After breakfast, Qingling Meilong sat on the sofa, playing with her mobile phone, her slender long legs scattered on both sides, and her fingers doing beautiful nails kept tapping on the screen, and the whole person looked very comfortable.

The door to the bathroom was open, and Haruhi Harano was sitting on a small wooden bench, a pair of big thick hands rubbing in the small plastic basin in front of him.

There are a lot of bubbles in the small pot, and there is a faint scent of jasmine on the nose.

Originally, these jobs were usually done by Qing Lingsang, but because of some things last night, the eldest lady has not eased up until now, Haruhi Haruhi is indeed a little distressed, and there is no choice but to take this heavy responsibility on herself.

The soft fabric was put in his hand and scrubbed twice, and Haruhi Yuan Ye lifted two faint patterns into the air again, which was one of the few clothes that Qing Lingsang did not have a crayon Xiaoxin.

The pale white pattern was suddenly exposed to the air, and the sunlight shone obliquely through the window, and Haruhi felt that a holy light suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.

It's a bit dazzling, there is no way, a pure person like him can't see these things with holy light.

"What do you bastard want to do?"

A cold voice came, and when I turned my head to look, I found that Miss Qingling was looking at this side with a disdainful expression, and that look was like looking at a non-recyclable garbage.

"Hey, hey, don't look at me like that, Qing Lingsang, I'm helping you wash your clothes right now." Haruhi Harano is talking about cannons.

Qingling Meilong didn't speak, just watched him put the things in his hand back into the laundry tub and submerged in the bubbles again, and then withdrew his gaze.

"It's not like I haven't seen it." Harano Haruhi sat there and muttered a few words, and then started his own housekeeping career.

Put a small shirt on the small balcony, Haruhi Yuan stood at the edge of the living room, looking at the clothes fluttering in the wind with his hands on his waist, just didn't let himself see, don't you still have to hang it out now?

Qingling Meilong was lying on the sofa and gave him a speechless look.

Tiny clothes hung on the balcony, and black shadows were reflected on the ground.

After admiring it for a while, Haruhi Haruhi Harano began to go to the bathroom to clean up the mess, and by the way, he took the mop in his hand and began to squat on the ground and drag it around.

I haven't done housework for a long time, and I have found the familiar feeling I had at the beginning, and the only difference may be that there is an older lady lying on the sofa to recuperate.

"Whew!"

Haruno, Haruhi, wiped a corner of the coffee table with a dry cloth, and finally blew lightly, stood up, twisted his stiff body, looked at the spotless living room that was cleaned, and nodded with satisfaction.

Qingling Meilong, who was lying on the sofa in a beautiful position, glanced at it, and her little face bulged up again for some reason, a guy with a slight obsessive-compulsive disorder and a slight cleanliness habit is really annoying.

Just now he was lying down well, and this guy even took a bath towel dipped in water and wiped himself again.

Isn't that a neurosis?

Say that since you are cleaning, you can't miss a single one, and you have to clean them all.

No, it's not cleanliness and obsessive-compulsive disorder, it's his intention, right! Definitely!

The more Qingling Meilong thought about it, the more wrong it became, the more she thought about it, the more angry she became, and her little face became more and more bulging.

Looking at Haruhi Haruhi, the eyes gradually became resentful.

As if he hadn't noticed, the latter took a big mouth, reached out and pinched his face, and then turned to prepare lunch.

Hey, a hard-working male model~ All the morning's time is spent doing housework and serving the eldest lady.

He also wiped Qing Lingsang's body intimately, he was really a warm man.

Lunch is simple, with deep-sea fish belly and tuna sushi served with a bowl of flavorful soup, and in Japan, rice and fish are served in a simple lunch.

A mouthful of rice, a mouthful of fish belly, and a mouthful of flavor-enhancing soup Qing Ling Meilong's small mouth was bulging, revealing a very satisfied look.

Seeing such an expression, Haruhi Harino was also relieved, he hadn't cooked for half a month, and it seemed that his skills had not regressed.

