did you see my dad

If there is anything Fukuzawa Yukichi cannot resist, it must be cats.

And now-

In his sight, there appeared a milk cat maid with the same hair color as him, with a fat baby face and blue cat eyes, who was ecstatically chewing a small bun.

Osamu Dazai, who was peeping from the side, obviously felt the slightly stiff body of the president standing at the door. He forgot to close the door, and even Kunikida's good morning to the president was ignored. The silver-haired man's gaze He was fixed on Huali's body without blinking his eyes.

It took a while to realize it, looked up at Kunikida's direction, and replied calmly: "...good morning."

Finally she looked away from the steamed stuffed bun, Huali looked at the man in kimono who was very close to her, there were two deep tear grooves on his face, an extremely serious face put a certain amount of pressure on Huali, hearing Kunikida Calling this person the president should have a very high status.She tried her best to swallow the buns in her cheeks, got off the sofa and bowed cautiously to Fukuzawa Yukichi: "Good morning."

Fukuzawa Yukichi, who has always been disliked by cats, noticed that the child's hands hanging by his side were clenched tightly, revealing a bit of nervousness.

He paused for a moment, perhaps because he was already familiar with the fact that even holding a small dried fish in his hand would scare the cat away. If it was a human cub, it would be understandable for him to react like this.

There was only a clear look on his face, and he tried his best to be gentle, restraining the desire to touch her head: "You continue to eat."

Osamu Dazai watched this scene with a smile, and stopped the president when he was about to walk into his own office: "President!"

Fukuzawa Yukichi turned around, "Dazai, what's the matter?"

The young man with his hands still wrapped in bandages looked like a naughty child, pointing his hands in the direction of Huali: "This child is looking for his father~"

The handsome middle-aged president pursed his lips. Although he felt that there was something in Osamu Dazai's words, he still didn't notice his intention: "In that case, you guys should go and help find it. Thank you."

As a partner, Kunikida had already realized that Osamu Dazai was about to make trouble, so he grabbed his sleeve anxiously, but he still couldn't stop the bandaged youth from continuing: "But President, this child's hair color is not the same as yours. Same!"

Fukuzawa Yukichi was caught off guard by his words, his thin lips parted slightly, and his pupils shrank.

"Perhaps you think about it, is there such a (beep) past..." Osamu Dazai danced and danced, his eyes sparkling with teasing, "Is it possible that this child has something to do with you?"

Kunikida quickly covered his mouth, and dragged him to a place where no one could see.

After hearing those words, Huali also looked dazed. After being reminded by Osamu Dazai, her eyes fell on the president standing at the door of the office.

The hair... is silvery white.

Huali touched her hair for comparison, but she ran over uncertainly, and stood in front of Fukuzawa Yukichi with her skirt swaying. This was the first time she saw someone wearing a dark green kimono.

However, unexpectedly handsome!

Perhaps it was because her eyes were too focused, the expression on the face of the president who was approached by the cub for the first time seemed to be more serious.

Seeing the child's neck raised almost ninety degrees and looking up at him, he pursed his lips and squatted down. Because of Osamu Dazai's words, he had to pay attention to this issue. He looked at Huali's appearance, and his first reaction was——

cute.

Huali winked at him.

Fukuzawa Yukichi deepened his impression: very cute.

The child seemed to turn around and run away like those cats. She stared at Fukuzawa Yukichi's serious face more innocently. It is inevitable that there will be a little trace of age at the end of the eyes in middle age. A little less for middle-aged men.

Huali smiled like a little squirrel, with neat little white teeth, and the children's teeth showed a lovely light.

Fukuzawa Yukichi seemed to hear the mermaid's beautiful singing voice, and was bewildered and stretched out a wide palm towards the top of Huali's head.

Pat lightly.

Huali snorted, like the cute cry of a doll being pinched.

Fukuzawa Yukichi closed his eyes, took a deep breath and forcibly retracted his hand, but accidentally touched the cat's ear during the retraction process, and the furry touch almost made the man's goosebumps stand up.

He turned around almost according to the habit formed over the years, touched the doorknob of his office, unscrewed it and walked in. He covered the back of his protruding veins in his cuffs, walked to his desk and sat down as usual.

And he seemed to have forgotten what Dazai Osamu said, and he seemed to be dealing with yesterday's matter, but the font in front of him became illusory.

But Huali did not forget.

She hasn't checked whether the man in front of her is her father.

So he walked to the door and knocked on the door three times without being stopped by anyone.

