In Tokyo, collecting rent starts with my wife

The crisp sound of "pa pa" echoed in the villa.

Saki Misaki's big eyes instantly became watery, and she protected her little butt with a look of grievance.

Her little mouth twitched and she didn't dare to say anything more.

I am really speechless about this walking emoticon.

The bedroom door here had just been closed, but the bedroom door next to the study was opened.

Onodera Reiko and Chiba Shimizu walked out.

Standing at the railing, I found that there was no one in the living room on the first floor.

"Strange." The wife couldn't help but wonder, "I just heard the sound of two people fighting."

Chiba Qingshui didn't say anything. The girl stood at the door, thinking seriously about what her wife had just said in the bedroom.

“Does the oil temperature have to be controlled?”

........

"Haruhi, can I discuss something with you?"

night,

Saki Misaki lay in the boy's arms and said in a somewhat coquettish tone.

After being scolded, the girl obviously became obedient.

"What's the matter?" Haruhi yawned leisurely and said slowly.

"Next time, can the two of us go to the kitchen?"

Haruhi glanced at the innocent and lovely little face leisurely, which seemed to be filled with anticipation.

"Okay, but I think it would be better if you could cosplay it instead."

"Cosplay?" The girl tilted her head. "Do you want to see me cosplay Asahina?"

Ok?

Have you ever said this yourself?

He glanced at Misaki Saki with a slightly scrutinizing gaze, and finally shook his head and came to a conclusion.

"Even if you don't have that much potential and strength, you should have some self-awareness. How can you ask such a question?"

Automatically ignoring the girl's "angry little fist", Haruhi leisurely looked towards the corner.

The huge black drawing board was leaning against it, looking plain and ordinary, as if it was used for sketching.

Is it strange that a drawing board as big as the author's upper body appeared in the bedroom of the book painter?

They are all for the purpose of creating art, so it shouldn't be surprising...

Weird!

How could Misaki Saki have such a noble habit?

"What are you going to draw?"

Kasuga leisurely placed his right hand on the girl's thigh and asked curiously.

"Ok?"

Misaki Saki raised her head and stopped attacking Haruhi. "What are you drawing? Didn't I show you the other day? The first draft of three hot girls, the weak male protagonist, and the apartment building manager..."

"No, I'm talking about your drawing board and what you're going to do."

A bad feeling suddenly rose in Kasuga Youran's heart. Could this guy have drawn his own...? ? ! !

At this time, Misaki Saki stood up directly from the bed, and the whole person looked very excited.

He jumped off the bed excitedly with his short legs.

So candid?

Oh, did I misunderstand her?

Following the boy's line of sight, Misaki Saki ran to the corner and picked up the black drawing board.

Turning around, a drawing paper as big as the girl's upper body appeared.

This is an oil painting of a portrait.

The bright colors make the portrait look extremely lifelike, with bright eyes and hair piled high with a strand of hair falling to the ears. The beautiful woman in the painting seems to be looking at a certain place, her eyes full of tenderness, making people feel like they are bathed in the spring breeze.

However, this work seems to be unfinished, with large blank areas still left on the drawing paper, indicating that it has not yet been completed.

This is? Onodera Reiko?

"hey-hey!"

The little girl stood there, with her hands on her hips, and said proudly, "This is the birthday present I prepared for Sister Lingzi. What do you think? Isn't it great?"

Making a portrait for your wife is indeed a very thoughtful gift, and you can see that a lot of thought has gone into it.

"sharp."

Haruhi gave her sincere compliments, got off the bed, took the drawing board from the girl, and admired it.

This made Misaki Saki even more complacent, with her hands on her waist, looking very proud.

"I've been drawing this for a long time! I'll give it to Sister Lingzi on her birthday!! She will definitely praise me!"

Today's girls are like little girls who have done good things and they long for praise from their parents.

"That's really thoughtful. Lingzi-sister will definitely like it."

Haruhi was amazed. At this moment, she seemed to notice a piece of drawing paper leaning against the wall with its back turned. She was curious.

"What is that? A scrap?"

"Huh?" Although she was a little surprised that a boy would ask this question, Misaki Saki quickly responded.

"No, that's right, that's a waste manuscript!!"

Chapter 93 I never lie easily (ask for monthly ticket)

Friday, May 16th.

Today is cloudy and the weather will be sunny.

