Miss Shimizu's perfect ending

"It's alright, it's a job."

"Then Mr. Nakamura, I'll hang up first, goodbye."

"Goodbye."

After hanging up the phone, Fujiwara Yuki raised his eyebrows and looked at Shimizu Sakiren, with a flirtatious voice, "How is your wife? I'm doing well~"

"Thank you, Yuki."

Shimizu Sakiren let out a long sigh of relief. With the intervention of the Patrol Agency, at least she can feel a little more at ease. The efficiency of the Patrol Agency must be much higher than that of herself alone.

"Is there no reward?"

Fujiwara Yuki blinked, and then cast his fiery eyes on Shimizu Sakiren.

"award?"

Fujiwara Yuki nodded, "Yes~ There should be rewards and punishments, right? Madam, what should you do now?"

Those beautiful eyes, like a fox demon, showed anticipation, longing, and aggressive desire to occupy everything at this moment.

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IF Line: Chapter 206 [IF Line] Shimizu Sakiko's Counterattack 3

The reason why the Fujiwara family, once dominated by the government and the opposition, is still prosperous after thousands of years of wind and rain is because of the emphasis on the education of offspring.

Under the guidance of his father and grandfather, Fujiwara Yuki has mastered the skill of roundabout questioning-to clarify his own position and seek answers from the other party.

The advantage of this approach is that you often get unexpected results.

If you don't meet your expectations, you can also nibble step by step according to the other party's expectations and break the bottom line.

Shimizu Sakiren's calm expression just now became tense instantly, his brows were furrowed, and his eyes were a little flustered.

In order to avoid the scorching expectant eyes, Shimizu Sakiren tilted his head slightly, and the sukiyaki in the pot was still steaming with aroma.

"Youxi, otherwise...let's eat first..."

"Mrs?"

Fujiwara Yuki tilted his head, his face was full of bad thoughts, and he approached him step by step, "Is this all your reward? I'm so disappointed."

After she finished speaking, she sighed in dissatisfaction, and put her hands directly on the edge of the cabinet, enclosing Shimizu Misaki like a narrow cage, and the elegant and fragrant perfume lingered faintly, making people feel distracted.

Fox, Ms. Fujiwara must be a woman transformed from a fox demon!

As for what Ms. Fujiwara wanted...it was already obvious.

What can I give Miss Fujiwara in return?

like?impossible.

After thinking about it, there is only the appearance that Ms. Fujiwara covets in front of her.

That's right, Shimizu Sakiren never believed that Fujiwara Yuki would like herself.

But Shimizu Sakiren was not so thick-skinned as to throw herself directly into her arms.

Shimizu Sakiren had no choice but to clenched her teeth, closed her eyes, and kissed her very quickly as if death was at home.

"Boom."

The soft lips leave a warm moistness on the cheeks.

The thick eyelashes opened her beautiful eyes with a slight trembling, Shimizu Sakiren was struggling in her heart, like a timid rabbit, she asked a little embarrassedly:

"Yuki, is this okay?"

A gorgeous smile spread across her face, Fujiwara Yuki's eyebrows and eyes were curved, she nodded with great satisfaction, "It seems to be a surprise."

"But..." Fujiwara Yuki changed the subject, she let go of the arms that bound Shimizu Sakiren, and spread out, "But what I want is a hug."

just hugs eh?I thought Ms. Fujiwara would make even more excessive demands.

Shimizu Sakiren let out a slight sigh of relief as her tense back finally relaxed.

Hugs are nothing. In the class I lead, there is a little girl who lacks love, Nakano Hoshina, who often sneaks over to ask for a hug.

Compared with kissing and other behaviors, hugging is more like an act of mutual encouragement and support between people and an expression of kindness.

"Hugs, that's fine."

So Shimizu Sakiren didn't have any burden, she just glanced at Fujiwara Yuki who was full of expectations, and then leaned forward.

The slender hands passed through Fujiwara Yuki's armpits like a gentle wind, Fujiwara Yuki took the initiative to bury him in the other's neck, the body temperature that did not belong to him with a faint fragrance was silently and invisibly intoxicating.

