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Hattori Shizuka was lost in her memories when she suddenly heard her son's dissatisfied urging:

"Mom, are you listening to me?"

"Hmm? What are you talking about, Heiji?"

"I mean, I want to take Amamiya and the others back to their rooms to put their luggage away, and then go out to visit some special attractions."

Hattori Heiji replied to his mother a little impatiently, stood up and began to lead the two of them towards the guest rooms.

"it is good."

"Remember to come back before dinner. I will prepare a dinner to entertain Mr. Amamiya and Ms. Hime."

Mrs. Hattori responded softly, her brows lowered, and no one knew what she was thinking.

Hattori Heiji responded casually and left the living room. Amamiya looked back.

I always feel like there's something a little off about the atmosphere in Heiji's house.

-

After putting their luggage away, Hattori Heiji took them on a tour of Osaka's famous scenic spots and enthusiastically introduced the historical stories of each attraction.

Maybe because he didn't have anyone of his age to talk to on a daily basis, he was very interested in Amemiya, who was very compatible with him.

He kept asking Amemiya to share his experience in solving cases, which was mixed with some subtle temptations.

Apparently he still hasn't given up on the Yamaguchi-gumi case.

Amemiya is quite interested in these methods of solving cases.

At the very least, he can learn a lot of useful knowledge points, which will help him to better eliminate the traces next time.

Occasionally act as a supporting role to make Heiji talk more happily.

As for the test, he took the sugar coating and sent the shells back, and Amemiya responded flawlessly.

When they arrived in Osaka, Kisaki Eri let go of her burden and openly held Amamiya's arm, not caring at all about the eyes around her.

Although there was always a large black coal light bulb next to her, she was satisfied enough.

Hattori Heiji was also surprised by the age difference between the couple in front of him, but he didn't say much and excitedly discussed various cases with Amamiya.

After a day of hard work, the three returned to the mansion when the sun went down.

When I came to the living room, I saw Hattori Shizuka setting the table herself.

The table was filled with a variety of dishes that looked excellent.

Mrs. Hattori raised her eyes and smiled faintly:

"Are you all back? Can we have dinner soon? Heiji, please take the guests to wash their hands."

"I know, Mom."

Hattori Heiji pulled Amamiya towards the sink and whispered:

"Amamiya, you are blessed today. What I admire most is my mother's cooking skills. Remember to eat more later."

"If it weren't for this meal, I wouldn't run back home so often to endure her control."

The corner of Amemiya's eyes twitched slightly. Heiji, you are such a filial son.

Chapter 257: Night at the Hattori House

Hattori Shizuka stared at her son who was muttering to herself with a half-smile, and the coldness in her eyes was clearly visible.

Hattori Heiji felt a chill on his back and knew something was wrong, so he quickly changed his words:

"However, my mother also has many advantages, such as managing the home in an orderly manner and being a good helper to the old man."

Only after feeling the cold gaze move away did Hattori Heiji dare to reach out and wipe away the cold sweat from his forehead, and then he gave Amemiya a wink.

The downside is that she is a tigress who is not easy to mess with.

Amemiya understood what he meant from his lip movements, responded with a look of suspicion, washed his hands, and returned to his seat to eat.

After the three of them sat down, they found that Hattori Shizuka had changed her clothes again and walked down elegantly from upstairs, greeting them:

"Sorry to have kept you waiting. I made some simple home-cooked dishes, I hope they will satisfy Mr. Amamiya and Ms. Hime's appetite."

After taking a few bites with chopsticks, Amemiya and Kisaki Eri immediately praised it.

The frequent action of picking up food also added a lot of smiles to Hattori Shizuka's face.

Hattori Heiji buried his head and ate hard, not daring to speak, feeling extremely terrified.

Thinking he was hallucinating, he stole a few more glances.

His mother, who had worn kimono every day since he was a child, actually changed into a skirt. What on earth happened in this world?

Could it be that the old man will come home today, so my mother changed into a beautiful dress?

The fitted red dress perfectly highlights her curvy figure, revealing the beautiful body hidden under the tight kimono.

The originally tied-up bun has been undone, and the short hair looks neat and tidy yet sexy.

The previously serious expression was now even more gentle and graceful.

Perhaps she was not used to wearing this slightly loose and slim-fitting long skirt, so Hattori Shizuka would reach out from time to time to adjust the collar to relieve the tightness in her chest.

The overly full breasts hold up the red skirt firmly, and the white and delicate arms are a symbol of physical maturity.

Amemiya was sitting just to the left of Mrs. Hattori.

If you raise your eyes slightly, you can inadvertently see the half of her body exposed from the side.

The underwear she wears inside should be a bikini style underwear, and the shape and size are very good.

It's obvious that it has hardly been used.

Thinking of the knowledge that Hattori Heiji had imparted to him during the day, the experienced Amemiya analyzed subconsciously, and then tempered himself twice in his heart.