"Is it possible that Chika Fujiwara really wants to succeed in the election? [Wow]"

In the LINE group chat, Kunita Ichi Middle School and Yosuke Yoji were discussing the hot news in the morning.

"Fujiwara secretary Saigao! I knew she was going to be fine!! [Fist clenched! 】”

Obviously, the 70 percent vote rate also has a share of these two guys.

It's really a group of guys who don't think it's a big deal to watch the excitement,

Haruhi Harano muttered, and then clicked on the link in the group, and also voted for his precious vote.

Fujiwara secretary Saigao!

This election site link is made by an idle otaku netizen who has nothing to do.,Although it looks formal.,But it's not official.,So there won't be any age limit.,As long as you have enough mobile phones.,A person can also cast several votes.。

But it's just such an ordinary election link, but it has recently become popular all over the Internet in Japan, and even on the morning news this morning.

Millions of netizens vote for a two-dimensional virtual character, what is the reason for this?

Lying on the soft big bed, reaching out and stroking the hair of Qingling Meilong in his arms, the sound of well-proportioned breathing came from the slightly open small mouth, Haruhi Yuan played with his mobile phone quietly, typing,

"Indeed, I feel that Secretary Fujiwara has a high probability of being selected. [Please accept my precious vote.] [Piety]"

Heisuke Yoji: "Spring, what are you doing?" Do you want to go to Akihabara in the afternoon, I have a discount coupon for the Thousand Flowers Maid Cafe over there, or three! Do you want to go with you? ”

Actually, according to the family conditions of Heisuke Yoji and Kunita No. 1 Middle School, there is no need for a so-called coupon to go to that kind of place to play, and the reason why this is done is to take care of Haruhi Fieldo.

However, Kasuga is no longer what it used to be, and he has a huge sum of 10 million yen in his hand, so that he has the ability to open another maid shop for himself to play.

Of course, if you do that, you are likely to be thrown into Tokyo Bay by Kiyoling-san, who is sleeping soundly in her arms.

Suddenly, Haruhi Harano had a bold idea in his mind, if his physical strength reached 100, would he be able to swim back from Tokyo Bay?

Well, you can try it another day.

The more I think about it, the more I think about it, the more I think about it, maybe adolescent teenagers are like this, the screen flashed twice, and someone from the trio sent a message again,

Kunita Ichichu: "Is it the Thousand Flower Maid Coffee Hanger who has eighteen student maids?" Wow! I heard that their store has launched a new event, and all those who issue coupons can enjoy a 50% discount! 【Envy】Yoji, is that the coupon in your hand? ”

Heisuke Yoji: "That's for sure! It's a thing I managed to get my hands on! I've called to confirm, you can use the coupon today, how about it, let's go play together on a spring afternoon! What Cavani's maid sister oh! [Hook Finger]"

Seeing the two of them singing and harmonizing there, Haruhi Haruki couldn't help laughing, and he was also a little moved in his heart.

How can you not understand that these two guys just want to go with him, so they will go to great lengths to say so much here.

Sure enough, the teenagers in Form 2 are all hot-blooded and kind.

looked at the quiet girl sleeping in her arms, and finally typed back,

"I'd love to go, but I can't do it today! [Helpless]"

Heisuke Yoji: "What's wrong?" Are you going to work? [Curious]"

Kunita Ichijunaka: "You can work at any time, and if you miss this event, you won't have a chance, this is a maid café, Kasuga!" Think about it, the rows of invincible young and beautiful girls wearing maid clothes, with cat ears, wagging cute tails, showing two long legs, shouting 'Hello master~' in unison What a pleasant thing! [drooling]"

Haruhi Haruki also thought about that scene in his mind, and rows of beautiful girls in black and white maid outfits shouted at you together, "Hello master~" It is indeed a little unbearable.

But even so, Haruhi Haruhi still typed refuse,

"No, we're not the same anymore."

Heisuke Yoji: "??? ”

Haruhi Harino grinned and typed directly,

"I'm a person with a partner, and I want to accompany Qing Lingsang in the afternoon~ [Hey, headache]"

Heisuke Yoji: ?????