Fukuzawa Yukichi said with a stiff face, "Please come in."

Huali opened the door on tiptoe, walked in politely and closed the door again, she tiptoed to take a look at Fukuzawa Yukichi's position, then trotted to the chair where he was sitting and introduced herself in a low voice: "My name is Huali. "

Then, show him three little fingers.

"Almost four years old."

The child's childish words smoothed his frown, and the president moved a stool from the side and put her on it, so that the two of them didn't have to communicate by looking up and down.

Huali talked about her things being robbed by others, but the words that came out of her mouth, such as "there is a big hole in the bag" and "there is no money", made the serious things cute .

He left early yesterday due to business, and failed to bump into Huali's door to ask for help. Thinking of this, I don't know why I felt a little regretful.

Just thinking about it, Huali took off her shoes and stood on the stool.

That height is nothing to be aware of for an adult, but it is an extremely dangerous distance for a three-year-old child.

The silver-haired man stretched out his wristbands around her, his face and voice were very similar to the middle school dean that Huali had seen before: "This is very dangerous..."

Huali nodded, and put her hands on his shoulders, as if sending him a message that everything would be fine.

Fukuzawa Yukichi is not good at this kind of relationship.

Therefore, after receiving this message, she stopped preaching, but chose to get close to the point where she folded her arms and could protect her body in time even if she fell.

But in the next second, Huali was holding him in a vain posture, and while he was holding his breath, she pinched a strand of Fukuzawa Yukichi's hair to compare with herself.

The man didn't move, and let a child play tricks on him, and Huali put their hair together and showed him: "It's very similar."

After finishing speaking, she seemed to be a little more convinced, staring at Fukuzawa Yukichi with bright eyes, and called out tentatively: "Dad?"

Osamu Dazai, who was peeking on the glass, saw that his president was about to turn into a sculpture, and stiffly didn't know how to answer Huali's words, until Huali turned around and grabbed his arm and sat down on his lap unceremoniously Go up, the voice is a little louder: "Dad?"

Because she didn't deny it, Huali didn't seem to doubt her guess any more.

The president who heard this name for the second time finally woke up, his arms protected her shaking body when she was in his arms, Huali hugged his arm, his eyes curved into crescent moons happily: "Are you Huali's father?" ?”

Such words are a brand new challenge for the restrained Fukuzawa Yukichi.

Dad or something...

After hearing this address, he couldn't deny the sudden quickening of his heartbeat, but he was also thinking of a suitable reason for denying it. Finally, a cute creature approached her. I was completely attracted, and finally said two words with difficulty: "Maybe..."

After waiting for a while, Huali didn't wait for his next words, so she looked up at him.

From this angle, one could see the man's sharp jaw hidden under his seriousness. Huali felt something pressing on her waist, and curiously stretched out her hand to touch it, and even touched the sword hilt that had been smoothed out with engravings.

The president turned around quickly and took the hilt out of her hand. The man who regained consciousness hugged her on the table and said to her solemnly: "I should not be your father."

"Even if the hair color is similar, it cannot be used as evidence of father and daughter..."

His voice has been softened to the lowest level he can reach, and he is spreading knowledge with Huali.

After a while, he heard Huali seem to sigh, and uttered a few words as if to tolerate him: "That's great."

He obviously didn't do anything, but why did he always have the illusion that he betrayed the other party.

Huali carefully climbed down from the table, Fukuzawa Yukichi stretched out to help, Huali had already tiptoed down by herself.He withdrew his hand calmly again, and when Huali looked back at him, he avoided her gaze.

"Then... will those big brothers help me find my father?" Huali looked at the man seriously, and promoted herself again, "Huali can do many things! You can also eat less to pay off the debt—"

In this case...it sounds like they are some kind of lending company that actually let a child do this kind of thing.

"That's unnecessary."

As soon as the words fell, Huali thought that he had rejected her proposal, and immediately rolled up her sleeves and said that she could: "Mr. President, please wait a moment!"

She tiptoed to open the door and ran out, looked around for cleaning tools, finally found a rag and ran back to the office, and wiped the table for him very seriously, even the legs of the table were not spared.

Huali squatted under the table, almost making the president unable to say any words of rejection.

After that, she started to clean other places in the office. If it wasn't out of reach, Huali even wanted to clean the light bulb above her head, but Fukuzawa Yukichi sternly refused.

"I see," he let out a sigh of relief, completely helpless with Huali, "just stay here, they will do your things."

