Tokyo's most affectionate

Indeed, even if it is just a formal freedom, which allows her to abandon her identity as a maid and live as a human being, it is an extremely precious hope for her.

"Don't interfere with each other...after marriage, we don't care about her, and she doesn't care about us, does that mean?"

After thinking about it, Shifengyuan Mirai confirmed it.

"That's pretty much it."

Kurosawa Hikaru thought about it and nodded.

This matter must be resolved. If the problem of the maid leaking information is not solved, we will always be under surveillance in the future and will not be able to be free.

"So, the maid's problem has been solved?"

When Sifengyuan Mirai thought about what happened this morning, her heartbeat suddenly quickened despite her already happy mood.

If the maid becomes her own person, she can do a lot of things she wants.

"That's half the problem. You should be nicer to her and pay more attention to her."

Kurosawa Mitsuru nodded slightly, and thinking of the maid's injury, he also gave some advice.

"I've always been very nice to her."

Shifengyuan Mirai naturally understood this principle. Even if he knew that the maid was not one of his own, he could not be too drastic and force the other party to stand on the opposite side.

"Did you know she was injured?"

"She's hurt?"

"Haven't I practiced martial arts? Then I saw her today and I realized that although she didn't seem to have any injuries on the surface, her walking posture was not natural. She must have been injured, but it was covered up by the maid costume."

"Is there really a follow-up punishment?"

Realizing this, Shifengyuan Mirai frowned.

In fact, she had been keeping an eye on the maid since that day at the martial arts hall.

However, Sayaka Akai didn't show anything unusual, so it was useless for her to observe even if she wanted to.

"It has already happened. There is no way to change it, but it can still be made up for. After all, she was punished because of us."

Kurosawa Mitsuru felt a sense of guilt about this matter.

"I'll see if I can do something when I get back tonight."

Shifengyuan Mirai noticed his thoughts and nodded.

"That's fine."

Kurosawa Hikaru felt relieved when he saw that she was going to do something on his behalf.

"Speaking of which, there is something I want to tell you."

After the matter was settled, Shifengyuan Mirai looked at him, thought for a moment, and then spoke.

"what?"

Kurosawa Hikaru noticed that she looked quite serious, as if she had something important to say.

"My parents want to see you... on Tuesday when you come to your tutoring class."

Shifengyuan Mirai took a deep breath and said.

"real or fake?"

Kurosawa Hikaru's expression froze, hoping she was joking.

What's going on? This is a meeting with the parents.

"of course it's true."

"Why do they want to see me?"

Realizing that this was true, Kurosawa Hikaru suddenly felt a little nervous.

"I don't know the specific reason, but Grandpa has talked to them, and they should know about you... But you don't have to be afraid. Grandpa gave you the family head's business card before, which means that Grandpa is very satisfied with you and will definitely not say anything bad about you."

Shifengyuan Mirai shook his head and comforted her while explaining.

"So, is this a good meeting?"

Kurosawa Hikaru thought about it and felt relieved.

"Yes, but you'd better be mentally prepared."

Seeing that he was relaxing, Shifengyuan reminded him for the sake of future safety.

Chapter 290: Combining Work and Rest

"What do you mean by being mentally prepared?"

Kurosawa Hikaru always felt that she was hiding something from her words, and became alert.

"You have met my mother. Do you have any special impression of her?" Shifengyuan Mirai asked instead of answering.

"let me see……"

In response to this question, Kurosawa Mitsuru seemed to be thinking about something and began to recall.

In fact, he has only met his future mother once, during a job interview last year.

While trying hard to recall, Kurosawa Hikaru looked at Shifengyuan Mirai in front of him, and his memory and appearance gradually overlapped.

"Her breasts are huge."

As he stared, Kurosawa Hikaru lowered his gaze and looked at her chest which was covered by the breast protector.

"Do you prefer big to small?"

Feeling this gaze and sight, Shifengyuan Mirai's expression froze, and then he asked.

“I like the small one too.”

In response to this question, Kurosawa Mitsuru immediately said.

"is it?"

When Shifengyuan Mirai heard this answer, his expression was very subtle.

"Have you forgotten that I couldn't let go of it just now?" Facing her doubt, Kurosawa Mitsuru simply said.

"Right."

Shifengyuan Mirai's pretty face turned slightly red, she rolled her eyes at him, and then nodded.

"Your size is actually quite big."

Kurosawa Hikaru looked at her chest, which seemed to have no shape or shape because it was covered by the hakama and the breastplate, and added.

