Husband is the president of the president [Comprehensive]

In the end, both of them sulked and returned to Irie's house. No one said a word along the way, and finally went back to their rooms.

When eating dinner, Noriko asked someone to come down for dinner. Irie's father and Aihara Shigeo were suddenly too busy at work at night and couldn't come back for dinner. Irie Yuki went to a classmate's birthday party, and finally only Aihara Kotoko walked down the stairs.

The dishes on the table were very rich, but unfortunately there was no one at the huge table.Ji Zi held the dish in disappointment, his eyes lit up when Qin Zi came over.

It's okay for the son Zhishu who was born to be not talkative, but Yushu also followed suit, and the room was full of gourds. After finally coming to Suti, and then Aihara Kotoko, life finally became more colorful.

But there is a slight difference. For Su Ti, it was the daughter who had seen her growing up since she was a child. For Qin Zi, Ji Zi saw her affection for Naoki at a glance.

Qinzi is a kind and lovely girl, and more importantly, she is also very lively. Maybe it can improve Irie's icy genes, and her personalities complement each other. Creating more opportunities for the two of them to be alone may be a pleasant surprise.

The dining table is one of the few places where Irie Naoki can be seen, but now there is no one, Aihara Kotoko subconsciously said: "Auntie, are there just the two of us?"

Ji Zi smiled at her ambiguously: "Who else does Qin Zi want?"

The naked teasing made Qinzi feel a little embarrassed, she lowered her head to count the rice grains: "I mean...the grapes, why isn't the grapes here?"

When it came to Su Tikiko, he also became a little worried: "Zhishu and Tizi have been silent since they came back from school. The two of them have never been like this before."

The two had a quarrel, and Qinzi was a little surprised. I saw it with his own eyes at Irie's house these days, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that Irie Naoki treated Su Ti meticulously, but now the two actually quarreled.

"Qinzi, Qinzi?" Ji Zi beckoned, and when she looked over, he picked up the prepared tray: "Can you do me a favor?"

Kotoko Aihara took the tray in a daze, and on it was a cup of rice, pork and ginger, creamy crab cakes, and a small dish of miso mackerel.

"Help me to Naoki's room." Kiko blinked and pushed her away with a smile.

Carrying the heavy tray upstairs, Qinzi had just reached the corner when the door of Naoki Irie's room opened.

The boy came out from inside, as if he had just taken a shower, transparent drops of water fell from his hair, and slid along the smooth outline to the tip of his chin.

"that……"

Qinzi suddenly ran out of words.

He glanced at the tray and said softly, "Is it for me?"

"Yes, yes. But! It's not me—" It was my aunt who asked me to give it.

Before she could finish her words, she lightened her hand and the tray was picked up by the other party.

Qin Zi stared blankly at the past, her slender hands, well-defined joints, were exquisitely beautiful, outlined by the faint light like a work of art.

"Thank you." Naoki Irie nodded slightly, showing a rare gentleness to the unexpected tenant who was always disliked: "I'm sorry to trouble you."

Then he walked around her with the tray, walked to the door of the next room, stopped, hesitated for a while, and finally raised his hand to knock on the door.

After standing in the corridor for a while, Qinzi went downstairs slowly while holding the escalator, just in time to meet Jizi who came upstairs with a tray.

"What's the matter, Qinzi?" Ji Zi keenly noticed the slight depression on her body.

Facing the caring eyes of the other party, Qinzi suddenly didn't know what to say, and finally just lowered her head and took the tray in Jizi's hand: "It's nothing."

After a pause, he emphasized: "It's really nothing."

It's clear what it looks like, and Ji Zi also knows his son's virtues, and he probably pissed off the girl again, and finally got a Qinzi who can get close to him.

Thinking of this, I feel a little guilty: "Did Naoki say something? Really, don't take his words seriously, next time I..." Find another chance.

"No."

Qinzi shook her head: "Mr. Jiang is a very nice person."

Kiko is dubious.

Qinzi quickly raised her head, showing her trademark smile: "And auntie, don't worry, I think Mr. Irijiang and Tizi will get better soon."

"Really?"

