Miss Shimizu's perfect ending

Fujiwara Yuki replied subconsciously, his eyes slowly scanned her from top to bottom, but suddenly realized something.

She pretended to get up from the bed calmly, and while combing her messy hair with her hands, she turned her eyes to the distant window.

With heavy dew and mist, today doesn't seem like a good day.

Fujiwara Yuki coughed twice and said, "Don't sleep next to me next time."

Obviously he made it up by himself!

Shimizu Sakiren complained in her heart and didn't bother with the children, she only made the smile on her face brighter, and replied sweetly: "Okay~"

Looking up, the electronic alarm clock placed on the top of the bookshelf wall shows that the time has reached 06:30.

"It's getting late, I'm going to wash up first, Yuxi. If necessary, I can help you change."

Then Shimizu Misaki put on the luxurious watch that she took off last night and put it on the bedside, and shook it at her, implying that she can call if she needs it.

"You don't have to worry about me... You take all the skin care products on the table and use them first, wash up and go straight to the restaurant."

That set costs hundreds of thousands of yen, and the cat piggy bank that has been saved for three or four years is only about one million yen.

What a generous shot.

Shimizu Sakiren's eyes lit up, and he clasped his hands together in gratitude and said, "Then thank you Yuxi first."

Beautiful girls, the pursuit of beauty never stops!

"Well, it's fine."

Fujiwara Yuki was not in a hurry to wash up, but walked slowly to the window. The morning breeze was in his arms, and he felt refreshed all over.

There are many flowering branches in the dew, and the flower garden in front of me is still in full bloom under the gloomy sky.

There are already early pruners crawling among the flowers, laboriously pruning the miscellaneous green branches.

Those beautiful, gorgeous flowers need care to be beautiful for a long time, just like her...otherwise they will run away and bloom for others like yesterday.

After staying for a few nights, Shimizu Sakiren has a general understanding of this gorgeous and heavy mansion, and can recognize more than half of the corridors extending in all directions.

It's not yet seven o'clock, and the maids have already started today's work.

There are cleaning maids who roll up their sleeves and sweep the room with a feather duster.There are also batches of miscellaneous maids, like schools of migratory salmon, busy carrying large and small bags of miscellaneous goods through the aisle.

In this case, it is inevitable that there will be some recidivists.

Two maids, who were taking a break from their busy schedule, were leaning against a corner where few people noticed and talking in a low voice.

"Recently, there are more and more tasks. It's really annoying to get up early in the morning and move things."

"Me too. I heard that I have to get up at two o'clock in the morning on Saturday and start setting up the venue. I can't even sleep."

"Ah? When did you get the news?"

"I heard from the three groups that the eldest lady's birthday party will be held earlier."

"Why? She doesn't have her birthday this month."

"I guess it's time for a new term. Isn't the second lady's father, Fujiwara Kouji, the son of Niyu の 妮 (referring to the married man)? He wanted to get the approval of the head of the family, so he held the banquet in advance, and wanted to find someone for a political marriage, right? "

"You can't say that, if someone hears it, you will be fired..."

"What's the matter? Isn't this something that has been spread in the Fujiwara family?"

"Your mouth! One day you will cause trouble..."

The maid who was leaning against the wall and talking suddenly stopped, silently looking at the blond girl passing by.

This was a beautiful girl they had never seen in the Fujiwara mansion, with noble blond hair, clear blue pupils, and a school uniform made of the same material as Second Miss.

Presumably, it should be Miss Second's friend, the only friend in the legend who stayed overnight at Fujiwara's house - Miss Shimizu.

The short maid next to her came to her senses and slapped herself fiercely, and quickly bowed and stuttered to apologize: "I'm sorry, Miss Shimizu, I..."

"Huh? Is there anything I need to apologize for? Go ahead." The girl didn't make things difficult for them, she just greeted them with a faint smile, and then walked away quietly like a drifting cloud.

Shimizu Sakiren inadvertently thought about it—why even the humble maid knew her.

Because the point of the matter is that Fujiwara Yuki's birthday will be brought forward.

As the proud daughter of heaven, it will be the first time for her to be used as a commodity by her own father. She will be polished and put on the shelves of commodities with clearly marked prices.

Began to be judged at will by those mediocrity.

Her painstaking efforts were all trampled underfoot.

In fact, she worked harder and climbed harder than anyone else.

Maybe Yuxi doesn't know about this at the moment... How painful would it be if she knew?

Now Youxi's personality has not changed for the better, but has become more cloudy and uncertain. Even the self-control she is proud of has been affected by herself and the system bug.

When the system was in place before, Youxi could barely escape from here, what about the future?How can the future self help Yuxi to fight against a behemoth like the Fujiwara family?

Have no idea.

The crescent white of Shimizu Sakiren's fingertips embedded into the flesh of the palm, leaving a deep dent, and she once again felt her own uselessness.

I always submit to the big stick waved by fate, and I am a waste who thinks about escaping before doing anything.

Useless waste.

The cloud outside the window began to turn into continuous drizzle and fell pattering down, which wet the ground and also wet my heart.

As the rain continued, Shimizu Sakiren pushed open the door of the restaurant with a solemn mood, and he didn't even have the strength to fake a smile.

"What do you want to eat today?"

Fujiwara Yuki asked casually, she seemed to be in a good mood today, she was sitting in her old position, peeling a white and tender egg.

"Everything is fine." Shimizu Sakiren walked up to Fujiwara Yuki and sat down, answering with a weak voice.

There was still a table full of hearty breakfasts, but Shimizu Sakiren had lost the mood to eat.

