The next day, standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling glass viewing window in the living room, Takeshita Grass Mustard held a milk cup in his right hand and drank a sip of milk from time to time. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 Info With a pair of eyes looking at the city of Osaka, of course, he knew that the total population of Osaka was about 2.67 million, making it the third most populous city in Tokyo and Yokohama. Although it has a small population, it has the second largest GDP in Asia, the sixth largest in the world after Tokyo, and is also known for its unique culture.

"Good morning, Dad." Miyuki Kitagawa, who was dressed in a robe and pajamas and yawned, walked over with her hands rubbing her left and right eyes.

Takeshita Kusaoke, who didn't need to live in the hotel, naturally stayed in the eldest daughter's 220-square-meter house. Looking back at Miyuki, he replied with a smile, "Good morning." After finishing speaking, my attention once again fell on the scenery outside the window. It had been years since he had stood on a high ground like he was now, and he had been able to see the whole city.

Since the birth of her youngest son, to be precise, it was when Kako Kitagawa was diagnosed at Sakai Private Hospital that she was pregnant with a son, not a daughter, and began to buy land for a self-built house. For this reason, Takeshita Kusaoke, who did not stop her, not only fully agreed, but also entrusted it with carte blanche to handle it, after all, he was unwilling to take any more time and energy to come out. For him, no matter how big it is, it is no bigger than writing and reading books by himself.

What's more, such matters, Kitagawa Kako is completely able to deal with it. If there's something she doesn't understand, she'll ask Sakai Chie. And even if Sakai Chie doesn't give her advice personally, she will send professionals to serve as advisors to her. At that time, he and his youngest daughter Mina fortunately did not get involved. Otherwise, the house will be even more chaotic. Kako Kitagawa and Miyu Kitagawa are arguing over the style of construction of the house. For this reason, the mother and daughter are still angry.

"Dad, don't move." Standing behind him, Kitagawa Miyuki brushed away his layers of hair with his left hand, and with two fingers of his right hand, he found the white hair he saw, and pulled it out and said, "White hair." ”

Takeshita Grass Mustard, who clearly felt a little pain in her head, slowly turned sideways to look at the white hair in her hand, and said calmly: "You have grown up." Will I still not be old? ”

"You don't look like a man over forty-five at all, but still like you're about thirty." Kitagawa Miyuki, who is not filming her father's sycophancy, smiled matter-of-factly.

"It's hard for me to shoot this sycophant, but I should shoot your mother. Now, she is nagging in my ear from time to time, that she has wrinkles here and loose skin there. I'm a few years younger than me, why does it look like I'm in love with my sister and brother? As a result, your mother spent a lot of time and energy on beauty for her face and body. One day, I couldn't stand her nagging, so I said that I should go straight to plastic surgery. She was so angry that she chattered to me all day, saying that I hated her for being old and so on. Although he is a middle-aged man who has entered the age of forty-five, all aspects of his body's functions are still the same as when he was young. With a smile on his face without a hint of wrinkles, he told jokes about his past incidents.

Miyuki Kitagawa, who was smiling, said bluntly: "Dad, you should actually understand my mother's mood a little, after all, she is a middle-aged woman, and she is no longer a young woman at that time." She also had menopause. As a woman, I sympathize with her. Mom is just afraid that you will no longer love her and dislike her, so you will have a new love outside. Besides, what are you not good to say? I have to say that my mother is old. also let her go for plastic surgery, it's strange that she doesn't get angry. If it were me, I would still have to make trouble with you. ”

"Who told your mom to babble endlessly? I couldn't stand her anymore, so I fought back. Miyuki! Your father and I, first and foremost, are the victims. Takeshita Kusaoke, who suddenly became crying and laughing, felt the psychology of her daughter gradually growing up and slowly maturing, and was no longer the naïve way when she was a child.

"Dad, if you are old and ugly, it will make my mother completely relieved. But you look a little bit like a forty-five-year-old man? What's more, you want to have the ability to do things, you want money, you want to be famous, you can say what you want, and you are completely the template for the most successful man. It's normal for a beautiful young girl to fall in love with you. The left palm was gently patted on his right shoulder, Miyuki Kitagawa said, with a serious look.

"I'll buy a bottle of sulfuric acid and splash it in my face when I go out shopping with you for a while, okay? In this way, your mom will be able to fully regain her self-confidence. Anyway, she is a, and her charm is still there. After I was disfigured, I became an ugly monster, even if it was a cow dung with flowers. Takeshita Kusaoke, who knew that what she said was the truth, had long passed the superficial age of only looking at women's faces.

"You have to do what you say! You can't win souls, but you're a puppy! If you can't do it then, I'll personally pour sulfuric acid on your face. Of course, you can also use a knife to scratch your face. Miyuki Kitagawa, who was laughing with him, let out a "giggle" laugh like a silver bell, and held the air knife in her right hand and shook her wrist in mid-air and waved.

"I raised you so big that I raised a white-eyed wolf. You can't do anything for me, and you can't do that to me, right? Takeshita Kusaoke, who shook his head from side to side, continued to joke with his daughter.

"Throwing sulfuric acid on your face, did you say it yourself? As a writer of the National University and a winner of the Nobel Prize in Literature, how can you go back on your word and speak not count? Miyuki Kitagawa, who continued to laugh out loud, drooped her head to show a crayon Xiaoxin.

"I don't talk to you. Let's go wash up, have breakfast, and then we're ready to go out. It's not easy for me to come to Osaka, and you have to give your dad a good company. Knowing that if she continued like this, she would never be able to finish it, first drank all the remaining milk in the cup as soon as she raised her head, and then handed the empty cup to Miyuki's hand. (To be continued.) )