Miss Hardcore Love Daily

When Wanyin Jiaye was looking for ghosts yesterday, he deliberately placed an order for the next day at the wagashi store in Jingqiao in advance. He didn't see this white-haired man at the time, and he didn't expect to walk so far the next day to deliver things to himself. The person is still him.

After stuffing the wisteria flower amulet into the bar, Miss Wan Yin raised one eyebrow, and the white-haired boy pushed open the door and walked in from there.

The distance between the two was about three or four steps. The autumn sun was sticking to the boy's body from the outside with a slight coldness. Wan Yinjiaye supported his head with one hand and calmed down: "Take it here, put it here..."

There was no expression on the boy's face, his fair skin was shrouded in sunlight and turned pale gold, "Thank you for your patronage."

The girl's eyes followed her from the door, and just as he was putting things on the table and was about to move away—but he suddenly felt his hair being pulled.

The young man turned his head, and Miss Wan Yin saw a pair of astonished black eyes.

She still stretched out her thin wrist bones, and the fingers of her left hand that were twirling the stranger's hair hadn't been retracted yet, with an innocent look on her face.

Ah Liang, who saw his lady boss suddenly reaching out to pull his hair, didn't react. When the lady boss closed her eyes and smiled, the person being teased had already frowned.

"I'm sorry, I just touched it." Wanyin Jiaye shrugged, and had already moved his eyes to open the food box, "I'll send someone back to the store in the afternoon, you go first."

Suspected of being teased, the young man who was not angry at all didn't know what to do. He reached out and fiddled with his hair, and could only say, "So, excuse me."

As he said that, he walked out. Miss Wan Yin didn't intend to let the other party go just like that, she just asked the other party behind her back: "Where's your name?"

She looked at the pink red bean soup in front of her eyes and the rice cakes like the fat man, "I didn't see you in the shop yesterday."

"Immortal Kawashiya—my mother works in the store, and I occasionally take over."

"Hahaha, that's it, I saw a woman with eyes very similar to yours..."

The boy who said his name didn't leave in a hurry when he heard this, and heard the girl say: "Well, they are all pretty."

With his back to the door, Wanyin Jiaye pinned his cuff with one hand, and stirred the bowl with a white porcelain spoon in the other, when there was a sudden 'jingle bell'.

"He's gone, landlady!"

Ah Liang, who was still wiping the glass in his hand, raised his eyebrows at Wan Yin Jia Ye.

Miss Wan Yin didn't move: "I heard it."

"But why are you making fun of that child all of a sudden?"

The blond girl paused: "Teasing? Is that considered teasing? I just stroked his hair?"

"Well, that kind of intimacy is something only family members or lovers do!"

"Just thinking of people I know." Miss Wan Yin stared at the re-stirred noodle soup, and suddenly remembered the lengthy dream she had on the train. An inexplicable feeling rushed in her heart, and she wrinkled uncomfortably. frown.

The child said that she was playing tricks at that level, but he had never seen her really want to play a prank, right?

Wan Yinjiaye lowered her eyes coldly, but looked at the other party with a smile, and said viciously, "Then can I touch your hair?"

"Huh?" The child in her store was embarrassed, after all, he just said that it was not polite.

Miss Wan Yin saw that he wanted to refuse, so she continued: "If you refuse, then you can go home today; if you can, you can increase your wages by [-]% this month - how about it? How do you choose?"

juvenile:"……"

"Ha! How? Can't you choose? But let me tell you, Ah Liang, this is the real trick - idiot."

Miss Wan Yin restrained her smile, she didn't dare to show her fangs and claws before.But now there is no place she needs to pay attention to, and the thing hidden in the root suddenly pops out.

She embarrassed the commoner's child, but she didn't care too much. She only showed him the teeth she had deliberately exposed, and then returned to her soft attitude.

"Well, don't be nervous, just kidding."

The lady proprietress of this tavern put down the uneaten rice cake and red bean soup, and went back upstairs, leaving only the only employee who was still watching the shop.

The boy who had just been taught a lesson stayed there, not knowing what to do for a while... Wan Yinjiaye went upstairs for a while, and Mr. Kutiao, who came over to watch the scene today, also came in from the outside wrapped in a coat.

Jiu Tiao is an old man who hangs around here. As soon as he entered the door, he saw the new kid with a listless look. He expressed his concern as a manager:

"What's the matter, you look unhappy, you are the face here, don't use this face to receive guests!"

"Mr. Kutiao!" The young man seemed to have seen a savior, but he opened his mouth and couldn't say anything.

