[Comprehensive] The fiancé he picked up by writing the article suddenly

Donghua sat with her hands on her knees in the bright dining room, quietly listening to the elders greeting each other with her eyes downcast. Touched his arm.

Occasionally, she suddenly remembered that rainy night, and she couldn't help but shrug her shoulders, but at that time, there was a warm coat with a scent of grass and trees, which immediately relieved her constricted limbs.

She was letting go intentionally or unintentionally, but suddenly heard the topic turn to herself: "I heard that Miss Xiyuansi's piano skills are excellent, even among so many ladies, she is also one of the best masters."

Donghua raised her eyes, looked at Mrs. Shangjibu's smiling eyes, and lowered her head: "Madam praises it, it's just a child's mischief, it can't be called 'excellent'."

Mr. Atobe put down his wine glass when he heard the words: "Miss Xiyuanji, don't be too modest. Although I haven't heard your performance with my own ears, if Ling Jingwu also praises it, it must be a superb skill."

Donghua turned her eyes sideways, and glanced at the blond boy beside her, but she saw the corners of his lips curled up, as if agreeing, she felt a little helpless for a while, so she could only nod her head and express her thanks.

"I heard that Mr. Atobe also practiced piano?" Donghua heard her father say this, she seemed to have predicted his next words in advance, she couldn't help closing her eyes, and as expected, the man continued, " It just so happens that this restaurant also has a piano, how about letting Fuyuka and Atobe-kun play four hands together?"

Dong Hua raised her eyebrows, and her thoughts suddenly turned inappropriately: he only called her "Dong Hua" in front of outsiders.

Atobe Keigo frowned indiscriminately. This action almost wrote the word "matching" on his face. He looked at the girl next to him, but saw that she lowered her head slightly, with a meek and submissive look. There is only a simple pearl hanging on the ordinary earlobe, and it is trembling at this moment without wind, and the long eyelashes form a soft arc, just like a newborn lamb.

Atobe was silent for a moment, then looked across the dining table: "Mr. Xiyuanji, I'm sorry, I hurt my finger in the club activities a few days ago, and I'm still recuperating. I'm afraid I can't get along with Xiyuanji." Ms. Sonodera played together."

"Really," the man was pushed back neither softly nor hard, and his complexion subtly sank, but after all, he was not facing his own child, so he still put on a warm and gentle smile, "Then it's not forced , it is more important to heal the wounded."

"Thank you, Mr. Xiyuanji, for your understanding," he said without changing his expression, while observing the surprised gaze of the girl beside him from the corner of his eye, "but I suddenly feel a little stuffy and want to go out to get some air."

Atobe Keigo suddenly turned around, and asked Donghua seriously: "Is it convenient for Miss Xiyuanji to accompany you?"

Dong Hua blinked blankly, she could feel the joyful gaze from her father and the indifference from her mother, and unconsciously straightened her back: "Of course."

The restaurant has a style mixed with Japanese and Western styles, which is quite Taisho style. Donghua avoided a group of waiters in kimonos, and looked worriedly at the blond boy next to him: "Atobe-san, the recent situation is so bad ?"

"What?" Keigo Atobe replied absent-mindedly, while loosening the Windsor knot around his neck, he bent his knees and sat down on the edge of the elevated wooden corridor, "What the hell—you sit down too."

Noticing that he was always looking ahead unnaturally, Donghua pulled back her long skirt abruptly, and sat down beside him as well: "Didn't you say that you hurt your fingers, and you still feel stuffy indoors? Could it be that recently?" I'm not feeling well, should I go to the hospital?"

"..." Atobe Keigo looked at her helplessly, "You look smart, why is your brain circuit so strange? Of course, what I said was all an excuse. How could my uncle hurt his finger during training? Still angry Boring—you don’t really want to stay there, do you?”

Probably considering the girl's slowness, he simply said it all in one breath. Donghua looked at him for a while, and then turned to look at the quietly blooming flowers in the courtyard: "Thank you, Mr. Atobe, What a nice guy."

Keigo Atobe, who rarely receives a good card: "..."

He rubbed his hair casually, and muttered to himself: "I really don't know why that guy has his eyes on you?"

"what?"

"Nothing." Keigo Atobe waved his hands to the girl's puzzled gaze, and then changed the subject, "Do you have any idea about the marriage?"

Unexpectedly, he would be so direct, Donghua choked: "...not yet, take your time."

"Don't you have a favorite boy?" Keigo Atobe was really confused, "It's in the roster given to you by that family."

Unexpectedly, Donghua bowed to him seriously: "Although you are a good person, Mr. Atobe, I only want to keep friends with you."

"Who said I want to develop other than friends with you?!"

"That's good."

"..."

Keigo Atobe closed his mouth speechlessly, but his brows frowned even deeper: Recently, the cooperation between the Xienji family and the Akashi family has been normal. There is no reason why there is no Akashi Seijuro in the marriage roster of the Xienji family, but she But still said "no idea".

"What the hell are you doing, that guy..."

At the banquet before the summer vacation, the coat worn by Donghua Xiyuanji caused a lot of talk, and many people even thought that the engagement banquet between the Miss Xiyuanji family and the young master of the Akashi family would be held next, but then After a long time, whether it is the two families or the teenagers and girls in the center of the conversation, they just calmed down like this, without any further actions.

Many ladies from aristocratic families who secretly wiped away their tears stuffed their eyeballs back into their sockets, thinking that the coat was the embodiment of Akashi Seijuro's gentleness and generosity.

However, Keigo Atobe knew that it was definitely not like this, gentle and generous?Two years ago, it could be barely said that it was because of his gentleness, but when it comes to Akashi today, his willingness to put his coat on Donghua of Saiyuan Temple is a hidden signal in itself.

——The male lion roared on the grassland with its neck raised, marking the circled hunting ground with its own signal, and the only ignorant prey in it required him to hunt slowly without distraction.

But the whole matter has nothing to do with him. He himself has never included Saionji Touka in his marriage list. In other words, he has not been constrained to choose his future wife from the list, Akashi Seijuro It should be the same, but coincidentally, the only difference is that Saienji Fuyuka is in Akashi Seijuro's heart and is also on the list at the same time.

After saying goodbye to Atobe’s family, Fuyuka sat in the back seat of the car on her way home, silently looking at the night scene outside the window. The street lamps formed two continuous orange lights, flowing smoothly and hurriedly on both sides of the road. The night in Kyoto is incomparable Tokyo is bustling, and there are few gorgeous neon lights, but more warm and calm light clusters.

"How's it going, what did you and the young master of the Atobe family go out and talk about?" the man in the front row asked her without looking up while fiddling with his mobile phone.

Just as Dong Hua was about to answer, she saw her mother who was sitting next to her father hearing this topic and turned her head stubbornly: "...just chatting about piano and poetry collections."

"Okay, you guys have something in common, so you can chat." He finally turned his head and gave her an extravagant and slightly smiling look, "Hi, young master of the Atobe family, but you don't have to make a hasty decision like this." Come down, the one who cooperates most closely with the Xiyuanji family, and the one who will help us the most in the future will be the Akashi family, you still need to get in touch with the young master of the Akashi family."

Donghua was suddenly in a trance—I never thought that after being alone with Keigo Atobe for a while, she would be able to get such an expression of approval from him so easily, and such an expression was the result of how many piano awards she won and how amazing her shogi record was. The winning streak cannot be replaced.

The girl's heart, which was supposed to be invulnerable to all poisons, suddenly felt a dull pain. Her nose was sore, and her eye sockets were quickly hot. But fortunately, the car was driving in the dark now, and the other party couldn't see her gaffe. Donghua lowered her Lowering his head, his voice was still respectful: "I understand, my lord father."

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Marriage matters have become so popular recently that the banquet invitations sent to Xiyuan Temple's family are like snowflakes. Most of them mean to say something about the dazzling starry sky on a summer night and the incomparably gorgeous summer flowers, and then reveal the truth at the end. Intention: Please invite Mrs. Xiyuan Temple to bring her only daughter to the banquet.

Probably only at this time, Donghua and her mother were on the same front. The woman gracefully pulled up the shawl and threw all the invitations to the maid, with a gentle and mocking tone: "The banquet is also organized in groups. How many mansions in Kyoto can withstand their ruin."

And my father has also been busy recently, and he has started not going home for ten days and a half months. The family affairs can only be reported by the housekeeper from a distance, but he also has a bit of arrogance from a famous family. In his opinion, there are only sporadic Only the offspring of a family can socialize with his daughter.For his wife's waywardness, it is rare for a man not to reprimand him, but as usual, he blames her all the way: dancing artists are not in a good mood, and it is common for them to go crazy.

Donghua is not interested in these doorways. She can't care about anything when the bedroom door is closed. There is no room for her to talk at home, so she doesn't bother to care about it. The most interesting thing for her is probably her own light novels.

Obviously the sales volume this time was extremely good, almost surpassing any previous one, but Donghua was in a depressed mood and couldn't bring up any joy.

She originally wanted to discuss related matters with the editor, Ms. Ono. If it was too ostentatious to remove all of them suddenly, it would be inevitable to gradually reduce the number of listings. However, before she could make a call, it was Miss Ono who called first.

The woman's tone was very excited: "Mr. Songying! I have great news for you! Your novel has been taken by the film and television company! I want to buy related copyrights and turn it into a live-action drama!"

Donghua suddenly had a headache: "You, what are you talking about? Copyright?" Her grades were not good before, and naturally she didn't have copyright. The film and television company came to her, but this time she wanted to suppress the rumors, and they came to make trouble instead. It's time!

"Do you have time now? Please come out, Mr. Songying, the copyright owner is waiting in the publishing house! I want to negotiate with you!"

"No need, I have no intention of selling the copyright," the girl rubbed her forehead, and continued helplessly, "Just refuse it."

Ms. Ono was very surprised: "Why? Copyright fees are quite a lot of income!"

"I'm not short of that income. I'll trouble you, Ms. Ono, just refuse it."

"But!" Ono still wanted to continue persuading her, but considering that the copyright owner was present, he could only whisper eagerly while covering the receiver, "Come on, it's okay to refuse, you tell them yourself."

The original author's refusal was always more important than the editor's. Donghua was silent for a while, then sighed, got up and picked up her handbag.

She organized her wording on the way. This time, she not only had to reject the copyright owner, but also discussed with Ms. Ono about reducing the number of shelves. Regarding Akashi Seijuro's distress, it would be better to have less.

After finishing the draft, the girl pushed open the door of the editing room: "Sorry for the interruption, I am Yu Matsukage..."

The rest of the words were stuck in her throat, and she couldn't express them no matter what, Donghua's eyes widened, and she looked at the red-haired boy sitting in the middle of the editing room in disbelief: "Akashi-kun?!!"

The author has something to say:

off the horse, caught off guard

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Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 10 bottles of tree;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!