I am in Mihua, and the ladies all like me

The call was connected within two seconds, and Serabelle's usual calm voice came out from the receiver.

"Hello? Auntie?"

"Yeah it's me."

Kissing Eri bit her lower lip and paused for a moment, at the same time she couldn't help but laugh at herself in her heart.

Even though I'm already in my thirties, I still feel nervous when asked if someone is free for a date.

Shame on you.

After calming down for a while, the female lawyer spoke again: "It's like this, Auntie just wants to ask if you are free this weekend, Sera-kun?"

"Weekends... there are some on Sundays, but not on Saturdays."

Serabelle's answer was quite concise and clear.

"Sunday, then."

Kisaki Eri agreed immediately.

"On Sunday, let's see when you wake up... Well, come to your aunt's office after breakfast."

"no problem."

Serabelle agreed immediately.

Until the call was hung up, Kisaki Eri gently pressed her hand on her chest, her heart beating rapidly and forcefully.

Sunday...

Forget it, I'll just have to continue working overtime. If I have a date on Sunday, I have to visit various stores the day before, just as if I were doing my homework.

After all, she hasn't had a good walk in the city center for many years.

Chapter 320 It’s the season of white photo albums again

Happy Saturday is here in the blink of an eye.

Serabelle arrived at Beika-cho at nine in the morning.

To be honest, based on his understanding of Yukiko, it was a little early to arrive at this point.

After all, she is an older girl who can live like an 18-year-old at the age of 38. As for her living habits, it is hard to say whether she will watch TV series in the middle of the night and fall into a deep sleep the next day and not wake up until the afternoon.

But since Yukiko asked him to arrive earlier, he had no choice but to arrive earlier.

Otherwise, who knows what kind of pranks the former will come up with.

So, as expected, after three consecutive phone calls failed to go through, Serabel decisively used the key to enter the house.

When I entered Kudo's house, the living room was empty.

It should be said that the entire first floor is quiet. Apart from the occasional dripping sound coming from the bathroom and kitchen, there is no other sound.

When I went up to the second floor, the bedroom door was also closed.

After seeing this scene, Serabelle had almost figured out what was going on.

He walked up to the room, slowly turned the doorknob, pushed open the door, and tiptoed in.

With the dim sunlight shining through the heavy curtains into the room, I saw an older girl sleeping soundly, with no intention of waking up, lying on the bed with her arms and legs spread out in a very heartless posture. The long-sleeved pajamas she was wearing had been rolled up to her knees and elbows when she tossed and turned at night, and had become short-sleeved shirts and shorts. There was a tablet computer next to her pillow.

As for the quilt, it was kicked all the way to the feet and squeezed into a heap in the corner of the bed.

Fortunately, the warm air conditioner was on in the room, otherwise I would have caught a cold if I had slept like this in this weather.

Seeing her like this, Serabelle suddenly didn't want to wake her up anymore.

Walking forward lightly, Serabelle picked up the two corners of the quilt with both hands, shook it slightly, and then covered the older girl on the bed with it up to her shoulders.

However, just as he was pulling Yukiko's unrestrained and freedom-loving arms raised above her head and preparing to tuck her into the quilt, perhaps because his movements were a little too rough, the latter actually woke up, and after making a few hums, she slowly opened her eyes.

When their eyes met, neither side had any overly intense reaction.

"…Good morning." Yukiko said vaguely.

"Good morning." Serabelle greeted politely, "But it's not too early, it's already nine o'clock."

"It's only nine o'clock, it's too early."

Yukiko covered her mouth and yawned.

"You asked me to come here early." Serabel was helpless.

"Well, it doesn't matter."

Yukiko raised the corners of her mouth, pulled her hand away, and together with the other hand that was covering her mouth, she raised them and put them around the boy's neck to close the distance.

"That's great. Stay with your sister and lie down for a while."

"..."

Another twenty minutes passed while he lay there, and the minute hand of the wall clock reached the position thirty minutes vertically downward.

It can be seen that Yukiko is still a little sleepy. She must have worked hard last night. It’s not a bad idea to go to bed a little later and get up later to ensure adequate rest.

But the problem is that she won't settle down.

Especially after Serabelle lay down, Yukiko started to fight with her left and right brain.

On the one hand, she wanted to close her eyes and sleep, but on the other hand, she wanted to kiss and hug Serabelle, and in the end she completely lost her sleepiness.

Of course, the main reason is that I don’t dare to continue to do it.

If we continue to make such a fuss, the situation from three days ago will be repeated and the date will not be possible.

Get up, wash up, and go out.

Because it was the weekend, even though it was only ten o'clock in the morning, more and more people were already filling up the commercial plaza in the city center.

After parking the car in the underground garage, Serabelle took Yukiko straight to the second floor of the plaza.

"By the way... what would you like to eat for breakfast, Yukiko-san?"

Serabelle stood in the corridor on the second floor of the square with her arm around her and looked around.

I have to say that most of the first floor of the plaza are clothing stores, jewelry stores, and cosmetics stores. There are only two restaurants, one is called KFC and the other is called Pizza Hut, both located at the entrance and exit of the first floor of the plaza.

In comparison, there are many restaurants on the second floor, ranging from Sukiyaki to Udon noodles to Okonomiyaki and so on.

