[Miss Xingge: Hey! First of all, it's a guy like a rampant, and it's a parking stop for a celebrity high-imitation car, what kind of topic are you going to make?! 】

When the name of the note to the neighbor diagonally opposite the door suddenly lit up and sent a message, the boy's action of tossing the ingredients was inevitably slightly stuck.

This is not the first time in my memory.

Just like the other party mentioned the ghost snake, the neighbor's eldest sister didn't care about whether the mercenaries in the office could deal with the problem of the rampant clan, let alone who the owner of the car was.

She doesn't even pay much attention to what is going on in her neighborhood, but she has opened a performance hall where there will be guests to communicate and performers to complain.

That's where her 'intelligence' comes from, and that's what she cares about, and the dangerous-looking guys are haunting the neighborhood and making the girls there feel uneasy, and even more so hindering business......

This is a minor issue, and for Omer the complaint is nothing more than an addition to the firm that should theoretically add an 'escape route'.

An emergency escape system that allows for small-scale teleportation, suitable for any mercenary office that has a grudge against someone.

On top of this, it is necessary to install a more discreet way of entering the firm.

The Linton firm didn't need to disguise himself as a member of the urban legend of the rotten street—Omer still thought so at the time, but now, when the neighbors came to 'complain', he didn't want to clarify that 'it wasn't a high imitation, it was Maruzensky's car', he just realized.

It's not bad to have the office diagnoon.

Otherwise, just three of the five racehorse girls sitting in the living room can make the anti-harassment function of the office system fully operational.

Let's get started now...... Thinking like this, little Omer operated the terminal to connect to the office system, and after knocking down the words to reassure the other party, he turned his attention back to the present.

"Did something happen?"

With a plain demeanor, a simple apron, and Aimu Orihime, who was carrying a spoon and stirring the stewed things in the pot, stood next to Omer and couldn't tell whether it was a brother or a mother and son.

It's too natural, this girl's posture in the kitchen is too natural, and it is the same as Bourbon's: compared to the slightly overdeveloped figure of a high school student, she puts on an apron to cook, more like a young mother than a student.

She is the real young wife - if you are Omer, who has been 'polluted' by Bi Ze for a while, maybe she will throw this bad word out.

But it's a pity that there is only one child here who feels that a group of eldest sisters and aunts are torturing themselves.

This hard-pressed child never shouted: "Mom! So in the face of this fallible landscape, he still maintains the dead fish eye that represents reason.

"I was complained by a neighbor, and I dealt with it briefly."

“……”

Listening to a child say this kind of thing, even if he has always been cold and has always been like Ai Ai Orihime, he can't help but be stunned.

"Are you still the Umastar I knew?" She couldn't help but ask.

Whether it is the infantilization of the appearance or the synchronization of the soul is a question that she is also curious about, and it also involves the reaction of the other party...... Ai Mu Orihime subconsciously glanced at the kitchen knife that she had just replaced with a spoon.

On that wide knife face, it reflects the demeanor of Ai Ai in the period, not like her.

When the face suddenly smiled again, she held it up again without a word.

It's really not her.

But when she was struggling with this kind of problem herself, little Omer was even more nervous when she heard this.

He nervously glanced at the dragon girl who was standing aside, her tail was wagging and her wine gourd was round after round, for fear that the other party would hear the name 'Umastar' and go to any search engine to operate.

The seriousness of the matter of opening the box naturally depends on the person, and although there is no practical problem with being ordered, it is difficult to guarantee that it will not become a long-term laughing point.

With the other party's short and dreamy temperament, it's really hard to say whether this thing is 'going to be laughed at for a year'.

But the other party seems to be just hanging there drinking at the moment, and it seems that he is too nervous.

"Yes," he said, turning back reassuringly, and continuing to peel and remove the seeds of the loofah in his hand, "but not much." ”

"I can't deny that I now have the idea of this age from time to time, like the way I responded to my neighbors, and now that I think about it, it was my style in the past."

