"What are you talking about? What else can I say? Of course, he is praising me for being able to defeat ten people with one punch, which is very similar to his style back then."
Inside the temporary office area of the Metropolitan Police Department and the Third Department.
Sato Miwako, who hurried back after receiving the notice, crossed her arms on her chest and looked at the man in front of her with a smile on her chest, saying, "Really? Why do I think you were scolded so badly?"
"How can it be."
Katsuki Uehara waved his hand in disgust, raised his head proudly and said, "You don't even look at who I am. Do you need me to read you the title on my head?"
"Well, if it's all your bragging or the media's top hat, then don't read it." Miwako Sato, who was smiling, shrugged noncommittally: "I can get that thing in your house five miles away.
I heard it from my mouth or saw it on TV and newspapers.”
The man's face dropped: "It's all true."
"Sometimes facts are not as satisfying as fantasies. What you look like now is irrefutable proof, isn't it?" Sato Miwako walked forward, raised her hands to straighten her boyfriend's still slightly messy collar, and gently used her right hand to
Patted the side of his neck——
Uehara Katsumi, who understood it, shook his body twice casually and tilted his head to give his girlfriend a considerable operating space: "One thing to say, I am in such a mess only because there are too many of them, as long as you let them come
Give me a try in a one-on-one challenge."
"I can't tell you're pretty disciplined."
After rearranging her boyfriend's casually tied tie, Miwako Sato took a step back to take a look at the overall effect. She raised her head and smiled and said, "It's a pity that your time has passed, Mr. Samurai."
"Really? No wonder I always feel that I am out of tune with this world."
Uehara Katsumi, who naturally stepped into the role, spoke in a bleak tone, then turned to the offensive, raising his eyebrows and jokingly said: "I wonder if this beautiful police lady can help me integrate into this new era?"
"No, it's too dramatic." Sato Miwako, whose lips could not help but rise several times but was forced down several times, shook her head: "It might be better if you change into a samurai uniform and grab a sword before saying this."
"No problem, I'll buy it when I get back tonight. Oh, by the way, one more question, can you change it for me?"
"Are you serious? How old do you have to be to have someone help you change your clothes?"
"It depends on your needs."
Katsuki Uehara looked serious: "I can be 3 years old or 30 years old."
"..."
After all, Miwako Sato couldn't hold back. She laughed out loud and didn't forget to give her boyfriend a look: "I am a law-abiding policeman, thank you."
"You mean 30?"
"I don't think you can do it even if you are 30 years old."
"I started in two hours, so I won't brag to you."
"real?"
When it comes to the issue of men's dignity, Uehara Katsumi's face was full of seriousness: "Of course."
Sato Miwako nodded clearly, then smiled and raised her hand to pat his chest: "If it takes more than half an hour, my suggestion is to go see a doctor. Does your friend Dr. Aso know anyone in this field?"
"..."
This time it was Uehara Katsumi's turn to roll his eyes: "I don't know."
Miwako Sato, who had the upper hand, covered her mouth with laughter, bursting with joy. Her heartfelt joy spread throughout the entire temporary office area with her laughter.
"Hey, Uehara, Sato, what are you talking about, are you laughing so happily?"
At the gate of the temporary office area, Chiba, who pushed in with a food box in his arms, raised his hand habitually to say hello to the two people who were still here. The next second, he suddenly stopped as if he suddenly remembered something.
He raised his eyes and looked at Uehara Katsumi: "No, Uehara, you are back to work today?"
"Uh...actually, not really."
Katsuki Uehara blinked, then looked up at the clock hanging on the wall: "I just came to take Miwako out for dinner, but unfortunately I encountered an unexpected delay."
The weight of the heavy body made the load-bearing pillars of the swivel chair creak. Chiba, who opened the thermos box and ate a delicious meal, said vaguely: "Accident? What accident?"
"You don't know? What did you just do?"
"I just went to make a record. A wealthy businessman in Mihua Town called the police and said that he had received death threats for many days in a row."
Chiba raised his head and there was only confusion in his eyes besides hunger: "Takagi should be sending the reporter home now. We have been busy until now. What's wrong? What happened to the Metropolitan Police Department again?
?"
"..."
Oh, it turns out you two were not involved in that group fight.
That's okay.
Katsumi Uehara, who calls himself a cautious sage, suddenly thought: "It's nothing. You eat slowly. I'll take Sato out for dinner first."
"Wait a minute, go out to eat?" Sato Miwako frowned after being pushed: "Uehara, I also have this case closing report to write in the afternoon -"
"Don't worry, it won't delay your work. Let's go."
"Then why don't you come with me? You'll have to write sooner or later anyway."
"Write it with a hammer. When you finish it, don't hand it in so quickly. Lend me a copy when I get to work."
"..."
The corners of Sato Miwako's mouth twitched and she helplessly held her forehead.
Hopeless.
Chiba on the side watched the man and woman who were quarreling with each other walking out, and then glanced down at the insulated lunch box bought from a fast food restaurant in his hand. He wanted to follow him to have a big meal, but in the end he still couldn't.
Feel free to say it.
Fall in love...
The bento in his hand should have been an experience that was full of color, flavor and taste, but at this moment Chiba suddenly felt that it tasted like nothing.
At the same time, Miwako Sato, who was finally abducted by her boyfriend after half a push, sighed helplessly, held his hand and walked into the elevator.
"What to eat for lunch?"
Suddenly, Katsumi Uehara's tentative question came to her ears, and she was so shocked that her eyes widened the moment the elevator door closed: "You haven't decided yet?"
"Yes, I have an idea, but obviously I have to consider your opinion before setting off."
"I don't see that you are quite democratic."
"Of course, I'm not a dictator."
"I have to go to work in the afternoon, so I can just find a sushi restaurant nearby, and I won't be tainted with the smell of food." Sato Miwako thought about it for a moment, and then thought of a place: "You ordered it for me last time.
That sushi tastes good, what's its name..."
“Iroha Sushi Restaurant.”
"Is it close?"
"It's quite close, right next to Detective Maori's house..."
The two people chatting about Iroha Sushi Restaurant walked out after the elevator door opened. When Miwako stepped into the parking lot and subconsciously opened the passenger door of the magenta EVO, she unexpectedly saw a handful of
The rose on the chair suddenly looked stunned——
The fragrant roses were bright and vivid in the sunshine. Uehara Katsumi, who had already planned it, picked up the bouquet with a smile and handed it to his girlfriend: "I hope you can forgive me for being careless when I confessed my love yesterday, Miwako."
"..."
This was the first time in her life that a man gave her a rose in front of her. Miwako Sato subconsciously opened her mouth to say something, but the words never came out. For a while, only the fragrant fragrance of the rose whistled.
The breeze passing by was constantly stimulating her eyes and heart.
"So, is this compensation?" The tip of her moist tongue swept over her slightly dry lips, and her blinking speed obviously accelerated for a few seconds. Miwako Sato's brows and eyes were filled with joy. She reached out to take the bouquet, held it in her arms and raised her eyes.
She looked at her boyfriend.
"No."
Katsuki Uehara shook his head gently and said with a smile: "This is my love for you."
"Tsk, so disgusting."
"Like it?"
Miwako Sato, who was holding the flowers, arched her eyebrows and said, "It feels pretty good."
ps: The mobile phone was completely shipped, but this time it was a broken part and I couldn’t repair it. I didn’t expect that the mobile phone that had been with me for three years would end up in a scrap collection shop in the village to replace it with a stainless steel basin for my mother to use to hold Qingming fruit.