Chapter 145: Sleeping Together

The next morning, Masayoshi Kishimoto had already developed the state of naturally waking up at the point of his biological clock. The first step he took to get up was to get dressed, then to go to the restroom, and finally to wash up and change his shoes before going out.

“Aren’t you going to eat breakfast?” Sakai Rie dressed in a white lace kitchen dress hurriedly walked out of the kitchen and stood in the doorway to look at him and said.

“No, you eat alone! I’m not coming back for lunch or dinner. If you’re willing to do it yourself, do it yourself and eat it.

If you don’t want to do it, then go eat at that Hiraku Cuisine Pavilion from last night.” Masayoshi Kishimoto instructed as he stood at the entranceway to change his shoes.

Sakai Rie had already been burdened with guilt in her heart, after all, he was spending a lot of money for his own sake. How could she feel good about going to that kind of Japanese haute cuisine pavilion to eat again? Her own thoughts were not those of Masayoshi Kishimoto.

Kishimoto Masayoshi’s thoughts were the same thoughts that normal men had. If you are having an affair outside, you will have a guilty conscience, so you think of making up for the one at home with money or material things, so as to achieve the purpose of inner balance. In his opinion, this is even a man’s responsibility.

Masayoshi Kishimoto left his home and took the elevator down from the eighteenth floor. He walked through the apartment lobby and outside. He waved at the curb and stopped a cab and ran to where Natsui Makoto lived, after all, it was something that the two of them had made an appointment for last night.

He came early, and surprisingly, he was still able to see the people who lived here going out to work. Even if it was a Sunday, they were not allowed to rest. As for the purpose, it was nothing more than earning more money.

Kishimoto Masayoshi thought in his heart that if they were not good at using money, then they would only fall into a dead cycle of being poor and busy. Even if they worked hard, even if they worked hard, they would only be putting money in with their left hand and taking it out with their right hand.

In this case, I can’t help but think of the migrant workers in China. Isn’t it hard for them to leave their homes and go out to work? Hard.

The work they do is often dirty, tired, hard work and so on. Not only that, they are often laughed at and looked down upon by city dwellers. The income above the construction site is not bad, two hundred dollars a day.

If not, a hundred seventy-eight dollars a day is certainly there. If you are a skilled cement maker, three hundred dollars a day is not a problem. A month down the line, even if there is no ten thousand dollars, over five thousand dollars is still there.

This is much better than low-level white-collar workers. Don’t look at the low-level white-collar dress is still considered shiny and decent, some people work eight hours a day plus, even a hundred dollars can’t earn.

What makes people laugh and cry is that there is no lack of self-satisfied people among these people who obviously earn less than the migrant workers and still look down on them.

Migrant workers work hard for a year, and go home at New Year’s Eve to eat and drink. This is a very normal thing, after all, it is outside the hard work of a year’s self-treatment.

After they ate and drank, gambling will inevitably begin. Really should be that sentence, won the club tender model, lost the sea work.

Many people in the old home to stay inside the ten days and a half months to lose only a working train ticket in the body, once again embarked on the hard road of work. Next year, the year after that, the year after that …… still continue such a cycle.

Even if you live in the city around, because the demolition of the rich farmers, but also can not escape like gambling habits. What used to be a small mahjong game of only one dollar would turn into a big mahjong game of one hundred dollars.

Many people were able to lose their personal income from demolition and relocation in less than half a year, and their wives were separated.

Masayoshi Kishimoto knocked on the door of Makoto Natsui’s room. He saw that the other party was still wearing a white floral nightgown and her eyes were bleary. Together with this veiled look of hers, she had some beauty shaped like a water lily.

“Why did you come over so early?” Natsui Makoto headed back and flung herself on top of the quilt and said.

“Isn’t it good to be early? I came specifically to see what you look like in your plain face. When I entered, I almost didn’t recognize you. You really are quite different before and after makeup.” Masayoshi Kishimoto said with a smile.

“Nonsense.” Natsui Makoto snapped as she clutched her hands tightly to the quilt underneath her.

Masayoshi Kishimoto took off the shoes on his feet, stepped onto the tatami mat, and sat cross-legged on her near side. On a sudden whim, he laid down horizontally with her and said, “I’ll come and catch up on my sleep as well.”

“Nasty.” Natsui Makoto just snapped even as she made the last token resistance of a girl’s reserve and said.

“Today, we’ll go shopping in Akihabara. I’ll buy you a computer.” Masayoshi Kishimoto thought that she should also keep up with the times and said.

Natsui Makoto opened her eyes and rolled over to come face to face with him and said, “Honestly, you’re constantly gifting me this and that, what are your intentions?”

“It’s not just a trip to Akihabara to get you a used computer from a medieval store, as much as that?” Masayoshi Kishimoto played a flowery laugh and said.

“Damn stingy.” Natsui Makoto feigned anger.

“You want a new computer, and you don’t give me a little taste of sweetness first? Come on, let brother give you a hug first.” Masayoshi Kishimoto smiled playfully and extended his arms to hug her.

Natsui Makoto’s mouth said “don’t”, but her body was very honest and did not put up any resistance, not even a symbolic squirm.

In her mind, the other person was already her boyfriend. Making out between lovers would only enhance each other’s feelings, there was nothing improper about it.

Masayoshi Kishimoto wrapped her in his own arms and said, ”Why don’t you live somewhere else? I’ll pay for the gift money, the deposit, as well as the rent, management fees, and so on.”

Natsui Makoto pressed the side of her face against his warm chest, pursed her lips and said, “You’re thinking of living with me?”

Originally, Masayoshi Kishimoto had simply wanted to improve the living environment for her, but he hadn’t really wanted to move in the direction of cohabiting with her. If he really lived with her, what would happen to Rie Sakai at home?

“You’re thinking too much. How could I possibly be that kind of man?” Masayoshi Kishimoto justified himself.

“Liar.” Natsui Makoto said in disbelief.

“Truly not a lie.” Masayoshi Kishimoto said seriously.

Natsui Makoto wasn’t expecting much disappointment. She hadn’t really thought that the two of them would heat up and develop their feelings to the point of living together.

Natsui Makoto said matter-of-factly, “You’re a social worker in a small company, where did you get so much money to rent me an apartment? It’s fine for me to live here.”

“Since you like living here, then just keep living here.” Masayoshi Kishimoto didn’t realize that it was possible for good intentions to do bad things, so he didn’t insist.

Natsui Makoto snuggled into his embrace and closed her eyes again, particularly enjoying this current marvelous feeling.

Kishimoto Masayoshi wrapped his arms around her, and did not want to do anything further. He slowly closed his eyes as well and embraced her.