The forum wrote the Shura field script for the real wine

Akira Sakurai struggled in Okiya Subaru's arms, "Since you all know that I have become smaller for some reason, why didn't you ask me why?"

Okiya Subaru didn't put Sakurai Akira down, but met Sakurai Akira's eyes, that pink and tender little round face had a look of disdain, but matched with the small eyebrows that were bent like seagulls, how could he Just look cute.

"Then can you tell me why? Will you tell me clearly? Do you trust me?"

Okiya Subaru's eyes under the lens are narrow, and in the bright living room of the villa, the lights are shining but blurred, making it even more difficult to see his true expression.

Sakurai Akira was silent when he heard Okiya Subaru's questioning.

Okiya Subaru looked at Akira Sakurai suddenly lowered his small head, the soft black hair reflected the luster, from his perspective, he could see the fair and chubby face of Sakurai who had become Shomata.

Sakurai Akira lowered his head in thought, but Okiya Subaru felt like a wronged and helpless child buried his head in his arms for comfort.

Okiya Subaru smiled silently, hugged Akira Sakurai who was no longer struggling, and walked upstairs with long legs.

But he heard Akira Sakurai whisper a word in his ear, poking out his claws like a kitten. He felt that his sharp claws were very fierce, but those furry little claws were itchy, and he would scratch them after a long time. Heartstrings.

"Do you doubt me?" Sakurai Akira's tone was calm and indifferent.

Sakurai Akira didn't get a reply, but Okiya Subaru suddenly put Sakurai Akira on the sofa, then turned around and rummaged in the closet.

"There are no clothes you can wear here either." Okiya Subaru turned his head and stared at the small group of Akira Sakurai who was nestled on the sofa and covered by loose clothes. We will go shopping tomorrow for clothes that elementary school students can wear."

Early the next morning, Akira Sakurai felt that half of his brain was absolutely malfunctioning.

Otherwise, how could he appear in a shopping mall with this squint-eyed man now!

And he was forced to wear a pair of overalls with a cartoon Superman pattern printed on it and sit in the trolley!

The instigator, Subaru Okiya, squinted his eyes, and with a kind smile on his gentle face, he handed a cone to Akira Sakurai who exploded.

"Come on, sit down obediently. We'll have to look at the children's shoes later."

Akira Sakurai had a gloomy little face, and he swallowed a big mouthful of the cone viciously, as if venting his anger.

That's right, he's biting Okiya Subaru's face right now.

As a result, Akira Sakurai screamed from the ice in the cone, and the child's crisp milk voice burst out from Akira Sakurai's unguarded throat.

People passing by heard the shouts and looked over.

"Wow, why is this child crying? Is this father too young? Why does the child hold his arms and look at him when he cries."

"The child is so cute. He should be a primary school student. Why is he still sitting in the cart? Is this young father doting on the child too much?"

"Keep your voice down. This young dad looks like a rich second-generation kid at first glance. There is nothing wrong with a young and handsome rich second-generation spoiling his child."

The more passers-by commented, the more Sakurai Akira's drama addiction became.

As soon as his big watery eyes were squeezed, countless crystal tears fell down. He stretched out his white and tender arms and grabbed Okiya Subaru, as if seeking Okiya Subaru's help and comfort.

Akira Sakurai smiled inwardly, the more aggrieved he behaved, the more embarrassing this "young father" Subaru Okiya would be.

"Oh, the kids are asking for daddy's hug."

Akira Sakurai kept his mouth shut, and he slightly opened one eye to see how Okiya Subaru would deal with this situation.

As a result, he was suddenly picked up, and the whole person was suspended in the air.

He was caught off guard, and his short hands and legs fluttered wildly.

Okiya Subaru squinted his eyes, and smiled sullenly like a big cat, "Why don't you cry?"

Sakurai Akira was carried by Okiya Subaru with one hand and placed on the ground. Half of the cone in Sakurai Akira's hand melted, and the sticky cream filled his whole little hand.

