Tell someone you care about.

The faces of several people slowly appeared in Futaba Makoto's mind, and they were indeed more or less irresistible. Grandma Goda, who was watching him thinking, squinted her eyes and smiled kindly.

The sky gradually began to get dark, and Grandma Goda slowly stood up and turned on the light in the grocery store.

The lights are not very bright, but combined with the old man's back, there is a unique sense of warmth.

"Grandma, I'll go back first." Shuangye Cheng smiled.

"This." The old lady carried a bag with some canned cats in it, "It's for Merlin."

Futaba Cheng took the bag in his hand, but did not refuse the old man's kindness: "Thank you."

Merlin, who was held by his owner with one hand, pulled the bag, and then the cat's head was put in. When he saw that it was his favorite can, he couldn't help but licked his tongue: "Mi."

Futaba Cheng patted the glutton's butt: "I just know how to eat."

The old lady couldn't help but smile and said, "Go back. Is there someone waiting for you at home?"

"Yeah." Futaba Cheng nodded.

He left the grocery store and walked towards home.

But Futaba Cheng saw several suspicious people at the door of his yard. They looked furtively into the railings without knowing what they were doing.

Frowning, Futaba Cheng said: "Who are you?"

The few people turned their heads quickly when they heard the sound. After seeing Futaba Cheng and the high school student uniform, one of them waved his hand and said:

"Go, go, go, it has nothing to do with you!"

When Merlin, who was being held in his arms, saw this, his triangular ears stood up and his fierce fangs suddenly appeared: "Meow!"

The few people looked at the cat in confusion, fearing that the guy would suddenly pounce and bite someone.

Futaba Cheng took out his mobile phone and said calmly: "You are sneaking around in front of my house. I think it is necessary for the police to have a good talk with you."

After speaking, he pressed the phone.

The man who had just threatened Futaba Cheng did not expect that Futaba Cheng was the owner of this house. He quickly bent down as if to apologize:

"There was a misunderstanding. We thought you were a passerby. I'm really sorry!"

Futaba Cheng glanced at them: "We'll explain it when you get to the police station."

"Wait a minute, friend, we are actually here to find someone," the man said.

Looking for someone?

At this time, the other party also handed over a photo.

Futaba Cheng just glanced at it and said: "I haven't seen it before."

"Have you really never seen it?" The man frowned, and then confirmed again, "Is this really the case?"

"Do you think I lied to you?" Futaba Cheng looked at the other person.

The man subconsciously took a step back. He found that he was actually scared, and he was still afraid of a high school student.

After his face changed uncertainly for a while, he had no choice but to say: "Then we have misunderstood. Let's take our leave."

After saying that, they quickly disappeared into the dim street corner.

Futaba Cheng stood there for a while, and after confirming that they had left, he unlocked the courtyard door and walked in.

At this time, the sky had completely darkened, and the lights were on in the huge house in front of him. Futaba Cheng walked to the door. He rarely opened the door with a key, but pressed the doorbell on the side.

Soon, footsteps came from inside.

With the sound of the door lock opening, Suzuki Kaoru's elegant face appeared in front of her. She was wearing home clothes and an apron, and she was holding a spoon in one hand - when she saw that the person who rang the doorbell was Futaba Makoto.

, then asked in confusion: "You didn't bring your key when you went out?"

"I just want to feel the service of someone opening the door for me at home." Futaba Cheng smiled.

"That's no problem. If you still need to say, 'Welcome home, perverted landlord,' I don't mind providing additional services." After finishing speaking, Suzuki Kaoru turned around and returned to the kitchen.

“How much does it cost for the extra service of just saying welcome home?”

"Sorry, given your wife-like disgusting tone last time, I don't want to provide it for the time being."

"It's not what you think."

Suzuki Kaoru did not deny it.

At this time, there was a cup of hot tea on the dining table. Futaba Cheng glanced at Suzuki Kaoru. When he was about to ask, the other party said without looking back:

"Lavender tea is suitable for people who stay up late."

"For me?"

"I don't stay up late."

After hearing this, Futaba Cheng picked up the cup and smiled; "Then I'm not welcome."

After entering, his expression wrinkled.

Very pungent taste.

"Remember to add sugar." Suzuki Kaoru's voice came softly from a distance.

"You definitely did it on purpose..." Futaba Cheng's mouth twitched.

After adding sugar, the taste of this cup of tea became much easier to drink. Seeing Kaoru Suzuki cooking miso soup, Futaba Makoto walked over and leaned against the dining table while drinking tea:

"When I came back just now, there were many people outside the yard, saying they were here to look for someone."

Suzuki Kaoru's hand that was originally stirring the miso soup with the spoon stopped for a few seconds, and then continued to stir: "Oh?"

"They gave me the photo. I think they came to find you. Judging from your appearance and the way you talk, you don't look like a plainclothes policeman or a private detective." Futaba Cheng said.

"Aren't you curious?" Suzuki Kaoru turned around and asked.

"I have no interest in the privacy of my tenants."

"Aren't you afraid that the tenant is someone of unknown origin?"

"There can't be a murderer in my house, right?" Futaba Cheng spread his hands.

Suzuki Kaoru pushed her hair behind her ears, her amber eyes seemed to be thinking about something. After a while, she spoke softly: "Can I still live here?"

"You paid, of course."

"Thanks."

Futaba Makoto smiled.

As it was approaching meal time, Futaba Cheng sat on the sofa and unpacked the package, which he bought from Amazon a few days ago.

After being opened, there are paper boxes inside, with a cute cat paw button inside the transparent plastic film, and a display panel.

"It looks good." Futaba Cheng tore open the package.

Seeing the pink cat paw button that filled the girl's heart, Suzuki Kaoru said: "So you are okay with this."

"I found someone to customize this specially. It's called [Merlin's Claw Special Edition Recording Device]." Futaba Cheng took out the cat's claw button inside and let Merlin on the side smell it.

Merlin curiously stretched out his little paw and stepped on it, and the display panel next to him suddenly made a beeping sound.

"This thing can be stuck on the wall. After pressing the button, there will be records in the display." Futaba Cheng explained.

"What's the use?" Suzuki Kaoru asked.

Futaba Cheng stretched out his finger: "After all, there will be more and more tenants in the house in the future. By then, whether it is a matter of cooking or hygiene, everyone's tasks will need to be systematically assigned. There is also the issue of eating - for example

If a tenant wants to eat takeout today, or wants to go out to eat with friends, this recording system can record the tenant's temporary arrangements. At that time, the person in charge of today's cooking can arrange the meal based on the general situation of the tenant on the monitor.

Portion size.”

After Suzuki Kaoru heard this, he suddenly asked after a while:
Chapter completed!