The man from Wugeng's family is indeed reliable

Hiroshi felt that this sentence was really right, at least the first half of it seemed right now.

Touching his bulging stomach, which seemed to be filled to the brim and could not hold any more, Hiroshi looked at the sumptuous dishes on the table with some regret, but he could no longer continue fighting. Born with poor digestion, he always wished for an iron stomach like Kinoshita at such times.

But it can't hold any more. When the water is full, it will overflow; when the moon waxes, it will wane. Everything has its limits. I leaned lazily against the back of the chair, squinting my eyes and feeling the food stirring in my stomach. A sense of satisfaction came over me.

"What happened today? Why are you cooking so many delicious dishes?"

Turning his head to look at today's Chef Liuli, Haoshu felt a little strange.

You have to know that their family actually has a small appetite and they have a poor digestion, so they rarely cook so many dishes when there are no guests. And he doesn't know if it's an illusion, but Haoshu feels that the dishes on the table today seem to be the types he likes to eat on weekdays.

Delicate and delicious, classic Japanese home cooking. Compared to the various unique cuisines in China, the dishes here are relatively lighter, but the presentation and decoration are very beautiful.

People who see it often can't bear to pick up their chopsticks for fear of damaging the work of art.

"Nothing, I just want to make more sometimes. How does it taste?"

"Mm, it's delicious. How about making a bento with the leftovers later?"

"That's a great idea. How about I make it into an omelet?"

"Sure, I think it will taste good."

"How about we do it together later?"

Liuli's eyes lit up and she turned her head slightly to ask.

"I'm afraid that won't work. I have something to go out for later."

Hiroshi thought of what Eriri had told him on the phone and felt a headache.

If he didn't go, that idiot would really mess himself up. He'd been eating snacks all day, and he'd probably be ten pounds heavier by the next time they met. And he'd even told her parents that a servant would take care of her meals. Even if it was just her own nonsense, a man should take responsibility, even if it was just a bunch of idiot talk.

"Can you not go?"

Liuli looked at Haoshu with some resentment in her eyes.

"what happened?"

It is absolutely impossible not to go, Hiroshi's face is very determined. This is an agreement in itself, how can he break the promise.

Hiroshi could probably guess what was going on inside Eriri's head, the one who had come back under the pretense of spending some quality time with her parents. She was using the excuse of cooking to soothe her restless heart, needing a shot of his support.

"Then I'll go to bed early for work tomorrow."

Liuli didn't stop him, but she felt a little resentful. There was no doubt that Haoshu went out for another girl, and she even had no doubt that he would occasionally spend the night with other girls.

Although she had never seen it with her own eyes, Liuli had a vague feeling that this was the case. She had a premonition.

So she didn't stop him, but just reminded him not to work too late, after all, it was not a holiday and he had to go to work tomorrow.

However, it is the New Year holiday, and during dinner, my brother also said that the working hours these days are very short, and the work is flexible. Does that mean it doesn’t matter if I work until dawn?

Hi, I'm so angry.

Liuli would not be jealous about such things. It was just because tomorrow was a special day, and if her brother stayed out overnight, she would not be able to tell him face to face first.

This is the most annoying.

Moreover, there might be a chance that someone else might get there first. Nowadays, there are many people who like this kind of thing and find out the birth date and horoscope of the person they like in great detail.

"Well, I'm leaving now. If you need anything, just call me, okay?"

"Well, be careful on the road."

"I will, I'm going out~"

Yinglili's house is worthy of being a large villa for the rich. A white marble fountain is flowing in the courtyard, and well-trimmed green plants stand on the manor. The elegant European-style villa is full of exotic flavor.

"Moses, Moses, I'm here, Eriri, please open the door."

"The door is not closed, just come in."

The impatient voice of the man on the other end of the line left Hiroshi speechless. How could the person asking for help be more arrogant than the one being asked? Was there still law and order?

Besides, the door is closed and she is the only one at home. Isn’t she too confident?

