Mrs. Hoshimi opened the bedroom door and immediately saw Fujiwara Izaya lying lazily on the sofa sleeping like a puppy. There was no air conditioning in the living room, but the temperature was cool, giving it a winter feeling.
She looked around.
In the corner against the wall behind the sofa, there is an air conditioner shell made of two cardboard boxes spliced together.
Through the air outlet like a blind, you can vaguely see a pair of blue eyes, looking gracefully and sadly at the heartless owner who is sleeping soundly on the sofa.
"Use Yuki-onna as an air conditioner. There is no one but him..." Mrs. Hoshimi raised her hand and rubbed her forehead with her white fingers. Then she walked over and knelt down in front of the sofa elegantly and charmingly.
The sun was shining brightly, and the shadow of the bangs fell on the young man's forehead.
His broad chest rises and falls quietly with his slow breathing, just like an unmanned boat floating on the sea. There is huge energy hidden under the calm and stable water.
"You're pretty cute when you don't talk." Mrs. Hoshimi held her chin with one hand and smiled as if she saw a dress she liked. In the quietly moving sunlight, her fingers of her other hand measured his face.
The distance between the eyes, the length of the bridge of the nose, the thickness of the lips... After a long time, she put away her smile and gently shook Fujiwara Izaya's shoulders, "Get up and make breakfast with me."
"Who-"
Fujiwara Izaya slapped her hand away in dissatisfaction.
"Oh——, you just disobeyed the Chairman, didn't you?" Mrs. Hoshimi suddenly stretched out her hand, grabbed his ears and picked him up, "I haven't even settled the accounts with you for what happened last night, so be obedient!
"
"Hey, who is it..." Fujiwara Izaya opened his eyes in confusion.
As the sight gradually became clearer, Mrs. Hoshimi's angry face came into view. She was wearing a loose strapless nightgown, with aqua blue bra straps on her round and white shoulders. Although her shoulders were very sexy, she did not look exposed.
, because the chest was covered so tightly that even the bones could not be seen.
"Ah," Fujiwara Izaya rubbed his eyes in surprise, "Where did this fairy come from?"
"It's no use coaxing me, coax Rinzi." Mrs. Hoshimi knocked on his forehead with a slap, and then rubbed his hair, "If Jizi and I hadn't arrived in time last night, I'm afraid you would have been killed directly.
Beat to death."
"My two sisters still care about me." Fujiwara Izaya showed a cute and cute expression.
When it comes to pretending to be cute, he is not inferior to these women.
"I won't protect you next time." Mrs. Hoshimi stood up and stretched, turned and walked to the kitchen, "Hurry up and make a love breakfast with me to see if it can calm Rinko's anger."
"Senior, haven't you gotten up yet?" Fujiwara Izaya looked at the graceful curves of her back.
"Nothing."
"I'm going to brush my teeth first."
Fujiwara Izaya got up and went into the bathroom to wash his face and brush his teeth.
After being caught red-handed last night, the two girls took action desperately. Kawashima Meiji did not help him and hid aside to watch the fun. Aunt Leziren even ran back to Shenyin Town without caring about him at all.
Life or death. If the two chairman directors hadn't noticed the movement and rushed over, he might have run back to Tokyo overnight. After returning home last night, his room was also occupied by Kawashima Miki, so he could only talk on the sofa.
Just one night.
After washing, return to the living room.
Fujiwara Izaya walked to the corner and opened the cardboard box.
A white cold mist blew in his face, and he couldn't help but shiver.
In the sunshine in front of the window, Snow Girl hugged her body with her hands and bit her lower lip slightly. Her blue eyes stared at the owner sadly, as if she was silently accusing him of locking Xuebao in a small dark room all night.
Her gorgeous and beautiful long silver-white hair fell from her shoulders like silk.
"Yukihime, come here." Fujiwara Izaya opened his hand.
The snow girl hesitated for a moment, slowly floated over, and hugged his neck tightly.
"ah"
The lips covered with snowflakes opened.
Fujiwara Izaya changed the popsicle and handed it to her mouth: "Do you miss me, Master?"
The snow girl moved her neck forward to bite the popsicle.
"Hey" Fujiwara Izaya quickly took it away and smiled mischievously, "You can only eat it if you miss your master."
