In Tokyo, I just want salted fish

Chapter 77 The Crisis That Shouldn't Have Appeared is Coming to Reality
"What should I do?"

Kaoru Uesugi looked around anxiously, and even saw the messy sailor uniform and clothes scattered under the bed.
At this moment, he felt inexplicably wronged.

Obviously, I didn't do anything, why did I have to face such a situation where my uncle broke my leg.

Boom!Boom!
The rough knock on the door became shorter and shorter, mixed with Noriko Uesugi's dissuading voice.

"The brat is still pretending to be dead!? I know you are uneasy and kind!! Just wait for me!!!"

"and many more!"

The sullen Hanamaru Hiroki didn't listen to any dissuasion at all, held the "SIG P230" with one hand, pointed it directly at the door handle, and pulled the trigger instantly.

Ouch!
There was a loud bang.

Hanamaru Hanako, who was tightly huddled under the blanket, opened her colorful purple eyes.

What caught my eye was a familiar room.

Quiet, warm, no different from usual.

The heart just below her throat was beating violently.

The head is also a mess, but the pictures and the feeling of being touched are very real.

Besides, at that time, I also knew how to watch.

"Mr. Zhao Zhao"

Hanamaru Hanabi clutched the quilt shyly, exhaled hot air repeatedly, and buried her head deeply in the warm quilt, the girl's shy voice almost turned into a small animal's mournful cry.

dong dong dong
There was a steady knock on the door.

Mieko Hanamaru: "Wake up, Hanabi, don't oversleep again."

When there was no response, Mrs. Hanamaru knocked again, calling softly:

"Huahuo, Hanabi, get up and have breakfast."

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"Little Huahuo, Huahuo sauce?"

Still no response, she pushed the door open.

Seeing Hanamaru Hanabi who was hiding tightly under the quilt without even sticking out half of her head, Mrs. Hanamaru walked over and sat on the edge of her bed:
"Flower sauce?"

The quilt wrapping her daughter fluttered slightly, and Mrs. Hanamaru suddenly smiled: "Did you play too late last night? There are many things that can't be told to me?"

"No, no!" Hanamaru Hanabi tried to squeeze her head out of the tightly wrapped quilt, and hurriedly explained in a weak voice like a whisper.

Under her slightly messy short hair, there are evasive eyes and a feverish face.

"I still said no," Mrs. Hanamaru smiled softly, pinching her face with her hands, "Every time I do something shy, I always have this expression, and my face is so hot."

Mieko Hanamaru looked at her wrinkled pajamas and the girl's soft body, very curious.

"Could you tell mom how far you and that child, Xiao Zhao, have progressed?"

The early morning light came to the bedroom at this time.

Unfortunately, it was covered by the drawn curtains, and only a little fluorescent light was reflected above.

"Hand in hand." Hanamaru Hanabi whispered.

"Besides holding hands?"

"No more."

"Really?" Mrs. Hanamaru narrowed her eyes and smiled even wider.

Hanamaru Hanabi suddenly remembered the strange and real dream just now, and thought of her own appearance, and immediately wrapped the quilt tightly to prevent any glimmer of light from sneaking in.

"No, no!"

Her voice was much louder, but still thin.

"Hmm~"

Mrs. Hanamaru understood, and nodded in relief. She felt that if she continued to follow this rhythm, she would soon be able to embrace her little grandson.

She stretched out her hand to gently touch Huahuo's head, her smile continued:

"Get up quickly, have breakfast first, there is chili that you like to eat, and don't forget that you have to help Xiao Kai make a bento in the morning."

"Um"

Hanamaru Hanabi nodded in agreement, her shy face was a little dreamy.

After her mother went downstairs, she sat up from the bed, stepped on her bare feet, and walked gently to her closet.

Girls naturally have many different kinds of clothes, and Hanamaru Hiroki bought most of Hanabi's clothes for her.

Because Mrs. Hanamaru was consulted, every piece of clothing here is expensive and fits her personality.

But during school time, she can only wear a spring sailor suit.

Slowly taking off her pajamas in front of the mirror, the girl's slender body was so simply revealed.

But Hanamaru Hanabi didn't dare to look at herself in the mirror, quickly put on the pleated skirt, and zipped up the zipper on the side of the sailor suit that was close to the waistline.

Finally, put on a layer of knee high socks required by the school.

Watching the black stockings slowly move up along the round ankle, sticking to his skin, and finally outline the curve.

Hanamaru Hanabi was thinking wildly about something in her little head, and suddenly became flustered.

In the living room of Hanamaru's house.

Hanamaru Hiroki put down the phone he had just finished talking on, and saw Hanamaru Hanabi coming down the stairs.

I have been busy working all night, and I can't even have peace in the morning. Only when I see my daughter's cute appearance, can I feel a lot more restless.

He smiled and shouted: "Huahuo, eat your breakfast first."

"Um"

Hanamaru Hanabi answered absently, blushing, subconsciously avoiding his father's sight, like a child who has done something wrong.

She was still immersed in shy dreams.

Even if it is a little bit of detail, Yuki Hanamaru can detect it, not to mention the abnormal performance of Hanabi.

what happened?
He instantly thought of dozens of hypotheses in his mind, and quickly locked on the most likely one.

Uesugi Kai.

The smile on his face froze for a moment, but he didn't show it immediately in front of his daughter, but patiently waited for her to sit in front of him.

"Fireworks."

"Dad." Hanamaru Hanabi sat obediently on the stool, looked up at his father, and for a moment, he saw him holding a gun and looking very angry, and his heart skipped a beat.

Hanamaru Hiroki noticed this detail, picked up his morning tea, and asked normally: "Did you go to Xiaokai's house to play again yesterday?"

"Ah."

Hanamaru Hanabi was still blushing, but he didn't think much about it. As long as his father didn't come home at night these days, he would ask this question in the early morning of the next day.

Just answer truthfully.

Hanamaru Hiroki took a sip of tea, and glanced at Mrs. Hanamaru who was coming with a tray: "What time did you get home?"

"Eleven o'clock." Huahuo was a little scared, after all, his father said before that he couldn't stay too late.

Unexpectedly, Hanamaru Hiroki did not show any uncomfortable expression, but just responded, saying that he knew.

"Father... aren't you angry?" Hanamaru Hanabi asked softly.

"Why is Dad angry?" Yuki Hanamaru took the plate and chopsticks handed over by Mrs. Hanamaru, and asked in a normal way.

Mieko Hanamaru didn't disturb the conversation between the father and daughter, but secretly signaled Hanabi when handing over the plate, telling her to be careful not to reveal too much.

But she didn't understand the meaning of her mother's wink at her at all.

Moreover, Hanamaru Hiroki keenly noticed Mrs. Hanamaru's slight pause in front of him, and a sharp light flashed in her deep eyes.

(End of this chapter)