My Girlfriend is Yingriri

The sound of crisp applause suddenly sounded, and the lingering sound echoed endlessly.

"Qing, Qingjie?!" Kiyotaki Guixiang trembled, covering her buttocks in a panic, her pretty face flushed red at a speed visible to the naked eye, and said in disbelief, "What are you doing!"

"I'm not, I don't." Hashima Kiyosuke, with cold sweat dripping down his head, hurriedly said, "Sister Guixiang, listen to my explanation!"

"There was a mosquito flying around just now, and I was hitting the mosquito." Kiyosuke Hashima said quickly, proving his innocence, "I really didn't want to hit Miss Guixiang's ass."

Kiyotaki Katsura bit her lower lip, and looked at Kiyosuke Hashima's right hand in embarrassment: "Where's the mosquito?"

Kiyosuke Hashima fell silent for a moment.

"... didn't make it."

The mosquitoes didn't hit, but only hit Miss Guixiang's buttocks, no matter how you look at it, it's all arguing, lying and deceiving people, right?

It's impossible to call the police, but Qing Taki Guixiang might be angry...

A fragrant wind blows.

The fiery delicate body suddenly hugged Kiyosuke Hashima's arm.

"Sister Guixiang?" This time it was Kiyosuke Hashima's turn to be shocked, "What's wrong with you?"

What about being angry?

Why did you rush over and hug your arm when you didn't agree with each other?Is this a punishment or a reward?

Could it be that Kiyotaki Guixiang hides the shaking M attribute, and the unexpected slap just now activated the hidden attribute?

There was a slight pain in the arm.

"Don't think about it!" Kiyotaki Guixiang pinched Yushima's arm lightly, her pretty face flushed, and she explained in a low voice, "The old man walking behind is a friend of Dad, if we tell Dad what happened just now, we will be in trouble gone."

No wonder Kiyotaki Guixiang is so abnormal, so she wanted to use the posture of a little daughter to cover up her true identity!

Hashima Kiyosuke was startled, and quickly realized: "Sister Guixiang's current dress is very different from usual, so you can't recognize her?"

Kiyotaki Guixiang said in a low voice: "It's very possible...but we still have to pretend, and try not to let others suspect."

"understood."

Hashima Kiyosuke nodded slightly, expressing his understanding of the seriousness of the matter, turned around and walked out of the park with Kiyotaki Guixiang.

The evening breeze is cool.

But the temperature on the arm is quite hot.

Kiyosuke Hashima could clearly feel the softness and firmness on his arm, and he could even hear Kiyotaki Guika's rapid heartbeat.

"Miss Guixiang..."

"Don't say anything, I understand."

"..."

Hey, what do you understand?

I want to say 'men and women can't kiss each other', so you keep a distance, don't be so close, have you misunderstood something!

The air was quiet for a while.

Neither of them spoke, and walked forward in silence.

Quickly passing through half of the park, Kiyosuke Hashima looked back quietly, and was speechless immediately, the old man who was walking was actually following behind him slowly.

"Could it be that you recognize me?"

Kiyotaki Guixiang couldn't help becoming nervous.

"Sister Guixiang, don't worry." Hashima Kiyosuke comforted, "It should just be on the way, and it won't be so unlucky..."

Kiyotaki Guixiang nodded lightly: "Shall we continue walking?"

"Don't go."

"Eh?"

Kiyosuke Hashima grabbed Kiyotaki Guixiang's left hand, feeling icy cold, delicate and silky, "Hurry up and run."

"..."

Kiyotaki Guixiang's pink lips parted slightly, and was dragged by Hashima Kiyosuke to run in the evening wind.

She was a little nervous at first, but she soon relaxed, and there was even a strange excitement in her heart - she has been a gentle and obedient girl since she was a child, and this kind of stimulating behavior is really quite rare.

Running all the way back to Qingtaki's old house, Qingtaki Guixiang struggled slightly.

"Sorry, Miss Guixiang." Kiyosuke Hashima hurriedly let go.

"It's just holding hands, what's the matter?" Kiyotaki Guixiang raised her hand and rolled up the hair beside her ears, and said nonchalantly, "I took you to take a bath when I was a child...Okay, let's go in."

There is no need to say much about the next thing. After taking a bath in turn, it is an indispensable shogi practice.

It was eleven o'clock in a blink of an eye.