"..."
The snow girl's blue eyes looked even sadder.
She still can't speak. The only thing she can do is to raise her frosty little face and use her eyes to convey the message. From those eyes filled with deep sadness, Fujiwara Izaya saw the message , all are accusations against the master.
"Xue Bao is the best behaved." He smiled and stuffed the popsicle into Snow Girl's mouth.
"Hmm."
The snow girl hugged his neck with one hand and grabbed the stick of the popsicle with the other hand, eating happily.
The early morning sunlight fell on her frost-covered side face, making her look even more crystal clear, a truly peerless enchantress as beautiful as snow.
"Hurry up and wake up..." Fujiwara Izaya rubbed her cold face.
The fresh and tender skin is filled with cold air, which penetrates from the fingertips to the whole body.
The snow girl tilted her head slightly and looked at him with a "hmm" look. As her head turned, the frost on her long eyelashes was like snow-covered pine trees being shaken by the wind, and the snowflakes fell... This feeling This scene made Fujiwara Izaya shout in his heart: Xuebao is the cutest in the world.
"You will understand gradually in the future." Fujiwara Izaya put his arm around her waist, let her hang on him, and walked into his room.
Once one is fed, there are two others to feed.
One of them is a fool, and the other one is also a fool.
After the bedroom door opened, Kawashima Miji was holding a tablet in her hand, wearing pajamas and leaning on the bed with her hair in a daze.
She came here without any clothes. She was wearing Fujiwara Izaya's men's pajamas, with the collar opened a little low. Under the sunlight, the fair skin on her chest shone as smooth as milk.
As for the waist, tie it with a thin belt.
The high chest and slender waist are all perfectly outlined, and the body curves are amazingly graceful.
On the ceiling, the bride had tied a net and was sleeping on it.
Seeing Fujiwara Izaya coming in with Yuki Onna in his arms, Kawashima Miki put down her tablet, crossed her arms and glared at him: "Who asked you to come in?"
"Xue Bao comes down first."
Fujiwara Izaya patted the snow girl on the shoulder, let her float down, and then climbed directly onto the bed.
"Sit tight!" Kawashima Miji's carefully manicured fingertips pressed the forehead between his eyebrows that he was about to approach.
"...I slept on the sofa all night," Fujiwara Izaya had no choice but to change his offensive, put his hands around her waist and pulled her into his arms, "My whole body is sore now, doesn't Madam feel sorry for me?"
"I don't know about your body?" Kawashima Miji was so angry that she couldn't help but feel angry.
It was early in the morning, and my wife's sullen look was really cute. Fujiwara Izaya's hand suddenly slipped into her collar.
Kawashima Miji immediately wanted to dodge, but it was too late.
"What are you doing?"
"Enhance feelings."
The two got into a mess, and the noise they made woke up the sleeping bride.
"What are they doing? Little Spider also needs to learn..."
The snow girl floated quietly to her side, and watched her master's mischief with her.
"Don't bring up bad children!" Kawashima Miji curled up as if to escape.
But she didn't hide too far. The warmth and softness of the lips close to her earlobe made her reluctant to let go. And the feeling of the fine hair touching her cheeks under pressure made her feel happy.
Fujiwara Izaya boldly opened her clothes and buried his face in her soft body.
"I'm still angry!" Kawashima Miji said in an embarrassed voice.
"I was wrong." Fujiwara Izaya answered simply.
It's just the tone, it's very unclear, as if something is stuffed in the mouth.
"Where did you go wrong?" Kawashima Miji maintained her empress' reserve.
"My fault is that I am not good enough for my wife to tolerate all my shortcomings."
"...What a mess!"
"Well, it's so flexible. Our children will be blessed."
"Yeah, don't talk nonsense, and don't change the topic!"
"By the way, does your wife want a boy or a girl?"
"Of course it's a boy."
"I think girls are better."
"Why?"
"Think about it, with my wife's and my appearance, our daughter must be the cutest and most beautiful girl in the world. Why waste our genes on giving birth to a boy?"
"But I can't bear to let my daughter get married when she grows up."
"It's too troublesome to raise a man. Think about it, with my style as a man from the Fujiwara family, there will be so many conflicts between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law that you will be drowned in the future."