White clouds are floating in the sky, the bright sunshine is blocked from time to time, and the students on campus are enjoying their youth here.

Under the cherry trees, pairs of young lovers sit on the benches, and pink petals fall down one by one, adding color to this romantic season.

"It's great... It's the month for flower viewing again."

The boy put his hands on the window, leaned his upper body out, and admired the campus scenery. The breeze blew by, blowing up the boy's messy hair.

The handsome face makes him look free and unrestrained.

I wonder what else could make a handsome man sad?

"Qingshui, how many dishes have you prepared for tomorrow?"

Looking at the intimate couple downstairs, Haruhi said with a leisurely smile.

Tsk tsk tsk, the boy’s hands are so naughty that he is too lazy to even unbutton the girl’s clothes.

"Three ways."

A cold voice came, and the girl who was sitting by the window and reading quietly answered the question.

Her slender fingers gently flipped the pages of the book, and her autumn-water eyes were calm without a trace of emotion.

The white shirt, the pleated skirt, and the tight and youthful calves exposed outside are still eye-catching, a beautiful picture...if you ignore the recipe in the girl's hand.

Haruhi stretched lazily, feeling the warm sunlight on her body. Seeing the recipe in the girl's hand, she couldn't help but feel curious.

"Didn't you watch "A Bite of China" that I shared with you a few days ago?"

He casually pulled a bench over and sat next to the girl. "Watching that documentary is better than holding this book."

Chiba Qingshui did not reject the boy who sat over to her. She reached out and stroked his silver hair, revealing his perfect and delicate profile.

"I've seen it, but it's beyond my control at this stage."

Well, the girl's answer was simple and honest, and she didn't seem to feel any shame at all.

On the road of cooking, she always put herself in the position of a learner, especially after she saw the video that Haruhi Youran shared with her that night, she realized that the end of this road was too far away.

I feel like it's becoming more and more interesting.

.......

As school is approaching,

Kasuga Youran also followed Chiba Kiyomizu out of the activity room.

After the girl locked the door, the two of them walked downstairs together.

Today, the maiden Yumeko still did not come to school. In the words of the young lady, she is struggling for the boy's happiness in the second half of his life.

In this regard, Haruhi, who was unable to help, could only quietly be the man behind the successful woman.

I stayed in school honestly and lived my own life every day.

On the third floor,

The people running towards us seemed to be a couple. Even though they were almost late, they still held each other's hands.

Both of them were very anxious.

I just happened to run into Kasuga Youran and Chiba Kiyomizu who were walking downstairs.

The moment the girl saw Haruhi, her delicate eyes seemed to evade for a second, and the little hand that was originally holding the boy loosened, as if she was thinking of pulling it out.

However, the boy didn't pay attention to these. He looked at Chiba Qingshui deeply, then pulled the girl and continued to run upstairs.

Are you in the second grade?

Haruhi shrugged leisurely. This young couple was the one she had just seen by the window. That senior looked familiar to her.

"I didn't expect that you, Kasuga-san, have such discerning taste that you could savor this for so long?"

Chiba Qingshui, who was walking in front, said lightly.

Haruhi was stunned for a moment, then smiled at the pretty figure.

"No, I just remembered that the senior student just now seemed to have stuffed a love letter into my hand some time ago."

"Yeah, that boy confessed to me before."

...

The two of them arrived at the classroom on time.

The homeroom teacher also stood on the podium early, and after noticing that the ones who were about to be late were Kasuga Youran and Chiba Shimizu,

He also retracted his serious expression and replaced it with a very kind smile.

"Well, Kasuga, Chiba, hurry up and sit in your seats. Class is about to start."

"Okay, teacher." Haruhi nodded politely.

Good students should enjoy different treatments, whether in the circle of teachers or students, as long as they are in school, academic performance always comes first.

Of course, if you study well and have the support of Yidiudiu's background, you can be as unscrupulous as a maiden lady.

He even decorated his own lounge in the school.

Just sat down in the seat,

The long class bell rang throughout the campus.

The students also cheered up, even though the afternoon sun was so tiring.

Haruhi's sight was a little hard to focus, because a class downstairs was about to go to swimming class.

It looked like a second-grade student, walking towards the outdoor swimming pool.

A dozen girls in school swimsuits walked together, with their long white legs and sweet laughter like silver bells, forming the most beautiful scenery on campus.

All this undoubtedly shows how wise it is for the school to open an outdoor swimming pool.