Yumiko almost jumped up, and glared at her mother coquettishly, to be said so.

But the pocket money is really getting less and less recently. It seems that Dad's income has dropped?

Although she looks carefree as a girl, she is sometimes delicate.

It seems that the situation at home is not as good as it used to be, so although the girl is a little distressed about the pocket money issue, but after mentioning it once or twice, seeing her father say nothing, she didn't clamor for it.

I had to play less games with Ye Shan and the others. Anyway, I said that I had to do "Five-Year College Entrance Examination and Three-Year Simulation".

"Oh? Did you have any fun at school?"

Miura house turned around, with his back to his daughter serving the meal.

"That...Mom! That's how it is. My classmate Ha Shan-kun accidentally said that his father and Mr. Hikigaya were classmates in Sobu High School. Isn't that the same class as your father and mother? classmate?"

"Ya Shan? Which Ye Shan?"

Miura House paused with the spatula in his hand, and asked in a curious tone, she couldn't remember for a while.

"It's just... it's called Hayama Hayato. We have a good relationship, so I'm a little curious."

The blond girl suddenly became a little at a loss. Although she thought that her mother was definitely not as conservative as her father and would definitely yell when she played with male classmates, she was still a little nervous.

Really, there is no such thing as puppy love in Japan!

Only first love, okay?

Dad is really old!

"Yumiko, I mean what's the name of your classmate's father? It's been so many years ago, how can you remember it clearly?" Miura House pursed his lips and smiled, without revealing his daughter's little thoughts, so calmly Quietly.

However, the surname "Ya Shan" did remind her of a certain person and a certain image.

"Ha, yes! Hayato's father's name is Masataka Hayama. He seems to be running a law firm. It seems to be at the Yukinoshita Building... I asked Ebina to find out. Does mother know him? The relationship between Uncle Hayama and father Very good, right?"

Youzi breathed a sigh of relief, and said with a sigh of relief.

"Oh! So it's him, what should I say... Your father also knew him, right?"

Miura's house turned around, and actually guessed roughly what his daughter was thinking.

Girl Sichun!

Probably interested in the young man?

"To what extent do we know each other!" Yumiko almost stretched out her arms and turned around in a circle. If her father and Hayama's father are good friends, then the future development of herself and Hayato will not be...

"It's like not being acquainted with each other. In the third year of high school, Ye Shanjun and your uncle Biqigu had an appointment to fight, but when they arrived at the ground, your father kicked him into Tone River. Mom was at the scene. You don't need to show this expression, Ye Shanjun Swimming skills are pretty good, I remember being the Chiba Middle School Student Swimming Champion back then!"

As if thinking of his youth, Miura House covered his mouth and said with a smile.

She also thought of that afternoon, on the river bank where the breeze blew, the sun was setting, and the child's father's foot was in the afterglow of the setting sun!

A little handsome!

Remember what we seemed to do afterwards?

Oh, that's right, I went to eat skewers with Gongsan and Liangping, and after bidding farewell to Liangping, I was dragged in a daze... Ugh!

Mrs. Miura's face twitched slightly, but in an instant, her daughter barely returned to normal.

The beautiful girl with a bright red face seemed to have been poured with ice water from the top of her head to her ankles, her mouth was open and she was speechless.

After being dazed for more than ten seconds, she yelled frantically, grabbed her mother's apron and said, "Okay, even if it's an appointment with Mr. Biqigu, what's dad doing? Why is he so angry! Kill me!!"

"What's the matter? Isn't it normal for boys of sixteen or seventeen years old to fight over girls?"

"Huh? Could it be because of you, Mom?"

After hearing this, Yumiko immediately became imaginative, and stared at her mother's face carefully.

Speaking of which, my mother was a beauty when she was young, and she looked very similar to herself, except for her black hair.

"No way, it's under the snow! Mr. Ye Shan has a little conflict with you, Uncle Bi Qigu, but Liangping is quite innocent... It's all old things, let's not talk about it."

It seemed that it involved other people's privacy, and Miura House said half of what he said, but it made his daughter very uncomfortable.

PS: [Welfare 004] Using a new method this time, when the update is released tomorrow (at least two updates today), I will find the hottest post with the most likes in this chapter (any paragraph), and the speaker will send it to the passer-by heroine A novel (brand new) on how to grow up.

PS2: There is a shortage of books recently, please recommend any interesting books to me (I’m chasing An Yi’s book, I plan to read it after I’m admitted to Tokyo University, and Shimada’s book will be updated too Ma'am slow)!Nothing to see recently 2333333

Chapter 83 That's Because I Really Like It!

"Let's talk! Mom, I'll serve you a meal! Hehe."

Bright-eyed Yuiko Miura graciously snatched the spoon from her mother and pressed the house affectionately against the chair at the dining table.

After serving a large bowl of porridge to Miura's house, she continued: "Tell me what's the matter, since it's all happened so many years ago. I also want to hear the stories of my parents when they were young."

Because of the girl's natural curiosity, she temporarily put aside the fact that her father kicked Hayato's father into Tone River, and tried to listen to the love and hatred between Hayato's father and Mr. Hikigaya ·······

By the way, Yukinoshita?

Why is this surname so familiar?

Is it the home of Yukinoshita, the number one family in the area?

That's the real lady, right?

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