"...That's right."
"Ma'am, raise your legs."
"Hmm. Oh..."
Kawashima Miji, who was coaxed into being lost in the lake, subconsciously did as he said.
A gentle and beautiful mother, a handsome and tall father, and an adorable child. On a sunny Sunday morning, the three of them were lovingly walking in a nearby park - such a warm scene!
With a face full of intoxication and admiration, Miji Kawashima raised her legs like this.
The short nightgown slipped down, revealing her beautiful white legs.
Those smooth and toned legs are like two cabbages that grow happily after absorbing the sun.
"I like Chinese cabbage!"
Fujiwara Izaya grabbed her ankle and smelled the scent of roses in the cabbage.
"Yeah, put it down." Only then did Kawashima Miki react. She gritted her teeth and twisted her waist around, as if it was itching.
Fujiwara Izaya thought her panicked look was very cute and couldn't help but chuckle.
After a while, after enjoying the cabbage, he also lay face down on the sheets.
Kawashima Miji lowered her head and looked at his head between her legs. Thinking that there were people in the rooms on the left and right, she couldn't help biting her lips, not daring to make the slightest sound.
"They haven't gotten up yet!" Fujiwara Izaya said.
"Don't play too much!" Kawashima Miji warned, and her legs naturally fell on his back. Then, she leaned her neck back against the window sill, clasped the sheets tightly with her slender fingers, and opened her lips slightly. She was excited.
, the joy made her forget everything, and she could not feel any shame - her delicate, round and sweet face burned like a flame.
After the morning exercise, Fujiwara Izaya changed some food for the spider and asked Kawashima Miki to feed her. Then he opened the sliding door and on the way to the kitchen, he opened the windows of the living room and dining room in the corridor.
The room was eerily quiet, and I could only feel the breeze passing through the hall. The weather forecast said that today's temperature would reach the highest temperature since the beginning of summer, making it a good day to go out to sea.
In the kitchen, Mrs. Hoshimi concentrated on cooking.
"Good morning." Fujiwara Izaya walked in and said hello.
"Good morning, come and help." Mrs. Hoshimi looked back and smiled, her soft hair swaying slightly.
"It's so boring to say hello like this," Fujiwara Izaya joked.
"Uh, so?" Mrs. Hoshimi raised a hand, held it like a cat's paw on the side of her face, her expression and voice were cute, "Meow, good morning?"
Fujiwara Izaya said in surprise: "Himeko is upper body?"
"Himeko is Himeko, and Yako is Yako." Mrs. Hoshimi corrected him seriously, "It is a serious mistake to think that Yako's cuteness is exclusive to Himeko!"
"Yiko is the best in the world!" Fujiwara Izaya instantly forgot who Xuebao was.
"If you are wise, come over here." Mrs. Hoshimi waved her hand, as if she had something good for him.
After Fujiwara Izaya walked over, she pointed directly at the fresh snapper in the tank and ordered: "I hereby ask you as the chairman of the board to turn this smelly and dirty fish into a pot for me.
Delicious fish soup.”
"Do you have any other requests?" Fujiwara Izaya put on his apron skillfully.
"Well, the bones need to be removed, and the fish soup must not have a fishy smell..." Mrs. Hoshimi put her fist on her chin, combing her black and shiny hair on her chest, "Also, Rinko likes fish porridge, please cook a bowl.
One bowl is enough for her, no other women can eat it."
"You are roasting me on the fire rack." Fujiwara Izaya held a knife and skillfully bled the fish.
"Give you a chance to remedy the situation, don't be ignorant." Mrs. Hoshimi smiled gracefully, staring intently at the fish's reaction. In the water tank, the fish blood flowing from the gills of the slightly panting fish seeped into the water.
In the white and slippery fish body.
Fujiwara Izaya deftly picked out the fish bones, separated the fish meat just right, and used the fish bones and fish heads to extract juice to make stock stew. The fish skin and fish meat were also separated, and the fish skin was grilled over a fire for appetizers, and the fish meat was used as a snack.
Make soups and porridge.
"That's awesome!" Mrs. Hoshimi looked at this series of homework with sincere admiration.
She is the kind of person who loves to cook and loves to play. Even though she is a mess at cooking, she always likes to cook with her own hands.
