"Because... Hanawa came back so late last night... Dad clearly told Hanawa..." Hanawa continued in a low voice.

"As long as you don't spend the night there."

Hanamaru Yuki waved his hand indifferently and smiled at his daughter who was very careful in speaking in front of him.

"Firefire...get..."

Hanamaru Hanabu looked down at the steaming spicy fried rice in front of her. Her father's violent reaction in the dream made her a little worried and scared.

"dad..."

She had a little trouble and asked carefully, "If...if Huahuo really stayed with Zhaojun's side..."

Hearing this, Hanamaru Yuki's actions of drinking tea paused for a moment.

Do you really want to spend the night with that kid?

Is it because my daughter has grown up, or is that boy too charming?

Hanamaru Yuki's expression was quite complicated and interrupted her: "Anyway, it's absolutely not possible now. Even if Xiaozhao is relatively mature, you are still just children and have no preparations for this."

He put down the hot tea in his hand and placed it next to the dining plate.

"If you want to fall in love, just fall in love. This is something that both families agree with, but remember that you and him are both students, and there are many things to learn. Any decision must not be hasty."

"Um,"

Hanamaru Hanamaru nodded, then shook his head gently, and continued weakly, "Hashiwa actually wants to say... If Hanamaru was really at Zhaojun's house last night...will Dad..."

"Absolutely, I will definitely clean up that boy." Hanamaru Yuki said quietly.

Hanamaru Hanaguro paused when he heard this, and looked up at him: "Dad can't shoot, right?"

shot?

Could it be so outrageous?

Looking at his daughter's worried eyes, Hanamaru Yuki couldn't help laughing silently, and sighed deeply in his heart.

It turned out that what she had been worried about was not that her little secret was discovered, but that she was worried about the consequences of the little secret being discovered, and how he would treat that kid.

Although he knew that Hua Huo was just asking for concern and had no other intentions, he still felt a sensation in his heart.

Because this means that the father is no longer as important as before, and that the daughter who used to be attached to her since childhood has grown up.

Such a simple question made his father suddenly become distant and suddenly become much more distant.

His mood suddenly became heavier, but in front of his daughter, he still kept a smile and prepared to answer her inquiries with a normal heart.

"How could Dad do such a rude thing?" Mrs. Hanamaru sat opposite Hanamaru with her breakfast.

"Yes--" Hanamaru Yuki had not had time to speak.

"Really...can't...?"

The same simple question, but this sentence is a very distrustful question.

Hanamaru Yuki's smile stiffened for half a second.

Is he such a bad person in his daughter's mind?

When I think of her holding her hand since she was a child and smiling, my heart twitched and felt bitter and uncomfortable.

But he quickly returned to his original state, and he would not show this emotion in front of his daughter.

As soon as Hanamaru Hanawa's voice fell, he felt inexplicably that he had said the wrong thing. Looking at his father, whose expression had not changed at all, a sense of inexplicable guilt arose.

Although she didn't know what she said wrongly just now.

She opened her mouth, but suddenly closed it tightly because she didn't know what to say at this time.

"Of course not." Hanamaru Yuki replied naturally, without any discomfort.

A phone rang out suddenly.

Hanamaru Yuki came back from his stunned silence, took out the cell phone from his clothes and smiled at the mother and daughter, "I'll go and answer the phone."

He walked out of the living room.

Mrs. Hanamaru found that Hanamaru Hanamaru was looking down in front of her with her head down and put her hands on her legs, looking very depressed.

"Eat first, eat first," she said with a hurried smile, "No need to wait for dad, he will come back after the phone call."

"Um......"

Huamaru Hanabu responded in a low voice, but he kept sitting upright and not moving his chopsticks for a long time when facing the food he liked.

Soon, Hanamaru Yuki walked back from outside the living room.

He saw the look of his daughter looking at him, and smiled at her, "I'm sorry, Huahuo, Dad has to go to work."

"Not eating...breakfast?"

"I'm sorry, dad has no time."

Mrs. Hanamaru stood up and looked at Hanamaru Yuki who was in a hurry to put on casual clothes, frowned: "Is it the police station?"

"It's all unreliable guys," Hanamaru Yuki took the car key she handed over, and her tone suddenly became serious, "I let my opponent run three times, and I will throw it to me to deal with it now."

"Not a dangerous person, isn't he?" Mrs. Hanamaru was extremely worried at this time.

"Don't worry," Hanamaru Yuki hurried to the entrance and waved his hand to Mrs. Hanamaru who was following behind, "I didn't come like this any time."

My father's hurried back disappeared in the living room. Hanamaru Hanawa looked at the corridor leading to the entrance for a while, and then looked back at the half cup of morning tea in front of him that was still steaming and the fried rice that had not had time to turn on.

She remembered her father, who was always so kind to her, and her unreserved concern for herself since childhood.

But because of a dream, I abandoned my trust in my father who cared for meticulously.

The uncomfortable guilt continues to accumulate and ferment in my heart.

"sorry......"

She buried her head deeply and whispered apologizing to the vacant chair ahead.

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It was still that morning, and the dawn filled the alleys of spring.

Uesugi Sao just left the door with his mother smiling and was about to call Hanawa to go to school.

He was carrying his schoolbag, and there was a vague red mark on his handsome right face.

Although I don’t know why slapping myself has no effect, I ended the strange dream that was both a beautiful dream and a nightmare.

When he walked towards the Hanamaru family next door, he suddenly looked at his palm and then grabbed it with his five fingers.

"No, no."

Uesuma quickly shook his head, threw away some miscellaneous thoughts, and stepped into the small courtyard of the Hanamaru family.

Two white and pure lily flowers at the door are still blooming, and the faint fragrance is very suitable for the morning air, and the surrounding dawn is fresher and brighter.

I was in a very good mood today.

Before he could walk over and ring the doorbell, Hanaman, a sailor suit, opened the door from inside, and stepped out with a shoulder bag in both hands.

"Fire?"

She should have a bright smile every day, but her mood was very depressed at this time.

Because what?

"Zhaojun..."

Hanamaru Hanabuki did not look up at him, but lowered his head and slowly pulled the door behind him up.
Chapter completed!