[Net Wang] That day you don't know

I got acquainted with the owner of this store, a man who has the same sweet smell as strawberry mousse.

Even though she is surrounded by countless elites, her aesthetics is tilted towards a man with a "sweet breath".Yukimura sighed lightly, and Chika, who appeared to be strong and resolute in front of the world, was actually yearning for sweet dreams like every young girl.A man like Marui can certainly fulfill the dream deep in her heart.

"welcome."

The moment Yukimura opened the door, several sweet female voices sounded.Looking at the counter, Marui, who was wearing a chef's white hat, tilted his head and waited for his arrival with a smile. His eyes glanced at the window. A man who did not match the dreamy atmosphere of the entire dessert house was sitting in a multi-person seat next to the window. Then, under Yukimura's gaze, he pushed the frame on the bridge of his nose.

The clerks rushed out of the store happily, and Marui turned over the "open" wooden sign on the door, and closed the door to isolate the girls' laughter like bees.

Yukimura leaned back in his chair, facing the man alone. "It's a wonderful thing to meet again", Marui said, so in a way that Yukimura could not imagine, he reunited the members of the tennis club back then, except for the jackal Kuwahara who was far away in Brazil, Yanagi Renji who was working in Tokyo, and I don't know. The missing Kirihara Chiya.However Yukimura thinks his purpose is not pure.

Compared with others, Yukimura and Yagyu are not too unfamiliar.There are two patients in Yukimura's family. The whole family is a frequent visitor to the hospital. They go to the hospital a lot, and they always meet Dr. Yagyu several times.But the young man with dyed hair who just opened the door made Yukimura startled for a moment.

Marui was busy in the kitchen, and the young man was obviously surprised to see the only two customers in the store.Approaching them with a hesitant expression, a sly smile that was very familiar to them suddenly appeared on his face: "Puri, Minister Yukimura, Yagyu-kun--I didn't admit my mistake, did I?" How could it be possible to admit a mistake?These two people have hardly changed from ten years ago.

"What a surprise, Nioh." Yukimura couldn't recognize his blue hair and gay neutral attire.

Nioh obviously read deep doubts from Yukimura's eyes looking at him, and smiled and pulled out the chair to sit next to Yagyu: "Don't look at me with such eyes, you always have to sacrifice a little to make a living."

"Is Nioh's job a cowherd?" Smiling and viciously complaining is also Yukimura's personality, which has never changed over the years.

Nioh waved his hand: "It's a stylist. I have served many big stars. Yukimura Kao would not consider letting me do a style for you, since you used to be my minister, it's free."

Yukimura took a sip of coffee and responded lightly: "No, thank you."

King Ni just cast his eyes on Yagyu, and Yagyu quickly waved his hands: "My job is not suitable for fancy dress."

Nioh shook his head at Yagyu with regret, and turned to Yukimura: "What is Yukimura doing? I haven't heard from you for almost ten years." The last time I heard about Yukimura was from the Internet. When he announced the news of his illness, after retiring, Yukimura was like a speck of dust submerged in the vast sea of ​​people. No reporter cared about his whereabouts, and Nioh, who never took the initiative to inquire, had no way of knowing his news.

"I've been in Kanagawa all the time." Yukimura said, "I don't have any job. I'm not suitable for the nine-to-five life. I just draw illustrations or comics occasionally."

"A manga?" A trace of doubt flashed across Nioh's face, which didn't seem to suit Yukimura's personality very well.

As if he was afraid that he would continue to ask, Yukimura turned his head to the direction of the kitchen and raised his voice: "Bunta, are you sure Sanada is here?"

Marui's voice came from the small window where the food was delivered: "Responded 10 minutes ago, on the way."

"Puri, Vice Minister Sanada." Nioh looked at Yukimura playfully.

Marui's mousse has been served, but Sanada is still missing.The mousse cut into triangles is decorated with a chocolate tennis racket, which shows Marui's intentions. "This is a new product in our store—Tennis Chocolate Mousse! If you think it's good, consider listing it as a recommended product in our store!" Marui said proudly, "There's also Chef Marui's best creme brulee!"

Yagyu picked up the tennis mousse as if appreciating a work of art, Nioh lowered his head and his long hair almost fell to the surface of the mousse: "Puri, it looks delicious, I'm going to eat it!"

"Please please please!"

As soon as he picked up the fork, Yukimura, who was opposite Nioh, said softly, "But Sanada is still here."

"But I'm hungry." Nioh raised his eyebrows and looked at Yukimura. It was no longer the tennis club 15 years ago. Even in Lihai University High School 15 years ago, he was not so afraid of Yukimura.

"If we have almost finished eating when Sanada arrives, how sad Sanada will be." Yukimura lowered his eyes sadly.

Yagyu's heart skipped a beat: "Xingmura-kun is talking about such a rare gathering - Nioh-kun!" Nioh-kun ignored their hypocritical politeness, and started to eat voraciously.

"Hey, hello!" Marui patted the table excitedly, "How can you taste the delicacy of the cake like you! Be sure to eat slowly, eat slowly, please respect the fruit of the pastry chef's labor!"

"The action is too ugly, Nioh!"

When Sanada pushed open the door of the dessert room, there was a lot of noise inside, Sanada frowned, and finally swallowed the sentence "too slack".At this time, King Ni had finished eating the mousse in front of him, licked the cream on the corner of his lips and said, "It tastes good, but the portion is too small. Can I order another one, Marui-kun?"

Marui complained and got up from his seat, just in time to see the person at the door: "Deputy Manager Sanada!" Yukimura sat on the chair and turned his head, separated by the branches and leaves of the green plants, the smile still on his face seemed to be the summoner Sanada.

Yukimura's eyes slowly widened, the amazingly handsome police uniform was covered in dust, Sanada was holding the hat in his left hand, with one side of his hair slumped, looking quite embarrassed. "What's the matter, Sanada?" Yukimura raised his face from behind the green plants, looked at Sanada solemnly, but didn't walk towards him.

Marui ran up to Sanada and looked around with concern.Sanada replied: "It's nothing, I'm sorry for being late. There was a robbery on the road, it took a little time." Sanada walked to the table expressionlessly, "Yagyu-kun, Nioh-kun?"

Nioh nodded lazily, and Yukimura suddenly frowned when he saw a tear in Sanada's trousers.Such a neat slit is clearly a knife edge: "Sanada...too careless, the other party has a knife on him, right?"

Sanada glanced at Yukimura in surprise: "Yes. But it doesn't matter, I subdued him easily."

"What if one day you are unlucky and the gangster stabs you with a knife? You are obviously not working, and you still have to take care of such and such nosy things, can't you protect yourself well?" Yukimura spooned Although Pudding couldn't tell if he was angry, both his movements and his speech were abnormally fast.

Sanada was stunned for a few seconds: "Yukimura...Thank you for your concern, but this is my job, even if it is not working hours."

"Sanada-kun has always been like this. Even if you are not a policeman, you will rush out without hesitation when you see a robbery, right?" Yagyu smiled to smooth things over, "But what Yukimura-kun said is that Sanada-kun should consider his own Safe. I don't want to see my friend in the hospital."

Sanada nodded, and turned his head to look at the side faces of the people around him. Although there was no sullen expression, Sanada seemed to be able to feel the anger under the surface of his pale skin.Yukimura suddenly turned to meet Sanada's gaze, and there was a hint of doubt in his clear eyes.There was a cough from the opposite side, and Sanada held his forehead and said, "Working continuously for 18 hours, my brain and body are dull."

"18 hours?" Liu Sheng exclaimed.

"Are you still driving here?" Yukimura was obviously angry this time.

It was a rare reunion after a long absence, and Sanada had no intention of affecting the atmosphere of the party, but Yukimura saw his exhausted face sleeping with one arm propped on his forehead, and decided to let him go home first.Apologizing to the three partners, Yukimura dragged Sanada out of the dessert house: "Where is the car parked?"

Sanada pointed in the direction of the parking lot, his head still not fully awake: "Yukimura...you can have more fun, I can go back by myself."

"No." Yukimura took Sanada's hand without doubt and walked towards the parking lot.

Sanada walked towards the driver's seat habitually, but was stopped by Yukimura: "It's like this, let me drive." Yukimura spread his hand in front of him.

"Yukimura..." Can you drive?

"Of course." Sanada obediently handed the car keys to Yukimura, and walked around to the passenger side.Yukimura didn't have a car, and he never knew that Yukimura could drive, maybe because every time he went out with Yukimura, he always consciously acted as Yukimura's driver.

Sanada was very nervous sitting in the passenger seat, because Yukimura's movements were very unskilled.But Yukimura was very careful, he looked left and right until there was no moving car in his field of vision, and then he drove out of the parking space.Driving out of the underground garage and entering the driveway, Sanada heaved a sigh of relief, leaned back on the seat and closed his eyelids.

Yukimura glanced at him: "Actually, I don't have a driver's license." Sanada opened his eyes suddenly, and Yukimura laughed when he saw his expression, "Sleep at ease, I will be very careful."

"No, Yukimura..." How could he be able to sleep? "Let me come?"

"No, if you fell asleep while driving, I would be more dangerous, wouldn't I?"

"So, Yukimura asked you to stay in the store."

"Then watch me drive. Although I don't have a driver's license