In Tokyo, collecting rent starts with my wife

Suddenly, the cell phone rang.

Onodera Reiko was sitting on the sofa. When she saw the number on the screen, a smile appeared in her eyes.

The video was connected, and Onodera Rika's cute little face appeared on the screen.

As night fell, my wife had already spoken to Mariko Akimoto on the phone, and she had already arrived home safely.

But Onodera Rika fell asleep on the side of the road, and was still dozing off when she woke up. As soon as she got home, she forced herself to take out the painting that Misaki Saki gave her, and fell asleep again without any hesitation.

Now it seems that he has just woken up.

Turning down the volume of the TV, Haruhi leisurely rubbed the barbecue in his arms and looked at the young lady not far away.

The book "Being and Nothingness" in my hand is almost finished. I wonder if Miss will read this book a second time.

"Thump, thump, thump." I heard a burst of hurried footsteps, and I knew without thinking who was coming down.

When I looked up, I saw Misaki Saki holding a drawing board the same size as her upper body, running towards me sideways.

The cute little face is full of happy smiles.

I put the drawing board aside and found that my wife was video chatting with Onodera Rika, and she also jumped to the side of the camera.

"Rika-chan!"

"Misaki-sister!"

A crisp and lively voice came from the mobile phone. When Onodera Rika saw Misaki Saki, she also showed a very happy smile.

"Misaki-sister, I've framed the picture you gave me!"

As she spoke, the little girl held her cell phone and ran from this small room to another small bedroom with the same "dengdengdeng" sound. On a small desk, there was a handmade picture frame, which was the gift that Misaki Saki gave her.

When Mariko Akimoto got the drawing paper, she had already started making the picture frame, and she successfully finished it while the little girl was sleeping.

"Rika-chan, you're awesome!" Misaki Saki gave the little girl a thumbs up.

"hey-hey!"

After returning home, Onodera Rika also recovered from the sadness of parting with her mother.

When Reiko Onodera saw this scene, she looked at the girl with a touch of tenderness and gratitude.

"I'll show you something even more powerful in a moment!!" Misaki Saki smiled mysteriously.

"Okay, okay!" Onodera Rika was also very cooperative.

Only then did the lady see the huge drawing board that the girl had placed on the side of the sofa. The contents inside were covered with a white cloth, looking very mysterious.

Even Chiba Qingshui couldn't help but look over.

According to the eldest lady's original personality, she should have been indifferent to these things, but she was still willing to spend more time to understand and observe the people in this villa.

Seeing that she had attracted everyone's attention, Misaki Saki smiled and looked extremely excited!

It's like a villain whose plan has succeeded!

"Come on, don't be pretentious."

Although Kasuga Youran had already seen the semi-finished product, she was still speechless at the girl's appearance.

"Hmph!" Upon hearing the sabotaging words, Misaki Saki snorted, but she also felt that the atmosphere was just right and she didn't want to argue with the boys.

The little hand grabbed the white curtain and pulled it down hard, and an oil-painted portrait as big as Misaki Saki's upper body appeared in front of everyone.

The lady in the painting is sitting on a chair, wearing her usual white long-sleeved shirt and jeans, her beautiful eyes gazing gently ahead.

The beautiful face, perfect figure, and gentle temperament are all shown in this painting of the girl.

"Sister Lingzi, happy birthday, this is my birthday present to you!"

Misaki Saki stood beside the drawing board with her hands on her hips. She looked very satisfied with her work.

"How's it going? Do you like it?"

Onodera Reiko showed a hint of surprise in her eyes, and was obviously a little surprised by the girl's painting, and then she was full of emotion.

"Thank you, Misaki, I love it."

Today’s birthday is the most perfect one I have ever had in my life and it is also the happiest day in my life.

She firmly believed that no matter what happened in the future, the scenes today would be forever remembered in her heart.

Not to mention the wife, even Miss Chiba had a hint of surprise in her eyes.

"Wow!" Onodera Rika's voice of praise burst out from the phone screen, "Misaki-sister, you are so amazing! You are so beautiful!"

The little girl's sweet voice made Misaki Saki float up, and she became even more proud. She stood straight with her head held high, and Haruhi couldn't even see her face.

"Hahaha, it's just so-so! As long as Sister Lingzi is happy, this little thing is not worth mentioning at all. Xiao Lixiang, please stop praising me! I'm afraid I'll become proud!!"

When Haruhi Youran saw this scene, she couldn't help but laugh. Are you still afraid of pride? It's almost floating up to the sky.

Chapter 99 A pleasant and fulfilling day (asking for monthly tickets)

Saki Misaki was there accepting the admiration of Rika Onodera, and she looked extremely proud.

The smile on his face almost reached the corners of his eyes, but it was all round and blunt.

I don't know why this guy can be so exaggerated in every expression, he is simply a walking emoticon package? !

Kasuga Youran guessed that it had something to do with that cute and pretty little face.

Damn little female ghost, relying on her cute appearance, she can do whatever she wants???

"Misaki-sister, you are so awesome! I want to be as awesome as you in the future!" Every word Onodera Rika said went straight to Misaki Saki's heart.

"I definitely will! Rika-chan, you're great too!!!"

The two little girls were chatting with each other while holding their cell phones and bragging to each other. Haruhi Youran was very happy to see this scene.

There is a ten-year age difference between them, but they can still play together. Is Misaki Saki too childish?