"Hmm!" She clenched the tray tightly and laughed softly, "Really."

***

The door was unlocked, knocked a few times, and there was a muffled promise from inside.

Irie Naoki walked in with dinner, and Su Ti sat at the desk without looking back.

The music of Super Mario was played on the small stereo, and the villain with the red hat was either trampled to death by a little monster or accidentally stepped on the air and fell to death, all kinds of deaths.

He put the rice on the small table next to him, and the villain in the game happened to die again.

It's rare for a game to play this badly.

Obviously just angry.

I'm ashamed to be angry.Obviously just after taking a shower, Naoki Irie burst into anger again.

He moved a chair, sat next to the computer, tilted his head slightly, and knocked on the table: "Eat."

Su Ti bit her lip, pretending she didn't hear it.

The little man in the red hat fell into the chimney with a chirp.

A moment of silence.

After sitting for a while, the game continued to lose several times, and the words gameover jumped out continuously, but Su Ti stared at the screen, as if he didn't want to care about others.

Finally, I clicked the cross sharply, and the screen restored the classic Microsoft Grassland interface.

The screen slowly went black, and a crying expression was reflected on the computer screen, terribly aggrieved.

Su Ti sniffed, her eye sockets slowly turned red, her eyelashes were stained with water, and several long eyelashes were stuck together.

Irie Naoki pursed his lips, and said softly, "Why are you crying?"

"I don't want you to take care of me." Su Ti finally spoke, his voice was rustling, and his throat felt as uncomfortable as being scratched in the rough sand.

Because Keigo Atobe...is he so sad?

Irie Naoki lowered his eyes, concealing the irritability in his eyes, gently stroked Su Ti's head with his hand, and said in a low voice, "I don't care about you, whoever you want will care about you."

Su Ti raised his head abruptly, shook his head, got rid of his hand, stared at him with red eyes, no different from a rabbit.

Irie Naoki's eyes turned cold, and a black light flashed across his eyes.

"What's fierce, you said it yourself." She said angrily, with her head held high, and she firmly refused to accept any overtures.

"I said it." Irie Naoki looked at her with a hoarse voice, and his eyes were really puzzled: "What did I say?"

"You said—" Su Ti bit his lip and repeated what he said: "It's just a cousin."

Just a cousin.

On the way back, I couldn't help but think about this sentence over and over in my mind.

Denying his brother's statement, his tone was as cold as a passerby.

At that moment, Naoki Irie was so indifferent that it made people completely unfamiliar.

It doesn't matter how cold it is, but he said that, as if the two of them were just insignificant casual acquaintances, calling each other when they think of it during the holidays, and occasionally greeting each other when they meet.

There seems to be nothing wrong, ordinary relatives are like this.

But it also makes people feel that after they grow up, even if the two people who grew up with each other intimately have not changed on the surface, they have drifted apart in reality, and things are different.

So sad.

Su Ti stiffened his neck, lowered his head slowly, and tears fell down like broken beads.

Irie Naoki looked at her blankly, then turned his head away suddenly, his shoulders trembled slightly.

"you……"

"I know," Su Ti wiped away tears with one hand, very sad, but said firmly: "This is the price of growth."

The shoulders trembled more and more, and Naoki Irie finally couldn't help but backed away, bent down, rested his arms on his waist, and turned his head to the other side, laughing non-stop.

Smile very happily.

Laughed endlessly.

At the beginning, Su Ti was still a little ignorant, and his sad emotions were still stuck in his throat, but he laughed so hard that he became a little bit annoyed.

In the end, she didn't remember being sad, so she patted Irie Naoki and said fiercely: "What are you laughing at!" After finally brewing up the sad emotions, it disappeared.

Irie Naoki managed to straighten up, stretched out his hand to wipe away the wet tears from the corners of Su Ti's eyes, and said slowly, "I was joking."

"..."

unacceptable.

Su Ti covered his face in pain, and after a while he let go, and said angrily, "You can't make such jokes casually in the future!"

"Okay."

He was sitting on a chair, with one hand resting on the handle, his bowed knuckles resting on his cheekbones, and his voice was low and mellow: "Then I'm not joking."