Zongman: Starting from punching in to get Little Doraemon

“Give me back the shoes!”

Miwako Sato looked at the high heels hanging from his fingertips and shouted with some embarrassment.

Let you go, but I didn’t let you take off my shoes for me!

Feeling the coolness coming from her little feet, her pink toes wrapped in black pantyhose were tightly shrunk together, and there was no gap between them.

Damn it!

The more she thought about it, the more angry she became, Miwako Sato half-narrowed her eyes, stretched out her little foot and kicked it gently.

“Wait – I’ll dress you!”

Sensing where she kicked over, Kitahara quickly grabbed her toes and put the black high heels in her hand on her.

After feeling the coolness dissipate, Miwako Sato snorted proudly, and then slowly withdrew her ~ feet.

It would be good to be obedient like this earlier, and she had to use some special means.

Thinking so, she picked up the black tea placed next to the table, and Sakura’s lips opened slightly.

The rich tea aroma made Miwako Sato raise a smile at the corner of her mouth.

I have to say that the taste of the black tea brewed by Kitahara is the best she has ever drunk.

No wonder when Yumi is fine, she runs to the search lesson to find Kitahara for tea.

However – Yumi has not been to the search class in recent days.

Miwako Sato couldn’t help but think in her heart.

“It’s half an hour before the end of work!”

On the opposite side, Kitahara glanced up at the clock hanging on the wall, and yawned a little boredly.

“Can senior, let me touch it again?”

“Don’t!”

Miwako Sato cocked her long black silk legs, swayed gently, and refused without hesitation.

If I continue, I’m afraid I’ll have to go to Yumi again tomorrow to ask for leave.

“Don’t answer so decisively,” Kitahara said sadly, propped his cheek.

“That… I don’t want? ”

Miwako Sato hesitated slightly, and then Sakura said with her lips slightly open.

So let’s say no.

Kitahara slowly breathed a sigh of relief, and a pair of brown eyes looked out the window.

His current location is in the corner of Miwako, so the scenery outside the window is different from what you usually see.

“It’s going to rain outside.”

Miwako Sato took a sip of steaming black tea and said softly.

The weather, which had been gloomy in the morning, became darker at this time, with thick clouds shrouding the sun and the howling wind passing by the window.

“The weather hasn’t been good in recent days.”

Kitahara remembered the heavy rain over the weekend and nodded in response.

If it weren’t for that rain, his relationship with Xiaolan would not have eased.

Speaking of which, which amusement park is better to go to with Xiaolan this Saturday?

Kitahara looked out the window quietly, and began to think in his heart.

And Miwako Sato, who was sitting opposite him, saw his thinking look, and slowly supported his chin, and the corners of his mouth gently raised.

I don’t know what’s going on in my heart.

…………

Six o’clock in the afternoon.

With occasional small talk with Miwako Sato, the time to leave work soon came.

“System, check in to the Metropolitan Police Department today.”

Kitahara stood up and stretched slightly, and then whispered to himself.

[Today’s check-in location: Tokyo Warning Hall; Get rewarded: endless combustible oolong tea]

What kind of stuff?

What the hell is combustible oolong tea?

After seeing today’s punch-in reward, Beiyuan was slightly stunned.

“Looks like I’ve pumped another endless drink…”

He remembered that he seemed to have smoked an endless bottle of coconut milk before, and although it tasted good, he didn’t want to drink it anymore if he drank too much.

After all, who can stand drinking coconut milk every day?

“Check the item details.”

Kitahara looked at Miwako Sato, who was sorting out the documents, and said nonchalantly.

Anyway, he has to wait for Miwako here, and it is better to take this time to see what combustible oolong tea is.

[Endless combustible oolong tea: This oolong tea is made by blending vodka and whiskey in a ratio of 9:1, and will automatically refill the glass after drinking (this item is from the world of “Blue Sea”)]

A blend of vodka and whiskey… Oolong?

Does anyone really drink this stuff…

Beiyuan looked at the details of the props, and the corners of his eyes couldn’t help but tug.

How come all the things that have been pumped in recent days are useless.

Can’t you just give him some good props?

“I’m leaving.”

And at this time, Miwako Sato also packed up the documents and turned sideways to greet him.

“Here it is.”

…………

At the entrance of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department.

After the two walked out of the hall slowly, they walked towards the parking lot together.

White Porsche inside.

“Hmm… Then I’ll go back first, remember to be careful on the road. ”

Miwako Sato pursed her moist lips, poked his cheek with her white and tender fingertips, and said in a very soft voice.

Her breathing was a little rapid, and the heat on the tip of her nose was also on Kitahara’s face.

“Well, you should be careful on the road too.”

Kitahara hugged her back, looked up at those purple jewel-like eyes, and her heartbeat gradually accelerated.

“A little longer, what do you think?”

He reached out and stroked Miwako Sato’s silky short hair on the back of her head, and couldn’t help but propose.