This is Heiji's mother, so he should be more restrained when looking at things that he shouldn't.

Although Amemiya withdrew her gaze in time, Hattori Shizuka still felt the fleeting heat, and a faint smile appeared on her red lips.

It seems that I am still very attractive.

Hattori Shizuka didn't know why she suddenly became excited and ran to change into a red dress.

Maybe it was a whim, or maybe it was a long-lost guest visiting.

The most important thing is probably to make some changes to the stagnant life.

She wanted to attract the young man next to her who gave her a very good first impression with her beautiful appearance that could not be appreciated or used.

Although I feel sorry for Heizo for having such thoughts, it doesn't matter anymore, right?

I'm not cheating on him. I'm just giving him some benefits to make myself happy.

Hattori Shizuka thought to herself, trying to find joy in the midst of suffering.

The dinner table was very quiet and no one had the habit of chatting while eating.

The moment Kisaki Eri saw Mrs. Hattori "dressed up for the occasion", alarm bells immediately went off in her heart.

My gaze shifted to Amemiya, and as expected, I found that he secretly glanced at me twice, but fortunately he quickly looked away and focused on eating.

Eri Kisaki had no idea what Hattori Shizuka meant by doing this.

It doesn't matter whether it is intentional or simply to welcome guests from afar.

The important thing is that your man cannot be seduced by some vixen outside.

It seems that we have to increase the pressure on Amemiya-kun tonight.

Amemiya suddenly felt a chill and turned around to see that Kisaki Eri's eyes were full of seriousness and tension.

He was stunned for a moment, then picked up the chicken and put it in her bowl without hesitation, and said softly:

"Sister Yingli, stop daydreaming, or the food will get cold."

All the worries in her heart were dispelled by the boy's warm gesture. Kisaki Eri nodded with a smile as beautiful as a flower, and happily ate the piece of meat that Amemiya picked for her.

The scene before her made her feel depressed, and Hattori Shizuka suddenly felt her eyes sore and her chest blocked.

It turns out that she is an old man who likes young girls. How shameless!

There was a hint of resentment in the look he gave Kisaki Eri.

The dinner ended in a slightly dull atmosphere, and Hattori Heiji looked at his mother's face which suddenly turned cold.

He didn't dare to stroke her beard, so he just helped to clean up the place so that he could leave the dangerous situation as quickly as possible.

As guests, the two were naturally arranged to go back to the guest room to rest. Kisaki Eri gave Amemiya a look with ulterior motives.

It means remember to leave the door open at night.

Amemiya nodded in understanding, and considering that Kisaki Eri seemed to be in a bad mood just now, he had no choice but to let her be.

-

It was dark at night, and in the richly decorated yet elegant room, the bedside lamp was glowing dimly.

A huge wedding photo frame was hung on the wall above the bed. The man in formal attire in the photo had a serious expression and looked intimidating without even being angry.

Even with his wife, who was wearing a beautiful wedding dress, on his arm, he showed no obvious joy and looked very serious.

The woman in the painting has changed into a set of light gauze pajamas and is lying on the bed with a frown and closed eyes, resting.

The flesh-colored material close to the skin softly wraps around the figure, giving a faint sense of transparency.

It appears and disappears, and is extremely tempting.

The collar button playfully moved out of its position, leaving a huge gap in the area that it needed to defend.

Snow-white, smooth and full, it couldn't wait to come out from the gap.

Ups and downs, like breathing fresh air.

"Heizo..."

A low murmur sounded unconsciously, as if being tortured by something in the dream, and the eyelashes trembled frequently.

heat.

itch.

Hot and itchy.

The unbearable torture made Hattori Shizuka slowly open her sleepy eyes. She looked at the sky dimly and then let out a long sigh of helplessness.

"Still can't sleep?"

"The feeling has been getting stronger lately, and I can't calm down unless I vent my emotions."

Hattori Shizuka, who was born as the eldest daughter of a wealthy family, has always looked down on the act of self-generation for a long time.

It was not until the raging heat descended upon her body that she realized how the pain and torture would constantly erode her soul.

Just like the devil keeps calling out temptations.

Come on, just once is okay.

Give yourself some relaxation. Ping Zang is unreliable anyway, so you have to rely on yourself in the end, right?

As the lack of satisfaction accumulated over the years, Hattori Shizuka would torture herself like this almost every night.

Most of the time she can hold it back with great willpower, but sometimes she lets the devil out.

Trembling as he did what he was ashamed of, he sobbed in tears in the empty room.

Then the next day I would reflect and criticize myself in shame, and the cycle would repeat itself endlessly.

Chapter 258 Mrs. Hattori

Hattori Shizuka bit her lips, her beautiful eyebrows wrinkled again and again, and she was silent for a long time before she let out a long sigh.

It took a huge effort to suppress the unspeakable entanglement and impulse, and beads of sweat oozed from his smooth and delicate forehead and nose.