"Are you unhappy?" Fujiwara Yuki clapped his hands to shake off the broken eggshells, then took the initiative to lean in front of Shimizu Sakiren, looked down at her with some puzzlement and asked, "Why?"

"Not unhappy."

Shimizu Sakiren suddenly didn't have the courage to face Fujiwara Yuki's direct gaze, his eyelids and eyelashes seemed to be wet from the rain, and he couldn't lift them up, so he could only look down at the bowl of porridge with seven herbs in front of him.

Yuxi ordered the kitchen to make it...

Although seven herb porridge is the last food of the New Year, it is a traditional stomach medicine in Japan.

"Liar."

"No."

Shimizu Sakiren raised his arm with difficulty, picked up a spoon to stir the hot air, took a small mouthful and began to eat like chewing dry grass.

Fujiwara Yuki has been standing firmly by his side, crossing his hands, his eyes fell on Shimizu Sakiren, watching the girl take two bites before putting down the spoon, frowning in displeasure.

She pressed the hand that put down the spoon, leaned down and looked at Shimizu Sakiren with burning eyes and asked, "Have you ever been to Hoshino?"

"It's a ski resort. My father mentioned it before, but I haven't been there."

Hoshino is a ski resort located in Hokkaido. It has a good reputation in recent years, and Shimizu Sakiren has also heard of it.

Because in the plot, her father Shimizu Makoto always said when he came home, "Next time we have a rest, let's take mom to Hoshino for skiing."

It is a pity that year after year, thick snow fell layer after layer, and this father whose life was occupied by work never fulfilled his promise once.

there has never been.

"That's great, let's go skiing at Hoshino tomorrow."

Fujiwara Yuki suddenly burst into a bright smile, a smile from the bottom of his heart without a hint of mockery, all the coldness about the flower of high coldness melted away, and he became a shining star in the sky shining in his eyes.

"But tomorrow... there is still class."

"I don't want to go to class."

"Then go."

Shimizu Sakiren couldn't resist her, she lowered her eyes to avoid Fujiwara Yuki's eyes and agreed.

"Can you ski?" Fujiwara Yuki held Shimizu Sakiko's hand holding a spoon, and began to feed Shimizu Sakiko in a way of teaching children to eat.

"I do not know."

When Fujiwara Yu%8 covered her with his cold hand, the ambiguous feeling at the beginning was no longer there, and it only made people feel a sense of caring.

"Then I'd like to see you falling on all fours in a mess."

Fujiwara Yuki teased Shimizu Sakiren again, it was still a bad taste, still a mockery, but it started to soften.

She is trying to please herself...

Also, I'm not shy at all when I touch it.

Shimizu Sakiren didn't answer, just hummed, looked at the spoon hovering in front of her mouth, hesitated and finally took a bite of the seven herb porridge fed by Fujiwara Yuki.

"Why are you so depressed? I didn't take you to go skiing, why are you not happy at all?"

"No, I like it."

"How about we go to Universal Studios, Tokyo Disneyland, or Tokyo Tower?"

"Just see which one Yuxi likes."

"Saki Koi!" Fujiwara Yuki finally couldn't bear such a gloomy atmosphere, she called out the girl's name loudly, her tone was serious but with a sense of comfort.

"I don't want you to have such an attitude when you were a personal maid. Please face up to my needs. Now please let me see your sincerity in fulfilling the contract."

When it came to the end, he returned to his previous domineering style, and demanded word by word:

"This, is, the lord's, man's, order, order."

At the same time, he scooped up a spoon full of seven herb porridge, and the edge of the spoon was close to Shimizu Sakurei's cherry-colored lips.

Although this is a mandatory requirement of Fujiwara Yuki, it is like an encouraging booster, bringing a little comfort to Shimizu Sakiren.

Youxi, she was not born with such a bad personality.

Up to now, I still care about myself, and I still send out signals of longing for relief.

She deserves to be freed from this, and should go on to live the life she wants to live.

How can I shrink back because of powerlessness?

Hadn't the decision been made that day before the rushing traffic?If you want to escape, you can just turn into the meat under the wheel.

So run, even if there is no result.

Shimizu Sakiren licked the seven herb porridge off the spoon like a kitten eating, finally looked up at her, and said:

"Youxi, let's go skiing."

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sry wrote so late today, I'm sorry, a new colleague in the group made a mistake, which caused our whole group to work overtime urgently until after ten o'clock in the evening.

No way, I don't have time to code words, so I dragged it so late (bow)

Tomorrow, I will release Xiaokui Fanwai ordered by Xiaobaijin as an apology. I ask my family members to forgive me, keep Masai private, and I will update it sooner next time.

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Volume 66: Chapter 62 Chapter [-] She and Her and Her Shura Field

As Shimizu Misaki raised her head, the cloud that shrouded the girl's head finally dissipated.

The dense rain splashed on the window sill, and the sonorous rain music passed through the spotless glass into the house, bringing the joy of moistening everything, from dull to bright.

"Then you have to prepare ointments and band-aids. You are so delicate. If you fall and hurt yourself, you can walk back with your ski poles. Anyway, no one will answer you if you ask for help."

Fujiwara Yuki's mouth was not forgiving, and the corners of his mouth were curled downwards, but his eyes were full of water, and joy turned into dazzling light and overflowed from it.

"Then will you teach me how to ski then?"

"will not."

She refused, but scooped up another spoonful of seven herb porridge, then raised her chin to signal Shimizu Sakiren to continue eating.

People always like duplicity, but Shimizu Sakiren thinks that sometimes such duplicity is not bad.

A bowl of porridge was eaten under her supervision for an unprecedented time.