Daily overtime in winery

========================

When I woke up, my mind was groggy, I felt an inexplicable feeling of exhaustion, and I didn't know why I felt extraordinarily cold.

Chie even felt that she was so tired that she didn't want to open her eyes, she just wanted to sleep until the end of time.

But the bad feeling from her body forced her to wake up and figure out what was going on, so when she opened her eyes, she saw a large piece of silver.

It was pitch black outside the curtains, and the dim light from the turned on night light was enough for her to see clearly.

That's Gin's hair.

The only two times they shared the same bed before this was restrained and reserved, even if they were covered by a quilt, they tried to avoid it as much as possible, maybe Chie unilaterally avoided physical contact, until after what happened last night, Only then did she realize how naive her previous actions were.

So Gin, who was able to do nothing before, can be regarded as a very polite and honest gentleman.

Then just last night, this gentleman took revenge for all the grievances he had suffered before.

Chie twitched her lips.

She blew the hair that was stuck on her face to the side, only to realize that now she was completely surrounded by Gin's arms, using his shoulders as a pillow. No wonder she felt her neck ached. Gin's profile and neck could be seen, and Gin who woke up one step ahead of her was looking at her.

Chie blinked and smiled, "Good morning."

As soon as she opened her mouth, she realized that her voice was terribly hoarse.

It's terrible.

Not-so-good memories came flooding back, she remembered how she had been tossed like this, and the corners of her mouth that were smiling just now collapsed instantly.

"Good morning." He lowered his head with a smile and whispered in Chie's ear.

Chie shrinks her neck, intending to play dead.

Boy, she remembered it all.

This person was not satisfied with the first car yesterday, and when she was arguing to clean up the bathroom, she put hot water in the bathroom and drove the second car in dissatisfaction. How low can her bottom line be, to force her to say so many shameful words.

Those who didn't know thought they were filming Lifan.

"If I catch a cold today, it's all due to you." Chie sniffed, feeling her head was still dizzy.

"Have a cold?"

Her voice was not right, Gin finally realized with conscience, and pressed his palm on her forehead. After a while, he "tsk" and said in a very disgusted tone, "Why did you catch a cold?"

"You still ask me?" Chie buried her head and didn't want to move, "If you didn't drive the second car in the bathroom yesterday, would I have caught a cold? I obviously said I was cold, what did you do?"

It seems to be losing his temper, but the nasal sound caused by a cold will be more like coquettish here.

Gin was silent for a rare moment, and then lifted the quilt.

"Where are you going?" Chie grabbed his hair.

"Let go!" A vein twitched on Gin's forehead.

"Where are you going?" Qiane refused to let go, "Do you want to turn your face and deny anyone when you eat it?"

"Go get your medicine."

"Oh......"

Only then did Chie let go.

Rescuing his precarious hair from her hands, Gin put on his nightgown and opened the door to go out.

Chie blushed and buried herself in the quilt, her mind was filled with the scene just now.

Good guy, there was nothing in the nightgown before I put it on, I didn't see it clearly last night, but now I can see everything.

Wait... She doesn't seem to be doing well, does she?

So last night when you slept, you were in zero-distance contact?

......

This, this, is a bit exciting...

A slight fever made her brain very hot, but her body was chilling. Chie was shivering wrapped in a quilt, and it didn't take long for Gin to come back with antipyretics and a water glass.

"Take the medicine before going to bed." He handed over a glass filled with warm water.

Chie sat up wrapped in the quilt, took the medicine and lay down again.

"Don't you have anything to say?" She hid under the quilt and asked Gin who was standing by the bed, "Or do you have something else to do today?"

"No."

Not knowing which question this "no" was answering, Gin filled the water glass with hot water and sat down on the bed again.

"You lie down."

"..."

"Mr. Gin, I don't think there is anything wrong, are you shy?" Chie poked his arm.

"What gave you such an illusion?"

The expression on the face of the person who was being teased was rare, and he lay back obediently after saying this.

Both of them had an early schedule, and it wasn't even seven o'clock, and the sun hadn't risen outside, so even if they had something to do, they could stay in bed for a while longer.

"Just take it as my guess." Chie pursed her lips, and after Gin lay down, she leaned against her, and Gin couldn't help frowning because of her cheeks that were hot from the fever.

To be honest, it was all his fault, and he never thought that Ogiwara Chie's physical fitness was so poor.

Originally, I planned to have another pleasant exchange in the morning, but now it is obvious that I can't drink some soup.

"Do you know what I was thinking just now?" Chie asked abruptly, and before Gin could say anything, she continued, "I was thinking that if you dare to say that you have something to do today or if I wake up and you are not here, Then even if I pretend to be a fake wine, I won't allow you to appear in front of me again."

"If I remember correctly, you raised it seriously yesterday."

"Are you shrugging off responsibility?"

"of course not."

"You better be."

Chie rubbed her hot cheeks against his slightly colder neck again, wrapped her arms around his waist irregularly, and Gin's hands were also unceremoniously on her back .

"I never thought that it would be like this to hold the person I like," the voice had a strong nasal tone, and her throat hurt badly, but Chie, who was delirious, became more courageous at this time, "Obviously I was So afraid of you, why did you become like this..."

There was a gentle knock on the forehead, Gin didn't say anything, but Chie seemed to vaguely know what he was thinking.