This is the truth. Although the Kyudo Hakama is a Kyudo uniform, it also belongs to the category of kimonos. This kind of clothes has a characteristic, that is, it has no requirements on the body shape, but it makes people look taller and thinner when worn, and can cover the body curves.

Maybe it seems like nothing now, but in fact, the future is quite promising.

"They say this is inherited. In a few years, I'll be like my mother."

Sifengyuan Mirai didn't agree with this statement at all. How could she not know whether it was big or small? But she also encouraged herself.

She really cared about this matter, because around her, whether it was her mother or the maid Sayaka Akai, they all had extremely proud hearts.

In her opinion, breasts, as a girl’s secondary sexual characteristic, are one of the most important charms.

However, in recent years, her development in this area seems to have been blocked, and she has made little progress, which is hard not to worry about.

"Most definitely."

Seeing her comforting herself, Kurosawa Hikaru nodded in agreement.

It seems that the size and dimensions of Oppein will be a minefield for the future.

It's normal to think about it. After all, her appearance, figure, temperament, skills, and background are basically perfect...she only has this one shortcoming.

In fact, she doesn't have a flat chest, but has quite a nice figure, just a little smaller than Yuki.

"Is this the only impression you have of my mother?"

Shifengyuan Mirai calmed down, felt a little embarrassed when he thought about his previous gaffe, and then became speechless.

"You asked me what impression I had. Actually, I don't have any impression because I only met her once... During the interview, she didn't talk to me much. It was the maid who talked to me. My impression of her was that she was very beautiful and gentle, just like a lady from a wealthy family."

In response to her complaints, Kurosawa Mitsuru smiled bitterly and spread his hands.

This is the truth. He has very little impression of his future mother. The only impression she gives is that she is noble, dignified, generous and beautiful, just like the kind of wealthy wife that only appears in TV dramas.

In this world, people meet each other only once in their lifetime, just like seeing each other by chance on the street, and then never have any intersection again, and may not even remember each other's existence.

After more than a year, he had forgotten what his future mother looked like.

If there is one thing that makes a lasting impression, it is this physical feature.

"Very gentle..."

After learning his opinion, Shifengyuan Mirai was thoughtful.

"Don't you think it's not gentle?" Kurosawa Hikaru found her reaction intriguing.

"My itinerary was arranged by her, what do you think?" Shifengyuan Mirai nodded and reminded.

"I almost forgot about this..." Kurosawa Mitsuru suddenly came to his senses.

Although he had a good impression of me at first, it was only a one-time encounter after all, and one can never know a person's heart by his appearance.

"Let me tell you my conclusion. My parents are both very difficult people. I hope everything goes well on that day."

Shifengyuan Mirai nodded slightly and said.

"Don't worry, I will find a way to solve it. You don't have to worry about them."

Seeing her concerns, Kurosawa Hikaru also comforted her.

"I'm just worried that your relationship will sour... You have a good personality, but they don't."

Faced with his tolerance, Shifengyuan Mirai couldn't help but sigh.

Although she can be high-spirited and confident in many things, she is helpless when it comes to her family.

"I'll just take it one step at a time. What if they all like me very much?"

Kurosawa Hikaru is very optimistic about this and hopes she is so.

"You're right." Shifengyuan Mirai wanted to say something, but when she noticed his attitude, she restrained her thoughts and nodded.

"This is the right thing to do."

Seeing that she was no longer obsessed with this topic, Kurosawa Mitsuru reached out and held her in his arms.

Following this action, Shifengyuan Mirai subconsciously looked at the maid.

However, Sayaka Akai just watched and did not interfere or stop it.

I've even given him half an hour to be alone with me, so this is nothing.

“It would be nice if it could always be like this.”

Realizing that she wouldn't stop him, Shifengyuan Mirai leaned her head on his shoulder and smiled.

"Certainly possible."

Kurosawa Hikaru sensed her hope and spoke softly.

The two of them snuggled together, chatting with each other, and they seemed to be in a relaxed and happy mood.

However, this kind of chat time did not last too long. As other students arrived at the dojo around 1pm, the chat ended.

Although these students are all family members, they are still too thin-skinned to hug each other in front of others.

……

At night, after returning home, Kurosawa Hikaru took a shower and lay on the bed playing with his mobile phone.

He was video chatting with Yuki Ichinose as usual.

"Brother Guang, good evening."

As the video call was connected, Ichinose Yuki's figure appeared on the phone, and he waved his hand in a very happy greeting.