0285: The Overnight Stay Plan Was a Complete Success! (Please Subscribe, Please Vote!)
When the food was served, Kitahara Ryosuke couldn't stop laughing because his cooking skills were worse than Nishijima Airi's.
To be more precise, Mr. Nishijima's cooking skills have been upgraded to quasi-home cooking through private study, but his level is still at the level where he can swallow it.
He went to great lengths to abduct Yingzi home, and just give her this?
The head of the family is in trouble.
However, Yingzi didn't say anything. She didn't need to change her shoes this time. After washing her hands, she could sit down and have dinner.
The dining table in the Beihara family is not very wide. When the two of them sit across from each other, they can clearly see every detail of each other's faces.
Yingzi took a small mouthful of rice and chewed it slowly, not saying it was delicious or not.
Kitahara Ryosuke pointed to the tomato scrambled egg in the middle of the table with Kuaizi and said, "I think this is good."
Yingzi swallowed the food in her mouth and said, "Yeah."
"By the way, I made soup."
After saying this, Kitahara Ryosuke went to the kitchen to serve two steaming seaweed and egg drop soup.
Japanese food?
Sorry, I can't do it.
Besides, they all came from China, so there’s not much difference.
It was just Yingzi's silence that made Kitahara Ryosuke feel unsure.
The ultimate goal tonight is to let Yingzi stay overnight. If not, wouldn't he take Yingzi out to eat?
There is also a bottle of sake on the table.
Kitahara Ryosuke looked at the wine bottle.
Yingzi said: "I don't drink."
He added slowly: "You are not allowed to drink either."
This sentence finally makes some sense.
Of course Yingzi didn't drink because she was afraid of getting drunk, but she didn't let Kitahara Ryosuke drink because she was worried about his injury.
"Okay, I'll listen to you, I won't drink either."
After a not-so-palatable dinner, Kitahara Ryosuke got up first and quickly cleared away the bowls, looking very diligent.
Yingzi glanced at him, picked up the two remaining plates, and followed him into the kitchen.
Kitahara Ryosuke said: "How about I wash you and wipe it?"
Hakuba Yingzi was silent, but when it came time to wipe the dishes, she moved quickly and wiped them much more carefully than Ryosuke Kitahara, a rough old man.
A sense of déjà vu comes to me as I live at home.
There wasn't as much fighting as there was in Tokyo, but Ryosuke Kitahara couldn't help but laugh.
"Why are you laughing?" Team leader Yingzi's perception is so keen.
"I'm not laughing."
Kitahara Ryosuke firmly refused to admit it, "Oh, by the way, I remembered a particularly funny variety show, Tricky, it's not even eight o'clock yet, let's watch it together for a while."
Then he forced Yingzi to sit on the sofa in front of the TV screen.
There were snacks and magazines on the coffee table. Yingzi chose the magazine, and Kitahara Ryosuke chose to put his arms around Yingzi's waist.
Rejected, rejected, barely succeeding the third time.
Yingzi's advantage is that she has a waist and long legs... ahem, her advantage is that she doesn't cry or make trouble, even if the sky falls.
It's just that her personality is really boring. Even if there is no conflict, it is very difficult to have a happy conversation.
...
As night falls, the streets of Kyuda City are far less noisy than Tokyo. The crescent moon hangs on the branches, clear and bright.
During the alone time, Kitahara Ryosuke always laughed at the effects of the show and chatted with Yingzi about the details. In the second half of the show, Hakuba Yingzi watched the show, but the feedback was at most a snort.
8 o'clock, 9 o'clock, 10 o'clock.
Kitahara Ryosuke was more like holding a soft lump of wood.
But money can't buy him like it and make him happy. Who made him do anything wrong in the first place?
Another ten minutes passed.
Yingzi glanced at her watch and said, "It's time for me to go."
Kitahara Ryosuke's palms hanging on his slim waist suddenly tightened, "The show isn't over yet, please wait a moment."
At 11 o'clock, when it was time for late-night dramas, Kitahara Ryosuke decisively changed the channel, switching to a channel similar to the Wonderful World drama.
"I have to go now."
Yingzi repeated what she said before.
However, Kitahara Ryosuke still refused to give in and said, "I'll leave after watching the show."
By the time this drama ends, it will be almost one o'clock in the morning.
Hearing this, Bai Ma Yingzi's pretty face quickly turned cold and said four words, "What do you want to do?"
Kitahara Ryosuke wanted to give her a positive answer, but what he said was: "Let's go to the movies together or watch TV at home. You choose one."
Speaking of which, movie theaters are also good places, especially late-night movie theaters. Kitahara Ryosuke didn't think about that. After the whole process, there are many points to enhance feelings.
"I don't pick either one."
Yingzi opened someone's fingers one by one.
She forgot that if you pay too much attention to the bottom, the top will surely fall.
His vision went dark, and those delicate lips were kissed hard.
"You really have no good intentions!"
Kitahara Ryosuke said: "Yes, I want you to stay here for one night. I will sleep in the room on the left on the second floor, and you will sleep next to me. The two of us will go to work together tomorrow."
This is considered to be a poor idea.
