"Miss."

In his sleep, someone is calling to him, and a woman's face looms.

"Miss."

Midong was in the time of snooze, and was suddenly disturbed by the noise, and she was so confused that she refused to open her eyes.

"Miss!"

"Ahh

Meidong opened her eyes suddenly, and was suddenly startled.

A wood-carved and old-fashioned horse face, staring at him in a daze, at most two feet apart, expressionless!

"Hey! I said you ......"

"Miss Mozi, you're in bed."

The sunny girl's boudoir, the warm light spilled in, moistened the warm carpet, reflected on the white walls, and the silver-plated columns of the bed sparkled even more, which was truly beautiful.

Reina Harada, a forty-seven-year-old maid dressed in black and white, leaned over the head of the bed and stared straight at Mito, her two falling eye bags bulging like pus.

Meidong blinked, and suddenly fell asleep: "You...... Huh? Ah, what time is it!? ”

She hurriedly sat up and looked at the alarm clock at the bedside.

"Ah...... Ah, just kidding, eight twenty o'clock!? ”

"Yes, Miss, it's eight twenty o'clock."

Ling Nai bowed forty-five degrees to thirty degrees, her voice was old-fashioned and mechanical, and her yin and yang were frustrated: "At this moment, the old lady Chiyo, as well as your parents, are waiting for your arrival in the restaurant on the first floor, and the head of the dragon collection family is also taking a break in the tea room and reading the news. ”

It turned out to be so late......

In that case, what nonsense to talk about!

Mito clearly remembered the daily routine of the Miyamoto family, and hurriedly got out of bed and prepared to get dressed.

Seeing this, the maid Reina politely withdrew from the door, leaving Mito quickly put on a long dress and quickly cut her long hair in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror.

"Damn, why do you wake up so early? No, no, I slept too late last night, and that cup of coffee shouldn't have been drunk. It's not right, it must be the relationship that the bed is too soft, yes, it's all the moon's fault! ”

It's not really a serious thing to be in bed, and Midong is not really nervous with her hair in a bun, but she has never done such a style after all, and relying on Miyamoto Moko's teaching yesterday, it is really too difficult.

After a while, when she finally finished her hair in a bun and hung down the remaining long hair, the style was indeed a little different from yesterday.

"Forget it, I guess they won't notice anything, and they can make a living."

The long dress that Mi Dong changed into was taken out of the wardrobe before going to bed last night, white and black, of course, the style is much more elegant than Ling Nai-san's maid outfit. It's just a clumsy Barbie doll, she looks at herself in the mirror, and she won't admit it when she is killed, which is actually a typical princess image.

There is no other reason, as long as the anger that penetrates deep into the bone marrow is eliminated, she is like the image of Miyamoto Moko, the rich daughter who doesn't know the suffering of the world.

"Yes, after that woman put on my clothes yesterday, and between me Qingshan Meidong, isn't there more hypocritical weakness, and less domineering of our masters? Humph......"

In the same corridor, when Midon visited for the first time last night, she felt that this place was eerie and terrifying, and the oil paintings on the walls seemed to come to life. But when I walked through it again in the morning, there was a bright light shining through the porch window, and it really felt very different. Meidong traveled all the way, and while she was amazed in her heart, the expression on her face was not wavering.

The room on the right side of the first floor, the huge dining room in the same classical European style, has a long table that can seat at least ten people at the same time. And at this moment, excluding the maid Reina who was standing quietly in the corner, there were three family members sitting at the front of this table.

"Ah, Mozi, you're up yet."

Mother Shizuko got up quickly, nodded to her warmly and cordially, "It's really rare for you to stay in bed, and you really stayed outside for several days, are you a little tired?" ”

Midong stood elegantly at the door of the restaurant, put her hands on her lower abdomen obediently, and bowed slightly: "I'm really sorry, Mother, I couldn't greet you in time." Including my grandmother, too, belated greetings, I really didn't want to go. ”

On the left hand of the long table, a black-haired old woman dressed in a delicate and elegant kimono, with her ancient age and the vitality of the destiny, sat on a mahogany high-backed chair and nodded gently to Mito.

"Some things are inevitable, but as long as you know that you can change your mistakes, it doesn't hurt. So, Moko, because you made the whole family wait for a long time, I will punish you to transcribe 30 haiku poems of Tsusunaga Joan of Arc and hand them over to me tomorrow at breakfast, no problem, right? ”

That's a big problem......

Midong smiled and nodded, "What you taught you is grandmother. ”

After the three women present exchanged pleasantries, a fourth dragged a stool to his feet.

Tomoya Miyamoto is only twenty-five years old this year, at the time of his youth and high spirits, wearing a high-end black suit, black-framed glasses with a scholarly temperament, and his appearance is even more handsome and chic. He didn't care that the noise of his stool caused his grandmother to frown, and he just finished his morning greeting with a smile.

"Moko, good morning."

He bowed his head to Mozi very respectfully and said, "I'm really sorry, I've been busy with work for the past few weeks, and even you and your classmates went on a trip from your mother. Sure enough, the bed at home is more comfortable, and it's really rare for you to have a bed. ”

Mi Dong stood in the doorway, pressed until this moment, finally couldn't bear it anymore, and the muscles in her face became much stiffer.

But she still knows what she needs to do now. The intricate tree diagram of Miyamoto's family tree came to mind, her hands resting gracefully and charmingly on her lower abdomen, her gentle gaze imperceptibly, and the afterglow swept over her mother, Shizuko Miyamoto, and then all focused on the handsome young man.

"Father, you're really joking."

Midong maintained a sweet, gentle smile and ordered her spine to bend down thirty degrees to do its job.

So Miyamoto Moko, your mother is really awesome.

After the complicated nagging greetings ended, Midong could be considered relieved, and she was ready to sit down at Shizuko Miyamoto's lower seat. At the same time, after accepting the daughter's greetings, the young third son-in-law was also able to sit down, and there was another noise when the stool was being dragged up.

"Huh? Mozi? ”

But seeing Midong dragging a stool on her left, Shizuko wondered, "Your seat is next to your grandfather, isn't it always there?" ”

“…… Ha? ”

The rectangular western dining table was still empty in front of the surrounding plates, as was the exalted seat of the first seat on the right hand. Originally, Meidong was still pondering, but now it seems that this position is actually hers?

At this time, before the person arrived, the sound came first, and the footsteps sounded in the next second, and an energetic old man in a kimono strode into the restaurant.

At this moment, the three elders in front of the table all bent down at thirty degrees and collectively bowed deeply to the old man.

Mi Dong did the same, and listened to her mother's voice, shouting crisply and powerfully.

"Good morning, Lord Lord!"