The Angel Next Door Spoils Me Rotten - 222 222 Parents to each other

“… you’ve got me worried”

I see the tree and a thousand years have gone away, and Dae Fai, who watched this one from afar, comes near me with a bitter smile.

Even as Zhou, I couldn’t resist and I’m sorry, but there’s no way I’m going to stick my neck deep into their problem with the boulder, so I dropped him off like that.

Shibako seems to have noticed the approaching Dahui and comes by with midday.

“Ah. Father of the tree just now”

“This is it. My son is taking care of you.”

“No, this is me…”

What an awkwardness to look at my parents and Dahui, who have named each other from the common humble marks.

“… uh, that, Mr. Dae Fai. Just now.”

“That’s what I knew. I’m gonna hit her hard too, so I can’t help but try to keep the tree away.”

To Dahui, who accepts it pale as he gave up rather than grieve, Shudo and Shibako are also slightly worried about lowering their brow butts because they were saddened that Dahui was not comfortable with her (a thousand years old) in a tree where she is their son. I think I remembered that again because I said a couple of my friends were having trouble being recognized by their parents in a public discourse a while ago.

Dae Fai didn’t look like he was paying attention to how his parents were doing, and after throwing his gaze diagonally up to recall the sight he had just had, he laughed small.

“But Mr. Vertebra is very close to your parents, Fujimiya. I’m surprised to see that.”

“Thank you.”

“That’s my future daughter. She doesn’t have to be, so you want to be cute.”

I have the personality of Shibako and Shudo, and I naturally thought that I would get along with someone who would be my daughter in the future because I am approved by my parents at midday, but I refrained from speaking to him because it sounds like an affidavit… Shibako didn’t seem to care, and I would say it with dignity.

Probably on purpose, I thought, but he has an idea. There is no way to stop Shudo either.

No evil whatsoever, to Shifuko, who said she liked midday purely, the midday lit up, and Dahui smiled bitterly late, although she opened her eyes like she had faced.

“Well, she wouldn’t be unhappy with you two.”

“Right. My son chose someone. There’s no doubt in my eyes, and I thought we could look at Midday and leave Zhou to her.”

I was subtly dissatisfied with what was thought of as the side to be entrusted to me, but I can’t complain because I’m actually being burned to take care of.

“As much as you’re jealous. Because that’s not what happens when you’re a fool.”

“You don’t trust your son.”

“Because foolishness is not someone you could have done like your son. It’s a chick, not yet.”

“Oh, I don’t think so, do you? From what I hear from Zhou, I think he’s a very caring and kind child.”

“It’s…”

Shibako smiles quietly at Dahui, who says so.

Do you have something to feel as the same parent, I don’t usually pursue it that far, but I’m not reluctant this time around.

I saw a tree fleeing her from her parents, which would be a major reason for this behavior.

“As a parent, I know you have something to think of who you chose…… because boys are quick to bud their independence, and when they repress you too much, they rebel. I grew up with a nice kid in the corner, and I think it’s an adult role to trust his eyes and watch him.”

Shifuko, who told him so and nearly smiled at Dahui, looks as sinister as Dahui, who was smiled at, chewed up the bitter worm.

It looked more like something that came up because they poked me where the pain was rather than something that came from disgust.

I look at Shikoko, who doesn’t try to move her mouth any further, and she smiles with a shudder and a pale bitterness.

“Well, it’s not something we know earlier that looks great… if you’re clearly trying to go the wrong way, you won’t accept it if you hold back a child who tries to go the wrong way.”

Zhou cheeked and sighed softly at Shu Dou, who smiled and watched Dahui just as tightly as Shibako did.

Not really, I don’t think I should speak out from Zhou. However, I understand how badly Dae-Fai is stubborn, and I know that what we saw from our parents and what we saw from ourselves looks different.

If Dae-Fai knows that a thousand years old is not a bad person, the rest is the difference between recognition and demand.

“Let me tell you one thing from me, Mr. Dae-Fai. Um, Dae-Fai… I don’t think he likes the fact that he’s a thousand years old… but he’s never a loser. Recently, I’ve been worried and trying to get Dae-Fai to admit it. Nothing, I don’t want you to accept… but take a good look at him from the front.”

Dahui’s tolerable line is just high, and he’s not a person who can’t do that much with a thousand years himself. It’s not that I’m extremely retarded, and at the heart of it, I’m a person who can read the air. I can also care for you.

I don’t want you to deny everything because if you dare, your ideals are just different.

Dahui, who glanced lightly at Zhou’s hesitant words, looked out of sight as the bulk seemed bad.

“… I want to be good. I just want you to show me some more hard work, that’s all. If you want to carry our name, you have to have the right amount of equipment.”

“Well, I’ll tell you what.”

In some cases, he snuggled his shoulders at words with meaning, compromising, and spilled a soothing exhale at the small step forward.