Nami Ozawa threw her cigarette butt into a nearby trash can.
She tilted her head slightly, her long, black hair cascading over one shoulder, her alluring peach blossom eyes curving into beautiful arcs as she smiled at Su Luo, her thin lips slightly parted.
"Lolo, may I ask you a question?"
"What's the problem?"
Su Luo unconsciously leaned back. He didn't know why, but whenever she got close to him, in addition to feeling his heart race and feeling nervous and helpless, he also subconsciously felt afraid.
This fear was different from his fear of Song Lingshan, who had long held a high position and exuded an invisible sense of oppression from those in power.
Ozawa Nami, on the other hand, is completely different from Song Lingshan. She is gentle and charming, like a poisonous poppy.
His intuition told him that this woman, hidden beneath her gentle exterior, was extremely dangerous, even deadly.
Once attracted to her, he would fall into an endless abyss, a state of both pain and sweetness, an extreme situation that he would certainly not be able to handle.
Ozawa Nami noticed the rejection in Su Luo's eyes and stopped approaching him. She suppressed her smile, looked at the night sky, and said with some disappointment.
"I know you think I'm a bad woman, and I guess you won't see me again after this party. I know all that..."
"?!?!"
Su Luo was completely stunned.
Good heavens, does Nami Ozawa have mind-reading abilities?
How could I guess what he was thinking so quickly? That was exactly what he was thinking when he got on the bus today.
They felt that the two were from different worlds, and that once the transaction was over, they would never have the chance to meet again.
But, he never thought that Nami Ozawa was a bad woman.
She was gentle and caring towards me, returned my wallet after finding it, and even paid a high price to have me take photos.
How could she be a bad woman?
Although she looked too alluring and the photos she asked him to take were quite revealing, as a photographer, he didn't really think it was a big deal.
Women are naturally fond of beauty. What's wrong with taking some sexy photos to commemorate the most beautiful years of their lives?
Besides, they only came to the party to drink and didn't do anything inappropriate, so she can't be considered to have cheated.
Even if Ozawa Nami did cheat, it was because of her husband's domestic violence, and there was a reason for it; it takes two to tango.
"You've misunderstood. I've never thought that way. As for whether we can meet again, well, I... I'm not sure either..."
He probably won't take the initiative to contact Nami Ozawa. As for whether she will contact him again, that depends on the situation.
If she wants to take more photos, he really can't refuse, since he currently owes Song Lingshan 200,000 yuan.
Huh?
Why did I think of Song Lingshan again?
This seems to be the third time I've thought about her today...
Moreover, it seems that he habitually and unconsciously compares the women he has encountered in his life with Song Lingshan.
Is this the destructive power of first love, the white moonlight?
Can't forget it, can't let it go? Has it unknowingly become deeply embedded in your flesh and soul?
Nami Ozawa smiled gently, "Then let fate decide."
She doesn't actually believe in fate, and feels that most things in life are within her own control.
The so-called entrusting it to fate was merely a way to lower Su Luo's guard.
Su Luo nodded slightly in agreement, saying, "Okay..."
He still believes in fate quite a bit.
After all, he never truly controlled his own destiny.
For example, he didn't want to be born an orphan, not knowing his parents' names.
When I was a little older and filled out my college application, my first choice was rejected, so I ended up studying photography.
Then I met Song Lingshan, which many people might not believe.
Song Lingshan was the one who pursued him first, and he was the one who was forced into dating her. Although he genuinely liked Song Lingshan, he was essentially coerced into it at the beginning.
Later, he began to plan his life with Song Lingshan after graduation, but for various reasons, he had to break up with her.
As for Su Jiani, it was only after his brother's unexpected death that he had the opportunity to adopt her.
Nami Ozawa, having sobered up considerably, made the suggestion.
"Let me take you home, it's getting late."
Su Luo refused, saying, "No need, you've been drinking, you can't drive."
"I can take a taxi myself. It's too late, you should go home early."
Nami Ozawa did not insist and compromised.
"Okay, be careful, text me when you get home."
Su Luo nodded somewhat helplessly.
He's such a grown man, why does Nami Ozawa still treat him like a child, even sending him messages when he gets home?
But for some reason, it feels pretty good to be treated like a child.
When Su Luo arrived at the roadside, she hailed a taxi and sat in the back seat.
Holding the gift box that Ozawa Nami had given him, Su Luo couldn't contain his curiosity and untied the ribbon.
Open the lid.
Inside was a burgundy suit, the workmanship and fabric of which were similar to the one he was wearing, and it looked very expensive.
But compared to the calm and understated black suit he was wearing, this burgundy suit was both bold and alluring; he had almost never seen a man wear this color in real life.
I only saw a model wearing it in a magazine, and the model looked very elegant in it.
He wondered how he would look in it, since he had never worn clothes of this color before. Would it be too flashy?
Su Luo's feelings were indescribably complicated. She gently stroked the fabric of the suit, which was crisp and comfortable.
The image of Nami Ozawa's incredibly beautiful face involuntarily floated into my mind again.
Su Luo shook his head vigorously, trying to expel Ozawa Nami from his mind.
There's no need to think about it; she's just a guest.
I'll probably never cross paths with her again in this lifetime.
After all, they are from two different worlds.
With that thought in mind, I soon arrived at my doorstep.
Su Luo pushed open the door.
Sitting on the sofa, Su Jianni grabbed a cushion and threw it at Su Luo.
Having already learned from experience, Su Luo easily dodged the attack, then picked up the cushion from the ground and walked over with a smile.
"I'm back now, why are you angry again?"
Su Jianni put her hands on her hips and said angrily.
"Hmph, it's almost 11 o'clock, so late, what kind of client is it that requires so much time to entertain them!"
Su Luo put the cushion back on the sofa, then placed the gift box on the coffee table, patted Su Jiani's head, and said patiently.
"Sweetie, they gave me 100,000, I had no choice."
Su Jianni's nostrils twitched slightly as she smelled the alcohol and perfume emanating from Su Luo, and she asked in confusion.
"Where did this perfume smell from? And this scent is different from before!"
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