Ozawa Nami stared at his flushed face and continued to tease him, gently placing her hand on his shoulder and asking softly.
"Teacher, why are you blushing? Are you feeling unwell?"
Su Luo hurriedly shook her head, her face flushed red.
"No, no, I, I just..."
Ozawa Nai gently stroked his delicate, fair neck with her fingertips.
"But what? What happened?"
Su Luo swallowed hard and silently recited scriptures in her heart.
No, no.
His daughter was still upstairs, the nanny was in the kitchen, and it was broad daylight. He had been on the road for so long and was very tired. He couldn't do anything at all; he was willing but unable to.
No, no.
He has no heart; he has no heart.
Ozawa Nami didn't really mean anything by it; she just wanted to tease her and keep asking.
"Do we need models or not?"
Su Luo gritted her teeth and said something that didn't reflect her true feelings.
"unnecessary."
Ozawa Nami instantly admired Su Luo's self-control. Wow, when did she develop such good self-control? Back in China, Su Luo couldn't resist even a slight beckoning from her.
Why did I suddenly become so conservative and determined once I got to Tokyo?
"Alright then, sorry to bother you."
With that, Ozawa Nami turned and left.
Seeing that she was really about to leave, Su Luo grabbed her wrist and spoke frankly.
"Yes, I need you."
Shooting scenery alone is rather dull; it would definitely be much more exciting if Nami Ozawa were to join in.
At worst, we can just have Ozawa Nami wear more clothes to suppress all his bad thoughts.
Nami Ozawa suppressed a laugh and said, "Alright, then I'll reluctantly agree."
So, Su Luo found Ozawa Nami's cotton-padded coat, took her out of the house, and started taking pictures in the courtyard.
Despite wearing such thick clothes, Ozawa Nami clearly had no intention of continuing to tease Su Luo.
He just casually struck some poses.
But Su Luo still couldn't hold on.
No one ever told him that even wearing a cotton-padded coat couldn't hide the alluring charm in Ozawa's bones.
Just one look from him was enough to get his blood pumping.
After filming for more than half an hour, Su Luo couldn't take it anymore and made an excuse.
"It's too cold, let's shoot another day."
Nami Ozawa, as always, chose to see through it but not say anything, "Okay."
If Su Luo continues to be this enthusiastic towards me, we should be able to have a child soon.
Is it a boy or a girl?
Although she would like both boys and girls, she still hoped it would be a boy.
Because she already has Nini, if she has a boy, she will have both a son and a daughter, and the thought makes her happy.
The two returned to the room side by side. Su Luo noticed that Ozawa Nami was grinning foolishly. Su Luo had never seen such a smile on her face before, so she asked curiously.
"Honey, what are you thinking about?"
Ozawa Nami's smile deepened, her peach blossom eyes filled with happiness as she spoke gently.
"I'm thinking about our future life."
Su Luo scratched his head. "Huh? Are you that happy?"
It seems she really likes Tokyo; she's clearly much happier back home than in Beijing.
Nami Ozawa reached out to brush the snowflakes off his shoulder and asked with a smile.
"Of course I'm happy! Do you prefer a boy or a girl?"
Su Luo would never understand her feelings, nor would he understand how much she longed to have a child with him and form a more complete family with him.
She wants to make up for all the love she lacked in her childhood by giving it to her future children and Nini.
She doesn't need her children to be outstanding or successful when they grow up.
She would provide her child with plenty of money, a house, a car, and support whatever the child wanted to do.
If your child doesn't like anything, then just stay home and enjoy life.
She brought the child into this world not so that the child would suffer like she did, but so that the child would enjoy happiness.
Only in this way can her past suffering be gradually dispelled.
Su Luo pondered for a moment, puzzled, and said, "I like them both."
Boy or girl, I just hope my future baby can get along well with Nini, so I can have peace of mind.
Having received a satisfactory answer, Ozawa Nami changed the subject.
"Let me show you our guesthouse tonight."
Su Luo nodded. "Okay."
That evening, Ozawa Nami took Su Luo to her guesthouse.
After Su Luo finished his tour, he followed Ozawa Nami into the office.
Still speechless with astonishment, it was so big and impressive, the entire building belonged to their family.
He doesn't know about housing prices here.
But the renovation of the entire building alone will cost a lot of money.
Is he about to live a life of extravagance, collecting rent until his hands are sore?
It feels unreal, almost like a dream.
Ozawa Nami had already hired people to manage the guesthouse. Giving Su Luo the title of deputy general manager was just a formality; he didn't need to do anything, as she was afraid he would get overworked.
At that moment, there was a knock on the office door.
Nami Ozawa put down the documents in her hand, looked at the door, and said in a deep voice.
"Come in."
The door was pushed open, and a petite and cute girl entered. She was wearing a black uniform and high heels, and her legs were straight and slender.
Her cute appearance contrasts sharply with her mature attire, but she still looks quite good.
This is Nami Ozawa's secretary.
The girl spoke in a baby voice.
"Boss, someone who claims to be your old classmate is looking for you. Her name is Airi Komatsu."
Nami Ozawa nodded slightly.
"I understand. I'll be there in a bit. Tell her to wait a moment."
This person is indeed her old classmate and childhood friend. They had a good relationship when they were young and were very good friends, but they haven't been in touch for a long time since she went abroad.
"OK."
The secretary left the room and gently closed the door.
Su Luo stared blankly at the doorway, beginning to question the girl's age. Her face and figure didn't look like an adult's. How could Ozawa Nami have chosen such a secretary?
He unconsciously thought of Song Lingshan's secretary, Wen Zi. Wen Zi was the standard mature and sophisticated type, with a poker face that had no expression and a tall figure. She had a very imposing aura and was clearly a business elite. She was efficient and decisive in her work and never dragged her feet.
By the way, the aesthetic in Tokyo leans towards the cute style, and girls of all ages will try their best to dress in a cute way.
Ozawa Nami was somewhat displeased to see Su Luo still staring at the door.
"What, do you think she's pretty?"
Su Luo realized what was happening, immediately shook her head, and, with a strong survival instinct, decisively denied it.
"No matter how beautiful she is, she's not as beautiful as my wife. I'm just questioning whether she's even an adult."
Nami Ozawa said helplessly, "I'm twenty-three. Do you think I would hire a minor to work for me?"
Don't let her young age fool you; her secretary is a graduate of Peking University and has exceptional professional skills.
Why can't Su Luo change her habit of judging people by their appearance?
Su Luo affirmed, "No."
Ozawa Nami stopped with his pointless conversation and spoke seriously.
Do you want to see my classmate?
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