"Why should I listen to you?"
"I am your boyfriend, Noxiang's mother already knows about this."
Yingzi sneered: "How many people are you the boyfriend of?"
Kitahara Ryosuke narrowed his eyes: "Don't force me, I have your home appliances!..."
"All, all, all"...
Yingzi's call was being made, and the other party was [Uncle: Kitahara Neji].
"!
! "
Damn it!
Kitahara Ryosuke was immediately petrified. He never expected that the upright Yingzi would use the trick of suing her parents, so it was better to strike first.
The phone was connected, and there was a slightly drunk male voice on the other side.
"Missi Missi, Yingzi-chan, why are you looking for uncle so late?"
Kitahara Ryosuke clasped his hands together and said, please.
As a result, Yingzi said in a tone similar to her cowardly sister Kazawa Suzu: "Uncle, Kitahara Ryosuke is bullying me."
"Ding Dong"~
Tip: Found special attributes, which have been automatically picked up for you, acting +1, lying +1.
…
As the saying goes, women are born actors.
Kitahara Ryosuke didn't believe it. People like Yingzi and Xiaozhai were destined not to be actors.
As a result, reality slapped me in the face, and my face was almost smashed.
"My acting skills are among the lowest. No wonder I can be seen through no matter how I act..."
It's not difficult to do this, but it's difficult to make people believe it.
Kitahara Ryosuke's highest level is to agree even if he sees through it.
It is obvious that Eiko's persona in front of Kitahara Neji's father is neither cold nor dull, and she belongs to the type of a well-behaved daughter-in-law.
Coupled with the fact that he knew what kind of virtue his son had, and the fact that Kitahara Ryosuke had stepped on several boats, the next quarter of an hour was filled with a lot of scolding.
"What do you want to do, not let my girl go home so late?"
"Kitahara Ryosuke, you have really improved in the past few years. No wonder you can do that kind of thing."
...
After scolding his son, he handed the phone back to Yingzi. Kitahara Neji said loudly: "Yingzi, you leave now, I think he dares to stop you!"
I really don’t dare.
To be honest, Kitahara Ryosuke didn't have much intention to force her to stay. He just thought that if the rooms were divided well, Yingzi would have a certain chance of staying. He would be tougher and give Yingzi more reasons to increase the chance.
Now Yingzi is gone.
The plan failed.
Kitahara Ryosuke sat back on the sofa, feeling sad.
...
Regarding the story of wings, master time management skills are essential skills.
Kitahara Ryosuke has no management, he just goes wherever he wants.
Just like that, he dared to dress in red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple silk, so no matter what kind of end he ended up with, he deserved it.
From the deterioration of filial piety to the broken jar, the broken jar, the broken jar, the broken jar, the broken jar, the broken jar, the broken jar, the broken jar, the broken jar, the broken jar, the broken jar, the broken jar.
He's actually lucky that he hasn't been broken into pieces so far.
Among them, it is due to the fact that Aunt Natsuji is a shikigami, the cowardly sister Kazawa Suzu is more obedient, and Mieko is disobedient, but she is very busy recently.
Otherwise, if Mieko shows up as the master of the harem again, VS Airi, VS Eiko, or V together, Kitahara Ryosuke will really not be far away from the problem.
But even if he is here, Kitahara Ryosuke will find a way to delay it for a while.
With Nishijima-sensei in Tokyo and Yingzi taking root in Kyuta, this is the perfect opportunity. If we don’t take action now, how long will it take?
It's a pity that not all plots will develop according to Kitahara Ryosuke's arrangement, even if he has brought Hei Houxue to the extreme.
after......
"Oh, if you can't coax me this time, don't mention it in the future."
"Yingzi can be a well-behaved daughter-in-law, but with my face, it is impossible for me to be a son-in-law who pleases my mother-in-law."
"It's over."
"It's over, Yingzi doesn't love me anymore..."
"pia"!
Kitahara Ryosuke received a hard slap on the back.
Nowadays, the tattoo of [Blood Blade] is attached to it. Putting aside its power to cut people, the defensive power of its back is basically the strongest in the whole body.
Then, he didn't pretend to cry out in pain. He turned around and saw that Yingzi was back. There was no surprise, and he continued to sigh: "Yingzi doesn't love me anymore."
Bai Ma Yingzi snorted coldly: "I never loved you in the first place."
Kitahara Ryosuke said decadently: "Ang, yes, I am just a boy from the countryside, how can I be worthy of the eldest lady of the Hakuba family?"
The large color TV hanging on the wall has been turned off, leaving only two dim night-light lamps on the first floor.
It would be ridiculous to ask Yingzi to name one, two, three, four, five. Kitahara Ryosuke is not his father.
But after thinking for a while, Yingzi asked: "Do you have any change of clothes here?"
Kitahara Ryosuke said: "Yes!"
Then he turned into a red light and went upstairs, getting back a white T-shirt and a pair of pure cotton shorts.
There must be no women's pajamas in the Beihara family. They have never had them. Yingzi went to look for them now and still couldn't find them. Since Yingzi was planning to stay overnight, she must have put them away long ago.