Chie has always had a subtle sense of inferiority in this kind of matter, more like that kind of pleasing personality, she knows the situation of the organization and the special identities of the two of them, in this case, she will not act like Asking for vows, confessions, etc. like a fool.

It can only be said that in this kind of thing, you love me, even she wants to hear Gin say that she likes it.

Soon after closing her eyes, the effect of the medicine kicked in, and Chie fell into a drowsy sleep again.

She didn't see the expression on Mr. Gin's face, it was a very gentle expression that would never appear at all.

In the afternoon, the snow stopped, and Chie was sweating all over. When she woke up, there was no one around her, and the quilt was still warm.

It was as if he remembered not to leave.

After a day's sleep, she was so hungry that she changed her clothes and washed up and went to the living room, and saw light porridge and hot water on the table, still steaming hot.

"I found something for you." Someone on the sofa had already changed into his usual outfit, and was typing something on the computer without looking back.

"What?" Chie was a little curious.

"Eat your meal first."

"Oh......"

She walked to the dining table, skilfully took out her mobile phone while eating and swiping social software, and she agreed to an extra friend request.

Anyway, they were all lying on the list, and she never dealt with them very much.

After passing through, a message was sent over there in seconds. Chie clicked on it, and almost choked on a mouthful of porridge.

Seeing that Gin didn't notice this, she hurriedly replied with a beating heart.

【Are you crazy? 】

Another photo was sent over there soon.

Chie: "..."

【Do you know that this kind of behavior of yours is called a top shot, big detective】

[Since sister Vivienne wants to cooperate, I can't get in touch, so I can only use this method]

【Aren't you afraid that Gin is by my side now? 】

[...No way? 】

Chie held up her phone and snapped a photo.

There is no reply there.

The man who heard the photo being taken turned around, and saw Chie gesturing to the bowl and chopsticks.

"what are you doing?"

"Mr. Gin's loving lunch, let's commemorate it." Chie shook her phone.

"Boring." He turned his face away again and continued to work.

Chie breathed a sigh of relief.

She really didn't intend to scare the fake child, but if she didn't scare him, she would feel aggrieved and panicked.

By the way, how did he know her social account?

......

Forget it, I don't want to.

I made another pack of cold medicine for myself, and looking at the brown liquid in the cup, Chie sorted out her thoughts, thinking that Gin had gone to deal with Taku Itakura's affairs yesterday, so she probably came back at that point.

Gojo Satoru really, how can she face Mr. Neighbor again...

In short, it was Gojo Satoru's fault.

After drinking the medicine in the cup, Chie rubbed her hands and came to the living room and sat next to Gin. As soon as she sat down, the man pulled her and she leaned into his arms.

Just as Chie was about to say something, Gin's voice came from above her head.

"See if this is what you want."

He stopped pressing the keyboard, and what was displayed on the screen was something Chie didn't quite understand at first glance, but after seeing some key words, she finally understood what it was.

"Pharmaceutical algorithm? Where did you get it?" She asked in surprise.

She thought it was something else, even though she probably knew that it was written by Takuo Itakura, she still couldn't believe it.

But if this is a program written by Itakura Takumi, Vermouth should have approached Itakura Takumi before she proposed the algorithm...

Chie was puzzled, but wisely she didn't ask.

"I've slightly modified what I ordered before." Gin said in a very casual tone, "From a guy called Itakura Taku."

"Last night?"

"Ah."

"But..." Chie's little heart started beating wildly again, she took out her phone tremblingly, and pressed it twice, "Have you read the news? This morning, Itakura Taku... .died yesterday."

"..."

Chie could tell from his expression that he didn't even look at it.

Gin remembered that he pressed several Vodka's calls today, and that time happened to be when Chie hugged his arm and acted like a baby.

I wanted to call back afterwards, but in order to take care of this patient, I ignored it.

"Then... who traded with you yesterday?" Chie asked.

"No show," Gin said, "just a drunk and a kid, adults can't hide in a locker..."

Having said that, his voice paused.

"But children can," Chie finished adding the rest of his words, and patted him on the shoulder vicissitudes of life, "Let's have some refreshments."

Gin clapped her hand dissatisfied: "It's just a brat..."

"Don't underestimate children." Chie said, "Look, you are being fooled by children."

This is also what she thinks is very unreasonable in the animation plot. In the middle of the night, drunks can understand, but how can there be children appearing on the street in the middle of the night? The most outrageous thing is that Gin has no doubts at all.

Is it the malice of the production team or is he really not paying attention to the children? This matter seems to have become a permanent metaphysics.

"Better not let me find out who it is."

A certain person's face was so gloomy that water dripped out, Chie took good care of his face, and only dared to secretly laugh in her heart.

She slid the touchpad to input a few numbers on the program, and then recorded the numbers.

"It's decided, start testing from these few tomorrow."

Excitedly thinking that he could get things done, he didn't expect Gin to close the computer and throw it aside, lift her up and hug her on his lap, and then put the dirty puppet in front of Chie.

"I checked, the manufacturer of this thing."

"Eh? Can you find it?"

"The fabric, this kind of fabric is very special. As far as I know, there is only one company that was still producing this fabric more than 20 years ago, and this style should be a custom-made one."

"Which one?" Chie swallowed.

"One."

--------------------

The author has something to say:

Why is this daily life becoming more and more old couples...