Kiyosuke Hashima walked into the room and prepared to sleep on the tatami.

Not long after lying down, he suddenly felt a foot on his chest: "Get up, talk about life—"

Chapter 875

"Life talk?"

Kiyosuke Hashima held Ginko's foot speechlessly.

Fortunately, I haven't fallen asleep yet, otherwise, if you suddenly come to such a foot, it is not a life discussion, but a corporal punishment education!

Kiyosuke Hashima rubbed his face to dispel sleepiness, and sat up: "What do you want to talk about so late?"

Silver whispered:

"It's Miss Guixiang's business..."

Kiyosuke Hashima's heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly felt a little guilty.

Found out?

No, I just ran back holding Miss Guixiang's hand, it doesn't matter if I was found out.

Could it be that the old man who was taking a walk discovered Miss Guixiang's true identity, and then told the old man that your daughter was bullied in the park?

The only runners are me and Miss Guixiang, so it's clear at a glance who is being bullied!

If she really knew that she had spanked Sister Guixiang's ass, Yinzi would definitely not be as pleasant as she is now.

"What are you doing in a daze?"

Yinzi clasped his hands in front of his chest, and came over dissatisfied.

"I was a little sleepy just now..." Kiyosuke Hashima put away his wild thoughts, and took a light breath, "What did you just say?"

"It's Sister Guixiang's birthday." Yinzi narrowed his eyes, and the folding fan in his hand creaked, "You won't forget it, right?"

"I didn't forget."

"Then how much do you say?"

Ginko pinched his waist with his right hand and held the folding fan tightly, like a teacher in an ancient private school, as long as Kiyosuke Hashima couldn't answer, the pointer in his hand would fall.

"Sister Guixiang's birthday is November [-]th." Kiyosuke Hashima has a good memory, and he has specially remembered special anniversaries like birthdays, "Your birthday is..."

Yinzi blushed slightly: "My birthday is not important."

"Then I forgot?"

"Snapped!"

The folding fan was knocked directly, Yin Zi raised his willow eyebrows, revealing two rows of fine silver teeth: "You forget to try."

"..."

No way, Japanese girls love to give meaning to various days. Many girls will watch TV when they wake up in the morning-of course it is not current affairs news, but fortune divination. Yes, horoscope divination in Japan is not a feudal superstition, but superstition. Things that are popular with girls, there are special programs and hosts for divination of today's fortune every day, and even the saint students who are detached from things often watch the divination programs.

"Sister Guixiang's birthday is still a month away?" Kiyosuke Hashima said speechlessly, "Isn't it too early to prepare?"

"It's better to be prepared earlier." Yinzi sat down on the tatami, and soon there was a pleasant fragrance in the air, "It's better than being in a hurry on your birthday."

Kiyosuke Hashima nodded slightly, it is indeed an excellent habit to be prepared.

"Sister Guixiang was forced to smile for her birthday last year." Yinzi pulled down her pajamas, "Finally I can celebrate happily this year."

Kiyotaki Guixiang celebrated her [-]th birthday last year, and the latest time to join the Women's Club is [-] years old. There is only one year left, and the date of membership is far away. One can imagine that Qingtaki Guixiang celebrated her birthday last year. How depressed and hesitant in my heart.

Now that she has been successfully promoted to a female chess player, she has untied her knots, and this year's birthday finally doesn't have to force her to smile anymore.

"How do you want to help Sister Guixiang celebrate?"

"do not know."

Yinzi said confidently, "Of course I leave this matter to you."

"..."

"Okay, leave it to me." Kiyosuke Hashima rubbed the center of his brows. It was already past eleven o'clock in the evening, and he was still sleepy, "Go back to sleep."

"How can I leave if you don't let go?"

"Ok?"

It was only then that Kiyosuke Hashima realized that he had been holding Ginko's foot all the time, probably because the delicate and silky touch was quite comfortable, so he didn't let go.

"Go back." Kiyosuke Hashima let go of his hand.

"……abnormal."

Yinzi retracted his right foot and hummed softly.

"Besides I'm angry."

Kiyosuke Hashima put on a straight face, obviously you stepped on it first, otherwise who would play with your feet for no reason!

"What did you say?" Yinzi was taken aback, but he quickly realized that he grabbed the folding fan and wanted to hit someone again.

"Snapped."