My Daily Life with Gosara Ayase/my Sister Can't Be Ayase's Little Angel

Ryunosuke blinked, but he was not ashamed to say it, but just stretched out three fingers.

"Three, San, Yama, Miss Yamada?" Ayase guessed.

"Uh," Ryunosuke was a little surprised, seeing that Ayase didn't understand what he meant, he explained guiltily, "It's three people." 135 Chinese om

Ayase stared at him in a daze after hearing the words, struggling to digest the news.

She didn't know how to talk to Ryunosuke.

It's too sudden, too sudden, why are you about to get married?

After getting married, is my brother going to move out of the house?

Ryunosuke saw that Ayase's eyes were a little distracted, and he was a little scared: "Ayase, don't be angry, my father has agreed."

After regaining her senses, Ayase let out a "hum", then turned and left Ryunosuke's room.

I told my dad, of course she knows, and she also knows about the wedding the year after next, but that's not what Ayase cares about.

She knows that my brother likes Miss Yamada and Miss Black Cat, but who is the third person?

When did my brother hook up with another girl?

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After Ayase returned to her room, she threw herself on the bed in her own room, holding Lian Tong Nai and giving her a green octopus pillow.

Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath.

Could the third person be Kirino?Not likely.

But can there be one more Kirino?It should be possible.

After all, Kirino is so perfect.

Ayase is very confident about this point, as long as my brother and Kirino get along for a while, he will fall in love with Kirino, right?

And Kirino also said that if you want to find a boyfriend, you should find someone who is as mature as a high school student.

Brother, it happens to meet the conditions.

Ayase thought that Kirino would call her sister-in-law in the future, uh, no, no, she would call herself sister-in-law Kirino, and she would call herself, um, sister-in-law.

She couldn't help but bury her face in the pillow, a little ashamed of her delusions.

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With Ayase like this, it's hard to say "I'm going to bed early, don't tell me to take a bath".

Well, let's not talk about it at all, presumably Ayase won't find herself today, right?

At 7:33 in the evening, Ryunosuke hurriedly packed up his things and changed into new clothes.

Then he quietly went downstairs, and with a tactical roll, he slipped from the dead corner of the living room door to the entrance.

Put on your own shoes and hide your slippers.

Ryunosuke opened the door without a sound, and closed the door without a sound.

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Finally, he started walking quickly, and Ryunosuke slowed down after walking out of his own community.

How does this feel like sneaking over the wall and going online at night?

Ryunosuke stopped and checked the time, it was 7:40 in the evening.

Even if I go to bed at 11 o'clock in the evening, I still have more than 3 hours to play happily with Jing Keai.

Are you going on a date tonight?

Like the previous two times, go out to eat ramen, then chat and flirt.

But will this mode always be a bit monotonous?Ryunosuke doesn't think so.

For example, when ordinary people date at night, they go to the cinema, have dinner, and send them home. This is the process.

If it's like this every date, you'll get tired of it pretty quickly.

However, for guys who are very fanatical about watching movies, they have always been in this mode, so they won't be bored, right?

Therefore, the same principle applies to ramen, and Jing Keai eats this set.

After Ryunosuke made up his mind, he took out his mobile phone and sent Jing Keai a message: "Jing Kei, have you had dinner yet?"

The reply was quick, as if the phone was in his hand: "I've eaten."

Ryunosuke sent a funny message: "Ramen?"

"╲" Jing Keai replied with a shy expression.

Ryunosuke sent a message with some regret: "That's a pity, I planned to eat ramen with you."

Chapter 580

If we eat ramen later this afternoon, we can go out with Ryunosuke, right?Just like last time and last time.

Thinking like this, Jing is lovely, feeling a little bit self-pitying in her apartment: "Oh, really, why didn't you call him earlier?"