The Savior of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department

With her rich life experience, she has seen too many high-ranking ladies who were former dignitaries and later suffered misfortune. She worried that her daughter might become one of them in the future.

It just so happened that Atsuto Yamashita, who was still in junior high school, left a deep impression on her.

She is sensual and extremely emotional.

Kasumigaoka Chinami is aware of her shortcomings, so when she saw her daughter saying that her fiancé was Atsuto Yamashita, she was surprised and looked at the photo.

It was determined that the police officer Yamashita Atsuto was the same as she remembered.

"That's why you guys met Uncle Matsumoto first, just to see if he played a correct guiding role in the growth of Toruren."

Xia Zhiqiu Shiyu also figured it out now, and his expression relaxed: "The reason why he offered to meet with Toru now is probably because Dad thinks that Toto's character has been led back to the right path."

"...Ha, really, can you create an atmosphere of panic for me, Shi Yu?"

Kasumigaoka Chinami's face collapsed when she was exposed, and she rested her chin with one hand, looking quite bored.

In fact, this time her opinion was really at odds with her husband.

It's just that I don't want to embarrass my daughter, and I don't express my sixth sense.

After all, there is no evidence.

She still still remembers the frightened eyes they showed when she mentioned the name Atsuto Yamashita to some former bad students.

"...So it turns out that the novel I wrote back then was sent back by Aunt Chienami?"

The man who was fishing with his pony at the foot of the mountain was scratching his head. The inside news that the old man told him really surprised him.

Wasn't his rampant and lawless behavior when he was in school...

I regret it at the beginning......

"At that time, it was said that it was mainly because of the bad influence. However, what Qian Naimei didn't expect was that ten years later, you would actually become her son-in-law."

Xia Zhiqiu Zhengyi, who is fishing freely, appreciates the ease and freedom of this prospective son-in-law when fishing.

The casualness that jumped out of his bones was very to his liking.

Judging from his rich life experience, this is not an act.

"Then, Aunt Chinami won't...have any opinion on me?"

Atsuto Yamashita, who was recognized by his father-in-law, was overjoyed, and then thought of what he did in junior high school, and couldn't help feeling a little worried.

"Time will tell everything. I look forward to your actual actions, hahaha." Kasumigaoka, who is very confident in her own eyes, gave her son-in-law an encouragement with a smile.

"Yes! I understand!"

Chapter 220 Haibara Ai's Call to Miyano Akemi

"Cheers~"

The cups filled with sake collided with each other, and the splashed wine exuded a rich fragrance on the dining table.

Mumu Thirteen is worthy of being Mumu Thirteen, the recommended wine is extraordinary.

Akatsuki Yamashita, who got a little face-lifting after drinking, was very happy today.

"Yamashita-kun, you will stay here tonight, and Shiyu also said that you are still on vacation, so you don't need to rush to work at the Metropolitan Police Department." Kasumigaoka Masaichi, who drank the wine in his cup, probably Drinking a little too much, the appearance of hooking shoulders with the prospective son-in-law attracted the two daughters beside them to cover their faces frequently, unable to bear to look directly at them.

"Honey, you're drunk, why don't I help you back to your room first?"

Kasumi Hill Chinami reached out to pick up her drunken husband, but the latter waved her hand and refused: "No, no, no, I'm not drunk, I'm not drunk, Chinami."

"Tutoren, drink less, too."

Kasumigaoka Shiyu, who was sitting next to her fiancé, muttered in a low voice, and gently squeezed the right hand that fell on the man's thigh, reminding him.

"Okay, I'll listen to you."

The slightly drunk man blinked at Shi Yu, but he showed no intention of refusing the father-in-law's request to keep pushing for a change of cups. The girl was so angry that she slapped him hard with her right foot under the dining table.

"Shiyu, I'll help your father back to the room first. Yamashita-kun, I'm sorry."

"No no no, nothing."

It never occurred to me that the old father-in-law, who had such a poor drinking capacity, began to pretend to be superior. After the mother-in-law took the people away, he subconsciously hiccupped: "Hi~~~"

"Really, you are also drunk. You can really listen to my father's persuasion."

