My Girlfriend is a Wicked Girl

Yoko Ono was awakened by a familiar vomiting sound. She turned over and sat up almost instinctively, but Hyakujiro had already opened her eyes, staring at the door with a pair of wet dog eyes, a pair that wanted to bark but didn't dare. The way it is called.

　　 I fell asleep accidentally? Yoko Ono looked at the blanket on her body, pinched it in her hand and felt a warmth in her heart, but immediately realized that he was looking for Hideji Kitahara, and found that he was standing at the door watching.

　　 Ono Yoko hurriedly stood up, and Kitahara Hideji heard the movement and turned back and smiled: "It seems that your mother is back..."

　　 He didn't know Yoko Ono's mother. He had never seen it before. It should be because the two people have different work and rest times. When he went to school in the morning, Yoko Ono's mother probably hadn't gotten up yet, and he didn't even see Yoko Ono's mother until he came back after he had rested 80% in the evening. He had been a neighbor for more than a week.

　　 However, the woman who knelt down in the hallway in the middle of the night vomited, I think it should be Yoko Ono's mother.

　　Yoko Ono quickly picked up her schoolbag and put on her hat, ran to the hallway and put on her small leather shoes, and bowed deeply to Hideo Kitahara: "Trouble for Ounisan!"

　　 "It's okay." Kitahara smiled, and the vomiting outside became more violent, Yoko Ono ran out quickly, and Hyakujiro followed her closely.

　　 Ono Yoko ran into the corridor and stretched out her hand to help her mother, but her mother suddenly reached out and pushed and said vaguely: "Don't...don't pull me, I can still drink."

　　 Ono Yoko almost sat on the ground staggeringly, while her mother knelt on the wall with her head mumbled and mumbled not knowing what she was talking about. Yoko Ono felt so ashamed that she didn't even dare to look back at Hideji Kitahara's expression. He rushed forward to support her mother, and whispered: "Mom, go home! You will disturb others like this."

"No, you can't go home! Who said you want to go home?" Ono Yoko's mother danced with her hands on the wall, her voice was higher, and drunk people were already strong, Ono Yoko was young and didn't have much strength. She was thrown to the side, and her mother couldn't maintain her posture, lying directly on the vomit.

　　 Hyakujiro saw Ono Yoko falling down, jumped in front of her, leaned down and smashed her canine teeth, and made a "Woo" sound in her mouth, but it was too small and had no deterrent.

Hideji Kitahara couldn't stand it anymore, and sighed and stepped forward to support Yoko Ono's mother. Not to mention her exposed clothes, she was also full of gastric juice, undigested food, smelly alcohol, and low-quality perfume. The strange smell, smelly in acid, smelly in smell, smelly in fishy, ​​smoked Kitahara Xiuji has the desire to vomit.

　　 He resisted, and grudgingly smiled at Ono Yoko: "Find the key to open the door, Yoko."

"Yes, Onixan." Yoko Ono didn't dare to look at Hideji Kitahara's face at all. He lowered his head and picked up her mother's small satchel. After rummaging for a moment, he ran directly to the house. Hyakujiro hesitated and turned and followed. At her feet.

　　 Kitahara Hideji dragged Ono Yoko's mother behind like a dead dog, but the woman in her arms was not honest, she reached out and touched him. Yoko Ono opened the door and ran over again, helping Hideo Kitahara set up her mother, and finally carried her into the house.

　　 Putting Ono Yoko's mother on the tatami, Kitahara frowned as soon as he straightened up and glanced at the room. The room is really messy. Women’s clothing littered everywhere, including a lot of close-fitting linings, a small square table littered with a few beer cans, and leftover take-out lunch boxes-messy, not very dirty, can It can be seen that some people have been insisting on cleaning. The reason for this mess is probably because someone keeps making **** so that the cleaning person can’t clean it up.

Yoko Ono’s mother may feel that the light is dazzling when facing the light. She covered her eyebrows with one hand for a while, then looked around in confusion. She seemed to have spotted Hideji Kitahara, and she caught him as soon as she raised her hand, her speech slurred. He said, "Hey, handsome boy, is this your home?"

　　 Kitahara Hideji broke her hand and didn't care about being a drunkard with her, and said calmly, "Mrs. Ono, this is your home."