Because Yukiko got up in a hurry, she hasn't even had breakfast yet, so she has to find a place to eat breakfast first.

But the problem is that he doesn't know what Yukiko wants to eat...

"Breakfast, I'll just have Ken Kidd."

Yukiko said calmly.

Going out on a date and eating KFC is a bit of a prank.

If a normal boy is said like this by his girlfriend, he will probably start to wonder if he has done something wrong to make her unhappy.

But Serabelle knew very well that Yukiko had no reason to play this game with her.

When she said she wanted to eat KFC, she probably really wanted to eat KFC.

"...Isn't it too greasy to eat that for breakfast?"

"No way~"

Yukiko hummed softly with a little pride, and patted her own belly, which was quite flat even through her clothes.

"Good genes mean you can be strong. You can eat chicken without getting fat, and you can play fish without getting fat!"

"All right……"

Since she said so herself, Serabelle couldn't question anything anymore. She could only shrug and go downstairs with Yukiko from the second floor back to the first floor.

At the same time, under the warm autumn sun near noon, another mature and beautiful figure appeared at the main entrance of the busy commercial plaza.

Although she was dressed in a more casual style because it was her day off, she was still recognizable to those who knew her by the habitual lipstick she wore for work and the long brown hair that was meticulously combed and tied up behind her head.

It is a certain undefeated queen of the legal profession.

"Well, let's take a look. Let's start with this store..."

Hibiki Eri was standing in front of the commercial plaza, looking down at her cell phone.

What was recorded on her mobile phone was a list of “excellent shops” in the downtown commercial plaza.

Although her office has been located in central Tokyo for many years, due to her busy work schedule and the lack of places to go shopping alone, she has never been to the many stores in the shopping plaza in the past decade.

Even every time I go to the shopping center, it is to purchase daily necessities for my family. I am the type who just buys and leaves.

So she specially consulted Ms. Kuriyama from the same office last night and wrote down the names of all the stores that have had good reputation recently. She planned to spend the whole day today trying them one by one and making her own summary.

This way, no matter what Sera-kun wants to eat tomorrow, she can come up with a date plan the first time.

Just do it!

She clenched her fists slightly as if she had made up her mind, and was about to step into the commercial plaza.

But just as her left leg took a step forward, she subconsciously raised her eyes and caught a glimpse of two familiar figures through the translucent sealing tape at the entrance of the square.

Is it Serabelle and... Yukiko?

The two of them didn't seem to notice Kisaki Eri standing outside the entrance of the square, and they walked into the KFC near the entrance of the square hand in hand.

……Eh?

Chapter 321 Yukiko felt a chill on her back

In the entire afternoon, the two of them completed the three-item package of eating, shopping and watching movies.

The only difference between Yukiko's so-called shopping and shopping in the popular sense is that she really just "shops" but doesn't "buy".

Especially when shopping in clothing stores, she doesn't even need the help of the salesperson. She skillfully takes the styles she likes from the hangers, changes in the dressing room, looks in the mirror, and if she's satisfied with how they look on her, she asks Serabel to take a photo as a souvenir.

I tried on more than ten or twenty pieces in total, but didn't buy any of them. I just put them on and put them back on the hanger, which made the salesperson completely angry.

So I can borrow clothes for free to take photos.

Afterwards, the two of them took their own portraits in a very traditional way using the self-service photo machine on the first floor of the commercial plaza.

To be honest, Serabelle couldn't understand the meaning of this thing at all, because this so-called photo booth... was actually just a selfie machine. You could take photos by inserting coins, and you could add some petal borders on top of the photos as special effects or something. After taking the photo, it would automatically print out as a photo.

The problem is that today's mobile phone selfies can also achieve this effect, not to mention that data transfer functions are so advanced nowadays. Physical photos may be fine for a year or two, but after ten or twenty years they will always oxidize and are difficult to preserve for a long time.

But since Yukiko wanted it, there was nothing he could say.

In the words of an older girl, this thing was very popular when they were in school and was a must-try item for couples on dates.

You can choose not to eat fancy food, or buy bags and clothes, but you can’t choose not to take photo shoots.

The first two are more practical than symbolic, but only the latter is a pure symbol, representing memories.

And memories are priceless.

That's probably the principle.

As for movies, Yukiko didn't choose those tear-jerking movies about love like those 17 or 18-year-old girls. Her reason was that there was nothing good about those movies. Even if they were really touching and moved her to tears, the makeup on her face would probably be blurred by the time the movie was over.

That would be so embarrassing.

So she decisively chose the Tom and Jerry movie, and laughed so hard in the screening room that she clapped her thighs and fell backwards, highlighting her joy.

After eating, strolling around the streets and watching a movie, it was already evening.

"What do you want for dinner?"

Coming out of the cinema on the top floor of the commercial plaza, Serabelle habitually asked Yukiko, who was holding her arm with one hand and rubbing her stomach which hurt from laughing with the other hand.

"Dinner..."

After hearing this, the older girl realized that she did feel a little hungry, and she couldn't help but take out her cell phone to check the time.

"Well, it's already this late, let's go home. If we go back now, the food we should buy will be delivered by the time we get home."

Because it’s boring to go out on the street alone, Yukiko usually orders groceries through food delivery apps.

It is a bit expensive, after all, Japanese labor is expensive.