Kunita No. 1 Middle School: ??????

"How can it be repaired! I really envy me!! "You can feel the wolf howl of Kunita No. 1 Middle School through the screen.

Heisuke Yoji also typed and said,

"By the way, what are you doing now?"

Haruhi Harino looked down at Qingling Mitaka who had a little water stain on the corner of her mouth,

"I'm sleeping with Qing Lingsang! What else would you do? ”

Heisuke Yoji: ?????

Kunita No. 1 Middle School: ????????

Obviously, the lethality of Haruhi Harano's words was a little too great, and it didn't make the two of them ease up until now.

After a long time, it was still Heisuke Yoji who typed and said,

"Spring, have you ever touched Miss Qingling's little feet?"

"What kind of person am I? I don't have any special hobbies, what do I do touching her feet? ”

Kunita Ichijunaka: "That"

"Anyway, it's fragrant, like a crystal jelly."

Yoji Heisuke:.

Kunita No. 1 Middle School:

After showing off with his two good friends, Haruhi Haruki also put down his mobile phone, adjusted a comfortable position, and began to take a nap with the soft beautiful girl in his arms.

The girl's body doesn't know why, it's always soft and it's very comfortable to hold.

As for an afternoon out?

Although the maid café is tempting, there is really something about Kasuga, not to accompany Kiyoreo-san, but to go to the gym with Mrs. Momotani to work out.

Haruhi Harano always had a vague feeling in his heart that the task that had been deposited for a long time should be completed today.

The afternoon sun was warm, shining into the bedroom, and the men and women on the big bed hugged each other, and the two of them hugged each other and slept together, and their even breathing could hit each other's cheeks.

There is no other sound in the bedroom, only the occasional car horn outside the window, the breeze blows, blows in, blows to people's ears, whirring as if they are doing sleep and decompression.

[Cumulative Mission: Tired Lady.] 】

[Event content: Please help Eri Momoya with a full body massage, anytime, anywhere.] 】

[Quest Reward: Mystery Gift.] 】

[Quest Progress: Current Highest Quest Progress: 50% (Uncompleted)]

"Spring, you can practice your abdominal muscles again in the past two days, and it feels like your arms and legs are almost the same."

In the members' lounge of Otome Gym,

Eri Momoya is wearing a yoga uniform and is helping the boys under her do stretching exercises.

Haruhi Field's already strong arms and leg muscles made Mrs. Momoya a little harder.

Sweat wet her hair and stuck to her long neck, which made her look even more seductive.

Why do many people like Madame?

Mature and steady temperament? Gentle and beautiful appearance? An intellectual and sensible heart? No, no, no, this is just a small part of the wilderness,

It's more about wanting to see my wife sweating for herself, and at that moment, temperament, appearance, and heart will be unprecedentedly combined.

Like a blooming flower, the beauty is heartwarming, and it deeply stimulates the brainwaves of teenagers.

When you are young, you like to be mature, and when you grow up, you like to be young, and this has been the case since ancient times.

"Sister Eri, I'll help you press it." Haruki Harano glanced at Eri Momoya, who was holding back her strength with a red face, and couldn't help but speak.

He was afraid that he would make a fool of himself if he continued like this, and if he helped her massage it by himself, he could still cover it up, no way, Mrs. Momoya in this state was too tempting.

This is the same as Mrs. Uehara's performance at a critical moment, how can people bear it!

"Huh? Is there anything uncomfortable about it? Eri Momoya stopped what she was doing and asked with some curiosity.

There are more muscles on the boy's body, and it does take a lot of effort to do some massage and relaxation stretching exercises again, if the strength is small, then the other party will feel very uncomfortable, and the massage is not in place in many places, and the feeling of not going up or down is particularly tormenting.

Although it takes a little more effort, it's not something that Eri Momoya can't accept, it's just that just now she has also strengthened her hips and waist exercises, and now her muscles are also in a tired period, so she is a little embarrassed.

