[Ah, Suzu, can you help me take the child for a while?] ]”

The young lady stepped forward and touched the tip of her nose embarrassedly, her face darkened.

In the stroller pushed in his hand, the child was very well-behaved, chewing a white and round thumb, and was dressed up by his mother in the direction of the little angel, but because of his little fleshy face and a small white quilt wrapped around his body, he was lying in the purple lace stroller like a thick cocoon held by violet petals in the heart of the stamen.

The little baby grinned, pulled a slit in the fleshy face, and smiled silly at Suzumei.

A string of indistinct babbling rolled out of his throat, and his round half of his body twisted left and right.

Good... So cute! (≧≦)

Suzumi carefully stretched out a finger and poked the little baby's fleshy face, and the fingertips seemed to sink into a ball of marshmallows, and then the milk poured up from the middle.

It's soft and slippery.

"[En!] Good! No problem! Ms. White! ]”

This public move chooses to surrender_(:з)∠)_

It's so cute!!!

"Ahem"

The purple-gray boy clenched his fists and coughed lightly, pulling the ends of his hair with just the right curl with one hand.

"[Trace-kun~]"

The young man looked at the blue apricot eyes of Ling Mei who were soaked with joy and longing by the author's golden fingers, and after a moment, he bowed his head slightly, closed his eyes, pressed his temples, and finally nodded in a few invisible arcs after a while.

Ms. White put Ling Mei's hand on the handle of the stroller, and gently patted the back of Ling Mei's hand when she took it off, and when she smiled sideways, she brought up the fine lines at the end of her eyes, full of maternal love: "[Then I'll leave it to you, Suzu, we'll be back around five o'clock in the afternoon.] ]”

Flipping his wrist and looking at his watch, he looked up in a little panic, waved to Ling Mei and Jibu, got into the red car parked on the side of the street, and disappeared from the field of vision of the two.

"[So, huh?] Hanamiya Suzu, you must not expect Uncle Ben to provide you with a little help. Traces glanced at Suzumi who was pushing the stroller in a stupid manner.

"[Hey, hey, I'm not going to ask for help.] ]”

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London's mild summer looks like it's on the seaside, with red buses running along winding roads.

The streets are neither wide nor narrow, and pedestrians are not in a hurry or slow.

Suzumi pushes a stroller with a German book in her hand.

The footsteps of the two were strangely harmonious in the old city.

The small garden of the square was like a silk that fell beside the church, and the two men quietly leaned forward.

Until the streets open up and the blue sky seems to be close at hand, and the spires of the Gothic churches create narrow bridges into the clouds – perhaps the bishop here can really communicate with God.

Stopping by the fountain, the whole picture of the church could just be taken in the eyes, Suzumei raised her hand to block the light, and looked back at Atubo, who was half a step behind her: "[Do you want to go into the church to see?] ]”

Trace's gaze fell on the front, the tall and thin white church next to the small black square of the stocky building, perhaps Charles Barry would have furrowed his delicate brow at this, and the corners of his mouth slipped into an expression of almost contempt at the thought of this, "[Hehe, let's go.] Then he took his hand and motioned for Sister Ling to change directions.

The disdain for mournful Gothic architecture is obvious.

The baby was asleep, and Suzumi steadily pushed the stroller up a few steps and walked side by side with Jibu, "[Jibe-kun, I seem to know London very well.] ]”

In order not to wake up a child who is sensitive in terms of hearing, Suzumi said as softly as possible.

"[Ahh ]”

Traces lowered their heads, also noticed the sleeping toddler, stroked his tear mole, and handed Ling Mei an impatient look on the one hand, and lowered his voice on the other.

"[No wonder Kibe-kun's English is so good~]"

[Hey, it's not that hard to get to this point, as a common communication language in the world.] Well? ]”

【Ding~Get three love values from the target character X20~】

If you force tsundere, you have to follow the hair, ←←

Oh, but Atubo, where do you put my dear little kelp face with your words~_(:З)∠)_

Uncle Jibe's answer made the honey of the bell girl who is a foreigner not good to continue.

So Ling Mei paused for a moment, and cheekily took the initiative to change the topic: "[Sa, obviously there are two days left before the competition between Japan and the United States, is there anything important about suddenly flying to the UK before the game?] ]”

As soon as the words fell, the pleasant expression on the face of the trace department froze for a moment, but after a moment, he regained his calm demeanor, and raised his eyebrows: "[I need to relax occasionally before the game, huh?] Are you doubting Uncle Ben's training style? ]”

The atmosphere is delicate, and there are too many slots in the uncle's words, and Ling Mei doesn't know where to spit it out for a while.

