My Girlfriend is a Wicked Girl

Yoko Ono was awakened by a familiar sound of vomiting, she turned over and sat up almost instinctively, while Hyakujiro opened his eyes long ago, staring at the door with wet dog eyes, with a look of wanting to bark but not daring The appearance of calling.

Did you accidentally fall asleep? Yoko Ono looked at the blanket on her body, felt warm in her heart when she held it in her hand, but immediately reacted and looked for Hideji Kitahara, and found him standing at the door watching.

Ono Yoko stood up quickly, and Kitahara Hideji turned around with a smile when he heard the movement: "It seems that your mother is back..."

He didn't know Yoko Ono's mother, and he had never met her, probably because the two had different schedules. When he went to school in the morning, Yoko Ono's mother probably hadn't woken up yet, and Yoko Ono's mother didn't come back until he had rested for 80% of the night. This neighbor who had been working for more than a week had never seen her at all.

However, the woman kneeling in the corridor throwing up in the middle of the night must be Yoko Ono's mother.

Yoko Ono hurriedly picked up her schoolbag, put on her hat, ran to the entrance, put on her leather shoes, and bowed deeply to Hideji Kitahara, "I'm troubling Ornisan!"

"It's okay." Hideji Kitahara smiled, and the sound of vomiting outside became more violent, Yoko Ono ran out quickly, Momojiro followed closely at her feet and never left her.

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

Yoko Ono staggered and almost sat on the ground, while her mother knelt there with her head against the wall, mumbling what she was talking about. Yoko Ono felt so ashamed that she didn't even dare to look back at Hideji Kitahara's expression. She quickly rushed forward to support her mother, and whispered, "Mom, go home quickly! You will disturb others by doing this."

"No, I can't go home! Who said you want to go home?" Yoko Ono's mother put her head against the wall and danced her hands wildly, her voice became louder. Besides, drunk people are already strong, and Yoko Ono is young and has no strength. She was thrown aside directly, and her mother couldn't maintain the posture, and fell directly on the vomit.

Seeing Yoko Ono fall, Momojiro jumped in front of her, leaned over and bared his canine teeth, and let out a "woo hoo" sound, but it was too small to have any deterrent effect.

Kitahara Hideji couldn't stand it anymore, he sighed and stepped forward to help Ono Yoko's mother up, not to mention her revealing clothes, but also full of gastric juice, undigested food, wine smell, low-quality perfume, etc. mixed together The strange smell of sour, stinky, fishy, ​​and fragrant, the smoked Kitahara Hideji has the desire to vomit.

He suppressed it, forced a smile to Yoko Ono, "Find the key to open the door, Yoko."

"Yes, Onisan." Yoko Ono didn't dare to look at Hideji Kitahara's face at all. She lowered her head and picked up her mother's small satchel. After searching for a while, she ran straight to the house. Hyakujiro hesitated, turned and followed at her feet.

Hideji Kitahara dragged Yoko Ono's mother behind him like a dead dog, but the woman in her arms was not honest, she reached out and groped him. Yoko Ono opened the door and ran over to help Hideji Kitahara lift up her mother, and finally transported her into the house.

After placing Yoko Ono's mother on the tatami, Hideji Kitahara straightened up and took a look at the room before frowning. The room is really messy. Women's clothes strewn about, including a lot of close-fitting underwear, a few beer cans scattered on a small square table, and leftover take-out lunch boxes - messy, but not very dirty, can It can be seen that someone has been insisting on cleaning. The reason for the mess is probably because someone keeps making garbage and the cleaning person has no time to clean it up.

Lying on the ground, Ono Yoko's mother may feel that facing the light is dazzling. She covered her eyebrows and eyes with one hand for a while, and then looked around in confusion. She seemed to have found Kitahara Hideji, and grabbed him as soon as she raised her hand, slurring her speech He said, "Hey, handsome boy, is this your home?"

Kitahara Hideji broke away from her hand and said calmly, "Mrs. Ono, this is your home."

