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

"Miss Xiyuansi," a woman called her name slowly.

Donghua frowned, turned around and kept her expression unchanged, and bowed slightly to the visitor with her skirt held back: "Mrs. Atobe, good evening."

The elegant woman stepped forward, and held Donghua's folded hands in front of her abdomen very kindly: "Why didn't you come to the tea party held last time? I have prepared a good black tea for you."

Donghua's eyelashes fluttered for a moment, and then she bowed her head to the woman: "It happened to be a school event, I'm a member of the student union, and I'm a little busy; thank you Mrs. Atobe, I will definitely attend the next tea party .”

The curve of Mrs. Atobe's lips deepened, and she couldn't help but hold her hand harder. She looked at the dignified and elegant girl with satisfaction: "Student Council? That's a coincidence, Xiaojing is the president of the Hidei Student Council. You may still have a common topic—it’s a pity that he went to a training camp, otherwise he would definitely come over and celebrate your birthday in person.”

The hidden meaning in these words was almost full, Dong Hua blinked, but she just tilted her head and pretended to be confused: "It's okay, it's just a birthday."

The smile on Mrs. Atobe's lips froze, and then she looked into the girl's eyes suspiciously, wondering if she really didn't understand.However, when he met those calm and clear eyes, his mood changed. He thought that she was raised in Kanagawa since she was a child. The back of his hand: "Okay, you can just say that, and I will tell you in person when Xiaojing comes back. There must always be more topics among peers."

Dong Hua still held the rose in her right hand, nodded to Mrs. Atobe, and she said softly, "Of course."

Another noble lady called Mrs. Atobe's name softly behind her, and the woman pulled her shawl and turned her head to look, the smile on her lips removed her emotions, leaving only a polite and polite arc: "Then, Miss Donghua, I will Go and have a look?"

Dong Hua nodded immediately: "You can do as you please."

The Atobe family is also very popular in the marriage field - the small family is trying to reach the sky in one step, and there are only a few houses that the big families can see - especially when Keigo Atobe himself is not present, Mrs. Atobe almost wants the whole audience He was constantly being talked to by people from all walks of life.

However, she herself is also a usable piece of cake in the eyes of everyone at the moment, and she is more passive than Mrs. Zhibu. Donghua stamped her feet, and the pain in her ankle intensified again. The son's wife, leaving at this moment might cause embarrassment, the girl paused, only relying on the support of her left foot, she quietly turned her ankle.

"Dong Huahua!" Suddenly, another extremely familiar voice sounded, and Dong Hua turned her head in surprise, and found Yuanzi running towards her with her skirt in hand.

"Are you here?" Dong Hua smiled and took two steps toward her.

"Hmm! The road from the hotel to here is a bit of a traffic jam, so it's a bit late!" Sonoko grabbed her arm, then suddenly thought of something, rolled his eyes, and whispered in her ear, "I just saw Atobe Ma'am, you...?"

Dong Hua lowered her eyelids, and shook her head: "It's nothing, it's just that Atobu-kun himself didn't come, and Madam said a few words for him, and said hello."

"I think Mrs. Atobe likes you quite a bit," Sonoko casually took the rose in her hand, pinched off the excess stems with great interest, and put the crimson flowers that were about to bloom next to her ear. The contrast of platinum is quite strong, making the girl's already delicate face even more beautiful, she clapped her hands, "Gorgeous but not vulgar, pretty!"

With a smile on Donghua's lips, she stretched out her hand to support the flower next to her ear.

Yuanzi crossed his arms, and was smiling and admiring at first, but suddenly thought of another person who loved roses so much, he twitched the corner of his mouth immediately, and reached out to pick off the rose: "Forget it, don't wear it—but I want to It's understandable if you think about it, you are the one with the best qualifications among your peers, and you have a soft personality; if you are impatient, who can stand that narcissist."

While playing with the rose with only flowers left, she twitched the corners of her mouth and complained.

Dong Hua took a look at her, and nodded in agreement: "Indeed."

Sonoko thought she was agreeing with the first half of his sentence, and was about to nod her head in agreement, when she saw the man walking towards this side over the girl's exposed slender shoulders, she paused, her voice a little stagnant to He bowed his head: "Mr. Xiyuan Temple, hello."

The man evoked a gentle smile and nodded to her - he is always more friendly to outsiders: "Miss Suzuki, how are you doing, are you having fun?"

Sonoko hid the rose behind her back, even though she was dissatisfied with him in every way, but she was born in a noble family, and she already understood that the interests involved are extremely complicated, especially the cooperation between the Xiyuanji family and the Suzuki family is not something that she, a junior, can touch. So Yuanzi continued to bow her head respectfully: "Of course, a great banquet."

"That's good," the man greeted in the air with his white-gloved hand, making a gesture that could not pick out any flaws, "Then we will enter the next stage of the banquet, and we will come back later to reminisce with Donghua Bar?"

