"Touch! Touch!" The so-called paper fireworks exploded, and colorful strips of paper slowly fell while rotating.

"Happy birthday! Mikako!" The blessings of men and women were mixed together.

"You..." Mikako Sato was a little surprised and looked at the scene in front of her dullly.

"What are you two doing?" Perhaps because of the lack of people, Mikako Sato was displeased and angry, frowned and sighed in a dissatisfied tone.

It is Sunday morning, and Sato Mikako's birthday party will be held tonight. Now Mizumatsu and Mizuma Yumi are helping to decorate the party's home at the party.

As for the old-fashioned plot of making everyone pretend not to remember Mikako's birthday, and then secretly preparing for the party after spending her, it seems that they had already played before Mizumatsu joined the Metropolitan Police Department.

"Don't be angry! Because I don't know the effect of these colored fireworks. What if they are not easy to use or not easy to use?" Miyamoto Yumi said with a smile.

"Yes, anyway, I have left the spare part, so it doesn't matter if I try it first. Should Mikako try one too?" Mizumatsu said, holding a used fireworks bucket, and while talking, he looked around to see where to throw garbage.

"That's true! I just swept the floor clean!" Mikako was so angry that she jumped straight at the indifferent look of these two guys.

"Anla, we will clean it up." Miyamoto Yumi clasped her hands together and said with a smile.

Sato Mikako wanted to continue her attack, and just then Sato Mikako's mother came in and interrupted her.

"Don't be busy with the kids, have some snacks."

Mizumatsu was a little amused and laughed. She prepared snacks at just about the morning. In fact, she was the one who was busy the most.

However, Mizumatsu felt that time was not suitable, but some people thought it was suitable.

"Okay, okay!" Yumi Miyamoto's eyes emitted light, staring at the snacks brought by Aunt Sato.

"This year, you two will help Mikako clean up." Aunt Sato looked at Mizumamoto Yumi with a smile, and glanced at Mizumatsu.

"Haha..." Mizumatsu blushed a little, but it seemed that Mikako Sato hadn't told Aunt Sato about their relationship, and Mizumatsu wouldn't have explained this before.

"Who is lazy, as soon as I said I came to help me pack my things today, I said there was a cram school today, I just wanted to be lazy!" Miyamoto Yumi stuffed her mouth like a fat hamster, and then squeezed out a few words from her mouth bulging with her cheeks.

"Creation class? Is he a student? Graduate student?" Mizumamoto Yumi's boyfriend Mizumamoto had met before. After the case where Takagi and Mizumamoto Yumi pretended to be the bride and groom, Mizumamoto Yumi's boyfriend misunderstood Mizumamoto and Yumi Mizumamoto. In Mizumamoto's impression, he was a man with a sloppy and ungrateful look, but his eyes were full of shining light.

"What is he doing?" Yumi Miyamoto looked up at the ceiling and recalled, making Mizumatsu worried that she would choke: "I forgot again, but it is definitely not a student. If I dated a student, I would definitely feel guilty!"

"Then what cram school he went to?" Mizumatsu became a little gossiped.

"It seems to be a cram school, it seems to be talking about guidance or something." Yumi Miyamoto seemed to be unable to recall it: "He seemed to have said something about the competition, but he looked weak and might not be an athlete, right?"

"Are you talking about Yumi's boyfriend?" Aunt Sato seemed to be interested in the topics of the two: "I remember last time I saw Yumi walking with that young man, right? Her long hair looks like she is doing art."

Yumi Miyamoto remembered this: "It's entirely because Kokichi is too lazy. After the aunt told me last time, I cut his hair."

For no reason, Mizumatsu remembered that when he saw Yumei's boyfriend last time, the unruly weed was still the kind that had been gnawed.

Mikako Sato suddenly slapped his palms and said, "Ha! I said why did he look so weird last time, it turned out to be yours!" As a best friend, Mikako Sato naturally had met Yumi's boyfriend.

"What is weird?" Yumi Miyamoto shouted aggrievedly: "Is it obviously avant-garde fashion elements okay?" The most terrifying thing about aesthetic failure is that the parties involved are not consciously.

"Fashion?" Sato Mikako didn't say much, but her shocked and incredible eyes had already expressed her opinions to the fullest.