Kasumigaoka Shiyu, who wanted to express her dissatisfaction after her parents left, saw the flush on her fiancé's face, and the tangy smell of alcohol made her dissatisfaction turn into a wife-like scolding.

"Isn't this just to marry you?"

Toshito Yamashita, who really liked drinking, grinned, and the sincere words from the heart made the girl help him up the stairs, and the corners of her mouth raised uncontrollably: "Don't be silly, I'll take you to the room first."

"I'm not poor-mouthed."

Enjoying the support of his fiancee, the slightly drunk man walked into the second bedroom on the second floor step by step.

"You rest for a while, I'll go get a basin of hot water—ah!"

The arm that hadn't been released in time was pulled by the man until he lost his balance, and fell on the bed without any risk.

"What kind of hot water are you drinking? I'm not drunk."

Shan Xia, who fell together with the trend, was still half drunk at the moment.

"You——" Xia Zhiqiu Shiyu's eyes were full of astonishment.

"My father-in-law is drunk, so I can't be sober." With his arms around his fiancée's shoulder, Yamashita Atsuto gave a very good reason.

Besides, a piece of drunk experience is also a common language.

"Bah, shameless."

Xia Zhiqiu Shiyu pushed away his fiancé who approached him with disgust on his face: "Go take a bath if you are not drunk, you smell so bad of alcohol."

"together."

Atsuto Yamashita issued an invitation to take a bath for two.

"No, you should know that I don't like the smell of cigarettes and alcohol on your body." Xia Zhiqiu Shiyu solemnly refused.

"unless……"

"Unless what?"

"You tell me stories."

"story?"

"A story from your childhood."

"you sure?"

"of course."

"That would be a long story. I think I was the number one person in the Beihai Orphanage..."

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【call……】

[At this point... the doctor should have already fallen asleep. 】

Tokyo, Mihua Town, Dr. Ali's house.

Hui Yuanai, who opened his eyes from a fake sleep, lifted the quilt and tiptoed out of bed.

The phone that had already been disguised as a communication was placed in front of her desk, and the girl who looked down at the letter was trembling.

【calm down……】

【It is still not certain that this phone number belongs to my sister...】

After taking a few deep breaths, Hui Yuanai calmed down and made a phone call according to the number he wrote down on the letter.

"beep……"

"beep……"

"beep……"

[The number can be connected, it is not an empty number. 】

Hui Yuanai clenched his fists, feeling more and more nervous.

She "undercovered" the Aso Clinic, and even went against her own conscience to accept Aso Shi, the untalented student, for what?

It's not just about the whereabouts of her sister Miyano Akemi.

A few days ago, during an experiment, she accidentally discovered a file that should be hidden by Aso, which recorded the information of a woman-Yuri Fazi, an employee of Johnny's Medieval Art Museum.

In the past few days, she has secretly investigated this Yuri Fazi, but found nothing abnormal.

But she didn't believe that Aso would actually hide the data of a woman who was not abnormal.

Therefore, after thorough preparations, Hui Yuan Ai decided to call the phone number on that document after thinking over and over again.

Alternate bow morphers, virtual phone location, and more

Hui Yuan Ai made every possible preparation to ensure that no one else would be affected by his actions.

"Hey?"

Five seconds later, the call was connected.

The familiar voice made Hui Yuanai subconsciously cover his mouth, blinked, and tears burst out of the frame.

"Hello? May I ask who you are?"

"I want to buy a painting. A friend of mine who bought a painting in an art gallery introduced you and said that he can call you directly, Miss Yuri."

The voice coming out of the bowknot voice changer does not sound mixed with any excitement.

"Buying paintings? Yes, I am indeed in charge of this one. Then which painting do you want to buy?"

Akemi Miyano, who is often referred by customers because of her good service attitude, has no doubts.

"I haven't figured it out yet. My boyfriend prefers the medieval style, so can you recommend it to me, Miss Yuri?"

"Of course, but I'm not at work today, so how about it. You can come to the art museum anytime tomorrow, and I'll introduce you on the spot. What do you think?"

"Okay, then at nine o'clock tomorrow morning."