The Angel Next Door Spoils Me Rotten - 223 223 What you have and what you don't have

“… Zhou-kun, you’re usually not mad at Akazawa or Chitoshi, but when you do, you’ll be well sheltered.”

Zhou and Midday, who split with their parents once after lunch and finished dressing in preparation for their afternoon shift, were waiting for their attendance after twenty minutes in the modem.

At midday, which I set for Sinyon today, I laughed small as I followed the white brim with my fingertips that they would wear later.

“… well, we’re friends”

“You’re not being honest.”

“Ugh. You’ll be honest at midday.”

“Honestly or straight balls…… sometimes, it’s thrilling because it’s amazingly draining your liver?

“I’m glad you’re thrilled.”

“Already.”

Peppy, I shrug my shoulder in the middle of the day when I slap it like I had no choice but to be dissatisfied.

“Well, I don’t do anything to shelter trees and millennials where I can see them. Don’t you both worry about it. Besides, I know what Dae-Fai is going to say.”

“What are you trying to say?

“Mmm…. That’s a good house for you. I have to be there by midday. It’s a little mansion.”

I was surprised the first time I went to see him. I had never seen a house that was quite a size away.

He seemed somewhat embarrassed to say, “It’s an old smelly house,” but there would be no shame in it.

“Well, it’s like that kind of family line. He said he had a grown brother, so he’s going to take over the house, but he wants to treat his second son to a decent woman.”

“… I see”

“Well, it’s Tree’s insistence that you like him because he’s really the second son not expected, and Dae Fai’s insistence is that his son get along better,” he said. You don’t know how either feels. ”

If you want to say something personal, the balance is leaning against the tree, but I don’t think Dahui’s claims are all wrong.

The standard is higher than a thousand years of age being bad. Some parts of the general family do not reach the age of a thousand because of the need for family style.

Well, still, it’s not a good idea not to listen to their claims, and I’m not going to take Dahui’s side.

“If you look at it from me, it would be better if you forcibly pulled it apart, and it would be rebellious, so I think it would be better for you to forgive me, both physically and emotionally in the future.”

Well, I guess I can say it because I’m not a party, but to the circumference I clamped my shoulders, stared at the circumference at midday, and then lowered my eyebrows.

“… I’m a little jealous of Akazawa”

“Envious?”

I hear words that I had no expectation of, and my eyes circle with nature.

At midday, with a troubled smile, he preaches, “I may be careless,” and then spins his words gently to confuse him with his exhale.

“I don’t think it’s a hoarding if we look at it from the people in person. Still, your father thinks about Mr. Tree, doesn’t he? I can’t deny that my ideals are embedded there… but it doesn’t change my love from my parents.”

Love from parents, strengthens the body to such an extent that it is not noticed at midday.

“Oh, you don’t have to worry,”

At midday, when he seemed to notice Zhou’s concern and smiled lightly, he curled his curly, flushed transverse hair with his fingers, lowering his eyes softly.

“Nothing, I don’t know what I think of my parents right now, but that’s all there is to being connected as a family, and I’d be jealous if it all came from me. Well, I don’t think I’ll ever take that hand if I reach out now.”

I see it as a split one already, so I add it small and let it whirl around my horizontal hair.

To a distracting trick somewhere, Zhou removed the non-habitual transverse hair from her fingers without pursuing it deeply and gently stroked her white cheek as it was.

My gaze goes up.

I had noticed that my gaze at the perimeter was slightly shaken, but I dared not point it out, and I smiled quietly.

“Well, we have our parents at midday, so you can taste them pseudo-wise. Instead, my parents tell me I don’t have it.”

Midday equals my daughter for the earliest Fujimiya family. Anything is more adorable and cherished than Zhou, my real son. My parents are even more adorable because they also realize that midday is hungry for love.

He tells Zhou not to let go, so I get a little confused.

At midday, when he repeatedly blinks properly at Zhou’s words, he slowly breaks up his rapport as the words were stained.

“… hehe, that’s not true. Zhou-kun is nice.”

“Thank you very much…. they love you, so you don’t have to be so anxious.”

“Yes.”

Zhou smiles slightly, too, at midday when he leans around next door in a small hanging.

(If it’s not that realistic, should I stick around a lot tonight)

We’re staying anyway, so we stick together, and whatever, we sleep together. It becomes an environment that is intimate with nature.

You should tell him you care and like him more there. We can’t afford to get anxious at midday on a regular basis, and Zhou has never gone beyond honestly expressing his feelings.

Without being careful not to storm off, Zhou securely swore to him that he shook his body as if he felt something, but as it was stuck, Zhou also accepted it and snuggled in quietly for a little while.