Is the security in this complex really that good? Why did Haoshu see a few young SWAT officers squatting at the entrance playing Landlord?

There was no intention to stop a stranger like him from entering, as this was the residence of a diplomat.

Is it really okay for a man to be so lax?

Forget it, Hiroshi never had any expectations of the Japanese police; don’t you think about how powerful the police can be in a country where even the underworld is legal?

If there is a policeman who is very strong, it is because he is a policeman from the underworld.

It is said that there are organizations that often abduct rural women to cities for sex. Those who originally had correct values ​​are arrested and tortured for several months, and none of them have become normal after being released.

But this has nothing to do with Hiroshi. First, he is not a woman. Second, he is not pretty. Third, he can't have sex. It's useless.

After muttering a little about Eriri's confidence, Hiroki put down the phone and pushed the iron door open.

"Sure enough, the guy who left it unlocked must have been too tired to get up and open the door, so he just left it unlocked."

Haoshu guessed it almost right after thinking about it.

Walk through the beautiful courtyard, go to the gate, hold the door handle and walk into the house.

"It's been a long time since I last came."

The last time I came here was when I was in elementary school. I was very good friends with Eriri at that time, and that little loli was very cute.

The little loli who shows her fangs when she is angry is really great.

"Eri, I'm here."

After finding the room as he was familiar with it, Hiroshi knocked on the door but received no response. After waiting for a while, he sighed softly.

"I'm in!"

Muttering something, Hiroshi pushed the door open again.

The scene in front of him made several black lines cross his forehead and the corners of his mouth twitched.

Please forgive me, can he take it back? This guy's current state is completely unrelated to being cute.

Is time really just a bag of pig feed?

During the holidays, several guys in the dormitory took their wives out to play. The circle of friends was full of single guys showing off their love while others stayed up late to write quietly. I'm afraid that no one would know if they died suddenly.

Well, he passed away peacefully.

Chapter 212 Hiroki Gogen breaks into the dream

When he opened the door, compared with the clean corridor outside, what appeared before Hiroshi was a mess of snack packaging bags, various dolls and clothes all over the floor.

At the other end of the room, a figure was lying on the table and sleeping soundly. Haoshu carefully avoided the layers of obstacles on the ground and slowly walked to the figure.

The twin ponytails that usually held her smooth golden hair together were now undone, draping over her shoulders in a horrific mess. Her porcelain-white nose fluttered gently with her breathing.

She wasn't wearing fashionable clothes at the moment, but a complete set of green gym clothes with the Shimamura Junior High School emblem embroidered on the chest. I wonder what expressions the boys in school who have always admired her would have when they saw her like this...

"Eriri, Eriri, if you want to sleep, go to bed. Sleeping on your stomach is not good for your health."

Hiroshi gently pushed the girl who was sleeping in front of him. After calling her several times, she finally opened her beautiful and clear blue eyes.

Ying Lili climbed up from the table in a daze, rubbed her eyes tiredly, and did not show any surprise when she saw Hiroshi appear beside her. It was as if she had already gotten used to it. Without waiting for Hiroshi to react, she leaned over and put her arms around his waist, buried her face in his chest and rubbed her face with a happy smile.

"I dreamed of you again, how nice."

Her pretty nose wings twitched, and she breathed freely in Haoshu's arms with some greed.

"I've been dreaming about you lately. I'm so happy."

Listening to her whispers, Hiroshi felt a bit amused and helpless. Dream? Did this guy think this was a dream?

"You're really too much. You haven't come to see me since last time. And you became an editor for that guy Kasumigaoka. Do you know how jealous I am?"

The two hands behind Hiroshi's back tugged at his shirt, and Eriri's tone was angry.

"You clearly agreed to collaborate with me on a comic, so why did you just drop a few storyboards and then disappear?"

"Is there such a bad collaborator as you? You have no sincerity at all. What's the point of telling me a good story?"