As for why no one sleeps in the master bedroom.
The reason is simple, that is the room reserved for Neji's father.
As long as dad doesn't retire, he will still be the real boss of the Beihara family. Just because he doesn't live in the city, he can't not reserve the best room.
Well, that makes sense.
Perfectly reasonable.
Kitahara Ryosuke had just been taught a lesson by the veteran Kitahara family head, and Yingzi was determined to accept it.
As for his T-shirt and shorts, Yingzi also accepted it and turned around and entered the bathroom.
The fluorescent light in the bathroom turned on, the sound of running water came out, and a clear outline appeared on the frosted glass.
"Forehead......"
Kitahara Ryosuke swore that he really didn't want to take advantage of this little thing.
The outline is clear because the bathroom light is too bright, not because he did it on purpose.
I have to say, Yingzi is really sexy, both front and back.
As the eldest lady, Yingzi is also tough-tongued.
But she is an action person, saying one thing and doing another.
Unlike Miss Nishijima, who cares about both dignity and face, she refuses to admit defeat even when she suffers a lot.
...
About ten minutes later,
Baima Yingzi, who used her spiritual power to steam her wet hair, stepped out of the bathroom in slippers.
I happened to meet someone's blank gaze.
Turning back to look at the light and then at the glass door, Yingzi suddenly became furious and threw the folded shirt and skirt out.
Kitahara Ryosuke, take everything as ordered. The clothes are very good and cannot be stained.
"You!...give me back my clothes."
After Yingzi took a shower, it would be best to wear a T-shirt and shorts, but nothing more.
It's a pity that Yingzi is not that stupid. There are outlines in the T-shirt, and the black stockings are still on the long legs that make people look at her.
The long, waterfall-like hair was flying slightly, and there was a tendency for her to burst into anger.
Kitahara Ryosuke: "Hey, why are you angry again? I didn't say I wouldn't pay you back. Come on, I'll take you to where you live."
There is no room for Aunt Natsuji in the Kitahara family. She either lives in Kitahara Ryosuke's head or sleeps next to Kitahara Ryosuke.
Mieko lives in the master bedroom. Without her, the Kitahara family would not be what it is today. There is nothing wrong with occupying the master bedroom.
Besides, under normal circumstances, Kitahara Ryosuke lives with Mieko.
Tonight's arrangement, Kitahara Ryosuke returned to the opposite side of the master bedroom and slept in his dusty second bedroom, while Yingzi lived next door.
There was only a wall between the two of them. If the soundproofing of the room wasn't so good, you would definitely be able to hear each other's footsteps.
The battle is over.
mission completed.
Whether it was out of sympathy or something else, Yingzi stayed at Beihara's house tonight.
In fact, Yingzi didn't know what was wrong with her. She obviously left, but before she took two steps, she came back again by mistake.
It was a great mercy that she didn't kill someone.
Yingzi could also guess where someone had been in the past few days after leaving Baima's house.
Didn't Airi Nishijima say that every time Ryosuke Kitahara comes to Tokyo, her legs will be weak for at least a whole day.
These words are definitely exaggerated, but judging from Kitahara Ryosuke's performance, the most proud eldest daughter of the Nishijima family has been pushed back to Nishijima Airi of the Special Affairs Department by him.
Airi Nishijima also said that the reason why someone likes her is because Hakuba Eiko is too old-fashioned.
Old-fashioned?
Shouldn't the first time be saved for the wedding night?
Of course, Yingzi also knows that there is no difference between a man and a cat who likes the smell of fish.
The smell alone cannot satisfy them, the fish in their mouth is the most delicious fish.
With chaotic thoughts, Bai Ma Yingzi got into bed.
Someone lives next door to her, and the chance of coming tonight is 100%, no surprise.
"I already know, why do I still agree to him?"
Is it jealousy, distressed, or something else?
Yingzi lay on her side and looked at the moonlight outside the window, but she was not sleepy at all.
It's past 12 midnight.
Normally, she would have turned off her computer and rested.
But she was always alone, working alone, eating alone, and sometimes sleeping alone on her desk.
The Baima family... Why does Yingzi care about the Baima family.
She only worried about her mother.
Mom's situation...
This is another one of the things Yingzi dislikes about someone.
Why does he look so similar! …
Just then——
"Squeak"~
The door to the room was slowly pushed open, and a sinister figure came in holding a quilt.
Ha, bastard man.
Yingzi wanted to take a good look at him, but he didn't live up to his expectations.
However, just as Yingzi was about to scold her, Kitahara Ryosuke had already gotten into bed like a loach.
Put the pillow, fall back, and cover yourself with the quilt, all in one smooth motion.
"It feels so good to lie next to Yingzi."
After praising him, Kitahara Ryosuke closed his eyes and went to sleep, without giving Yingzi a chance to speak.
Maybe he just wanted to lie down together properly?
How can it be!
Within a few minutes of getting serious, he turned around and walked behind Yingzi, asking softly: "Can I hold you and sleep for a while?"
Yingzi shouted angrily.
Just as she was about to kick her, Kitahara Ryosuke's hand hugged her along the inner edge of the quilt.