Jingle bells...

The doors of Mitsubishi Bank are open.

The Nishimura manager turned cloudy and seemed to be about to rain heavily.

Kitamura Hisamitsu followed him dejectedly, as if he had been caught by his master when he was demolishing the house.

What a pleasure....

Sakaki sat at the door, just in time to take in Kitamura Hisamitsu's every move after going out.

From the time he approached the trash can, intentionally or unintentionally, Sakaki knew that he was not kind.

Want to get your hands on it?

Of course, Sakaki Makoto would not give him this opportunity.

Find a random little boy and give him a hundred yuan, and you can naturally lead the manager of the West Village out of the door.

When the Nishimura manager sees Kitamura Hisamitsu arguing against the trash can, it's all done.

When passing by Sakaki Makoto, Kitamura Hisamitsu happened to see the gloating smile on the corner of his mouth.....

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Angry.

"Bastard!"

"Where the hell did you drop the flyer?"

Under the shocked gaze of Manager Nishimura, Kitamura Hisamitsu screamed and rushed forward, his hands pinching Sakaki's neck.

It seems to be trying to question him.

Sakaki raised his eyebrows, grabbed the joint of Kitamura Hisamitsu's right hand, and gently flipped it...

"Ouch! It hurts, it hurts...."

Kitamura Hisamitsu fell to his knees, his facial features shrunk into a ball, and a cold sweat broke out.

"Let go, let go!"

Sakaki looked at him coldly and said:

"I didn't throw the flyer, got it?"

"Got it! Got it! Got it! ”

Kitamura Hisamitsu nodded again and again, with no momentum.

Sakaki Makoto let go of his hand, and Kitamura Hisamitsu jumped up and ran to Manager Nishimura with a "whoosh":

"Uncle, I'll report it!"

"This kid threw a leaflet from our bank!"

Toast without eating and eating penalty wine!

As soon as Sakaki Makoto was about to have a seizure, Manager Nishimura roared before him:

"Bastard thing!"

"You kid don't want to die?"

"How could Mr. Sakaki throw a flyer?!"

"What if you throw it away?!"

"Xiang Sakaki is a rare talent, you actually arranged for him to hand out leaflets?!"

"I'm going to teach you a good lesson today!"

After saying that, Manager Nishimura dragged Hisahimitsu Kitamura into the office.

There was no roaring or shouting coming from the office, it was quiet.

Ten minutes later....

The office door opened, and Hisamitsu Kitamura walked out, touching his neck with a scared face.

He noticed Sakaki's probing gaze and shuddered.

With a smirk, Kitamura Hisamitsu rushed out the back door as if he were running away.

Until it was time to get off work, Sakaki Makoto didn't see him.

At half past five, the bank closed on time.

Masami Hirota slung her bag, picked up her car keys, and released her from behind the counter.

"Makoto!"

"I've kept you waiting!"

Makoto, who had touched the fish for a day, opened his eyes, got up and smiled, "I'll go change my clothes." ”

"Then I'll wait for you in the parking lot."

Masami Hirota shook the key and went to the parking lot first.

After changing back into his suit, Sakaki threw his overalls into the cabinet and immediately went to the parking lot.

The four-cylinder engine has begun to work, and the beige body is slightly idling and shaking.

"Here!"

A hand reached out from the rolled down window and beckoned to Sakaki.

Sakaki opened the passenger door on the left and sat in the car, closing the door lightly and heavily.

After fastening his seatbelt, he asked:

"Where are we going?"

"Hmm..."

Masami Hirota thought for a moment:

"Let's go to the café and sit down."

"When Shiho comes, the three of us will go to dinner!"

Shiho, this is the second time Sakaki has heard this name.

Sounds like a woman....

Sakaki Masakoto glanced at the side of Masami Hirota's face, and when she said the word Shiho, she didn't have the slightest look of resistance and disgust.

Instead, he showed a caring expression.

It's a junior of Masami Hirota...

They are very close.

At the same time, this woman named Shiho is also someone he met ten years ago.

So, are they childhood sweethearts?

The car pulled out of the parking lot and merged into the traffic jam.

The carriage was a little dull, and Sakaki looked out the window without saying a word.

He wants to create an image of himself after his amnesia.

If you ask questions as soon as you come up, it may arouse the vigilance of the other party.

He also wanted to further confirm the relationship between the two sides.

The car stopped in front of the red light, the fluffy and cute doll on the center console, and the old peace charm hanging from the rearview mirror swayed back and forth.

"Captain Kitamura, I didn't embarrass you, did I..."

Masami Hirota glanced at Makoto Sakaki in the rearview mirror and bit her lip.

"Hmm..."

"It's fine."

Sakaki shrugged:

"He's quite aimed at me, but I can handle it."

"I'm sorry...."

"Why apologize?"

Sakaki turned his head strangely.

"Nothing!"

Masami Hirota cheered up, teased the doll, pointed to the peace charm and asked:

"Makoto, do you remember this peace charm?"

Sakaki shook his head, he didn't know the peace charm at all.

The golden peace charm has the word "Gomori" written on it, but it is a little dirty on it, and it should be some years old.

"That's it...."

Masami Hirota's face darkened, she sighed, and said, "This peace charm was originally asked for by the three of us when we went to the shrine together. ”

"One for me, one for you, one for Shiho."

That's not right...

Sakaki frowned.

I haven't seen any peace charms at all, could it be that I lost my original body?

"You gave that peace charm to your uncle, saying that you want to bless him to come back safely...."

Masami Hirota suddenly muttered to herself.

She held the steering wheel tightly, her long hair hanging down, covering her face, and her body trembled slightly.

"I'm sorry...."

This is the third time she has apologized.

Sakaki Makoto breathed a sigh of relief, anxious for no reason.

He didn't know what he was anxious about.

As soon as he saw Masami Hirota's appearance, he was a little sad.

But he didn't know how to comfort the other party, thought about it silently, and could only say:

"Watch your car."

"Don't be cranky."

"Oh oh..."

Masami Hirota sniffled, pulled back her long hair, and focused her attention.

In silence, the car pulled up next to a café.

Masami Hirota was obviously a regular customer of this café, and after saying hello to the owner, she found a window seat.

"Makoto, what do you drink?"

"I remember your favorite Coke."

"Well, just Coke."

Sakaki followed her words and continued.

Holding the menu, Masami Hirota laughed.

Although I lost my memory, I was still honest, and my hobbies and hobbies didn't change....

Within a few minutes, a cup of Coke and a cup of black tea were delivered to the table.

The welcoming owner also gave me a plate of potato chips.

Masami Hirota tore open two packets of sugar and poured them into the black tea.

The cup of black tea is very small, almost half the size of a palm and the height of a thumb, and two packets of sugar are already a lot.

"It's not good to eat too much sugar."

Sakaki reminded him.

"But if you don't add sugar, it's going to be very bitter...."

"Afraid of bitterness and still drink black tea?"

"So you have to add sugar..."

Masami Hirota smiled.

What an amazing theory ....

Sakaki pursed his lips.

"Ah, Shiho, she's here!"

Masami Hirota got up and looked out the window.