Zongman: Starting from punching in to get Little Doraemon

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“What family…”

Miwako Sato took a sip of black tea, her lilac eyes glanced at the scene in front of the dining table slightly, and she instantly understood the meaning of his words.

Originally, she didn’t have any subtle ideas when she was two people, but after DoraA joined the table, she did become a little like a family of three.

If Kitahara is the role of his father, then he is not…

Thinking of this, she couldn’t help but lower her head and silently ate the rice in the bowl.

Looking at Miwako Sato, who slowly lowered her head to eat, Kitahara smiled.

He could see a little redness at the base of the other’s ear.

After enjoying a rich breakfast, Miwako Sato also brought her own clothes from Kitahara Shun, and after dressing, the two were ready to go to work together.

“Xiao Duola, remember to look after the family, we will go first.”

Picking up the keychain hanging by the doorway, Kitahara turned his head and said to Doraemon, who had already walked to the entrance.

Miwako Sato followed behind him, looking at Doraa with curiosity in her eyes.

Having your own consciousness and being able to watch the house can no longer be described as an intelligent robot, right?

The 980 is literally something that exists in science fiction.

“I see.”

Doraa yawned, nodded and said.

As the two walked out the door, Kitahara also casually opened the door and sat in the main driver’s seat, turning his head sideways and saying to her.

“Let’s go, Miwako.”

“…… Isn’t this the one you drove yesterday night? ”

Looking at the familiar car in front of her, Miwako Sato slowly widened her eyes, and after a slight hesitation, she couldn’t help but ask.

And the Blue Parrot Bar is also some distance from Yonehanamachi 2-chome…

“Don’t worry, we took a taxi back yesterday evening.” Looking at her expression, Kitahara said with a chuckle, “And this car asked someone else to help drive it back.” ”

“So I didn’t drink and drive.”

“This way.”

After listening to his explanation, Miwako Sato couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief.

After all, drunk driving is an extremely serious punishment in any country.

Not to mention that both of them are still made up by the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department.

Thinking so, Miwako Sato also opened the door of the co-driver (CDBC) and sat in, fastened her seat belt, and glanced down at the time on her watch.

It’s just eight o’clock sharp, and it’s still an hour before work.

From Yonaka Town to Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department, it took half an hour at most.

Totally in time.

“Can’t you get up so early to go to work?” Miwako Sato leaned back on the soft chair and teased him with the corners of her mouth lifting, “I don’t know why you have to get stuck in the office every time.” ”

“It’s not because of you.” Kitahara twisted the car keys, turned his head to look at her and said, “You know, I still sleep in bed at this time.” ”

Because of me?

Before Miwako Sato could react, the corners of Kitahara’s mouth rose and continued: “After all, after being held by you and sleeping for a night, it is impossible to sleep well no matter how you think about it.” ”

Held by me… Got a good night’s sleep?

Miwako Sato blinked, and after reacting, her body temperature instantly increased, and the red halo spread from her neck all the way to the tips of her ears.

“I… The two of us slept together yesterday night? ”

Feeling her accelerated heartbeat, she asked with a stumbling voice.

“yes, I almost choked in your arms—”

“Don’t talk about it!”

Kitahara nodded, looked sideways at Miwako Sato, who suddenly covered her blushing cheeks with her hand, and couldn’t help but laugh.

This look of Sato-senpai is really cute enough to make people want to hold it in their arms and knead it well.

Thinking of this, Kitahara reached out and stroked her silky short hair, and then slowly leaned over by himself.

“Miwako.”

“You… What are you doing – hmm! ”

Miwako Sato looked at his close face, and before she could react, she felt a soft touch.

She subconsciously wanted to push away, but after her hand was placed on his shoulder, she gradually gave up the struggle.

Anyway, you can’t push it, just enjoy it directly.

She couldn’t help but think in her heart.

…………

Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department.

“Senior Sato, if we don’t get off the bus soon, the two of us will be late soon.”

Kitahara looked at Miwako Sato, who was panting in the co-pilot, and gently knocked on the window of the car and kindly reminded.

Now he is ten minutes away from work, which is about the same time as he usually goes to the Metropolitan Police Department.

It seems that I can step into the office again today.

“It’s not all blame on you!”

Miwako Sato pushed the car door and looked at him with annoyed eyes.

If he hadn’t come over suddenly, he wouldn’t have arrived at the Metropolitan Police Department at this point in time.

The corners of Kitahara’s mouth rose, and he quipped with a chuckle.

“I didn’t.”

Miwako Sato patted her reddened cheeks, bit her lower lip and glanced at him, then turned and walked towards the gate of the Metropolitan Police Department.

The seniors are really not frank.

Recalling the soft snort she made in the car, Kitahara outlined a smile at the corner of his mouth.

As the two walked from the Metropolitan Police Department to the elevator, Miwako Sato didn’t say another word to him at all, looking as if she was angry.

Kitahara stood on the inside of the elevator, his brown eyes looked at her already red ears, and he couldn’t help but raise his eyebrows.

“Ah—wait, don’t close the elevator yet!”

At the moment when the elevator door was about to close, a nervous female voice suddenly came from not far away.

Miwako Sato subconsciously pressed the door opening button of the elevator, and as the elevator door slowly opened, she couldn’t help but squint her eyes after seeing the familiar figure rushing over.

“Yumi, you went to play mahjong all night again yesterday night, right?”

Looking at the panting Yumi Miyamoto, Miwako Sato sighed helplessly and said.

“Huh, Miwako?”

Miyamoto Yumi was slightly stunned, and then touched her head and laughed.

“No way, after all, there was really nothing to do yesterday, and they came to ask me out to play mahjong… So I didn’t hold back and went. ”

“Speaking of which, why did Miwako come so late today?”

Miyamoto Yumi looked at her with some doubt and asked.

She remembered that Miwako seemed to have never been so late, at least in all her years working in the Metropolitan Police Department, she had never met once.

“…… Because the alarm clock is broken, that’s why it came so late. ”

Hearing Yumi Miyamoto’s question, Mikako Sato looked to the side with a weak look and explained softly.

“Oh, that’s it.”

Miyamoto Yumi nodded thoughtfully, then half-narrowed her eyes with dark circles and tilted her head to look at Kitahara Shun, who was behind her.

These two people… Wrong!.