"What does it mean!" Miyamoto Yumi quit: "It's obviously Mikako, you don't understand fashion! You still have such rustic short hair!"

"Tu?" When he heard this word, Mikako Sato was unhappy.

"That's it! Mizuma, you should change Mikako's hairstyle to be beautiful?" Mikamamoto Yumi, who suddenly became very aggressive, burned the war on Mikamatsu.

Mizumatsu was stunned by Mizuma Yumi's question. She should have answered the unwanted answer immediately without thinking, but the appearance of Miwako, who had changed her hairstyle, appeared in her mind.

Miwako with long hair and waist...

Miwako of ponytail...

Miwako with shawl hair...

Miwako with wavy curly hair...

Miwako with a bow-tie headdress...

Miwako with cat ear hairpins...

There are so many Mikako floating in front of Moon's eyes, and some strange scenes are mixed in.

In fact, there are so many of these scenes that don’t require Mizumatsu to repair them. He has actually seen many of them. Yes, they are plainclothes tasks and wigs.

Because of short hair, it is easier to wear wigs, or because Miwako is one of the few female police officers in the entire Metropolitan Police Department who can be used as a female police officer. In short, Mizumaki can often see the image of Miwako's plain clothes becoming a trend in the streets, not to mention that the hairstyles are naturally diverse. It can be said that the male props in the casual props in the Metropolitan Police Department are used by all police officers, and the female props are used by Miwako.

But even so, Mizumatsu still fell into his imagination, with all kinds of beauty in his eyes spinning.

"Hey hey!" One of Mikako suddenly moved.

Mizumatsu blinked, and he did move.

"It's coming back to the sense of consciousness!" It was a blonde Mikako, who opened her mouth and screamed, and there was a trend of increasing growth.

No! It's not getting bigger, but getting closer!

"Wow!" Mizumatsu looked at Mikako's face, who was so close to her, not the one in her fantasy, but the real person.

"Have you finally come back to your senses? Is my hairstyle so hard for you to evaluate?" Sato Mikako asked very angrily. It was obvious that Mizumatsu's reaction to no answer for a long time made her very upset.

"No, no..." Mizumatsu knew that she had caused trouble, so she waved her hands repeatedly, and while making her body back, she scraped her stomach and thought about what reason to use to evade Mikako.

"It's really not suitable to wear a crown." Turning his eyes to Mikako Sato's refreshing short hair, Mizumatsu said in a desperate situation.

"What?" Mikako Sato was stunned, and her fist, which was about to take action, froze in the air.

How did I put a crown on my princess? Mizumaki was going to say this in her heart. But she glanced at Aunt Sato who was still smiling here, and held back this sentence in time.

"I mean the paper crown I wore for you. Your hairstyle is very difficult. I remember that last year it fell down when I was blowing candles and almost caused a fire." Mizumatsu pointed to the cardboard crown that was given to buy a cake.

"Are you idiot just thinking about such things? "Mikako Sato's expression did not improve but became even more terrifying.

"Or else?" Mizumatsu turned his head and looked exactly the same as the prisoner who was planning to pretend to be garlic in the interrogation room.

At this time, Aunt Sato, who had been watching the fun around her, seemed to be really angry when she saw her daughter, and quickly interrupted: "Oh, look at what the old lady said, it made you so excited!"

"Yes, aren't you talking about Spicy's dirty hair?" Yumi Miyamoto recalled while chewing the snacks in her mouth: "You are also questioning my aesthetics! As expected, I'd better make a look for Mikako myself as a gift!" Yumi Miyamoto seemed to think that her aesthetics were fine, and while speaking, Mikako Sato, who was swaying in her teeth, reached out to her hand.

"Okay, if you really think that it's beautiful, your hairstyle won't want to be so regular now." Mizumatsu couldn't stand it and could not stand it and expose it.

Mikako Sato also reacted, patted her best friend's salty hand, pinched Miyamoto Yumi's face, which was still food-stuffed, and kneaded and pulled hard: "You almost got confused. In fact, you didn't prepare a gift to get away with it, right?"

"Okay, okay." While the two of them were fighting, Mizumatsu persuaded him: "There are so many things that have not been arranged, so I'd better start work as soon as possible. I feel that the workload this year is a little more than last year. I would have called someone if I had known it." He pointed to a large number of party decorations facing the corner.