"Call me Yumiko, what's your wife?" She fumbled for a while while talking, and finally reached into the clothes on her chest, and took out a crumpled business card from her bra. The collared clothes were ripped open, revealing a piece of snow white and a bit of dark red, and by the way, a few piles of banknotes were brought out. It looked like Natsume Soseki, so it should be a thousand-yen bill.

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

Hideji Kitahara glanced at the business card. On the front were the words "Yumiko" and a phone number - not even a surname, probably a flower name - and on the back was the shop of Liuhua at 502# Ichiban Street, Naka-ku, Nagoya City This address.

Although Hideji Kitahara came to RB not long ago, but judging by the style and the address, one can guess that Yoko Ono's mother is probably a bar girl or a female publicist, and it's still not very high-end.

He was looking at the business card, when Ono Yoko walked over quickly with a washbasin and towel, looked at the drunk mother who was disheveled and felt very embarrassed, and whispered: "I'm sorry for causing trouble to Ornisan again... Well, I'm going to scrub mom, can Onisan..."

Yumiko is now as if she fell into the pig trough and was soaked in swill, so she really should clean it up, but Hideji Kitahara thinks that Yoko Ono doesn't want him to stay here and continue to watch everything that makes her sad, so as to avoid further damage to her self-esteem Chuang—not only did he not mind being ordered to evict guests, but he felt even more sympathetic.

He pretended that nothing happened, as if everything in front of him was normal, and said with a smile: "Then I'll go back first... goodbye, Yangzi."

"Goodbye, Onisan." Yoko Ono did not look up at Hideji Kitahara's face from the beginning to the end, but bowed deeply.

Kitahara Hideji couldn't help but want to reach out and touch her little head to show comfort, but after thinking about it, he turned around and left. When he closed the door for her, he saw her kneeling beside her mother twisting a towel, under the pale light It seems that the body is a little stooped, and it seems that it is carrying a heavy burden that others cannot see.

He returned to his apartment, closed the door and shook his head lightly—everyone has their own hard-to-recite scriptures, his life was a bit miserable when he was a child, and Yoko Ono didn't seem to be much better.

With his back against the door, he had a moment of empathy, sighed a few times, smelled the smell on his body, retched, and quickly began to take off his clothes—he was not considered a clean freak, but he used to As far as my experience is concerned, I must use cleanliness to maintain my little self-esteem.

People can be poor, and they can wear simple clothes, but they can't be dirty, and they can't leave a decadent impression on others!

This has been going on for a long time, and it has almost become his habit. He can no longer bear the mess, just like suffering from obsessive-compulsive disorder.

He changed into casual clothes, and was about to wash off his dirty and smelly body, but he heard the door being scratched and rustling. He opened the door strangely, and saw Momojirou tilting his head and sticking out his tongue, and the dog standing in front of the door wagging its tail with a flattering face.

Kitahara Hideji and Hyakujiro looked at each other for a while, then drove it out: "You can't stay here, go to the street." His place is the size of a palm, and it's too crowded to live by himself, and there is no room for small animals... Besides, this There must be lice on the cargo, right?

Hyakujiro seemed to understand what he said, his tail slowly twitched, he turned and walked towards the stairs, the small figure felt a little desolate. It walked a few steps and turned around, looked at Kitahara Hideji with wet dog eyes, as if expecting him to change his mind, but found that Kitahara Hideji's face was cold and hard, so he could only lower his head again, whimpered and waddled with his tail between his legs Forward.

What kind of shit is this? ! Can a dog do this? Grandma, it's really a dog thing! Kitahara Hideji cursed secretly, opened his mouth and called out: "Hey!"

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

Hyakujiro stopped in a jerk, tilted his head to look at Kitahara Hideji, and Kitahara Hideji stepped aside angrily, "Go in!"

There was a light of joy in Baijiro Gou's eyes, he turned around and rushed towards the door, but he turned too hard and slipped down. It didn't care, it rushed into the house with its feet slipping, rolling and crawling, sitting at the entrance, panting with its tongue out, the dog's face was full of flattery.

Kitahara Hideji regretted that he was too soft-hearted, kicked it lightly angrily, and cursed: "Go to the bathroom to take a shower, if you dare to shit and pee in the room, I will drive you out, understand?"