"If you want to learn, I will teach you slowly." Fujiwara Izaya said, looking at her sideways. Mrs. Hoshimi's appearance is really similar to that of her senior sister. The shape of her eyebrows is exactly the same as her daughter's, and her nose is dignified and elegant. She does
The clumsy posture when cooking is also as attractive as the senior sister.
net
Her superficial demeanor is consistent with her status - a cold, noble, ruthless, and unapproachable chairman of the board.
And in private, to be precise when she was with the Kasahara family and the Fujiwara family, she was quiet, gentle, and a good wife and mother. From her, Fujiwara Izaya seemed to see what the senior would be like ten years later.
"What are you looking at?" Mrs. Hoshimi covered her lips with her hands uncomfortably.
"I'm seeing how similar Miss Yako and Miss Rinko are," Fujiwara Izaya said playfully.
"How much?"
"Eight points."
Mrs. Hoshimi pursed her lips tightly for four or five seconds before letting go.
"Rinzi is very angry." She whispered, "I advised her to sever ties with you directly, but she refused, and she had a quarrel with me last night.
"
"I know why."
Mrs. Xingjian rubbed her eyebrows with a headache: "How do you know?"
"Why?" Fujiwara Izaya thought for a moment, "Probably, senior sister is the same as me. You have to confirm everything by yourself before you can make a conclusion. The opinions of others can be used as a reference, but they must not affect your own judgment."
"You are so annoying." Mrs. Hoshimi said calmly, "She is obviously my daughter, but she quarreled with me because of you."
"Maybe." Fujiwara Izaya denied, "But I can please people and make them happy without imposing myself on others. Although I occasionally lie, I am generally sincere."
Mrs. Xingjian thought for a long time, then smiled as if giving up: "Well, you're not lying when you praise me, right?"
"Of course not!" Fujiwara Izaya looked hurt, "In my eyes, Chairman Yako is a beautiful person like a goddess."
"How awesome is it?"
"Can you speak Chinese?"
"Know a little bit."
"To what extent?"
"Hello, thank you, xiaolongbao, goodbye..." After speaking the standard four words, Mrs. Hoshimi also made a funny sound, lightly covering her lips and said: "Okay, I am proficient in Chinese, you can praise me
Already."
There are many ancient books in Shintoism that are all written in Chinese. How could Mrs. Hoshimi, a king-level powerhouse, not know Chinese?
"Its shape is as graceful as a startling giant, as graceful as a wandering dragon..."
The kettle gurgled, and after the boy's recitation sounded, the hot air that came out became a little more ethereal.
"Should the shoulders be cut into shape, the waist should be as plain as it should be... Fragrant and lustrous, plump and beautiful... Bright eyes are good at gazing, and the dimples can assist in power... The graceful appearance, the calm demeanor and the leisurely body... Tender and charming, charming in words..."
"Okay, okay, we can stop."
Just when Fujiwara Izaya was about to forget what was coming next, Mrs. Hoshimi put the breakfast on the plate and said with a smile: "You have almost used up all the words to praise beauties in Chinese. It sounds like a lie at first glance. It is too false.
Got it!"
"You are indeed speaking from the bottom of my heart." Fujiwara Izaya turned on the faucet and washed his hands. "In my eyes, you are the Goddess of Luo."
"What about Himeko?"
"She...the beautiful version of the Queen Mother of the West."
"Sounds better than me!"
"But she is vulgar, not as charming as the Luo Shen who established traditional oriental aesthetics."
"Haha, you are such a bad boy." Mrs. Hoshimi put one hand on his shoulder, her serious eyes seemed to be chasing the passing years. Then she said with a smile: "If I
She was born ten years later, so there is nothing wrong with Linzi."
"Senior sister is watching."
"Huh?" Mrs. Xingjian was startled and hurriedly looked toward the door.
The sight was empty, there was no one there.
Turning back and looking into Fujiwara Izaya's shining black pearl eyes, tasting the smile in them, Mrs. Hoshimi's cheeks turned red and she cursed angrily: "How annoying! You are so cunning... you actually said this.
You’re just teasing the chairman with these words, and you’ll see how I punish you!”
After saying these cruel words, she hurriedly picked up the dinner plate and ran away like a fire.
"Fujiwara-kun!"
"As punishment, please clean the house immediately——"
The sound was just like a wife losing her temper with her lazy husband. Fujiwara Izaya wiped his hands, picked up a rag and a basin, and wiped the floor diligently.
no way.
As the head of the family, this is what he should do.
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The sky became as blue as washed by water, and a gentle breeze blew across the earth.
When Mrs. Kasahara shook her little daughter's shoulders and woke her up, the room was already filled with dazzling sunlight.
"Well, mom——"
"Get up quickly, pack your things, and let's go out to sea."
Kasahara Asuka got out of bed with a sleepy sound, her smart eyes blinked hard: "Mom, help me tease senior?"
"Mom will definitely help you!" Mrs. Kasahara pinched her daughter's nose lovingly.
"Yeah!"
Kasahara Asuka jumped excitedly and ran out the door.
As soon as she left the house, she seemed to have remembered something and came back and said: "Mom, don't eat secretly!"
"Absolutely!" Mrs. Kasahara agreed.
But judging from the look in her eyes that had drifted to another world, she definitely didn't take her little daughter's words to heart... Sun, sea, bikini, such a good opportunity, how could she not eat it secretly? What's the point of her daughter being angry?
Did you come to this world just to have fun for your mother?
After exiting the door, all the rain-shielding windows on the first floor have been opened.
The corridors and floors were wiped clean, and the smell of cooking and roasting food wafted through the room.
"Good morning!" Mrs. Kasahara smiled and greeted Fujiwara Izaya who was wiping the floor with his butt in his mouth.
"0 points!" Fujiwara Izaya raised his head.
"Meow" Mrs. Kasahara put her hands into paws on the side of her face and coquettishly said, "Master, should you have breakfast first? Or should you eat your mother-in-law's cat first? Meow meow."
“Full marks!”
Whether it's fair to say it or not, Mrs. Hoshimi still has a long way to go when it comes to teasing her son-in-law.
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A roomful of women gathered in the dining room after washing up.
There was a table full of food on the dining table, and a glass vase with white and light red roses in it looked very romantic.
"Good morning, everyone!" Mrs. Kasahara greeted happily, "Judging from the expressions, everyone seemed to have slept soundly last night. Did you have any sweet dreams?"
Wearing ordinary white home clothes, she looked as handsome as a female college student in the morning light.
A beautiful person, no matter what she wears, she looks well-matched and well-coordinated. Kawashima Miji couldn't help but look at her with envy, thinking that she was indeed a noble lady, with every frown and smile as graceful as an elf.
"This classmate," Fujiwara Izaya said with a smile, "should do radio gymnastics before eating."
"Broadcast gymnastics?" Mrs. Kasahara coquettishly said, "I'm hungry, do I have to do it?"
"Of course, students have to do it." Fujiwara Izaya turned his eyes and looked at several women. "Unless anyone admits that she is an old woman, she will have immunity."
"..."
In an instant, he became the public enemy of women.
Especially the three senior students, all looked shy and embarrassed... After leaving school for so long, they still remember how to do gymnastics on the radio. However, Fujiwara Izaya did not give them time to refuse.
Just speak directly.
"Classmates, this is a summer that trains our bodies and minds. Let us welcome a vibrant morning together...one, two, three, four..."
The young man's distinctive and beautiful voice echoed in the restaurant.
The three sisters looked at me and I looked at you. In the end, no one wanted to admit that she was an old woman. They were all barefoot, lined up on the wooden floor, and began to do gymnastics while bathing in the morning sun.
The three little ones were eating and watching with interest.
Their movements were distorted and irregular, but the advantage was that they were beautiful enough to jump no matter how they danced. Soon, beautiful blushes appeared on all three faces, which was caused by the monkey-like looks in their eyes from the two real female students.
of.
As for Fujiwara Izaya...
Oh my god, these breasts, these waists, these hips, these long legs... Does anyone really care whether their posture is standard?
"I want some water."
"Me too."
The three women put on their shoes and went to the bathroom to wash their feet.
Fujiwara Izaya called Yuki-onna over to act as air conditioner in the restaurant.
Outside the window is the blue sea, and the sea breeze carries a magical power, making people full of appetite.
