"What do Hanawa think I'm looking at?" Uesugi Doo smiled and looked at her eyes shining in the sun.

In front, there is a thin little girl wearing round glasses standing behind the crowd.

Hanamaru Hanabu found her white silk legs wrapped in tight under her plaid skirt, and her little hands couldn't help but squeezed them a little, and turned around and said, "Do you... like that kind?"

Uesugi Do has been paying attention to emergency tasks just now, but he didn't find this highlight.

He glanced at it and felt his little hand tightening.

Men sometimes have to be more straightforward.

"Yes, yes, I like it very much." Uesugi said to her with a smile.

Hanamaru Hanahuo stared at him with a smile, and stuttered, "Actually, Hanahuo's family... also have these kinds of socks."

Uesuma Dog was stunned for two seconds, and suddenly wanted to pinch her face that was blushed by the sun:

"Do you want to wear it for me?"

Huaman Huahuo lowered his head and held the food box in one hand.

“Now…it’s not possible…”

"I know."

Uesuma led her past the green light that had just lit up and walked together on this bustling Qingmei Street.

Soon, I saw the building of Shinjuku Police Station.

There are several Toyota Crown 14th generation police cars parked in front of them, with reflective black and white paint, which makes people feel excited.

"Which floor is Dad working on?" Hanamaru Hanaguchi looked up curiously at everything nearby. The apology made her feel a little uneasy.

"It's on the fifth floor, the largest office." Uesugi Take out your cell phone and call your uncle.

Connect in seconds.

Hanamaru Yuki: Arrived?

Uesuma: Well, I just arrived at the street opposite the gate.

Hanamaru Yuki: Don’t enter through the main entrance, come in from the back of the building.

Uesuma: No problem.

beep--

Hanamaru Yuki hung up the phone very decisively.

Uesugi Do not know why he couldn't enter directly from the main entrance, but since it was his father-in-law's request, he wouldn't ask so much.

"Will dad come out?" Hanamara Hanamaru asked.

"Will come out," said Uesugi, holding the paper tube while holding it, clenching her white and tender little hand, "Let's go to the back of the building."

"Yes." Hanamara Hanabu nodded, following his little hand that was being held.

When they arrived at the back door of the Shinjuku Police Station building, Uesugi and Hanawa were waiting for a while, and then they saw Hanamaru Yuki in the blue gray police uniform walking out.

He walked in and saw the box in his hand at a glance.

Seeing his father, Hanamaru Hanabu suddenly buried his head and looked at the bow on his neckline.

Her strangeness was naturally seen by Hanamaru Yuki, and she didn't say anything about the reminder "The skirt is a little short today."

He gestured to Uesugi with his eyes and asked what had happened.

Uesugi can only respond with your eyes, it's not my fault.

When his daughter suddenly wanted to come to her, Hanamaru Yuki felt strange, "Forget it, come to my office first."

Along the way, there were very few people I met in the huge building.

When the policemen met Yuki Hanamaru, they all bowed 45° and greeted the police chief.

And as the few people left, they looked at the two young men behind him curiously and chatted about something.

A large office on the five floors.

Two cups of tea had already risen and steamed. Hanamaru Yuki sat back on his chair, put his hands on the desk, and smiled and said to the two people in front:

"Why did Huahuo suddenly think of coming to Dad's place today?"

"Huahuo... is here to apologize to dad..."

"Apologize?"

Huamaru Hanabu lowered her head, held up the food box with both hands, and handed it out seriously, speaking very seriously:

"Sorry... Huahuo made Dad unhappy..."

Unhappy?

Hanamaru Yuki glanced at Uesugizo sitting beside her. He was meticulous and understood what Xiao Cotton Jacket was saying.

It should be the incident yesterday morning.

She noticed the strange feeling of her before leaving?

He took the lunch prepared for him by his daughter with both hands and stroked the temperature on the food box. In fact, he didn't care much about the incident yesterday morning.

He looked at the guilty Hanamaru Hanabu and whispered: "Hanawa feels that Dad will be very sad about that?"

“Fire…”

"It's still possible." Hanamaru Yuki asked and answered, interrupting the little cotton jacket that was about to speak.

"sorry......"

Hearing his father's words, Huamao's head was buried deeper and lowered, and his weak voice became weaker and weaker.

A full of apology spread in the air, and even Uesugi Sato, who was sitting beside her, could clearly feel it.

"However," Hanamaru Yuki changed his tone and said calmly in his father's identity, "Dad actually has this kind of preparation for a long time. Seeing you grow up day by day, I was happy and worried that one day you would stay away from me."

As a father, the appearance of a daughter growing up will inevitably occupy an invasive area in her heart.

He took out a silver-white pocket watch in his inner pocket and opened it, which was a photo of Mrs. Hanamaru holding a young Huahuo when he was young.

The pocket watch is very simple. Although it is well maintained, the yellowed dial inside still has traces of time.

Uesugi Dok knew the origin of this watch.

At the autumn cultural festival in elementary school, a kind-hearted wife bought an extremely immature painting painted by Xiao Huahuo at that time.

One thousand yen.

Although 1,000 yen was not worth much money for the Hanamaru family, it was enough to encourage the little Hanamaru that was at that time.

She was happy to use the money to buy a very cheap pocket watch.

The first money I earned in this life was the first gift I bought with my own efforts.

At that time, Hanamaru Yuki was very happy to accept his daughter's cheap and luxurious intention.

And saved to this day.

As for why Uesugi knows it, it was because when he bought this pocket watch, he was next to Xiao Hanaishu.

Holding the pocket watch with his right hand, Hanamaru Yuki looked at the apologetic little cotton jacket, and he couldn't feel any annoying.

"Uncle, there is this." Uesugi Tou handed the small paper tube at hand to Yuki Hanamaru.

"Drawings of Fireworks?"

Hanamaru Hanamaru secretly glanced at his father and said in a low voice: "Zao...Zaojun said that you should be willing to apologize... So Hanamaru helped his father draw a painting."

She paused.

"So... can Dad forgive Huahuo? Huahuo will not say that kind of words to Dad again..."

"I accept the apology." Hanamaru Yuki understood that accepting her apology was the best choice to take care of her mood.

He looked at the exquisite food box and the painting that had not been opened, "The intention has been conveyed very clearly. I have prepared so many things for this. I know that I must be very attentive."

He continued.

"I have never been angry with fireworks, nor will I ever be angry with fireworks. Being able to have a daughter as well as you, and being able to see you from birth to growth with your own eyes is the happiest thing in my life."
Chapter completed!