Climbing the wall every day

The atmosphere at dinner was eerie.

She took a shallow look at Ayana who was shocking her with [-] volts of gaze, then at Tezuka Kuniichi and Tezuka Kuniharu who were expressionless but had equally eager eyes, and then looked at the radiance in front of her. The tempting aroma of beef stew in red wine, at the end, he reached out to touch his face, and asked Tezuka beside him in a low voice: "That..."

Tezuka-kun gave her a look without hesitation.

"...do I look weird...how come everyone..."

She hasn't finished speaking here, but the gaze attack on the other side has risen to another level.

So Tezuka saw the girl beside him tremble suddenly, she seemed a little shy, a little scared, and her small body unconsciously leaned closer to him, as if subconsciously seeking shelter.

"...It's nothing." Tezuka lowered his voice a little, with some imperceptible consolation.At the same time, he raised his head and looked at the adults in his family calmly, but there was a slight hint of dissatisfaction in his eyes.

Several lines of sight confronted each other in the air, refusing to give in to each other. In the end, Mr. Tezuka looked at Qian girl who was already fidgeting more and more, and then coughed lightly, implying that his son and daughter-in-law should restrain themselves somewhat.

However, in fact, this fact cannot be blamed on them.

Mr. Tezuka, who was serious on the surface, hummed in his heart very unhappily.

If it wasn't for the boy Guoguang's shallow gaze after he came back from the supermarket today, it was obviously softer than before, and it was also mixed with some inexplicable emotions, how could the old man be so excited?Having said that, this kid still doesn't live up to expectations. After so long, he can't bring back a granddaughter-in-law to show him to the old man. Can you blame him for making a fuss?ah? !

...As expected of a family, you can see the changes in Tezuka-kun's steady eyes from the beginning to the end...But Mr. Tezuka Kuniichi, the former head of the Tokyo Police Department who is known as the "iron face" , is it really okay for your old man to complain about your grandson so much? ? ? ...or is it just such a short few days, except for that beautiful and delicious little iceberg, Qianqian, you don't even plan to let such an old iceberg go, and infect your exclusive convulsion cells?Ahhhh? ? ? ? ?

The unscrupulous person covered his face.

But obviously, if you don't let other people get depressed, then it's not the name of the emperor.

On the surface, she still had an impeccable and pitiful expression, moving, moving, Qianqian finally moved to the place closest to Tezuka, raised her head, and looked timidly at Tezuka Kunimitsu, as if she would cry if he said something and walked away generally.

So it was not Bingshan Temple's fault to let someone almost lean against him like this, really not.

After all, such a small and warm child really can't tolerate being disliked by others.At least Tezuka was almost helpless with her, as long as he looked at her wet eyes, a corner of his heart softened uncontrollably.

I don't know how many times he sighed secretly in the past few days, Tezuka paused, and finally reached out to add another glass of water to Qianqian, completely unaware of the nanny-like exhortation in his tone: "Red wine Don't eat too much goulash."

"En." The girl responded obediently, nodding her head gently, making one want to reach out and pat her on the head, pampering her.

In fact, when Tezuka came back to his senses under the completely seething eyes of his family, his hand had already patted Qianqian's head.

The iceberg stiffened.

And the person who was photographed didn't seem to notice anything unusual at all, maybe he was used to other people's actions, and subconsciously rubbed the palm of his head.Tezuka could only feel her soft hair rubbing against his callused palm, like a feather brushing lightly.But the girl's slightly narrowed icy purple eyes reminded him of the purebred Persian cat his mother once raised. It was lazy, elegant and luxurious, but it made people want to feel pain naturally. go with your heart.

The hand that was about to be retracted stopped, Tezuka's beautiful peach eyes flashed brightly, and the long-chaotic thoughts in his heart finally cleared away the heavy fog and became clear.

This is a girl like a Persian cat, people have to pet.

Tezuka thought so.

There may be such a stubborn belief, and the reason is still an inexplicable instinct, but...he seems to be powerless to resist anything.

So, the hand that was used to holding the racket gently stroked the girl's brilliant blond hair with an extremely stiff but gentle force.