are special—not just these, everything in the world is special.

It seems real, like a new life, with the novelty of a newborn child, no longer as numb as usual.

After getting rid of the shackles of immortality, Chitose no longer looks like a monster or a fairy or ghost.

With Ten Emotions and Eight Bitternesses again, she has become a human being.

"In short, she has become a member of the apartment." Chitose handed a piece of orange to Yaki.

"How about this... By the way, what kind of person is the landlady? Miji and her have never met." Miji, who was sitting on the hospital bed and leaning on the back, asked.

Yaki stuffed the bananas into his mouth in a few mouthfuls, swallowed the orange Chitose handed over in one gulp, and then began to stretch like he just woke up.

Clenching his fists with both hands and stretching them straight up, he raised his head, and the top of his head rested on the folded mattress behind him. Miji straightened his waist as if stretching a bow, and the crisp bone sound resounded coherently.

Yaki let out a painful but comfortable whine, stretched his waist, let out a quick breath, pressed his shoulder, and turned to Chitose who was looking over.

Chitose handed over a peeled orange, and Miji just ate a piece, it was sour and sweet.

Yaki took the orange and put each petal in his lips.

"Miji probably met her before." After this series of actions, Chitose answered Miji's question lightly.

"Eh?" Miji thought for a while, recalling the girl in the wheelchair in her mind, and shook her head again.

In her impression, the landlady should be a capable, slender, mature professional woman in a black suit, sunglasses, and a ponytail behind her.

Miji had only suspected that one person might be the landlady before.

But the lady in the wheelchair, although she seems to be very rich, doesn't look like the role of the president.

"I really don't know you." Mi Ji waved his hand and said.

In the past few days, Mi Ji has never seen a person with the temperament of a president.

"I've seen it, think about it, that guy who has always been a little arrogant, but has the ability and qualifications to be arrogant."

This tone... Chitose, do you hate the landlady?

"Never noticed." Mi Ji repeated.

"She doesn't look very special in appearance. When she wears it, she is more inclined to the long skirt of a noble lady. She always says some inhumane but correct things, and she is very extreme." Chitose introduced.

Doesn't sound like the easy type to get along with, hey.

But why does this landlady take care of Miki all the time?

I can't figure it out. I can't figure it out.

"Specifically, what does it look like?" Miki asked again.

"The hairstyle is the same as Miki's now, but the hair color is the most common kind of dark brown, and the figure is only considered good... The specific appearance may not be particularly eye-catching, and it is just ordinary and good-looking compared to everyone. This level." Chitose explained a little bit: "But it is easy to distinguish from the overall temperament - she is not an ordinary person that can be seen on the street."

"Miss Chitose said so much that Miki couldn't understand at all." Miki continued to rub his shoulders and move his body.

"The most obvious point is probably that." Chitose took another kiwi fruit beside her and began to peel it: "She often sits in a wheelchair."

"Let's talk about that earlier." Mi Ji pouted: "This is the so-called characteristic."

From the moment he said this, Yaki knew who it was.

It turned out that it was really the eldest lady who liked to tell stories and cared about Miki very much.

When Miji and Xuewu went out together, they met each other in a clothing store, and when they went out with each other, they met that person in a French restaurant. The French restaurant that was a bit too extravagant seemed to be owned by her... a rich man with too much money Miss.

When they met for the second time, Mi Ji guessed that the other party was her landlady, but because it was too different from the image of a strong woman in the workplace, she didn't ask any more questions.

"Well, sometimes she doesn't use a wheelchair." Chitose handed over a cut kiwi with a toothpick.

"Anyway, when Miji saw that person twice, she was in a wheelchair." Miji took the soft kiwi fruit with her lips, and the taste was sour and sweet: "Black brown pupils, but the bottom of the pupils seems to be Slightly purple?"

This young lady probably doesn't use a wheelchair only when she's on a bed or a sofa, right?

Mi Ji thought silently, and opened his mouth to accept the toothpick with kiwi pieces from Chitose, and naturally accepted the care of the other party.

"Yeah, anyway, it's that one, the new person who moved into the Witch's House." Chitose let out a breath and said indifferently.

"Oh...but." Mi Ji said: "I remember, there seems to be no vacant room in the apartment, right?"

"She found someone to tidy up the utility room in the corridor on the first floor. In one afternoon, she turned the dusty utility room into a decent house."

"On the first floor, um, in the corridor, the utility room... Hey, is that Miss Qian Che's room?" Mi Ji recalled the figure that disappeared in front of her, and now Qian Che's appearance is in Mi Ji's mind Still vivid.

"Qian Che?" Chitose also ate a piece of kiwi: "That's not her name."