I really like the warmth of hugging each other.

The hug lasted for a long time in silence like this, no one spoke, only shallow, flat breathing.

Shimizu Sakiren tried to let go of her and asked, "Yuki, is this enough?"

Fujiwara Yuki let out a pleasant "um" from his nasal cavity, a little unfinished, but decided to eat first, "Let's eat first."

Embracing and separating, Fujiwara Yuki's cheeks were a little reddish, his golden pupils softened like a cat intoxicated by Mutian Polygonum, and the swaying spring water had layers of joyful ripples.

Shimizu Sakiko looked at her, Miss Fujiwara should be in a good mood, probably.

At [-] o'clock in the evening, it was dinner time for Wanjia in the world. Shimizu Sakiren put creamy mushroom soup, sukiyaki and various fresh ingredients on the table.

After Fujiwara Yuki opened the chair, he sat quietly on the dining table, eating gracefully with spoons and chopsticks, his eyes lowered on the dining table as if he was thinking about something, and he didn't say a word during the whole process.

Shimizu Sakiren seldom eats with Amami Saori, mainly because Amami Saori gets off work too late.

In order to maintain a good life schedule, Amami Saori asked Shimizu Sakiren to eat on time and on schedule, while she settled herself in the hospital cafeteria.

Therefore, Shimizu Sakiren can eat as much as he wants without any scruples.

But even in the cold and speechless atmosphere, Shimizu Sakiren felt a little uncomfortable. She didn't know what to say, and she didn't know Miss Fujiwara well.

She looked at Fujiwara Yuki who was sitting obliquely, but Fujiwara Yuki didn't look at her, just chewed quietly.

Ms. Fujiwara, who is non-aggressive and plain, is a bit uncomfortable.

Shimizu Sakiren breathed a sigh of relief, but it couldn't be better to live in peace.

The night is gradually falling, the sky is covered by dark blue, the sound of horns and noises from vehicles on the side of the road can be heard faintly, and the lights and fireflies of the urban forest outside the window are lit up little by little.

In the soundless silence, the dinner ended without ups and downs.

Shimizu Sakiren believes that cooking has a beginning and an end, and washing dishes is the end of a dinner.

She stood up and bowed, ready to clean up the dishes on the table, but a beautiful, knuckle hand grabbed her wrist.

"Ma'am, let me do these."

Shimizu Saki was puzzled, she lowered her head to meet Fujiwara Yuki's eyes, "Really...?"

"Really, cooking and washing dishes together is like a real married life, isn't it?"

Hearing about life after marriage, Shimizu Sakiren's eyes shrank like needles suddenly, and he took a step back slightly.

"What's the matter? Ma'am, are you not ready yet?"

Fujiwara Yuki smiled softly and let go, and began to quickly pick up the dishes on the table.

When she was in the Fujiwara mansion, these things were usually done by servants, but now she wants to experience the life of ordinary people.

"It's already this kind of relationship. If you still feel embarrassed at this time, don't you think it's hypocritical?"

Shimizu Sakiren said nothing, she pursed her lips and began to clean up the dishes on the table with Fujiwara Yuki.

The bottom line, in fact, was broken as early as the very beginning, and the hard work until now is just to give myself a psychological comfort.

Shimizu Sakiren sighed for a long time, she stacked the bowls and chopsticks together, and asked puzzledly: "Miss Fujiwara, what do you like about me?"

"What do you like?"

Fujiwara Yuki raised his eyebrows in surprise, "Madam, do you have any misunderstandings about yourself?"

After speaking, he took away the stacked plates from Shimizu Saki Koi's hand, and put them in the kitchen sink.

"Huh?" Shimizu Sakiren was a little confused.

Fujiwara Yuki turned around and muttered plausibly, "Madam, your charm is unmatched by anyone in the world~"

Shimizu Sakiren watched Fujiwara Yuki's enthusiastic expression, and unconsciously complained, "It's too old-fashioned..."