He lowered his head and admitted to the wrong child, "I didn't cry," then he raised his head and shouted firmly, "It's your fault!"

Okiya Subaru crossed his arms, bent down and stared at this cunning little thing, wanting to crush him with his feet.

"Huh? Is it my fault that you were frozen by ice cream? It seems that I can't spoil you so much. It's not good for a child to be too spoiled." Okiya Subaru smiled and put on an increasingly gloomy and fearful face.

Akira Sakurai saw Okiya Subaru and was about to reach out to grab him, how could he fall into Okiya Subaru's clutches after finally getting out of the shackles.

He was about to run with his short legs, but Okiya Subaru stretched out his hand and grabbed it.

But then Sakurai Akira felt something was wrong.

Okiya Subaru pulled Sakurai Akira to the corner of the shopping mall corridor, and Okiya Subaru looked up to the opposite building.

Akira Sakurai looked over, and he saw a man in a black leather jacket with a black hat walking up the escalator, and as the elevator descended, his face could be seen clearly.

The black curly hair of the man was exposed under the black hat, the jaw line was sharp, and the facial features were stiff. He looked mature and powerful, but there was a terrible scar on the right side of his face.

Akira Sakurai's pupil constriction - rye whiskey.

But isn't Ley already dead? !

How would it appear here!

When Okiya Subaru turned his gaze away, Akira Sakurai had already put away his doubts. He tilted his head and smiled sweetly like a child, "I'm hungry, how about going to lunch?"

Okiya Subaru squinted his eyes and smiled, the corners of his mouth curved without any flaws, "Okay."

At the dinner table, the two had their own ghosts.

Akira Sakurai's cell phone rang suddenly, breaking the eerie silence.

Akira Sakurai glanced at the caller ID - Azusa Enomoto.

He widened his eyes, and suddenly remembered that today he was going to work part-time at Poirot's coffee shop!

And in his current situation, how could he work part-time.

Akira Sakurai ignored the phone that kept ringing, but Subaru just glanced at it, then got up, "I'll go to pay first."

Akira Sakurai raised his head and replied loudly, "Okay!"

In the afternoon, Poirot Coffee Shop.

Azusa Enomoto sighed after reading the message on the phone.

With a friendly smile on his face, Toru Amuro walked over slowly, "Miss Zi, what made you sigh?"

Azusa Enomoto worried: "Yue-kun said he has the flu and needs to take leave for at least a week, so he won't come to part-time jobs recently."

Amuro rolled his eyes and said softly: "The flu is really serious recently, I think Yue-kun will recover soon, Miss Zi, please take care of yourself."

Akira Sakurai, who was sitting in Poirot's coffee shop, was humming a song and looking at the menu leisurely. Then he turned his head and raised his hand, and shouted lively: "Brother! I want to order!"

Amuro walked over and saw this cute primary school student in overalls, with big pink eyes, round and clear, as sweet as peaches.

Akira Sakurai smiled and said, "Brother, I want to eat your peanut butter sandwich!"

Amuro was stunned for a moment, the pink-eyed child in front of him gave him a feeling of sweet candy that melted, and this feeling seemed familiar to him.

Toru Amuro responded, "Okay, please wait a moment."

Akira Sakurai sat on the soft booth and swayed his legs. While stirring the milkshake with a straw, he looked at Toru Amuro who was working.

And his immature face is full of innocence, no one would guess that a child will have a conspiracy hidden in the dark.

As it was getting late, Toru Amuro suddenly received a message, and he walked out of Poirot's coffee shop.

Akira Sakurai jumped off the booth, and happily followed not far away.

Toru Amuro walked two streets away, and Akira Sakurai saw him get into a car, and a blonde woman was sitting in the car.

As a sniper, Akira Sakurai has clear vision and sharp eyes.He can remember the basic features even to those who have glanced at them.

And this blond woman, wearing sunglasses, was sitting in the driver's seat. Looking through the slightly opened and closed windows, she could glimpse her stunning beauty.

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