"Call me Yumiko, what a wife or a wife." She talked and rubbed her body for a while, and finally reached into the clothes on her chest, and took out a crumpled business card from Bra, which not only opened up the original one. The collar's clothes were torn open, revealing a piece of snow white and a bit of dark red, and by the way a few paper bills that were nested in a ball were brought out. Seeing that the head is Natsume Soseki, it should be a thousand-yuan bill.

　　 She stuffed her business card into Hideji Kitahara's hand, and said vaguely: "Please continue to take care of your sister's business in the future!"

Hideji Kitahara glanced at the business card. The three words "Yumiko" and a phone number were printed on the front—not even a surname, probably a flower name—the back was printed on the back, Nagoya SZ District一番街502#柳花的店address.

　　 Although Hideji Kitahara has come to RB not long ago, looking at this address, you can guess that Yoko Ono’s mother is 80% a accompaniment girl or a female publicist, which is still not very high-end.

He was looking at his business card, Yoko Ono walked over quickly with a washbasin and a towel. Looking at her drunk and disheveled mother, she felt very embarrassed, and whispered, "I'm causing trouble to Onixan again, I'm sorry... Um, I want to scrub mom, can Onixan..."

Yumiko is now the same as falling into the pig trough and being soaked in swill. It is indeed necessary to clean it up, but Kitahara thinks that Yoko Ono does not want him to stay here and continue to watch everything that makes her sad, so as to avoid further suffering from her self-esteem. Chuang——Being ordered to drive away made him not only not mind, but even more sympathetic.

　　 He pretended that nothing had happened before, as if everything was normal before him, and said with a smile: "Then I'll go back first...bye, Yoko."

　　 "Goodbye, Onixan." Yoko Ono didn't look up at Hideji Kitahara's face from start to finish, but bowed deeply.

Hideji Kitahara couldn't help but want to reach out and touch her little head for comfort, but after thinking about it, he turned around and left. When closing the door for her, she saw her kneeling and sitting next to her mother with a towel wrapped around her, under the pale light. It looks a little rickety, it seems to be carrying a burden that others can't see.

　　 He returned to his apartment, closed the door and shook his head gently-everyone has a hard-to-read scripture, his life was a bit miserable when he was a child, and Yoko Ono didn't seem to be much better.

He leaned against the door for a moment of empathy, sighed, smelled the smell on his body, retched, and quickly began to peel off his clothes-he is not a cleanliness habit, but he used to In terms of experience, you must use clean and tidy to maintain your own little self-esteem.

　　 People can be poor, they can be dressed simply, but they can’t be dirty, and they can’t leave others with a decadent impression!

　　 It’s been a long time, it’s almost become his habit, he can no longer bear the mess ~www.NovelMTL.com~ is the same as having obsessive-compulsive disorder.

　　 He changed into casual clothes and was about to wash his dirty body directly, but he heard the rustling of the door being caught. He opened the door a little strangely, and saw Hyakujiro tilting his head and sticking his tongue out, and the dog's face was full of fawning standing in front of the door wagging his tail.

Kitahara Hideji and Hyakujiro looked at each other for a while, and drove him out: "You can't stay here, go to the street." He is the size of a slap here, and his living is too crowded, and there is no place to keep small animals... Besides, this There should be lice on the cargo, right?

　　 Hyakujirou seemed to understand what he was saying, his tail slowly pulled up, turned and walked towards the stairs, the small figure was a little desolate. He walked a few steps and turned his head. It looked at Hideji Kitahara with a pair of wet dog eyes, as if hoping that he would change his mind, but found that Hideji Kitahara's face was cold and hard, so he lowered his head again, and hobbled with his tail sandwiched in a whimper. Forward.

　　What kind of dog things are all this special? ! Can a dog be like this? Grandma's, it's really a dog matter! Kitahara Shuji secretly cursed, and shouted, "Hey!"

　　 Seeing this dog, he actually thought of Yoko Ono just now, as if driving it to the street was against some kind of human morality.

　　 Hyakujiro stopped in a rush, and looked at Kitahara Hideji with his head tilted, and Kitahara Hideji unanimously let out the door, "Go in!"

　　 A ray of joy appeared in the eyes of Hyakujiro Dog, and he turned around and rushed into the door, but he turned too violently and slipped away. It didn't care, it slipped on its four feet, crawled with the skull, and rushed into the room, sitting in the hallway, panting, and the dog's face was full of flattery.

　　 Kitahara Xiuji regretted that his heart was too soft, so he kicked it violently, and cursed: "Go to the bathroom to take a bath, and kick you out if you dare to pee in the house, understand?"