In the evening, Miyamoto Han drove Sachiko back to his residence

""Miyamoto-kun, is this your home? It's so big!"

When Sachiko saw Miyamoto Han's luxurious private villa, coupled with a parking garage larger than a football field, she was completely shocked.

"This is just one of my houses, it's nothing."

Miyamoto Han waved his hand

"By the way, if you want to see something else, I can take you there some other day. The style of this house is not the most distinctive."

Miyamoto Han locked the garage and took Sachiko back to the villa.

Miyamoto Han's home is elegantly decorated with a Chinese interior style.

Sachiko looked around, fiddling with the beaded curtain for a while, and then standing in front of the ink painting in a daze.

"It seems that you, Miyamoto, really like the Chinese architectural style!" Sachiko said.

Miyamoto Han smiled bitterly. He couldn't tell her that he was not from this world, right?

"Sachiko, you will have to stay in the guest room tonight."

Miyamoto Han took out a set of bedding from the wall cabinet and opened the door of the guest room.

Sachiko followed Miyamoto Han into the guest room.

"The view here is so good!"

Sachiko stood by the French window, looking at the night view outside,"The whole night of Dongdu can be seen clearly, this feeling is so good!"

Sachiko sighed, the feeling of overlooking a city made her feel very comfortable at this moment!

Miyamoto Han spread the quilt, turned around and said:"I bought the house here specifically because I hope that when guests come, they can enjoy the beautiful scenery!"

"Miyamoto, you are such a thoughtful person!"

"You're so polite!" Miyamoto Han patted the bed,"It's already been made, you can sleep here peacefully tonight!"

"Thank you very much."

Sachiko bowed to Miyamoto Han.

Miyamoto Han saw that the atmosphere suddenly became awkward, so he quickly waved his hand, said good night to her, opened the door and walked out

"By the way, there is an indoor phone on the bedside table. If you have any questions, you can call me at any time. I can come over at any time! Then, good night~"

Miyamoto Han gently closed the door.

But he suddenly remembered something and opened the door again and stuck his head in.

"Well, as for pajamas, they are in the wall cabinet."

It was a bit awkward. Sachiko had just taken off her waistcoat when Miyamoto Han came in.

Miyamoto Han immediately closed the door again.

"Sorry!" Miyamoto Han raised his voice

"It's okay." Sachiko's raised voice was heard in the room.

Miyamoto Han suddenly felt like he really brought a lost girl home!

"Are you hungry? I see you haven't eaten anything all night, have you?"

After several seconds, a weak voice came from the room,"I think... I'm a little hungry.""

"Then wait a moment!"

Miyamoto Han received the message and went to the kitchen to make cakes.

At the same time, he called the housekeeper of the Miyamoto family.

Soon, two plates of Chinese cakes and high-end sushi sent by the housekeeper overnight were placed on the table.

Sachiko sat opposite the table. Under the candlelight, Sachiko was like a goddess descending from heaven!

"This is my homemade Chinese pastry, and of course there is sushi sent by the housekeeper, enjoy it!"

Miyamoto Han handed over a pair of chopsticks and a soup spoon.

Sachiko nodded and said thank you for the treat.

Sachiko didn't show any expression when eating sushi. It seems that she has eaten a lot of similar food before.

However, when she ate Miyamoto Han's homemade pastry, Sachiko's eyes suddenly lit up.

"Miyamoto-kun, this pastry is really delicious!"

Sachiko gave a thumbs up and licked her lips.

"As long as you enjoy your meal!"

Miyamoto Han was very pleased. He felt the most accomplished when his pastries were praised by others.

The quiet night passed quietly after this special dinner.

The next day, Sachiko really left Miyamoto Han and went to the country where Noriko was now as agreed.

Miyamoto Han returned to the life of a young master.

Every day, in addition to dealing with some company affairs, or writing his newly conceived novels.

Otherwise, Sonoko and Yoko would sometimes come to his house to do a little exercise with him.

On this day, Miyamoto Han made an appointment with Xiaolan to go for a morning run in the morning.

Early in the morning, Miyamoto Han came to the Maori Detective Agency.

Xiaolan seemed to be particularly excited. She got up early in the morning and washed up.

"Beauty, it's time to go!"

At this time, Xiaolan was still tidying up her appearance in front of the mirror, and Gong Benhan hugged Xiaolan from behind.

"You are already very beautiful! No need to take pictures anymore." Xiaolan blushed,"My dad is still at home! It is better for us not to expose ourselves!"

Xiaolan certainly had her own concerns. After all, she was still a high school girl. If her father knew that she had been living with Miyamoto Han, I really didn't know what her father would do!

Miyamoto Han kissed her on the cheek

"Don't worry, I've already checked it out, and uncle is still sleeping now!"

Gong Benhan smiled cunningly.

"Then we have to close the door first."

Xiao Lan ran over and closed the bathroom door. When she turned around, Gong Benhan had already knocked on her door.

Then Gong Benhan blocked her mouth with his mouth without saying anything.

Xiao Lan was so happy that she was in a trance.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

"Sister Xiaolan, what are you doing in there? I want to go to the bathroom!"

Conan's"childish" voice came from outside.

This kid! He's really good at doing bad things! Miyamoto Han cursed inwardly.

Xiaolan panicked and pushed Miyamoto Han up, then quickly tidied her hair and opened the door a crack to let in.

"Conan! I need to take a shower. Please go to my father's bathroom first."

Xiaolan only poked her head out.

"Sister Xiaolan, someone is already in the toilet in uncle's room, and sister Xiaolan, you look so weird!"

Conan was so curious that he stretched out his hand to open the door.

As a result, Conan blinked his eyes...

Miyamoto Han was holding Xiaolan's waist with one hand, and fixing his hairstyle in front of the mirror with the other hand.

Conan was so angry!!!

It felt like there was a Hulunbuir grassland above his head

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