Let’s do it a little longer…

Miwako Sato sat on his legs, wrapped her arms around his neck, looked at him half-bowed, and gently bit her pink cherry lips.

“Then come again, it’s really the last time!”

“This sentence, you seem to have just said-hmm.”

“……”

After a long time, Miwako Sato slowly raised her head and breathed a sigh of relief.

She almost felt like she was starving of oxygen.

“I’m really going to leave this time, and if I don’t go back, my mother will call me.”

Miwako Sato buried her head in his neck and whispered in his ear.

After speaking, he also bit lightly.

“…… See you tomorrow morning then, Miwako. ”

Kitahara sniffed the smell of her short hair and said softly.

“Hmm~”

Miwako Sato reached out and opened the door, quickly got down from the driver’s seat, and a pair of purple eyes looked around slightly.

When she found that there was no one around, she quietly sighed with relief.

“Goodbye, Kitahara.” (Read violent novels, just go to Feilu Fiction Network!) ）

Miwako Sato waved her hand at the window of the main driver’s car, and then walked happily to her red Mazda.

Looking at the figure in the distance, Kitahara touched his earrings with his hand.

Some wet…

Miwako really licked it.

So… It’s time to go home too.

Kitahara glanced at the current time and raised his eyebrows lightly to think.

It was already 6:32 p.m., which meant that the two had to stay together for at least half an hour.

Go to the convenience store first to buy some ingredients, then go home… Wait a minute?

Kitahara Yun’s eyes were slightly startled as he swept towards the parking lot not far away.

Since it is now 30 minutes before the end of work, most of the cars have already left, and only a few are still parked here.

Not far from him was a white traffic police car, which looked very familiar.

That seems to be made of beauty, right?

Kitahara thought about it carefully, and the license plate number was indeed quite similar.

“It’s already so late, hasn’t she left yet?”

Talking to himself in confusion, Kitahara pushed the car door and walked down, towards the white traffic police car not far away.

I finally ran into it, so naturally I had to go over and say hello.

After all, the relationship between the two of them is not clear.

Approaching the police car, Kitahara also saw the familiar figure in the position of the main driver.

I saw Yumi Miyamoto leaning on the soft car chair, one arm covering her eyes, and the other hand hanging weakly by her side.

What is she doing?

Kitahara thought with some doubt.

How to look listless, as if you have been bullied by something.

Thinking so, he walked to the co-pilot’s position and reached out and pulled the handle of the door.

Then, it turned on.

This woman didn’t even lock the car door.

Kitahara couldn’t help but shake his head, and then sat directly in.

As the car door was opened, Miyamoto Yumi also noticed the movement around her, she raised her arm, and a pair of eyes with dark circles looked blankly at the man next to her.

She tilted her head, and a pair of sleepy eyes couldn’t help but blink.

What’s the situation?

Why did Kitahara this guy appear in his own car …

I’m not dreaming, am I?

“…… Kitahara? ”

Yumi Miyamoto, who was a little confused, called out to him softly.

Her voice sounded soft, which made Kitahara stunned for a moment.

“I’m here, and Yumi… Are you sick? ”

Kitahara responded softly, and then reached out and touched her smooth forehead.

I don’t have a fever either.

“……”

And feeling the temperature coming from her forehead, Yumi Miyamoto also gradually opened her eyes, and a trace of sobriety flashed in her dark brown eyes.

No… It’s not a dream!

“Why are you guys in my car!”

After reacting, Yumi Miyamoto slapped his hand off in dissatisfaction and questioned loudly.

“I was so worried about you just now.” Kitahara looked at the back of his reddened hand and sighed softly. “I still like the gentle look you had just now…”

“Less come, how can I be so gentle with you!”

Yumi Miyamoto retorted with half-squinted eyes.

Who she is gentle with, and she can’t be gentle with this scumbag!

“Also, when exactly did you come in?”

“Just two minutes ago, your car door was unlocked – so I came in.” Kitahara shrugged and said, “And you were just sleeping, right? ”

Really, he thought Yumi Miyamoto was sick.

“I didn’t sleep!”

Yumi Miyamoto hugged her chest with both hands and looked at him fiercely.

It’s just that with dark circles under the corners of the eyes… There is no deterrent at all.

If only there was a cute feeling.

“The saliva came out, and it said you didn’t sleep.”

Kitahara leaned into the co-pilot’s position, stretched out his finger and pointed at the corner of her mouth, and said with a chuckle.

“Hmm-”

Yumi Miyamoto hurriedly wiped it with the back of her hand, however… Nothing.

The saliva and everything lied to her.

“Kitahara Shun!”

She shouted in annoyance, and a pair of hands tightly tugged at his collar and shook.

“Okay, don’t be so angry.” Beiyuan Xun was dangling by her, and did not care too much, but took out a bottle of oolong tea from the pocket of the fourth dimension, “I’ve slept for so long, I’m thirsty.” ”

“Would you like a cup of combustible oolong tea?”

Kitahara asked with a smile.