Chapter 478 The only god of the Sawamura family

"You are not free enough, Kato."

After leaving the Nakano family, this sentence flashed into Yusuke Kato's mind from time to time.

Regarding what basis was that Ryoko Nakano said, he made many guesses, but overturned them one by one.

After thinking about it, there are basically only three possibilities for why Ryoko Nakano said that to him.

1, unintentional.

However, the person involved does not have that natural personality.

2. Intentional.

The reason may come from the other party himself, or it may be possible that something can be seen from him.

Considering the other party’s reminder of beauty cream, the latter is relatively likely to be relatively high, but it cannot be explained.

In contrast, Yusuke Kato prefers the third option.

3. Obtuse angle.

Since I couldn't figure it out, I simply stopped thinking about it.

As for whether he lives freely or not, he has never considered this.

What a magical person, Yusuke Kato secretly summarized it in his heart.

I rode all the way back to the apartment, settled lunch with the convenience store's bento and side dishes, and then drew a comic for a while.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, Yusuke Kato took his goodies out and rode his bike to the Eriri's house's residence.

Here, he met Kosairi Sawamura, whom he had not seen for a while, that is, Eriri's mother.

A "middle-aged woman" who has no age in terms of appearance and temperament.

The other party was wearing a dark purple kimono in a solid color, with a white belt around his waist, and a brown water rope knot tied up for decoration.

Although it is a simple and simple combination, there are many gorgeous hydrangeas blooming on the long sleeves of the kimono, emitting a noble and calm temperament.

The purple double pony tail flows down, echoing the kimono on his body. The part that is flat to the end is exactly the same as that of Eriri.

In general, in addition to hair color, the two do have many almost consistent elements.

Even if it was the first time I met this mother and daughter, I could know that the big side was Yingliri's mother.

As for whether someone mistakenly thinks the two of them for a pair of sisters because of their young appearance, it is a matter of opinion.

Having said that, it is not entirely true.

At least for Yusuke Kato, who is sitting in the living room at this moment, it is still very good to distinguish the differences and identities between the two.

His eyes alternated, switching between two characters, one big and one small, without much concealing his eyes whether they appreciate or disgusted.

Compared to the wife who dresses well and generously.

On the other hand, my daughter is wearing a green "Shimamura Middle School" sportswear.

The usually exquisite and gorgeous long golden hair is casually released and scattered in a mess. The frizzy and split parts are not taken care of at first sight, which makes people unbearable to look at it.

Perhaps feeling the disgust in his eyes, Yingriri asked unbearably:

"What are you doing? I've been looking at it since the beginning! Are you any dissatisfied?"

Yusuke Kato sighed explicitly, and did not hide it from it, and spoke out his thoughts in his heart bluntly.

"Although I didn't want to hide it, but to be honest, don't you think you're too sloppy now?"

"Varied……!"

The blue eyes glared like a Q character, and the vicious little tiger teeth appeared and faintly appeared on the corners of their mouths. In the sense of cuteness, it was quite fierce.

"Yes, this guy! He obviously did that kind of thing, but he still dared to say that... Go to death!"

"That kind of thing?"

"Ah~~~~ I'll say so."

Sawamura Koshuri seemed to remember something, and said as he touched his cheek with one hand:

"I heard that Kato-kun, you seem to have done something like this and that with a girl in public? ~?"

“This and that??”

Yusuke Kato frowned in surprise, then looked at Eriri, wanting an explanation.

However, the girl just stared at him fiercely, without any concealment of the disgust in her eyes, as if she was looking at a sinister who was unforgivable.

This made him feel deeply confused and a little confused.

"Ah~ Did you do something bad??"

Kosai Sawamura covered her face with her sleeves and spoke a sad tone like a performer.

"Over it~ Kato-kun is so overdoing. Haven't you promised to be with me all the time?"

Yusuke Kato: "Slave family??"

Yingliri: "Ye, always together!?"

"That's to say, how can I deceive my elder sister's feelings? Never do this, Kato-kun, whine~"

With a crying voice spread, Sawamura Koshuri's shoulders were also trembling slightly, as if they were really crying.

Seeing this scene, Yusuke Kato couldn't help but fall into chaos, and countless question marks appeared on his head, unable to resist being silent.

Yingliri could no longer bear it when she heard this. Even though her brain had not recovered from the impact, she also responded instinctively.

Without hesitation, she rushed towards Yusuke Kato, her momentum was as fast as a hungry tiger.

With a squeak, the two fell on the sofa together.

Yinglili, who was riding above, grabbed his collar hard and asked with red eyes: "You! What did you do to his mother--!?"

"... Even if you ask this, I've done nothing!"

"You talk long and long! How can you do this? You obviously have Shiyu in Xiazhiqiu, but you still dare to attack other people's mother! You kill you! You will definitely kill you-!!"

"You calm down first, Aunt Sayuri has something wrong with what she said!"

Yusuke Kato explained hard, but heard Kosairi Sawamura, who was sitting on the other side of the single sofa suddenly let out a whimper.

"Woooo, is Kato kun blaming me for being too talkative? But, "Mrs. Sayuri, you don't want others to know about us, do you?", that's what you said at the beginning..."

Paji, it seemed that there was a sound of rational disconnection from somewhere.

Yingliri's eyes became cold and harsh in an instant, and she slowly and firmly extended her hands to his carotid artery, and then locked them tightly.

"Ahhh... it's you? So it's Yusuke!?"

"Stop pinching, what are you talking about?"

"I just told you why my mother's skin has improved! I know! A woman who is moisturized will become beautiful! I will never forgive you!"

The hands stuck on the neck tighten bit by bit, and the slender fingers are cold, but they are not lucky enough to be relieved.

Yusuke Kato, who was strangled by his throat, panted slightly, pulled the thumbs of his hands along the edge of her hand into the palm of his hand, and grabbed her hand to stop her from continuing to exert force.

"It's a ghost! Have you forgotten the bottle of beauty cream I asked you to hand over before?"

"Beauty...cream?" Yingliri murmured, her chaotic eyes relaxed a little, as if she was searching in the memory drawer.

“——You think about it.”

Yusuke Kato continued: "I haven't seen your parents since the last sports meeting, and we have been teaching off campus. Do you think I have the chance to meet Aunt Sayuri alone?"

“…”

Yingliri's eyes were shaken, and there was a slight light of thinking in her eyes, and then she turned her head involuntarily to look.

Since when, Sawamura Koshuri had stopped crying and was now staring at the two of them with a smile.

Even though he saw Yingliri's gaze, he was not at all panicked, and just said in a kind tone.

"You should almost get off Kato Kwan? Eiri, girls should be more reserved to be more popular~"

"Mother……?"

Yingliri tilted her head blankly, her tone was a little light, and she looked like she was still confused.

Yusuke Kato sighed long and said depressedly: "Don't you understand yet? Your mother is just teasing us. If you understand, just get off me."

"Oh~ Unfortunately, my mother and Kato Kwan's opinion is the same in this regard? Eriri. Or, even if this is the case, you have to continue sitting down~~?"

"Teaching...?Down..."

Eriri blinked in confusion, her eyes wandering between the two of them, and finally stopped on Yusuke Kato's face below.

She has a slightly messy silver-white short hair, a slightly helpless black pupil, a straight nose, moderately thick lips, and a sharp facial contour.

Her hands were wrapped in thick, big hands, and the temperature was much higher than hers.

The warm touch came from below, making her unconsciously want to put her legs together, but she touched her strong abdominal muscles.
To be continued...