“… You've had to deal with this kind of problem before? "Ai Mu Orihime has discovered Hua Dian.

"If the guardian is not very reliable, it will inevitably be like this."

He subconsciously glanced at the screen, the electronic adoptive father who was not there on the set of Gurlitt because of the food, after hearing that Omer finally had a girlfriend yesterday, said wildly, and was instructed by the witch beast to seal it in the picture folder of the chat software.

I guess they're still getting lost in it.

The fact that the electronic vampire can't resist the electronic witch can be described as the sorrow of the blood clan (x).

And the father and the rebel son are still at large... Nor is it free, and is in prison in the kitchen.

“… But I heard Karen say that you also instructed her on family issues......"

Even at that time, Orihime remembered that Umastar was so good at handling family relationships, and the family must be very happy......

Now even the parties concerned realize that this is a hell of a joke......

"Not really, my parents aren't dead yet, even though they should be considered dead if they've been missing for so long." Said with filial piety.

This mind-reading speech also reminded Orihime that Umaster had guessed her thoughts through the screen several times, and once asked her father to bring her computer to check it.

And the little boy is still lamenting the gentleness of the law in the Jiemen District, and he has not died in the legal sense after being missing for more than fifteen years.

is so calm, so rebellious, but it makes Ai Mu Orihime a little uncomfortable, and I already realized that the apologies on my lips seem to be a little redundant.

But she still decided to bow her head and apologize, but she was patted on the head by the other party.

"Hands are clean."

Faced with her stunned expression, the boy raised his hand that he didn't know how to clean temporarily, making her smile helplessly.

"That's not the point, is it?"

"Since it can make you laugh, then it deserves to be the point," the boy said, counting the ingredients on the table, and then said, "On the way here, I only saw you and Karen laughing when they pinched my face, and I couldn't figure out what you were asking for with her." ”

It was so embarrassed that she wanted to deny and apologize, but Ai Mu Orihime, who was also silent when she heard the back, just whispered: "...... I don't understand it either. ”

"It can't be the same as Cherenina, right?" Xiao Omer, who began to fumble with potatoes, said lightly, "You also want to say something while I can't judge properly?" ”

“……”

"Like hating me for a long time or something?"

"I didn't think about this possibility when I saw you and Karen appear together," Seeing that she was still silent, little Omer talked eloquently, "Although I am not good at judging my own feelings, I am very neutral in this state when I look at the past, and I think you don't have to be polite if you want to involve the past." ”

"In this state, I am also not afraid of any facts."

“……”

With these words, the wagging tail on the side stopped for a few seconds, and the blue-haired wine Mengzi glanced at the child, and continued to drink her wine.

Then I heard the brown-haired girl suddenly say in a loud voice:

"No!"

"Even in the past, I'm—"

"Hahahahaha! Omer, you kid, you've finally been punished, haven't you!! ”

Hearing his voice before he saw him, the unbridled laughter suddenly interrupted the words, and then the messy black hair that broke through the light screen in the slightly obscure gaze of the little boy, at first glance, I don't know if it was a female ghost or a beast spear player.

It's still the former, after all, the latter is too tearful, and little Omo really wants the other party to be overtaken as soon as possible.

"I thought you were abandoned by Chimei, Sunday Tranquility."

"Wrong! I've been waiting for the perfect time to laugh at you! Now, after Chimei, there is a speedy guy who sent me a letter!! ”

"It's amazing to sell two people in one sentence."

"You can think of it anyway, but you don't have a monster card, and you're such a shameful imp now!"

"You're right, but if I use my divinity to suppress you, a spirit in charge of cutting meat, what will you do?"

Without the tie, the snake pattern of the bracelet still shimmered, giving the female ghost the most intuitive divine oppression.

Sunday Tranquility's whole face changed, and he stared at the child in front of him, who still had a hand.

"But for now, you should apologize for the timing of your appearance."

"Miss Aiori was interrupted because of you, and now you are responsible for taking that passage back for me."