"what to do?"

Uesugi looked around with a scorching forehead, and even saw the messy sailor suits scattered under the bed...

At this moment, he felt inexplicably wronged.

Obviously, I did nothing, so why did I have to face this kind of situation where my uncle broke his leg.

Bang bang! Bang bang!

The rough knock on the door became shorter and shorter, mixed with the voice of Uesugi Kiko's dissuasion.

"You guy pretended to be dead, right? I knew you were uneasy!! Wait for me!!!"

"etc!"

Hanamaru Yuki, who was full of anger, did not listen to any dissuasion at all. He held the "SIG P230" with one hand, aimed directly at the door handle, and instantly pulled the trigger.

Oh!

A shock.

Huamao Huahuo, who was tightly huddled in the quilt, suddenly opened his colorful purple eyes.

What caught my eye was the room I was familiar with.

Quiet and warm, no different from usual.

The heart directly under her throat was beating violently.

My head is also messy, but the pictures and the feeling of being touched are extremely real.

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

"Zhu...Zhuzhu..."

Hanamaru Hanabu clenched the quilt shyly, exhaled heat from his mouth, buried his head deeply in the warm quilt, and the girl's shy voice almost turned into a small animal-like cry.

Dongdong... Dongdong...

There was a steady knock outside the door.

Hanamaru Mieko: "Get up, Hanai, don't oversleep again."

Without a response, Mrs. Hanamaru knocked again and called softly:

"Fish, fireworks, get up and have breakfast."

“…”

"Little Fireworks, Fireworks sauce?"

Still no response, she pushed the door open and entered.

Seeing Hanamara Hanamara who was hiding tightly in the quilt and not even half of his head was protruding, Mrs. Hanamara walked over and sat on the edge of her bed:

“Fisha sauce?”

Wrapped her daughter's quilt and ran gently, Mrs. Hanamaru suddenly smiled: "Did you play too late last night? A lot of things happened that I couldn't tell you?"

"No, no!" Hanamara Hanamaru tried hard to squeeze out his head from the tightly wrapped quilt, and his weak voice was quickly explained.

Under her slightly messy short hair, she was dodging eyes and a feverish face.

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

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

"Can you tell my mother how far have you and Xiaozhao made progress?"

The early morning light came to the bedroom.

Unfortunately, it was blocked by the tightened curtains, and only a few fluorescence was reflected above.

"Holding hands..." Hanamara Hanami whispered.

"Besides holding hands?"

"No...no..."

"It's really gone?" Mrs. Hanamaru narrowed her eyes and smiled even more.

Hanamaru Hanabu suddenly remembered the strange and real dream just now, and thought of his appearance, and immediately wrapped himself in a tight quilt to prevent a little light from sneaking in.

"No, no!"

Her voice became much louder, but she was still weak.

"Yeah~~"

Mrs. Hanamaru understood and nodded with relief. She felt that if she continued to develop at this pace, she would soon be able to hold her grandson.

She reached out her hand to gently warm Huahuo's head, her smile unabated:

"Get up quickly and have breakfast first. If you have the chili you like, don't forget that you will also make the bento for Xiaozhao in the morning."

"Um......"

Hanamaru Hanabu nodded and agreed, a little dream appeared on his shy face.

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

Of course, girls have many different types of clothes, and most of Hanawa's clothes were bought for her by Hanamaru Yuki.

Because Mrs. Hanamaru's opinion was sought, each piece here was expensive and suitable for her personality.

However, when she was in school, she could only wear spring sailor suits.

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

But Hanamaru Hanabu didn't dare to look at himself in the mirror for too long. He quickly put on his pleated skirt and pulled the zipper on the side of the sailor suit that was close to the waistline.

Finally, put on a layer of over-knee stockings required by the school.

Watching the black stockings slowly move up along the round ankles, pressing against your skin, and finally outlined the curve.

Huamaru Huahuo was thinking about something in his little head, but suddenly he became busy.

In the living room of Huamaru's house.

Hanamaru Yuki put down his cell phone that had just finished talking and saw Hanamaru Hanamaru who was walking downstairs.

I was busy working all night and couldn’t even have peace of mind in the morning. Only when I saw my daughter’s cute look, my irritable mood felt much smoother.

He smiled and shouted, "Huahuo, have breakfast first."

"Um......"

Hanamaru Hanabu responded absent-mindedly, blushing, subconsciously avoiding his father's sight, like a child who had done something wrong.

She is also immersed in a shy dream.

Even the little details of Hanamaru Yuki can detect them, let alone the abnormal fireworks.

what happened?

He instantly came up with dozens of assumptions in his mind and quickly locked in the most likely one.

Uesugi.

The smile on his face stiffened for a moment, but it did not show it immediately in front of his daughter, but waited patiently for her to sit in front of him.

"Fire."

"Dad..." Hanamara Hanaguchi obediently sat upright on the stool, looked up at his father, and in an instant he looked very angry in his mind. He felt a sudden look of his gun in his mind.

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

"Um."

Hanamaru Hanawa was still blushing, but he didn't think much about it. These days, as long as his father didn't go home at night, he would ask this in the morning the next day.

Just answer truthfully.

Hanamaru Yuki sipped a sip of tea and looked at Mrs. Hanamaru who was walking with a plate: "When should I go home?"

"Ten... 11:00..." Hanawa was a little scared, after all, my father said before that he couldn't stay until too late.

Unexpectedly, Yuki Hanamaru did not show any discomfort, but responded to indicate that he knew.

"Dad...are you not angry?" Hanamara Hanabu asked in a low voice.

"Why are dad angry?" Hanamaru Yuki took the plate and bowls handed over by Mrs. Hanamaru and asked back normally.

Hanamaru Mieko did not disturb the conversation between the father and daughter, but just secretly signaled to Hanai when handing the plate, asking her to be careful not to reveal too much.

But she had no idea what her mother blinked at herself.
Chapter completed!