"It tastes delicious." Kasahara Asuka praised.
As she spoke, she picked up the fish soup again and took a delicious sip.
Fujiwara Izaya showed an expression of relief that his work was not in vain.
"You didn't expect that my cooking skills have improved rapidly." Mrs. Hoshimi said proudly.
"..." Fujiwara Izaya glanced at her.
She returned the same cryptic look, and after exchanging messages, the two of them smiled knowingly.
"What did you two do this morning?" Mrs. Kasahara keenly sensed something was wrong.
"We exchanged cooking skills together." Mrs. Hoshimi shrugged as if to show off, "Based on the principle of mutual confidentiality, I can't tell you the specific process. But Mr. Fujiwara praised me fiercely and said that I was an Oriental
The embodiment of aesthetics.”
Hoshimi Rinko drank only one portion of fish porridge and looked at Fujiwara Izaya with the look of "You still don't know how to repent".
Fujiwara Izaya avoided her eyes, fished out a whole piece of fish meat from the fish soup and handed it to Kawashima Miki who looked like an outsider: "I slaughtered this fish, you eat more, if there is not enough, I will go to the sea to catch it."
Kawashima Meiji ate the fish in small bites, feeling warm all over her body.
Because of her identity as a monster, she instinctively felt fearful and uneasy when she was with the two directors of Onnyangliao. But Fujiwara Izaya's unabashed gentleness at this time made her feel his determination, and she liked this bitch even more.
La.
The two beautiful girls looked unhappy.
In comparison, the two ladies were much more calm.
"Dear..." Mrs. Kasahara shook Fujiwara Izaya's arm with both hands and moved her mouth towards her, "Why didn't I? Isn't Himeko worthy of your tenderness?"
Fujiwara Rinya also fished out a piece for her.
"Ah!" Mrs. Kasahara opened her mouth.
"Don't you have any hands?"
"My hands are holding you."
"...That makes sense." Fujiwara Izaya used his taiko to pick up the fish and feed it to her.
In an instant, his two feet were stepped on respectively. From the size analysis, the left was the junior sister, the right was the senior... and the angry little hand between the legs belonged to Miss Mei Ke.
"Chairman Hoshimi's." Fujiwara Izaya also picked up a piece of fish and gave it to Mrs. Hoshimi.
In his eyes, both daughters and mothers are the same, and one must not favor one over the other. We are all a family, so there shouldn’t be any closeness or distance. We should all love each other... Didn’t he feed his daughter some fish? Forget it.
Yes, they are young and not without hands.
The air conditioner next to me also came over.
"ah"
The soft red lips covered with white frost opened and blew cold air on Fujiwara Izaya's face.
"You can't eat this." Fujiwara Izaya touched her hair, "Xue Ji, be good, I will take you out to sea later and let you wear a bikini."
Xuebao doesn't understand what a bikini is.
Intuitively, she felt that it was not a good thing, because the master liked to bully Xuebao the most... Thinking like this, she suddenly shrank behind Kawashima Meiki, revealing her blue eyes from behind her adoptive mother, looking sad and beautiful.
Staring at the owner, hoping he would understand that Olaf wanted nothing but popsicles.
Why is this snow girl so clumsy... The mother and daughter of the Kasahara family and the Hoshimi family came up with the idea of Olaf at the same time.
After breakfast, the maid brought the yacht over.
According to the original plan, I was supposed to go to sea during the last two days of summer vacation.
However, due to major events at Xia Ji, the two chairman decided to go on vacation early and return to Tokyo directly two days later.
Kawashima Miki, a woman who happened to appear, was also invited by them.
According to Fujiwara Izaya's guess, the two board chairmen should have planned to torture them on the ship and then throw their bodies into the sea. This was not a random guess on his part, because he saw with his own eyes that the school girl was handcuffed and whipped while packing her things.
Hemp ropes and other strange things were stuffed into a backpack. In addition to my younger sister, my elder sister also came, and she appeared in police uniform.
The sister wearing a police officer uniform is a peerless beauty who is noble and majestic but also reveals forbidden charm.
Could it be that he was using the temptation of the uniform to force me to confess my crime... Fujiwara Izaya took heavy steps and boarded the yacht bound for the Pacific Ocean.