Reiko Onodera looked at herself in the painting with a satisfied smile on her face.

The drawing paper is large, but it does not affect the sense of detail at all, but makes it look more delicate.

For example, the wife's mature and sexy figure and all the proportions of her body were perfectly reproduced.

That night, Haruhi Yuran asked the girl about this.

"How on earth did you do that?"

"Of course it's with my clever little head and wise eyes! Please don't doubt the ability of a book artist."

Misaki Saki raised her little head proudly and looked at the arrogant little girl. She remembered that at that time, Kasuga Youran was very considerate and helped her cover her rosy little mouth.

Indeed, Onodera Reiko had never been a model for Misaki Saki, but she was able to draw such a standard portrait just based on her memory, which was already amazing.

Even if Haruhi Yuran measured his wife every day, he would not be able to draw her very accurately.

Professional is different.

Especially for a comic book artist like Misaki Saki who relies on her imagination, she has her own understanding of human anatomy.

......

The moon tonight seems exceptionally bright, appearing particularly holy and dazzling in the dark night.

The night breeze was a little cool as it blew in through the screen window, lowering the temperature in the living room a lot.

The blogger's passionate voice came from the TV, and not far away, Saki Misaki and Rika Onodera laughed sweetly, forming this warm family.

Except for one person.

The girl sat in the corner of the sofa, flipping papers lightly with her fingers, her cold eyes not affected by the noisy environment at all.

Kasuga Youran had no doubts as to whether the young lady could see clearly in such an environment.

After all, this person would never look at the textbook at any other time except when he was in class.

I read... "leisure books" there every day

However, despite this, he still beats the competition in every exam, and has been occupying the top position on the list for many years, and his position is unshakable.

Damn genius beautiful girl...

This makes ordinary people like Kasuga Youran who work hard and make progress very envious.

"Haruhi-san, you can go watch TV. Can you please stop thinking about me? Especially bad things."

At this time, a cold voice came from the eldest lady's mouth. Chiba Qingshui raised her head and looked at the boy.

There was not a single ripple in her autumn-water eyes, she just quietly looked at the boy she wanted to examine in many aspects...

"Ok?"

Is the mind so sensitive? Haruhi was stunned, or was it that she was too obvious? Why was it that every time she thought about the young lady, she would be sensed?

Bad food, don’t you have any super powers? ?

Looking at the boy, Chiba Qingshui's eyes seemed to become a little speechless, which made Kasuga more certain of her guess just now.

Who is the protagonist?

"What are you...thinking about?" Chiba Qingshui frowned. Why is this guy always thinking about himself?

Kasuga stood up leisurely and sat down next to the young lady. Facing the boy who suddenly approached, the latter remained calm, without a trace of surprise or fear?

"Chiba, thank you for your hard work today." Haruhi said in a low voice.

"It's not hard." Chiba Qingshui shook his head. There was a hint of contempt in his cold eyes for the boy avoiding his questions.

It seems like she's saying, "You're just running away? Perfect Kasuga-san?"

The modifier at the end was added by Haruhi Yuran himself.

"I think you don't have to be so sensitive every day. You'll be happier if you're a little bit dumber."

As he said that, he pointed at Misaki Saki who was holding her phone and looking silly, "Look at Misaki, she is so happy every day, and she lives a life that makes me envious."

A notebook painter with a little money in his pocket, he stays at home every day, eating, drinking and having fun. His biggest goal is to keep himself healthy and in a good mood. His second biggest goal is to find inspiration for creation.

Such people may feel more miserable when they lack inspiration....

But Misaki Saki is a heartless person. When she can't find any inspiration, she will just give up. She will think about other things when the little money in her wallet is all gone.

Haruhi Youran found it funny when he thought of the scene of the girl lying in the pile of snacks in a miserable state.

"Misaki...Misaki also has her own goals, doesn't she?" Chiba Shimizu looked towards the center of the living room and said softly,

“Everyone has something they want to do, whether it is now or in the future…”

"So, what goals are worth pursuing, class monitor?" Haruhi said with a leisurely smile.

"It's getting late....Go to bed early."

Chiba Qingshui did not answer, closed the book and walked to the second floor alone.

It seems that I am not the only one who avoids problems...

Looking at the slender figure leaving, Haruhi shook his head leisurely.

...

The bright moonlit night was obscured by dark clouds, and it looked like it was going to rain.

May and June are rainy seasons, and I don’t know when this rain will start or end…

Now the two who stayed up late were the only ones left in the living room.

Reiko Onodera had already hung up the video call with her daughter and returned to the bedroom to rest with the painting given to her by Saki Misaki.

Today is a happy and fulfilling day for my wife.

Whether mentally or physically...

Gently rubbing the fat cat that was already fast asleep in his arms, Haruhi leaned back on the sofa and watched TV, "Is there wifi? Is there wifi? Is there wifi?..."

Misaki Saki next to her was also watching TV intently, her two slender white legs crossed on the sofa, her cute little face showing a hint of curiosity.

The scene was quite warm.

Unfortunately, the touching atmosphere lasted less than three minutes. Misaki Saki seemed to suddenly think of something, and began to rub her little butt slowly towards the boy until her little body completely touched the boy's arm.

Haruhi turned her head and glanced at her leisurely. The girl's eyes were still fixed on the TV screen, but there seemed to be a hint of smile and peeking in the corners of her eyes.