After receiving such a reply, Huali's joy could no longer be described in words.She put away the rag, washed her hands with Kunikida's help, and Osamu Dazai told her without hesitation: "Our president likes little cats very much, meow~"

Kunikida covered Osamu Dazai's mouth again.

Huali scratched her head, remembering the cat ears on top of her head, and knocked on the president's door perhaps out of repayment. She lay down beside the door and asked softly, "Can I come in?"

The president hummed calmly and let her in.

Huali sat next to him obediently this time and watched him handle official business.

When the man in front of her was dealing with work, she had a sense of stability that reassured Huali. Instead, she leaned on the armrest of the chair, dangling her calf and looking at him.

Even though the president noticed her movements and eyes that couldn't be ignored, he still devoted himself to his work.It wasn't until he had finished all that that Huali had been working with him for two hours without speaking.

Generally speaking, children of this age can't stand it at all, let alone not say a word.

Huali yawned.

"You don't need to be bored here with me," the president looked down at Huali's soft cheek, with a red mark on it, and paused, "Is there anything else you want?"

Huali shook her head, she didn't ask him for toys or snacks as the president imagined.

She looked confused, as if she just wanted to find her father.

The president called in the two remaining idlers, and he put the completed work neatly on the left hand side: "Complete this commission as soon as possible."

Kunikida had a troubled expression on his face, but Gu Jihuali didn't ask his own question here, but turned his eyes to his partner for help.

say something at least...

"Good boss!"

As soon as Osamu Dazai's words came out, Kunikida's face turned blue.

I really can't believe this guy!

"What's the matter, is there a problem Kunikida?" The president noticed a difference in his expression.

"No, nothing..." Perhaps it was Huali who looked at him with anticipation, which made him unable to explain the difficulties, "We will work hard."

"That's good, thank you for your hard work."

After the president gave the order, Huali followed them eagerly, but when she closed the door, she noticed the president's eyes still on her, and remembering what the bandaged youth said, she hesitated and walked in again, approaching his side Handed over the cat ears.

"You can squeeze it."

President: "...No need."

Huali moved her head a little closer: "Huali won't tell others."

Speaking of expressing his gratitude to him stubbornly, as if he would never leave unless he squeezed it, Fukuzawa Yukichi looked at the two cat ears with complicated eyes, and slowly stretched out his hand.

"President—"

Kunikida, who was reminded of other things, happened to see the scene where the president's hand was stretched towards the cat's ears.

Both men in the office stiffened.

Kunikida almost apologized deeply and immediately turned his head to close the door, while the president stiffly retracted his hand, trying to make himself forget the embarrassing scene just now, and closed his eyes.

Huali trotted out, and when Kunikida saw her, he immediately turned his head away in embarrassment, pretending he didn't see anything.

The reliable Kunikida sorted out his thoughts. Now they don't know Huali's father's name and appearance. Looking for it like this is like looking for a needle in a haystack, but as long as they find the photo, things will be much easier.

"There's a name on the back of Dad's photo." Huali provided this information forcefully.

"Do you remember what the person who robbed you looked like?" Kunikida pushed his glasses and entered the work mode.

Huali thought for a while, then her eyes lit up: "It's a boy!"

Kunikida: "...hair color, height, etc., do you have any other characteristics..."

Huali shook her head honestly: "It should be short hair, I didn't see clearly."

In the blind spot of surveillance, Osamu Dazai turned on the surveillance in the surrounding directions, the corners of his mouth slightly curled up, and when he got serious, his face was extraordinarily charming.

Huali sat between them.

The images in the surveillance are not very clear because of the aging of the monitors in that area, but he can see roughly. He turned on all the surveillance cameras and scanned the possible suspects inside at a faster speed. Finally, he identified a surveillance camera and slowed down. Take a look at the contents.

Huali leaned out to the left in discomfort, she glanced at Osamu Dazai, and stretched out her hand towards him.

This action—

is to hug.

He doesn't like other people's touch very much. Perhaps it was the fact that she smelled blood directly last time that made him a little bit resistant, but before he could answer, Huali's eyes swept across his arms. To see through him: "Let me see it this way."

Huali leaned out her upper body to look over, and the next second someone supported her creaking nest and hugged her on her lap.The voice was not as serious as Kunikida's, but it had an indescribable sweetness: "Aren't you afraid of twisting your neck?"

Huali didn't dare to move, she stared at the monitor, and when she slowed down for the fourth time, she seemed to see a person walking against the wall with his head down: "He's a bit like the one who took my things..."