Not only that, he couldn't even tell the other party about the bit of fangs that the proprietress showed.

At this point, he had no choice but to say: "I was educated by the lady boss just now, don't tell me, I really can't see the depth of our lady boss."

Jiujo nodded: "She's the proprietress."

It means that since they are all bosses, it is normal to have some means.

The young man was silent for a moment, and after understanding, he began to talk about other gossip:

"How old is the proprietress? Fifteen? Sixteen? But I feel that something is not right."

Jiu Tiao is in his 50s and [-]s this year, and his eyes are so vicious compared to this young man of eighteen or nineteen——

Ms. Wan Yin's age should be around [-] or [-], but because she is a woman, she wears makeup and usually dresses more maturely. Coupled with her calm and relaxed posture, it is not easy for people to judge accurately.

As the original owner of this tavern, Kujo is also regarded as the retainer of Ubuyashiki. He also knows a little bit about ghosts and ghost killing teams. The secrets in this are far beyond the reach of ordinary people, so he shook his head Shake your head.

"Do your job honestly, don't ask anything else."

In this way, the background behind the proprietress of the newly opened tavern in Ginza Commercial Street was once again covered with a layer of secrets.

Kuano Kuangjin left, and took her own crow with her. Wan Yinjiaye had no source of information, so she began to think of other ways. Besides, she returned to Kyobashi again, wanting to find the girl who was killed by herself that day. Let go of the ghost.

But with little success.

For several months, for some unknown reason, the ghost she had lured—the one that claimed to be Tong Mo had disappeared. Wanyin Jiaye had made an appointment with the other party to go to the performance of the Takarazuka Opera Troupe. On the day of the show, Wanyinjiaye didn't find Guimao.

She has almost become a person who is insulated from ghosts, soaking in her tavern every day, occasionally chatting with guests, occasionally reading upstairs, and occasionally going outside to play.

For example, a cafe in Ginza or a dessert shop in Kyobashi.

During this period of time, she has met many local people who are also leisurely, but she has never entered the top circle of Tokyo Prefecture.

She was originally a foreigner, and she didn't have any referrals, so she naturally had no wind to enter the salons held by those nobles in a short period of time.

Ms. Wan Yin would occasionally see the boy whose name she had asked her in the dessert shop, and the boy named Bushichuan did not lie.

He only went to help at noon or in the morning. Sometimes when she saw the boy's black-haired short mother, she guessed that his father was a white-haired person.

This statement caused the young man to be silent, and Wan Yinjiaye sensed the other party's resistance, so he wisely stopped mentioning it in person.

I just chewed my tongue with the gossiping proprietress:

"You don't know, that man is a scumbag, but who told Zhu Zhi to marry him!"

"Scum?" Wan Yinjiaye didn't say anything, but simply said a word that aroused her interest.

"That's right! That bastard finds a reason to beat Zhuzhi and the child as soon as he drinks, Miss Kaye knows, right? Zhuzhi didn't come for a few days, and he was beaten until he couldn't move before, and Shimi's child came to take over ...But later, that kid is only willing to work in the back recently."

"What about domestic violence..." Ms. Wan Yin lowered her eyes and smiled, then changed the topic: "Is the Immortal River here today?"

The proprietress nodded quickly: "Come on! Isn't that right? Yesterday that bastard went to Huajie to drink again. Today he came to take over."

"Behind?"

"No, I looked at it this morning. That child has a bruise here, and this side is wrapped in gauze." The proprietress pointed to her chin and the top of her head, "I'll call him for you? But it looks so pitiful, the little girl's home The family is afraid that you will have nightmares."

Wan Yinjiaye blinked, "Forget it, I'm just passing the time."

That's the end of the topic about Immortal Kawasami's father, and she later heard that the man was killed by his enemies in the street.

The proprietress said that although the bastard was a scumbag, he could at least support the family, but after the bastard died, he could only rely on bamboo branches and Shimi, who was the boss, was busy outside.

But that was a long time later. Wan Yinjiaye didn't find any information here, so she thought about going back to Wusa Mountain. She had been out for about half a year, and at the end of winter, she would always go back to find Sato.

So waiting for the first heavy snowfall that year, Wan Yinjiaye asked Mr. Kutiao to look after the shop, and she patted her buttocks and said to go home for the New Year.

The author has something to say:

I don't know why, when I think of Brother Feng who is covered in injuries, I feel inexplicably distressed.

I didn't expect it, I went home again (covering face)

The story of the follower brother is still behind Y(^_^)Y

Crab and crab "Karma bones", irrigation nutrient solution*1～