Sonoko reflexively looked at the girl beside the man with downcast eyes, but saw that she shook her head slightly at him, and could only force a smile, then picked up the wine glass and walked aside.

The performance of the orchestra stopped under the signal of the housekeeper. Donghua followed behind her father, facing everyone's gaze, and listened meekly to his empty congratulatory sentences and thank you words. Later, the topic pointed to the piano.

"...So, please ask her to play a song for all of us?" Her father turned to look at her, with a false smile and affection in his pupils.

Donghua didn't move immediately, but just stared straight at him. The man didn't expect that she would suddenly disobey discipline at this moment, and she was stunned for a moment inconceivably, and then suddenly struggled with a bit of sternness in her expression - only Xiyuan Only the people from the temple family looked familiar.

Dong Hua naturally caught it, and laughed inwardly, but without any emotional ups and downs on her face, she took a half step back obediently, and slightly bent towards the man: "Yes, my lord father."

From the perspective of outsiders, it was just that the father and daughter looked at each other inexplicably for a while, and everyone was about to raise their hands to applaud, but the head of the Xiyuan Temple family raised his voice with a smile: "My daughter is spoiled. At the banquet, there are also some arrogant tempers, but as a father—so who here is willing to play a duet with her?"

Dong Hua's eyes widened in disbelief, and the hand holding the skirt turned white unconsciously.

However, the man didn't look at her again, he just looked around with a smile on his face, as if he was really waiting for someone to come up.

As soon as these words came out, many ladies exchanged glances with each other.Mrs. Atobe frowned, complaining dissatisfiedly about her son's untimely tennis career.

Donghua's face was a little pale, the pain in her ankles frayed her nerves, and she almost broke out in cold sweat on her back. Under the bright and dazzling light, she saw a young man with flushed cheeks, who was being surrounded by someone beside him. The mother patted, as if about to come.

"If you don't mind, can I play a duet with Miss Xiyuanji?"

The noisy main hall fell silent again, and everyone stared blankly at the red-haired boy walking into the arena. Only Akashi Seishomi folded his arms and snorted inexplicably.

Donghua looked at him nonchalantly, at that moment, all the colors faded away quickly, leaving only the dazzling and warm red in her sight, she opened and closed her lips unconsciously, without making a sound, just made a mouth shape: "Akashi Jun..."

Akashi met the girl's ignorant gaze, and slowly bent down, with his left hand behind his back and his right hand forward, as if inviting her to dance: "Miss Xiyuanji, can you show me your favor?"

Probably because the ankle was so painful that it was almost numb, but Donghua actually felt an unspeakable emptiness reflected in the depths of her brain. Whether it was the golden red tableware or the gilded champagne, the main hall The fragrance of clothes and temple shadows in the middle disappeared, and the eye sockets suddenly became hot. Dong Hua gently placed her hand wrapped in black lace into his outstretched palm: "It's my honor."

The moment the palms overlapped, the boy's scorching body temperature revealed a layer of lace that was better than nothing, and quickly ironed it.

- so warm.

Donghua closed her eyes.

Akashi held onto her hand lightly, and when he was walking towards the piano, he suddenly turned his head and said softly to her, "Does your ankle hurt?"

Ah, he sure did notice.

In fact, the pain was already numb, and he didn't feel much pain while walking, Donghua nodded to him, and replied in the same voice: "It's okay, thank you Akashi-kun for your concern."

Akashi Seijuro blinked, but stretched out his forearm directly: "Help me?"

Dong Hua opened her eyes slightly in surprise, the warm current appeared again without warning, tightly wrapped around her heart in an irresistible gesture, she took a breath, and slowly put her palm on his outstretched arm :"Thank you."

With Akashi's support, the strain on the right side of the body was significantly reduced, and the ankle, which was thought to be so painful that he lost consciousness, could feel the relief.

The red-haired boy helped her to sit down in front of the piano bench, and then walked to the orchestra beside him. After borrowing a violin, he considered that the girl was wearing lace gloves with poor stretchability, so he adjusted the Xian, while trying to discuss with her, choose a simpler and more cheerful song - after all, it is just a nominal birthday party.

Looking back, I saw the girl slowly taking off the gloves on her hands, and the hollow black lace was slowly taken off. The color contrast was strong, and the arm was as white as the best suet jade.

He paused almost imperceptibly, then walked to at least the woman's side, leaned down slightly, and said softly, "Have you chosen the song?"

Donghua was in a trance at first, but suddenly his clear voice swept over her ears, she turned her head in surprise, then she was scared by the sudden close distance between the two of them and backed away, her ears crept quietly again. Feeling hot, she resisted the idea of ​​rubbing her earlobe, turned her head back to stare at the black and white keys of the piano, and whispered: "Croatian Rhapsody, is it okay?"

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#How long can I stretch the front of this banquet#

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