Hiroshi was silent. He did not interrupt Eriri's complaints. Since this was just a dream, he let her vent for a while, as a way of atonement for her.

The recent busyness has caused him, who has never been able to handle the things around him skillfully, to fall into an emotional whirlpool again.

It was obvious that when they needed his company the most, he made an escapist choice at this critical moment, and even participated in the so-called work practice under the banner of the future.

Is this too hasty? Students should act like students.

Judging from his age, teenagers of this age are either hanging out with friends in game halls or karaoke bars or attending various cram schools. Compared with them, Hiroshi is indeed a big outlier.

If I live like a normal person, I will undoubtedly spend more time with them.

But will this solve the problem? Can their happiness be achieved by hiding in the safe haven of school? Can they, having just stepped out of the greenhouse, withstand the storms and waves they will face in the future when they enter society?

Hiroshi never regretted the decisions he made. He gently patted the back of the girl who was sobbing in his arms, and his low voice sounded.

"Feel sorry."

I haven't paid more attention to you all this time, and I haven't noticed that my attitude has not changed compared to before. Obviously, that kind of relationship has already happened, but I am still laughing all day long as if nothing happened. When Haoshu thinks about this behavior, he wants to slap his old self twice.

In fact, they don’t ask for much, just a greeting, a hug, and some companionship, something simple is enough.

"What's the point of knowing you're wrong now? Even if I say a thousand or ten thousand things in my dream, when I wake up, there will still be nothing left."

Perhaps Eriri had already experienced this scene countless times in her dreams. Dreams are beautiful, and in them you have everything. But dreams are also cruel, because when you open your eyes, you realize that you actually have nothing.

"But what can I do? I like you after all. This little setback can't break me, Eriri."

She stood up slowly from her seat, her blue eyes shining like stars. She tried to tiptoe and felt her movement. Haoshu bent down subconsciously, and his warm breath touched her cheek.

"Humm..."

"How strange." Her expression was hazy and dazed, her tone like a whisper in a dream, "You see it very clearly today."

Of course I can see it clearly, this is not a dream.

"Maybe I missed you too much."

Idiots always have a way with their excuses, and their reasons are always so cute.

Standing on tiptoe, her face enlarged in Hiroshi's eyes. His Adam's apple rolled as he spoke softly and stammered subconsciously.

"Then that?"

"Don't move for now!"

"Okay!"

"It's so hard to have such a clear dream this time. I'm going to take the initiative and attack this time!"

The girl in his dream took a big step towards her goal by speaking strange words.

He felt a soft, warm touch, and then the hot and wet little snake pried open his defenses and began to explore his world.

After a long time, the breathless Eriri half-hung on Hiroshi, her expression hazy and filled with joy.

"Is this what a kiss feels like? I can actually do this."

He squinted his eyes, as if he was missing that feeling, and somehow his eyes suddenly became moist.

"I wish it wasn't a dream."

It feels so real, I wish it wasn't a dream.

What an idiot! Hiroshi sighed softly in his heart, and in the astonished look on her face, he lifted her up and took the initiative to advance, domineeringly, retaliating, as if teaching her mouth to mouth, conquering the city.

He let her go only after he felt that she really couldn't hold on any longer.

"Should I feel like I'm in a dream?"

With raised eyebrows and rolled eyes, Hiroshi looked at Eriri, who was blushing and panting, and said with a smile.

"Haohao Tree"

"Yes, that's me."

"Why are you here? Are you a pervert for breaking into someone else's house and doing something like this?"

"You're the one who got me involved, okay? Didn't you call me to ask me to cook for you? I saw you sleeping over there and wanted to wake you up so you could go to bed, but you came up to me like that without even saying anything."

Listening to Hiroshi's incessant chatter, Yinglili's face became more and more rosy. She recalled her ridiculous behavior in front of him just now and her face turned red like a ripe apple. Finally, after this shyness accumulated to the critical point, she jumped forward in anger and knocked Hiroshi to the ground.