"No, I feel good now, Sister Eri, you rest for a while, I'll help you get a massage." Haruhi Harano said that he was about to get up.

Eri Momoya bit her rosy little lip and didn't speak, just nodded in agreement.

[In the middle of the mission, please control it yourself.] 】

[Mission Progress: 0%]

glanced at Mrs. Momoya, who was lying quietly on the yoga mat, the plump back was in front of her, the progress of the task was refreshed, and Haruhi in the field had long been used to it.

Every time I finish a workout, I ask for a massage for Eri Momoya, but without exception, the completion of the task is stuck at 50% every time, and I want to go further, but I don't know how to speak, and Eri Momoya doesn't have that kind of mind.

Neck, shoulders, arms, spine, thighs, calves

Familiar position, familiar strength, Haruhi Yuanye has summed up a little massage experience after so many times, and with the orderly and powerful progress of those big hands.

The progress of the task is also rising bit by bit.

【10%】

【20%】

【30%】

The warm fragrance from the fingers is like jade, and the soft touch makes Haruhi feel a little touched, and he has been massaged many times, and massaging his back through his clothes does not bring too much fresh experience to Haruhi.

The fingers are powerful, and the strength in every place is in place, and in the end, after Haruhi pressed his tight calf two times, the progress of the task also jumped to 50%.

Glancing at the virtual number in the upper left corner, Haruhi Harano was a little hesitant, should he ask?

It's been so many times, and according to the experience of the usual playthrough games, it is indeed appropriate to mention it now.

Through each continuous inquiry, when a certain number of times is reached, the rejection template in the opposite mouth will also be updated synchronously.

"Peach"

"Spring, you can help me press the shoulders and thighs in front of me, it's a little sore."

Before Haruhi Haruhi could speak, Eri Momoya, who was lying on the ground, had already taken the lead in speaking.

After speaking, he turned his whole body around, facing up, and his slender body curves were all exposed to the sight of Spring after all.

Eri Momoya also seemed to be a little shy and twisted her face to the other side, so that people couldn't see her expression clearly, but the blush on her face never dissipated.

Haruhi Haruki looked at it blankly, the Adam's apple rolled, and the heart that was still very calm when massaging his back was now uncontrollable and nervous.

There are too many places that cannot be touched in front of you than behind you, and if you don't pay attention to it, you will become a sinner.

"What's wrong? Spring? Eri Momoya turned her head, looked at the stunned boy, and couldn't help but ask.

"No, it's okay, then I'll get started, Eri-san."

Harano Haruhi took a deep breath, tried to calm his heart, stretched out his hands, touched the shoulders in front of him, and gently pressed them with his hands.

I don't know if it's the reason for the illusion or if the place where the spring press is wrong, it's the same shoulder, and he always feels softer in front of him than behind him.

"Hmm"

Eri Momoya snorted, to be honest, it was wrong to be pressed by a high school boy who was a teenager younger, it should be a high school boy, and he was still a little shy.

I don't know why just now.,The ghost sent the god to say that sentence.,Maybe Haruhi Haruhi Harano pressed himself too comfortably? Makes her brain a little empty for a while?

Eri Momoya doesn't know, what she knows is that after she calmed down, she had obediently turned herself over, like a small fish in a frying pan, one side is fully cooked, and she will turn over and fry the other side.

It's distressing to be well-behaved.

Haruhi is also very careful, avoiding some parts as much as possible, but Sister Eri is a little abnormally developed, even if Haruhi tries her best to avoid it, but she will still "accidentally" touch it, and her palms are a little sweaty.

Both were nervous,

The progress of the mission has finally broken through the 50% mark, and it is beating forward little by little in an orderly manner.

[Quest Completion Progress: 60%]

[Quest Completion Progress: 65%]

Thank you for the tip.

Thank you Xi Xi for the boss's tip.

Thank you all for your support, thank you!! Kneel down and thank you!!

Push a book "I'm really cultivating immortals, not cultivating immortals"

(End of chapter)