My love options are a bit difficult

Chapter 42 An Interview with Two Women

At [-]:[-] in the evening, Natsume Feng slowly drove the car towards the house.

At the same time, in Chuo-ku, Tokyo, the scene of a talk show on Fuji TV.

The staff with various work cards hanging in front of them are all ready, and the on-site director has just finished the final adjustment. The hundreds of audience members sitting in front of the stage gradually quieted down and discussed each other in a low voice.

As the on-site director gave an order to the headset, the red curtain hanging above the hall slowly opened, showing the two women on the stage sitting on the sofa quietly looking at the camera.

On the right side of the stage, the hostess with short hair holding a stage card in her hand smiled at the audience and said, "The guest invited today is Mrs. Fukai Asaka, please give a warm applause to everyone."

The low voice of the conversation disappeared, and the audience suddenly applauded endlessly.

The applause lasted for about ten seconds before slowly disappearing, and the hostess remained motionless with her professional smile on.

The camera was pulled to the soft sofa next to him. A woman with curly hair and elegant temperament had a smile on her face. She waved her hand and smiled and said, "Hello everyone."

"welcome."

There was another round of applause from the audience, and the hostess greeted him again.

"Thank you."

Asaka Fukai nodded slightly.

"I think you have been busy with everything recently, Mrs. Mitsui. Thank you for being on the show." The hostess asked straight to the point with a professional smile on her face.

"I can't be called busy, what can I do."

Fukai Asaka chuckled softly, maintaining her graceful posture.

"Do you know why we invited you here?" the hostess asked.

"Why?" Asaka Fukai asked very tacitly.

"We conducted a media investigation in advance of the prospective first lady. From your 20s to your 70s, you have a great reputation, Madam."

"Really, I don't think I'm very good either."

"That can't be said. Everyone praised you as the queen of virtuous helpers."

"Oh, how can I be regarded as a good helper." Asaka Fukai opened her rosy lips slightly, paused and continued, "I just take the trouble to prepare a breakfast every day."

The short-haired hostess covered her mouth with her hands, and smiled in surprise: "Then what do you mean - Senator Mitsui's breakfast, you made it all by yourself?"

"Although I'm really sorry to say that, but maybe I spoiled the one in our family." Asaka Fukai smiled and said warmly, "He's actually a bit picky, if I don't prepare him, he'll just not at all. eat."

There was a smile on the corner of her mouth, and she answered calmly, without losing her demeanor. .

The hostess nodded and said as if suddenly realized: "So that's the case, but your good cooking skills have long been known."

"Oh, if someone else hears it, it should be taken seriously." Asaka Fukai stroked the hair around her ear with her warm fingers, and explained softly, "That's just. The guests who come to my house are too polite to praise me like that. ."

"Will you still entertain the guests in person? Did you prepare the meals yourself?" the hostess continued to ask in a timely manner.

Asaka Fukai nodded with a smile, and replied with a somewhat embarrassed look: "Yes, but my craftsmanship is not on the table."

"You are really amazing." The short-haired hostess praised again.

But when Asaka Fukai was waiting to answer the next question from the script, the short-haired hostess changed the topic, which was a little unexpected: "But speaking of a good helper, in fact, the decisive factor for Senator Mitsui to get to where he is today is actually As for my father-in-law's house, it seems that there is such a statement."

The scene was silent for a while.

Asaka Fukai's expression was stagnant, as if she didn't expect the other party to ask this question, but she quickly regained her composure.

She pursed her rosy lips, took a deep breath and let it out softly, her warm and beautiful fingers tapped on her leg, and after thinking for a while, she suddenly raised her head and smiled and said, "Is it my father-in-law's house? He has others besides me. wife?"

The scene was silent for a few seconds, and then everyone in the audience laughed.

Only the hostess looked a little unnatural.

It's just that many years of on-site interview experience made him quickly adjust his posture, covered his mouth and smirked, and continued: "It's an interesting answer, but Madam is indeed the eldest daughter of Shenjing Group, and Shenjing Group is also We are one of the best consortiums, and that's true."

Asaka Fukai, who was sitting on the sofa, stared blankly at the short-haired hostess, and the latter stared at him with an aura.

Just staring at the hostess like this, Asaka Fukai's expression suddenly changed to a little sad, and even her voice became a little low, and explained softly:

"I'm sorry for that person. If I met someone like me, if it was another woman, there shouldn't be so much criticism."

The short-haired hostess had no intention of giving up on this topic at all, the corners of her mouth rose slightly, and she continued to ask tit for tat: "Then President Fukai, who didn't die originally, seems to have some opinions on Senator Mitsui? He even cut off the father-daughter relationship with you. ."

The elegant and noble woman fell silent.

After a stalemate for a while, even when the audience on the stage began to talk in a low voice, the hostess saw the director frantically winking at her in the distance, covered her mouth and chuckled:
"Sorry, the question I asked was too sensitive."

"It's nothing, nothing."

An unnatural smile appeared on Asaka Fukai's face.

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Asaka Fukai's tense body suddenly relaxed.

After a while of silence, she turned her head slightly and let out a cry.

"Famous dishes."

"Hi, elder sister." The short-haired host didn't look up, and looked at the card in his hand nonchalantly.

"The topic just now, I don't remember it in the script."

"Haha" The hostess sneered, raised her head and looked at the woman in front of her with a playful look: "Anyway, other people will ask these questions, don't you think it's better for me to ask?"

"Yeah, everyone has one or two questions they don't want to be asked." Asaka Fukai nodded in agreement, took a deep breath, and said with a puzzled expression: "It's like for you, about your son. Same thing, right?"

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The short-haired hostess's face stiffened, and her eyes trembled.

(End of this chapter)