"Why are you, a guy, buying so many things?" When talking about Mizumazuki, he had something to say, "These things are obviously twice as many as last year, right? How many houses do you want to decorate?"

"I originally wanted to rent a villa for a party, but you didn't want to live at home like in the past, so it seemed too much..." A wealthy nouveau riche still felt that it was not his own problem.

"Of course, just spend your birthday as usual. Is there anything more worthy of celebration this year than the past?" Sato Mikako turned her head, not understanding Mizumama's thoughts.

"Of course, I'm celebrating that you are thirty years old and you can start to go to the fourth year!" Mizumatsu said excitedly, as if it was really a good thing.

"You'd better die!" Sato Mikako picked up the salute paper tube that Mizumaki had just put on the ground and smashed it hard at Mizumaki.

To be honest, it is not too easy to avoid it with Shui Jianyue's skills, but at this time, Shui Jianyue suddenly considered whether to avoid, block or be beaten. As a result... she was beaten in a daze.

"Bang!" The power of the paper tube is not very powerful, at least the sound is a bit scary.

"Hey, hey, okay, why are you stunned for a while today?" Sato Mikako was startled, and quickly threw away the paper tube and ran over to see what Mizumaki was doing.

"Hiss..." Touching his forehead, Mizumatsu took a breath of cold air. What he was getting was really...it didn't seem to hurt?

"It doesn't seem to hurt?" Mizuki blinked and said something in his heart again.

"Then you'd better die! The young man from Ben San!" Seeing that Mizumaki was fine, Sato Mikako turned around to find the stick just now.

"Mikako! Don't be like a child!" Aunt Sato suddenly disciplined Mikako Sato rarely, and this was the first time Mizumatsu had seen her with her majestic appearance.

"Hi~" Mikako Sato suddenly fell from Mizumasa like an eggplant made from frost. (?!)

"I will start the arrangement, otherwise I will have to be arranged before noon. Mikako comes to get some things for me." Aunt Sato ordered, and her majestic temperament made Mizumatsu and Mizumoto Yumi involuntarily become serious.

“Hi!” *3

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"Then I'll go and see that there is nothing to be done when I go and see." Mikako Sato thought that her mother called her out just to stop them from fighting, so she followed her mother and pointed to the guest room and said.

"Wait a minute, come here first." Aunt Sato pulled Mikako to the end of the porch.

"What's wrong?" Mikako asked inexplicably.

"Where are you and Mizuma... now?" Aunt Sato asked very bluntly.

"Mom, what are you saying!" Mikako Sato was sure that she had not confessed her and Mizumatsu to her mother yet, so her first reaction was to deny it directly: "He and I..."

But looking at my mother's confident gaze, I couldn't say the six words "no special relationship".

"Why don't you deny it like before?" The mother looked at Mikako like a policeman who saw a prisoner who had no way out. She was a little joking, but she was mainly proud: "Hang the phone and chat all night long, can you really think your mother is not going to be able to hear it?"

"Just make phone calls... it's more?" Mikako didn't dare to look at her mother's eyes, and scratched her face and said hesitantly.

"You were embarrassed to have no such habit before? Did you learn from Mizuma?" Aunt Sato grabbed Mikako's small movement and continued to say to herself: "I think Mizuma is quite good, steady and reliable, and the future should be very good, right? You should take advantage of the fact that you are at the same level now. It is better to handle it quickly. If you don't let this child get promoted in the future, right?"

"What are you saying, do you do it or not..." Mikako understood what her mother meant and pretended not to understand.

"I remember that child seems to be an orphan? But this is better, you two will not have any burden in the future. Only the old woman can help you take care of your grandson..." Aunt Sato continued, regardless of Mikako's face becoming more and more red, "And you are already thirty years old. You can walk at this time. Mizuma deliberately reminded you that this matter might be to propose with the flow!"

"Please...please, propose!" The rosy on Mikako's face finally reached the limit of color learning, and she couldn't even say anything.

In Sato Mikako's mind, she imagined what she had said if she had not interrupted Mizumaki just now, but instead let him continue...
Chapter completed!