"..."

Miki was silent for a few seconds.

Chitose didn't know about Miss Qianche's existence, and everyone didn't know about it...

Only Miki still remembered that person.

"Then, what's the landlady's name?" Mi Ji coughed twice, and quietly changed the subject. Even though he met twice, Mi Ji still didn't know the landlady's name.

"What's your name?" Chitose nodded her chin, ate a small piece of kiwi, thought for a while, and said slowly: "I don't know the exact name, we all call her the supervisor or the landlady, but the real name is this. aspect……"

"Miss Chitose doesn't know either?" Mi Ji tilted his head to look at the other party, and pinched a piece of kiwi fruit on the small plate on the other's thigh with his fingers to feed himself.

"I remember someone calling her 'Yu' or 'Xiao Yu' or something like that, but I seldom heard it, and I actually didn't have much contact with her." Chitose replied naturally.

A kiwi is eaten.

But I'm still hungry... Miji hasn't eaten for about three days, and fruits like bananas, apples, oranges, and kiwis are not food for satiation.

"Right?" Miki looked at her still flat stomach, then turned to Chitose and asked.

"Yu." Chitose pulled Miki's hand and wrote this word on it: "I heard Lianhua said this word when she was with her recently."

My palms are a little itchy.

But at this moment, the focus of Miji's eyes is on being very hungry.

What about the clock on the wall?It seemed to be almost noon.

It's just a reminder, it's time to eat, right?

"Oh, that's it, Mi Ji already fully understands." Miss Mi Ji nodded confidently: "Then now, without further ado, let's go eat!"

……

450 six, dislocation

"Huh? Good." Chitose obviously couldn't follow Miji's quick topic change naturally, and was stunned for a while. His left hand, which was about to take another dragon fruit from the fruit basket, froze in the air, relaxed after a few seconds, and changed his mind:

"Are you hungry?"

Miss Miji nodded continuously and patted her flat stomach.

Then Chitose put aside the fruit knife and the plate on his lap, stood up, patted the thin pure white dress on his body lightly and said, "I'll go down and buy some, bring them here."

It seems quite experienced, has she been doing this these days?

By the way, how did Yaki eat during the past few days when he was in a coma...was it just an infusion?But I feel that I have eaten something and I am not completely hungry.

Miji thought about some scenes he had seen in some TV series about doctors, and he was reluctant to ask such things directly.

"No, no, let's go downstairs together. A place like a hospital full of medicine smell is not suitable for eating." Mi Ji shook his head, threw the bandage and dry cotton balls on his right hand into the trash can beside him, and moved his hands on the bed Standing on his feet, he lowered himself a little bit under the bed.

Hiss... so numb.

As if he had been squatting for an hour, Miji just moved his feet, but because of this numb feeling like his body couldn't control his body, he stopped all his movements and turned into a plaster statue or sculpture.

"Still not feeling well?" Chitose asked.

"A little bit."

"Sure enough, you haven't fully recovered yet. I'll go outside and buy some nutritious porridge and light dishes and bring them back. You don't have to get out of bed in such a hurry. Now that you wake up, your condition will almost recover. It’s good to take your time and replenish your nutrition.”

Although she had dark circles under her eyes, Miss Chitose, who was much healthier than Yaki, easily stood up and walked towards the door.

You have done something that Mi Ji can't do at this stage. Healthy people, you are so strong!

Mi Ji looked at the other party enviously, and at the same time retorted: "Mi Ji can do it, just give me a few minutes to get out of bed and walk."

"Really?" Chitose turned around.

"Really!" Miji believed in herself.

The girl rubbed her thighs, and then rubbed her calves. The numbness in her lower body was gradually receding, but she tried a little harder, but the numbness of her muscles caused her to fall into a state of stagnation as if time had stopped again.

"Okay, I'll wait for you." Chitose let out a sleepy breath and sat on the bench.

Under the sight of the other party, Miji moved his legs little by little to do some relaxing movements, grabbed his calves with both hands, and pulled them towards the edge of the bed.

But every tiny movement has a sour stimulation, as if he just walked through the flowers covered with all kinds of tiny insects with his bare legs, and his skin and muscles are covered with a little bit of numbness.

The girl trembled nervously, closing her eyes after every large movement to soothe her body.

"Is Miki a sensitive constitution?" Miss Chitose asked inappropriately.

"Don't say such strange words!" Mi Ji stretched out his five fingers and swayed vigorously twice: "Anyone who has been lying on the bed for so long will be very inconvenient when getting out of bed, so it has nothing to do with physique!"

Sensitive constitution or something, always feel lustful.

Mi Ji's pale face was rosy.