"So heartless? Don't you talk about love at all? The index finger of his right hand pointed at the tabletop, and Katsumi Uehara, who was leaning back, tilted his head to look at Miwako Sato, his eyebrows raised.

The latter, who turned his handcuffs, also looked at him playfully: "Business is one of the guidelines of the police, and I hope you have not forgotten." ”

"Coincidentally, I often break the rules."

Katsumi Uehara shrugged his shoulders undeniably, and his gaze crossed over Miwako Sato and landed on Chiba Kazunobu and Wataru Takagi, seeking approval: "Special treatment in special circumstances, the rules of the police are not dead, right?" ”

“……”

“……”

The two inspection ministers looked left and right, and the colleagues around them were busy with the things at hand as if they didn't see this side at all.

"Takagi, it occurred to me that we still have a eucalyptus that we haven't finished yet, right?"

Chiba and Shen, who were the first to react, turned their heads to look at their partner, and poked his arm with his elbow: "That's it, the one two days ago." ”

"Huh? Yes? ”

Takagi, who hadn't reacted for a while, was still stunned, but after noticing the look he gave him vaguely, he suddenly realized, and nodded hurriedly: "Oh yes, yes, yes, I almost forgot if you didn't say it, just the eucalyptus two days ago, so busy." ”

The fat and thin fairy boy turned around with each other tacitly and left with their shoulders hooked.

Perhaps because of his weak heart, Takagi Wataru once walked with the same hands and feet, but after Chiba and Shin found out, he raised his foot and hit him, and the latter returned to justice.

"It looks like no one agrees with your idea." Miwako Zuoto, who had a full view of this performance, turned her head, put away her handcuffs and raised her eyebrows.

"Hmmm......"

Katsumi Uehara, who rubbed his chin with his right hand, stopped talking for a while: "I'm your boss." ”

"So?"

"Subordinates can't refute their bosses, understand?"

Miwako Zuoto glanced at the man, and while turning her back to clean up the table, the smile between her eyebrows did not decrease in the slightest: "You have Suzuki's luxurious dress, what are you going to do?" ”

"It's too advanced, I'm afraid that ordinary people like me can't control that aura when they wear it."

Not bothering to look at his messy desktop, casually throwing a ballpoint pen from a colleague's desk into the pen holder, Katsumi Uehara stood up from his chair and grabbed the green blazer covering the back of the chair with his right hand: "Also, I think you may need aesthetic guidance from me as a model." ”

"Me? Need your aesthetic guidance? ”

The woman who heard the words seemed to have heard some big joke, turned around in disbelief and pointed at herself, and laughed: "Are you serious? ”

"Putting aside the magazine that bends my waist for five buckets of gold, I think my aesthetic is far beyond the current era."

Katsumi Uehara obviously doesn't quite agree with Miwako Sato's questioning of her own taste.

"Like your sassy pink EVO?"

"That's called magenta."

Miwako Zuoto, who is a veteran drag racing party, came to the interest, and after returning the chair to its place, she walked towards the outside of the office area with her partner with her hands in her pockets: "Can I interview you?" How did you come up with the idea to change your car to pink? ”

"You have to allow people to have their own aesthetics."

Katsumi Uehara, who was pacing into the elevator, turned his head slightly to the woman's side after pressing the elevator button, and his eyes were looking at the gradually closing elevator door, and he looked very serious without squinting: "Then, that's magenta." ”

"Uh-huh."

Miwako Sato, who was smiling and groaning, did not refute again: "Takagi, they were scared away by you before they could say the name of the store, where are you going to rent it?" ”

"Please don't question the connections of a fashion person."

The elevator door on the first floor slowly opened, and the woman who swept the man next to her out of the corner of her eye walked out of the elevator with a smile: "Former part-time model? ”

"I prefer you to call me a champion."

In the Metropolitan Police Department parking lot at sunset, pink EVO and red Mazda drive out one after another, seamlessly blending into the traffic on the street.

After nearly twenty minutes of driving, the two cars stopped in front of a ready-to-wear store called NEO.

“NEO？ Are you serious? I don't think the style of this brand suits me. ”

Influenced by her best friend Yumi Miyamoto, Miwako Sato is not ignorant of some clothing brands. Founded by designer Mr. Furuta, NEO is relatively unique in terms of design style, but the clothes of this brand are not cheap.

On top of that, this shop doesn't offer dress rentals.

"How do you know if you don't try, it's coming."

As if he had guessed what his partner was thinking, Katsumi Uehara smiled before pushing the door: "I used to know the manager of this store, so I can rent it." ”

"You know?"

Miwako Sato was surprised, and as he walked into the store, a waiter immediately greeted him with great eyesight.

"Two-"

"Let's just look at it ourselves, call your store manager and say, there is a person named Katsumi Uehara who came to try on clothes, and the old rules keep accounts." Katsumi Uehara, who is self-cooked, directly said that the new clerk Xiaomei was confused.

Miwako Sato was a little curious: "Have you rented here before?" ”

"I always have to wear a dress when I go to someone else's wedding, but I don't want to buy a set just for a meal, it's not cost-effective."

Led her up to the second floor, Katsumi Uehara pointed to the ladies' evening dress in the left section on the inside, and smiled, "According to my experience, everything over there can be rented." ”

"These ...... Are you sure it's right for me? ”

At a glance, it was a dress that she had only seen in magazines before, and Miwako Sato was obviously a little hesitant.

Isn't it too exaggerated to drag a long skirt like this shoulder-length?

"Why not?"

Katsumi Uehara, who casually fished out a suit in the men's dress area and pulled it in front of him a few times, looked back and pouted in the direction of the mirror.

"The Legend of the Fairy Tree"

Miwako Sato looked along his gaze, and in the wide mirror, she was standing in front of a burgundy evening dress with only one head exposed-

As if wearing this dress, the neat short hair injected a touch of sassy into this bright burgundy color, which complemented Katsumi Uehara who was comparing suits.

"We both look beautiful, don't we?"

Katsumi Uehara, who had changed into a black suit, opened his hands slightly, looked at the woman and himself in the mirror, moved his neck to find a better viewing angle, and twisted his body left and right.

"I'm curious if anyone told you about narcissism." After hesitating, the index finger of his right hand touched the fabric of the burgundy dress. After a touch of release, Miwako Sato, as if nothing had happened, turned her head and asked.

"You're the first."

Katsumi Uehara raised his eyebrows, pointed to the long skirt, and a provocative smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "How about it, the fitting room is on the right." ”

Miwako Sato glanced at the man playfully: "Sounds good." ”

"So, try?"

"I think so."

Card!

The moment the handcuffs were put on his arm, the corner of Katsumi Uehara's mouth stiffened.

"In order to prevent you from doing anything that violates the provisions of the police manual, please sit down and rest for a while."

Miwako Sato's hand took out the key from the man's trouser pocket and shook it in his palm, leaned over and chuckled in his ear, "I'll take the handcuff key first."

"Also, I'll be slower to change my clothes, and it will take longer."

Katsumi Uehara, whose right arm was forced to be tied to the model's arm, sat not far from the door of the fitting room with one hand on his cheeks, and the five fingers of his left hand lit the bulging cheeks back and forth, cocking Erlang's legs and shaking his feet, and his eyes were almost bent into a protractor: "Don't underestimate people, I can take as long as I want, two hours." ”

"Really?"

Pushing open the door of the fitting room, Miwako Sato, who had taken off her brown women's blazer, stopped and turned her head, with a teasing smile on her face: "Then I think you may need to go to the hospital to have a look." ”

“……”