Saori also likes to use such old-fashioned and outdated love words. She has used princess knights since she was a child, and Shimizu Sakiren is immune to this kind of words.

It is no coincidence that Yuxi and Saori became good friends in high school.

"Then shall I put it another way?"

As if being provoked, Fujiwara Yuki suddenly became interested, and she approached Shimizu Sakiren step by step,

"I like your stubbornness, I like your hug, I like the way you still don't give in even though you are suffering, I like the way you struggled and shy when you just kissed me."

In the end, she leaned closer to Shimizu Sakiren's ear, and said in a low and ambiguous voice, "Of course I like to see you with tears in your eyes and flushed face. Anyway, I like everything."

"..."

Such words can no longer affect Shimizu Sakiren's mentality, her heart is as calm as the calm ancient well.

Shimizu Sakiren tried to express her sharp point of view in a soft tone,

"Although it's not very polite, but Yuxi... what you said is outdated, and young people don't take this kind of thing anymore."

The current atmosphere is not bad, light, like honey lemonade to Fujiwara Yuki, with a unique flavor.

The corners of her eyes drooped, the corners of her mouth twitched, and she pretended to be disappointed and said "Ah", "This is my truth."

At the same time, Fujiwara Yuki was getting closer and closer, and Shimizu Sakiren had no room to dodge in the narrow kitchen aisle. If he didn't stop him, he would be hanging on his body like a sloth in the next second.

Shimizu Sakiren saw through Fujiwara Yuki's disguise at a glance, and she stretched out her palm to touch Fujiwara Yuki's shoulder.

So, Shimizu Sakiren coughed seriously, and with the authority of the teacher's stern face on weekdays, "Youxi, the distance is too close now, if it is blocked like this, it will be difficult to wash the dishes."

Fujiwara Yuki is a cheeky guy, she smiled and waved her palm in front of Shimizu Sakiren, "Ma'am, are you embarrassed now?"

Shimizu Sakirei was expressionless, like a robot without emotional ups and downs, "No."

Fujiwara Yuki's golden pupils were shining like jewels, containing a bright and happy color, she questioned in disbelief: "Really?"

Shimizu Sakiren replied without hesitation for a second, "Really."

Fujiwara Yuki lowered his head pretending to be disappointed, and then stuck to it again like an unbeatable tumbler, "I'm so disappointed~ Then how can I win my wife's favor?"

"Want to hear the truth?"

"Let's talk about it." Fujiwara Yuki curiously and earnestly brought his ears closer.

"After washing the dishes, let's go home."

"Bad woman!"

Fujiwara Yuki pretended to be angry, as if irritated, pinched Shimizu Sakiren's cheek, pulled her index finger and thumb outward, and rubbed her delicate face in a funny look.

Shimizu Saki Koi blinked, her eyelashes fluttered, her body stood still, letting the naive person touch her face.

Fujiwara Yuki saw that Shimizu Sakiren didn't have any resistance and was dull, so she let go of her claws and took two steps back to the edge of the sink. She changed the subject abruptly while washing the dishes,

"Ah... boring, let's wash the dishes first and then eat the cake, ma'am."

The faucet was turned on, and clean water flowed out of the faucet. Fujiwara Yuki squeezed out the dish soap and began to wash the dishes with a rag.

Shimizu Sakiko glanced at Fujiwara Yuki who was doing the dishes seriously.

Her long hair hangs down, and her pretty side face is under the light and shadow of the incandescent lamp, with clear light and dark, and her expressionless demeanor is as cold as frost, and she has a sense of calmness that can be considered to control the overall situation.

However, Ms. Fujiwara is very different today... so naive, almost like a high school girl.

Or is that what her nature actually is?

Fujiwara Yuki glanced away, noticed Shimizu Sakiren's scrutinizing gaze, and smiled slightly at the corner of his lips.

At this moment, Shimizu Sakikoi seemed to have a guilty conscience, picked up a plate and cleaned it as if nothing had happened.

The camouflage is blunt.

"City of stars, Are you shining just for me..."