Our water lord is sweating again.

What's the story in HoLongillILoveYou? How did you come up with the idea? Of course, that's what I thought of after reading the fanfiction written by the eldest lady.。

But Mizumi Hayato knows that if he tells the truth about the real reason, the "big boss" Kyoko Fukada, who he tried so hard to defeat, will enter the "second stage".

Do you want to tell the story of "Time and Space Traveler" to Kyoko Fukada here?

So what should I do if the future eldest lady's fandom is really made into a movie?

Although the eldest lady's fanfiction is actually very different from "Time and Space Traveler", it is also a work that uses time and space to advance the plot, and it is difficult not to think of it together.

The truth must not be said, and the water falcon thought about it and decided to tell a big lie.

He put on the expression of the Supreme Treasure when he was held by Zixia with a sword around his neck, and looked at Kyoko Fukada affectionately: "You look at the lyrics carefully, what is the story in there, don't you know it yet?"

"Didn't I tell you before that I had a work for you? I hope this song is the theme song for that work." Mizumi Hayato has figured it out, and will ask the assistant to register the copyright of this song early tomorrow morning, since there is no such song in this world, it is his great composer Mizuyato.

Kyoko Fukada, who had already guessed, immediately believed his words after getting Mizumi Hayato's straightforward hint, and kissed him emotionally.

"Hmm." Mizumi Hayato's hand was naturally on Kyoko Fukada's plump waist, and the tip of her nose came from the faint aroma of beer mixed with the aroma on her body, which was confusing.

The big boss is over, then it's time to harvest the loot.

On this night, Kyoko Fukada experienced emotions such as sadness, anger, surprise, touching, and deep love, and her mood was like sitting on a jumping machine, plummeting and soaring into the sky.

Kyoko Fukada, who has experienced great ups and downs, is crazier than ever.

In the past, the physical work of tearing clothes was done by Mizumi Hayato, but today Kyoko Fukada took the initiative to take it, and when Mizuto Hayato said that she didn't want her to be too tired and was about to get up, she pushed him the sofa, and as long as he remembered, he was pressed down.

This actually made the water hayato feel forced.

Well, everyone is a professional actor, and it's normal for them to have their own pursuits for the role, since Kyoko Fukada wants to play Guanyin tonight, then let her go.

...

The next morning, the water falcon dragged his aching body to get up, reached out and touched his back, tried to turn back, and could see a lot of red nail scratches, came to the mirror to look, fortunately there were not many problems on his face, that is, today's shirt had to be buttoned to the top button again.

Of course, he looks miserable after the battle, but look at the defeated CG of the big boss.

Kyoko Fukada was lying on her side, her eyes were closed, her breathing was not too steady, her hair was still wet, clinging to her fair and ruddy cheeks, and down was the same white and red fragrant shoulders, but unfortunately more of the content was hidden in the quilt, only half of the jade calves and pink jade feet were exposed outside the quilt.

Her skin seemed to glow with a pink color as a whole, and the jade feet exposed in the air seemed to be trembling slightly, which was probably the sequelae of excessive exercise.

Mizumi Hayato came to her side, bent down and whispered in her ear, "Kyoko, I'm going to work."

At this time, Kyoko Fukada was extremely sensitive, and the breath he exhaled in her ear alone made her tremble, and then she couldn't open her eyes in a daze, and spit out a few words like begging for mercy: "No, don't... It's..."

"Good, good." The water falcon was happy and soothed, "Then you have a good rest, I'll go first~"

"Hmm..." Kyoko Fukada didn't know if she heard what he said clearly, so she could be considered a response.

Seeing her like this, Mizumi Hayato couldn't help but bow his head and kiss her lightly on the face, and turned to leave.

...

"Yes, yes, it's a song that just sent you, you go and register first. yes, I wrote it, otherwise you can search the Internet to see if there is this song. Uh-huh, ***. Oh, don't talk like that..."

Mizumi Hayato made a phone call, explaining the very important things of the little assistant on the other side.

Fujiwara Nao sat in a chair, crossed his hands to his chest and watched his phone call coldly, and said, "Do you have to call me in my office to explain this?"

"I'm not writing a good song, I'm in a hurry." Mizumi Hayato casually pulled it.

"If you're really in a hurry, you'll be able to explain this matter on the way to Hashimoto's pick-up." Fujiwara Nao didn't believe his nonsense at all.

"Ahem, ahem." Mizumi Hayato was a little embarrassed.

Do I have to tell you the truth about the fact that I was busy flirting with the assistant on the way here?

"You see you're doing this too much, did you make Hashimoto angry again?" Fujiwara Nao took Mizumi Hayato's last words as that Nana Hashimoto didn't dislike him, and he didn't explain his work in time.

"You can be reliable, don't make her come to me all day long to complain."

"What did she complain about me?"

The water falcon looked up suddenly.

Wow, this little assistant is still a two-and-five-boy boy, if he has a brother, he must have a sister?

"Complain that you're in charge all day long." Fujiwara Nao said, "I know you want to train her, but when it's time for you to make up your mind, give her a word."

"Oh, that's it." The water falcon waved his hand, not for the rest of the matter.

He thought she had complained about workplace harassment.

"By the way, what song did you write? Let me see." Fujiwara Nao has been curious for a long time, she thinks that Mizumi Hayato specially came to call in front of her, and there must be a desire to show off, so let's give him a chance to show off.

Mizumi Falcon's expression froze on his face, he had come here to call just to divert the attention of the eldest lady and ask her not to find the marks on the bottom of his neck.

Now that I think about it, if I write a new song, the eldest lady will definitely ask about it? It seems that the fierce battle for one night still has some effect on his brain, not to mention anything else, and now when he closes his eyes, he still thinks of Kyoko Fukada's snow-white round...

"Hey, hey, what are you thinking?" Fujiwara Nao's hand waved in front of his eyes.

"Oh, I think I wrote a song."

"Okay, then sing it to me."

"Okay." Mizumi Hayato didn't hesitate too much.

You can't escape it, and when the eldest lady asks why this song was written, it's better to lie again.

Mizumi Hayato has a strong sense of musicality, and tapping his fingers on the table to the rhythm is enough to accompany him to finish the song.

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