Faced with the blackened heroine, they actually stopped time

What are you doing with such an innocent look on your face?

You are not old enough to make this expression!

“Eh? Why should I consider it? It’s my own business. As long as you agree, Oreki-kun, it’ll be fine. Don’t you think you don’t want to be my godson? That’s really sad... As expected, when you get older, your charm is gone.”

Oreki Xian was sweating.

"It's not that I don't have charm, but it's a little strange that it happened so suddenly. I'm not prepared..."

"No need to prepare. There is no preparation when a child is born from the mother's belly. The mother has to endure the hardships of carrying the baby for ten months."

"That's not what I meant! I..."

When Oreki Gen still wanted to resist.

Sakuraba Izumi walked straight in front of Oreki Gen.

Then bend down.

Her neckline was slightly parted, and although there was no exaggerated sight, the part of her neck that connected to her collarbone...her fair skin was so bright that it hurt my eyes.

What Oreki Ken didn't expect was that the woman reached out and touched the side of his face, causing Oreki Ken to stop all nonsense and look up at her.

The boy suddenly became nervous.

This charming woman, who is also Sakuraba Mizuki's mother... is simply a terrifying enchantress.

You never know what she's going to do, say, or decide.

Is he really the villain boss?

“Does it take you so long to think about something like this? Do you really not want to be my child? Hmm?”

Look at her burning eyes.

Oreki's throat slid slightly.

It became difficult to speak. Was it the pressure, or the nervousness brought about by looking at this woman's face so closely and smelling her unique scent?

"I..."

The woman raised the corners of her beautiful lips slightly, as if she was teaching a child how to speak.

"Call mom."

"...I haven't agreed yet."

“But this is the last resort. Does Oreki-kun want to overturn all his previous statements? This makes me feel very embarrassed... After all, I have to reorganize my attitude towards Oreki-kun. I still think this is better. What do you think?”

"I..."

"Call mom."

"Mother."

"Eh~"

The woman smiled and touched Oreki Gen's face before letting go.

Speak to the outside.

"Qiandao, please send my godson back."

"Yes!"

There was a sound outside.

It was the familiar Chishima Kaede, who was wearing a suit and looked like a robot.

And Oreki Xian clearly saw that when the other party walked in, he was holding a gun in his hand.

Sakuraba Izumi looked at Chidao Kaede with a hint of resentment.

"I told you, don't take this kind of thing out casually, keep it away."

"Yes."

The woman put the pistol back.

Sakuraba Izumi looked at Oreki Gen with a smile.

“Well, Oreki-kun, you have to get along well with Mizuki from now on. You have to be a sensible little brother, okay?”

Does Sakuraba Mitsuki know?

Oreki Gen really wanted to ask.

But now young people are numb.

I never thought that so many outrageous things would happen tonight.

He wanted to lie on the floor right now and yell, "Kill me! Beat me into a hornet's nest!"

But when he thought about all the efforts he had made so far, Oreki Gen could only try to get up calmly.

"I understand. Goodbye, aunt."

"Ok?"

Sakuraba Izumi narrowed her eyes.

Oreki Gen's expression was stunned, and then he was filled with shame. His thick skin was no longer enough.

"Goodnight mom..."

"Good night, Xiaoxian~"

When Oreki Gen got on the car.

Qiandao Feng was actually a little surprised. The young man seemed very calm.

He was so calm that he didn't even seem like a normal person.

But if that weren't the case...he probably wouldn't be the young man that both the young lady and the lady were paying attention to, right?

Just as Qiandao Feng was thinking this, the next second, something happened without warning.

back seat.

"Hahahahahaha!!"

The boy let out a meaningless, insane laugh.

Ah...it seems I was overthinking it.

His mental state is indeed not normal.

65: Senior, please have some shame (Additional chapter 9!)

"What did you tell him?"

"Nothing much, I just adopted him as my godson. You're right, he's really interesting."

The night is not quite over yet.

This long dark night belongs to this unimaginable mother and daughter, whose charm is simply beyond imagination.

The mature woman's words made the girl frown and look over.

"Are you crazy?"

A little polite, but not much.

Sakuraba Izumi smiled, picked up the teacup elegantly and took a sip.

"What's wrong? If you think he's interesting, you can take him home. If I think he's interesting, I can take him in as my godson. Isn't that the same principle?"

Sakuraba Jianyue sneered.

"How interesting can he be in front of you? You are not such a careless person. Don't think I don't know my mother's purpose. It's just that it's time to use such old-fashioned methods. At least I am very interested in him now."

Sakuraba Izumi smiled.

"Do you like Oreki-kun so much?"

Sakuraba Mitsuki did not answer.

He looked at the ethereal sky with a calm gaze, the starry sky that seemed to be forever undiscovered by human beings.

Whether it is scientific significance or philosophical theory.

Sakuraba Izumi sighed softly.

"Do you want me to do everything in my power to stop him, or even resort to extreme measures to deal with him, so as to prevent him from hurting you?"

"Why would he hurt me? I'm not that weak, and I'm not love-brained."

Sakuraba Mitsuki responded nonchalantly.

Sakuraba Izumi smiled and shook her head.

"Young people are good. They always believe in their own willpower, always think that love between men and women is not a big deal, and always feel that they are capable of paying for every decision they make. And he is very smart, at least smarter than you think."

"Of course I know he's not stupid at all. He often likes to pretend in front of me. I can see through some of his little tricks at a glance, but he's just too lazy to say it."

Sakuraba Izumi looked at her daughter with some surprise.

"you know?"

Sakuraba Jianyue slightly raised the corners of his mouth.

"Of course I know that he said he was not interested just to stir up my competitive spirit. He wanted me to be more eager to conquer him and make him fall hopelessly for me. I also know that he has a lot of tricks out there and is entangled with several women."

Sakuraba Izumi is a little confused.

"If you knew everything, why did you bring him home? Why did you go to this extent?"

Sakuraba Mitsuki looked at his mother with a very confident face.

"Because it's fun this way. If I use the power of the family to deal with those women, or make him belong to me completely, that's too easy. But it's like a lawn mowing game, there's no fun, just like those toys that are easily accessible, you will always get tired of playing with them, and then throw them away, and then you need to find new fun. This is boring, I don't plan to play that game over and over again, and he is a very special person.

What I have to do is to make him submit to me wholeheartedly, and then accept everything about me, so that I can personally intervene and shape his life into what I want. Don’t you think he is a good template? "

Indeed.

In terms of development.

The boy named Oreki Gen is a very good template, simply one-of-a-kind.

Young, healthy and full of youthfulness.

He has a handsome appearance, a pleasant voice, and a pleasant smell.

It's simply perfectly built.

The most perfect thing about him is probably his background. A young boy from the countryside has countless possibilities.

If your daughter is a girl with such a strong desire for control...wanting to create such a boy herself is indeed in line with her personality.

It’s even a little challenging.

Seems like a really good game...

But Sakuraba Izumi's expression was not good.

She looked at her daughter.

"Do you really think this is a game? A game that you can start and end whenever you want?"

Sakuraba Jianyue's expression turned cold.

"Don't tell me about love and romance. I don't understand, and I don't follow other people's theories. I do what I want to do and play what I want to play. That's all. So mother, you don't have to worry about him. I can handle everything about him, perfectly."

For a moment, Sakuraba Izumi suddenly felt like she was old.

Is this what today’s young people are like?

Is this my daughter?

She also felt a little ashamed and sad, because it was her upbringing that made her become like this. She couldn't help but miss the scene of the childish, small little girl who hugged her legs and said: Mom, I want some candy~

Sakuraba Izumi stood up.

Looked at his daughter.