No One Knows Ke Xue Better Than Me

This is a bit of an exaggeration, but it's all from the bottom of my heart.

Suzuki Qiaoqiao held back his smile and turned around and joked:

"Don't be angry, Shiho, Daddy loves you."

Miyano Shiho suddenly felt his cheeks get hot, and his ears turned red.

She wanted to look up and glared, but she didn't dare to make eye contact with Qiao Qiao.

He had no choice but to kneel on the seat, looking out the rear window of the same cookie-cutter scenery.

……

"Sir, here we are."

As the sun went down, the taxi arrived in Shizuoka Prefecture at [-]:[-].

While he was paying, Miyano Shiho came down from the back door without saying a word.

Suzuki Qiaoqiao stood at the door of the professor's house and rang the doorbell.

"Ding dong~"

It rang three times in a row, and a middle-aged woman opened the door.

This person is Hirota Masaki's wife, Hirota Toshiko.

"Is that Mr. Suzuki?"

"Yes."

Hirota Toshiko smiled and greeted:

"I've already heard about you, sir, come in."

She led the two to her husband's study:

"Old man, Mr. Suzuki is here!"

Hirota Toshiko knocked several times, but there was no response.

Suzuki Takashi was puzzled and asked:

"Has Professor Hirota gone out?"

"I don't think so. He has several guests today, and he will tell me in advance if he wants to go out. He usually likes to drink a little wine, but he probably fell asleep after drinking too much. I'm really sorry."

"No, no, we're the ones who bothered me." Qiao Qiao waved his hand and explained, "I'll find a hotel nearby tonight and come back to visit tomorrow morning. If it's convenient, you can write down my cell phone number."

"Okay, no problem, I'll let you know as soon as he wakes up."

After exchanging numbers, the two left the professor's house.

Looking at the darkening sky, Qiao Qiao started running a train:

"Let's go, let's open a room."

Miyano Shiho folded his arms and rolled his eyes at him:

"Please, don't say anything weird."

"What's so weird? If we don't open a room to sleep, are we sleeping on the street tonight?"

Suzuki Qiaoqiao is logically rigorous, and his rebuttal is well-founded.

Miyano Shiho knew that he couldn't say anything, so he chose to shut up.

The two walked across the street and entered a hotel with a decent decoration.

"Hello, is there any room available?"

The young lady at the front desk was eating melon seeds and was busy checking the roster:

"I'm sorry, sir, there is only one big bed room."

Miyano Shiho's eyes were a little subtle, but he didn't say anything.

"That's it, then I'll go look elsewhere."

As a gentleman, how can you take advantage of others?

If you want to take advantage of it, you have to wait until it gets bigger.

Suzuki Joe Bridge left the hotel and took her to the next one.

Surprisingly, there is also only one queen room here.

When the young lady at the front desk saw the handsome guy, her eyes lit up and persuaded:

"There is a large market in Shizuoka these days, and there are a lot of people staying there. Sir, if you want to go elsewhere, you may not have a room."

"Is that so." Qiao Qiao looked to his side and asked inquiringly, "The daughter, will you make do with sleep tonight?"

Miyano Shiho's eyes were icy cold, with a cold indifference that refused to be seen from thousands of miles away.

He made fun of himself and turned to look at the front desk:

"Excuse me, is there a sofa in the double room?"

"Sir, yes, yes, but your height is probably not enough to sleep."

"Also, do you have a mat here? I'll just lay the floor."

"Yes." The lady at the front desk blushed and twisted her posture: "Actually... I still have an empty bed in my room."

With the autumn wave in her eyes, the implication is too obvious.

In the world of adults, good looks and preferential treatment.

Miyano Shiho had a cold face and proposed to Qiaoqiao:

"Isn't there a room in that house before? Otherwise, I will sleep here, and you will sleep there."

The handsome guy in front of him was about to leave, and the lady at the front desk hurriedly held it back:

"It doesn't matter, she sleeps in the queen room, and you sleep in my room. It's better to have someone to take care of if you stay closer."

Miyano Shiho frowned, as if a jar had been knocked over in his heart.

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Chapter 088 The Prince of Police, Mr. Jiuyi Qiao

In the face of others, how could Shiho Miyano admit defeat?

The Oscar-winning actress went online instantly, and her eyes turned red when she said it was red.

She pulled Lacho Bridge's trousers and said aggrievedly:

"It's too dark at night, I sleep alone and I'm scared."

His emotions were just right, and he responded as a little girl should.

Suzuki Qiaoqiao laughed and continued:

"Then, are you still angry with your father?"

Hey, don't go too far.

While the front desk was not paying attention, Miyano Shiho glared at him.When the other party's line of sight moved over, his expression quickly returned to normal:

"No... no more."

Suzuki Qiaoqiao found that it was very fun to tease her:

"Then call me daddy obediently, and I'll sleep with you at night."

The lady at the front desk raised her hand and seemed a little hesitant to speak.

Miyano Shiho saw his complacent appearance and hated his teeth.

She stepped on Suzuki Qiaoqiao shoes and cursed:

"Fool!"

After speaking, he turned around and walked into the corridor.

Suzuki Qiaoqiao likes her like this, can't stand her and can't kill herself:

"What's the hurry, I haven't got the door key yet."

"..."

Seeing that the handsome guy was determined to pay attention, the lady at the front desk knew that there was no drama.

She looked at the direction of the corridor and smiled reluctantly:

"Your daughter is very temperamental."

"Haha, yes, just coax it. Please open a room with a big bed, thank you."

"Ok."

The lady at the front desk registers the identity information and finds the corresponding door key.

She had some kind of expectation in her heart, and she was still making the last effort when she handed in:

"I get off work at twelve o'clock, and the room number is 404. If you can't sleep, you can come to me and play with anything."

In the middle of the night, a man and a woman must be playing...

Checkers!

There is one less person fighting landlords and two less people playing mahjong.

Entering the double room, Suzuki Qiaoqiao pressed the light switch.

He leaned over to Miyano Shiho with a smile on his face:

"Are you really angry?"

The latter folded his arms and sat on the bed without answering.

Before Qiao Qiao could be further comforted, the phone suddenly rang.

Check the caller ID, it is an unfamiliar number: