My love life with the Yuanzu singer

Chapter 88 Don't Have Strange Ideas
As a veteran driver who has been driving for more than 20 years, his mother Akiko drove him steadily and fast. It took him just over an hour to send him downstairs to the apartment in Tokyo. His mother also went upstairs to visit his temporary residence. She said she was satisfied with the environment of the apartment, but it was not clean enough and there was a lot of dust in the house.

From his mother and Nakamori Akina, Kimura Hiroshi felt the extreme pursuit of the cleanliness of the home environment by some neon women. Make amends with the sisters, after all, I missed the appointment.

Sending his mother to the car, before leaving, his mother Akiko said to him, "If a girl wants to be serious with you, then you have to take her seriously, you know?"

Unexpectedly, his mother would say such a thing, Kimura Hiroshi was stunned, and asked curiously, "How do you know that I am going to see a girl?"

"Ah, you kid have never been nervous about male friends since you were a child, but when you were in the third grade of elementary school, a female classmate fell and hurt you, and you rushed to the hospital to see her." Mother Mingzi said through everything, these Hiroshi Kimura doesn't remember the things when he was a child, whether it is the current him or the previous one.

"Okay, without further ado, let's go and see them. If it's really serious, you must go to the hospital?" His mother gave her final instructions, and Kimura Hiroshi agreed seriously.

Watching his mother's car go away, Hiroshi Kimura returned to the apartment and saw that it was past four o'clock in the afternoon. He didn't rush to leave immediately. Instead, he made dinner first, put it in a lunch box, and brought the food from his hometown. After finishing the basket of strawberries he just picked, he set off for Akina Nakamori's apartment.

When I came to the door of the apartment and rang the doorbell, Akina Nakamori's slightly hoarse voice came from inside, "Did you forget to bring the key, Miss Kiko, you are really careless."

While talking, he came over and opened the door, but as soon as he opened the door, he saw the tall figure of Kimura Hiroshi, who was smiling and holding the lunch box and basket in his hand, shaking in front of her.

"Ah, it's Kimura-san, why are you here?" Nakamori Akina didn't expect Kimura Hiroshi to appear here at this time, and she almost shouted out happily, so scared that Kimura Hiroshi hurriedly squeezed into the apartment from her side. If someone finds out, that's okay, I guess Akina Nakamori will move overnight.

Knowing that she was too excited and lost her composure, Akina Nakamori quickly covered her mouth and smiled awkwardly, with an unconcealable happiness in her smile.

Putting the things in his hand on the shoe cabinet in the entrance, Kimura Hiroshi reached out and lifted the bangs on Nakamori Akina's forehead, touched his forehead, and touched his own with the other hand. It was a little hot, obviously still having a fever, and still Not a low-grade fever.

"What's going on, why is the temperature still so high after taking the medicine, why don't you go to the hospital?" If the fever continues like this, people will be burnt stupid soon.

Feeling the temperature of Kimura Hiroshi's palm, Nakamori Akina did not answer Kimura Hiroshi's words, but suddenly leaned into Kimura Hiroshi's arms, and then reached out to hug his waist.

This time, Hiroshi Kimura did not open his arms like before, and let Akina Nakamori hold her. He responded, stretched out his arms to hug her, and Akina Nakamori leaned closer in his arms, because he realized that Akina Nakamori was holding her in his arms. Sometimes weak, she needs some energy and support.

It seemed that she was very greedy for Hiroshi Kimura's embrace, and Akina Nakamori didn't want to get up for a long time. Looking at the dinner on the shoe cabinet, it was going to be cold in a while, Hiroshi Kimura couldn't let her continue to hug her like this.

"Eat first, otherwise it will be cold, if you like, hug after eating." Kimura Hiroshi said to Nakamori Akina in his arms.

But she was sick like a child, she leaned in his arms and shook her head vigorously, but she didn't want to get up, so Kimura Hiroshi had no choice but to drag her, picked up the lunch box on the shoe cabinet and returned There are strawberries, and they slowly move towards the table in the living room, and they can't even change their shoes.

On the table, Hiroshi Kimura saw a lot of fashion magazines, including women's clothing, and many of them were about men's clothing. There were records beside it. Kimura Hiroshi saw his name on it, saying that his figure should be suitable for Europe and the United States. The men's clothing over there is more fitting, and the names of many high-end men's clothing brands and specialty stores are written.

It seems that I am not idle at home when I am sick. I am still studying clothing, not only my own, but also his. I am really busy. Should I be confused when I have a fever? How can I still think about things? The brain is quite smart, not stupid.

Nakamori Akina, who was enjoying Kimura Hiroshi's warm and firm embrace, noticed that Kimura Hiroshi stopped by the table. She suddenly thought of something, screamed, and quickly broke away from Kimura Hiroshi's arms, hurriedly tidying up the things on the table , because on those papers, besides the clothing information, there were also a lot of Kimura Hiroshi's name, but it was covered.

If this was discovered, it would be a real embarrassment, so Akina Nakamori had to put it away quickly, and blushed while observing Hiroshi Kimura's expression to make sure he had discovered it.

As if he didn't see it, Hiroshi Kimura put the lunch box on the table, and took out the dinner he had made from it. It was for two people, because he didn't eat dinner either.

"All the dishes prepared today are very appetizing. If you are sick, you may lose your appetite, but if you don't eat, your recovery will be slower, so please eat more, Akina-san." Said Nakamori Akina who put away the things.

After hiding her secret well, Akina Nakamori breathed a sigh of relief, and hurried back to the table. There were four dishes on it, sweet and sour pork tenderloin, sweet and sour appetizer, fried cabbage with shredded pork with green pepper, slightly spicy, she I like to eat spicy, boiled shrimp, so it must be served with soy sauce and wasabi. The last is a relatively light seaweed egg drop soup, which is not good.

Smelling the aroma of the food, Akina Nakamori felt that the soreness caused by the fever had eased a little, and said exaggeratedly, "How many Chinese dishes Kimura-san can cook? I have seen dozens of them. Could it be that there are hundreds of them? If you eat like this every day, you won’t be able to finish it for a few years, right?”

"Hey, hello, do you want me to cook in the future? It's too much. Even a housewife should have time to rest." Kimura Hiroshi condemned Akina Nakamori's thoughts.

Unexpectedly, when he said this, Akina Nakamori became happier. He took the rice handed over by Hiroshi Kimura, and said with a smile, "Does Kimura-san say this because he wants to live with me in the future? Or does he want to live after marriage?"

Terrific, Hiroshi Kimura just didn't want to cook too frequently, just as a metaphor, this girl has automatically transferred to the matter of who should cook if the two of them live together.

He raised his chopsticks and knocked Nakamori Akina on the head, "Don't have strange thoughts, the most important thing now is to recuperate well, you are already sick like this, and you still think about strange things, really, you have to teach yourself a lesson a bit."

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　　ps: Thank you Gunmeng Zhizhi for your reminder, there will be no more disputes in the future, a hundred people have a hundred opinions!

　　
　
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