So the two of them were silent again, and the trace department casually flipped through the book in their hands, and turned into a look of 'Uncle Ben is very serious, Huagong Ling, don't disturb if you are sincere'.

"Bang"

"Bang"

"Bang"

Walking along the river, before they knew it, the two of them had strolled to a rather rudimentary tennis court.

A net was pulled up in the middle, but it was worn out quite tightly, and even the white lines of the field had faded to the point where they were almost invisible.

Slightly more professional players naturally disdain to practice here, and now they are just a few naïve children swinging rackets in the court, maybe the kind that has just entered elementary school, and they are still holding children's tennis rackets.

The action is quite decent, and every time he hits the ball, he barely manages to enter the eyes of the uncle.

The tennis courts here are not very good, but the adjoining park is small and chic.

Children's play equipment is readily available, and children with muddy hands and feet lie in the sand pit to continue to roll around.

If you sit on the bench in the middle, you will be faced with a hazy view like an oil painting—part of the mist on the water only paints the unsightly prototype building opposite as a tower of varying heights, and a continuous area is painted as a palace.

The baby rolled over and smacked his lips in the dream, thinking that he had a very delicious dream.

Ling Mei turned the car around, and just after the fat angel was facing her, she squatted down on the bench, "[Jibe-kun, can we take a little rest here?] ]”

Traces glanced at the two cute faces, one large and one small, don't look over, close the book with one hand, and sit on the bench with folded legs very elegantly, which can be regarded as a reply.

【Ding~Get the love value X10~】

[Tsk, Atubo is in embarrassment?? Still not talking? Creak! It's so lonely~〈( ̄) ̄)〈】

【…… You haven't been on the target task three...]

[Ah~ I suddenly felt that such an approachable Atu Boguo was actually very easy to tease~ Hmm~]

【…… Yes! This is what you humans often call kicking your nose and face, right? 】

【……】

Even in summer, the air in London is slightly humid, the two people sitting on the wooden chair enjoy the diffuse sunlight and the sea breeze blowing from time to time, the warmth spreads from the soles of the feet to the limbs, Ling Mei can't help but stretch a big lazy waist, curled up like a cat and squatted on the ground, stretching out her fingers to tease the little baby who is half asleep and half awake.

The index finger of the trace was stuck on the page of the right book, but it was not opened again.

With one hand, he touched his face and stared at the happy bubbling girl through the gap between his five fingers.

The folded legs changed up and down, and he said casually: "[Is it okay if that friend of yours was left at home like that?] ]”

"[It's okay, Chrissy is too tired and needs to rest, the housekeeper will take care of her, not to mention that even if I stay there, it may affect Chrissy's rest.] ]”

That girl wakes up and transforms into a Super Saiyan again, and pushes this public move to the table with two 'snaps', which is not very dangerous

If Atubo dies at home and doesn't leave, maybe it will be even more tragic

Sister Ling's heart is a villain sighing and caressing her chest.

Bah, so flat!

"Click!"

The yellow-green ball bones rolled down the road to the feet of the tracks, and high-fived the uncle's high-end leather shoes......

[I'm so sorry about that!] Can you give us the ball back? Big brother? ]”

The little platinum-haired boy who followed looked at the Trace Sufferer with begging cat eyes, and looked apologetically at the dirty shoes that had been touched by the ball.

"[Tsk, let's let Uncle Ben teach you little devils, how to play tennis, your non-flashy technique will only make you continue to stain Uncle Ben's shoes on the next ball.] ]”

When he stood up and walked towards the little boy, the little boy's small body couldn't help but tremble, and he felt as if there was a will controlling his brain and making him say something extremely shameful.

It's like 'the winner is the trace'.

Bah, no! How do I know this big brother name? Σ(°△°|||) ︴

After a moment of distraction, the little boy picked up the ball (key) with his big brother (three sounds), who looked very powerful, and walked heroically towards his little friend.

"[Trace-kun~Come on~]"

Real men never look back!

So the real man in the real man Uncle Jibu didn't look back and said: "[This kind of thing, do you think Uncle Ben needs your puff, huh?] ]”

【Ding~Get the love value X20~】

[Babble! I'm shy again~Atubohe~Absolutely is a ~Geng straight boy~]