Famous Detective: I'm Sato Miwako's Informant

night.

Just as Shimabukuro-kunhui finished cooking, she heard the door open and a familiar voice——

"I am back."

"Welcome back."

Shiraishi walked in and looked at Shimabukuro Junhui who was laying the ingredients on the table, took off his coat and put it on the sofa, apologizing:

"I'm really sorry. I originally said that I was here to cook, but I didn't expect to go for so long."

"It's alright, anyway, I leave work early every day, so I have plenty of time for dinner. Having said that, it's really surprising that Miwako didn't come back with you today. What happened to her? ?"

Shimabukuro Junhui was a little worried. After all, she left at noon and said she was going to the hospital, but now Satou Miwako has not come back, so she had to make her think a little.

"Three Five Zeros"

"Uh...she..."

Shiraishi didn't know why at this moment and didn't want to talk about Satou Miwako's pregnancy.

I always felt that the timing might not be right, or that Satou Miwako would be nice to say it.

After thinking about it for a while, he still decided to hide it first. As for how long he can hide it, it depends on the will of God:

"It's nothing, she just has a little stomach discomfort. And it's impossible for her to stay with me all the time, so she went home and lived there."

"I always feel like you're lying to me. It's just such a trivial matter that you don't need to go to the hospital at all."

Shiraishi repair: ...

He only felt a little chill behind him. He didn't expect a woman's sixth sense to be so accurate. It was terrifying just by telling a small lie.

Shiraishi showed a smile: "How can I say this kind of thing... Maybe she thought she had something wrong. After all, Miwako rarely has an upset stomach."

"Oh……"

Shimabukuro Junhui nodded, and felt that it made sense, and came to the freezer: "Xiu, do you want to drink some beer?"

"Drink." Shiraishi nodded.

Shimabukuro Junhui took out a bottle of iced beer, walked over and handed it to him.

"I'm starting." Shiraishi said impatiently, took a sip of beer, picked up his chopsticks, and ate, smiling contentedly at Shimabukuro Junhui.

"It's still so delicious!"

"Xiu, didn't you always say that you can cook, why don't you try it?"

"I'm a professional chef. If I do it once and you like it, then I don't do it every day, it's a loss."

"Bragging." Shiraishi Junhui didn't believe it at all, because it had been a few months, and she had never seen Shiraishi cook once.

If it really did, it might have already been done, so why wait until now.

Shiraishi smiled: "You've worked hard."

Shimabukuro Junhui smiled and said, "You too."

The two of them chatted while eating, talking some interesting things from time to time to pass the time.

Shimabukuro Junhui smiled and said: "Actually, I know a lot of things. For example, when I was in school, I also learned to draw and sing. I feel pretty good. I forgot to tell you. In fact, I also have a certain understanding of football."

"……sharp."

Shiraishi's mouth twitched twice.

He really admires it. The women in front of him are usually quite skilled at what they can say. This is simply the template for the protagonist.

"Haha..." Shimabukuro Junhui smiled. Although she was often praised, every time she heard Shiraishi's praise, she would always be subconsciously happy in her heart, and a smile appeared on her face.

In fact, she was thinking.

It would be nice if the two of them could go on like this forever, and no one would disturb them, and it would always belong to their two-person world.

Shiraishi suddenly said, "Junhui, have you thought about changing jobs?"

Shimabukuro Junhui said puzzled: "What job do you want to change? My job is very good now! Tell you, I was promoted to deputy store manager by the boss we have never met before, and I don't usually work very hard. , just take the money."

Of course I know, because I did it myself.

Shiraishi wasn't afraid of her working hard, so he used his power to help Shimabukuro Junhui to improve the environment, which could also make her a lot easier.

With a smile on his face, he said softly: "I didn't expect such a thing! It seems that your boss has seen the shining point in you and is ready to train you.0"

Shimabukuro Junhui said with a smile: "What is cultivated or not cultivated, it is the same as a big company, but it is a B-level character barbecue restaurant, there is no such exaggeration at all."

Shiraishi felt that he was offended, and suddenly he didn't want to talk about this topic, it was too heart-wrenching.

He is now thinking about whether to arrange a heavier job for this woman, but he is just thinking about it.

Dinner is over.

in the bedroom.

Shiraishi was sitting in front of the window, looking at Xiao Ran's house opposite.

The office on the second floor had already turned off the lights, and it was pitch black, and the lights on the third floor were still on.

soon……

Xiao Ran's bedroom also lit up, and then the curtains were pulled open, and her innocent face appeared in Shiraishi's eyes.

Shiraishi saw Xiao Ran, and Xiao Ran also saw Shiraishi. The two of them were just across the street, they laughed together, and said nothing.

Taking out his mobile phone, Shiraishi hesitated whether to call or send a message, and finally thought about whether to send a message one by one.

【Are you coming back tomorrow? 】

[No, I still want to accompany my mother. Come here occasionally to stay for a night these days! ]

[Then you can take good care of my baby. 】

【Humph! 1

Shiraishi looked at the single 3.9 character, and could feel the anger of the other woman. After thinking about it for a while, he hurriedly typed a paragraph and sent it out one by one.

[Of course, the baby's mother is still the most important, so you still have to take care of yourself. ]

[This is almost the same. 】

Satou Miwako nodded in satisfaction and looked up at the night outside the window.

The stars are shining and the moon is hanging high.

She gently stroked her belly, and also felt it was incredible. She didn't expect a life to be conceived in it. She smiled and murmured:

"Baby, what do you think Dad is doing now. I guess, he must be messing with flowers again. When you grow up, you must not like him, you must be angry with him." Shiraishi didn't know, if he knew In the future, if children are educated before being conceived, they may also take the initiative to join in.