The king of nets waits for the flowers on the other side to bloom

Xichuan Xingqing sat behind the large table of the general manager of Xichuan Group, calmly looking at the DNA test report Tojo put in front of her.To say she wasn't surprised, it must be fake. She never thought that it was her...it was her!

However, now is not the time to be surprised. The man in front of him, coming to her with this thing at this time, should not just tell her that Xi Chuan Xingqing is Budu Yamei.

"Mr. Tojo, what would you like to drink?" Xingqing got up and went to the large refrigerator and opened the refrigerator door and asked casually.

"You're not nervous at all, Xiao Xingqing~" Tojo Zeyi squinted his eyes and said jokingly.

"Why should I be nervous? It's a done deal, I'm me, she'll never be herself again." Xing Qing picked up a bottle of sake and took out two cups from the wine rack and put them on the coffee table , casually asked: "Drink two glasses?" Then he sat on the sofa and filled both glasses.

"Aren't you underage?" Tojo looked at Xingqing with a half-smile.

"Ha~ the leader of the dignified Tojo group cares about this?" Xingqing picked up her glass and put another glass of wine into Tojo's hand. "Come on, cheers for our happy cooperation in the future."

"Cheers." Tojo clinked his glass and drank it down. He was interested to see how capable the preparation head of the Xichuan family was. (Xingqing just got 45% of the company's shares and has not officially taken over the Xichuan consortium, so she is not the official owner)

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"Miss, Yukimura-kun has fallen asleep." A nurse came to the office to report.

"Well, did you help him to bed to rest?" Renzu Huirina rubbed her temples and looked up tiredly from a large number of cases.

A nurse shook her head lightly, and was hesitating how to explain, only to see Miss Renzu got up and walked to the intensive care unit without saying a word.

In the quiet ward, the girl was sleeping peacefully and peacefully, and the sleeping teenager lying beside the bed held his hand tightly with the girl's. The picture was too perfect to be destroyed or disturbed.

Adding a certain amount of sedatives to the boy's medicine was Erina Renzuo's idea. The boy's increasingly black and blue body and his thinning body all the time declared that his body, which was also seriously ill, was approaching its limit. Two children, one has already walked under the scythe of death twice, should the other be allowed to follow?Renzu Erina sighed softly, called two nurses, moved the two hospital beds closer, and laid the boy flat on the bed in the position of holding the girl's hand, covered the quilt, and carefully checked the data of all the instruments. Only then dragged his tired body out of the ward again.

"Eri, thank you for your hard work." Fujiko Yumiko handed over a cup of hot tea, and said softly in a gentle voice.

"You just came back from the UK, isn't it okay if you don't take a good rest?" Renzu Erina asked looking at the tired face of her best friend.

"Where can I sleep?" Fujiko shook her head lightly. "This stinky girl! You didn't tell us about such a big thing. If something really happened, wouldn't you even have the last..." Sister Fuji complained, but suddenly she couldn't continue.

"Sister, can you stop crying as soon as you come back...Xiaoya will definitely wake up." Brother Fuji turned his head awkwardly and blinked hard, he didn't want to cry!So shameful!

"Doesn't Yuta need to train today?" Fuji's sister stroked Fuji's little bristle on his head.

"I... asked senior Guanyue to ask for leave." Brother Buer muttered guiltyly, turned around and walked out, and said, "I'll go and see why the idiot brother hasn't come back yet!"

And the real situation of St. Rudolph College at the moment is:

"Where did Yuta go?" Guan Yue, after the n+1st phone call with his younger brother, was hung up, pulling a bunch of little hair around in displeasure, when his phone rang. telephone number.

"Excuse me, is this the manager of the Tennis Department of St. Rudolph College?" A gentle and polite male voice came from the phone.

"Yes." Guanyue replied with a charming voice.

"I'm asking for leave for Yuta. I need him to go back to Tokyo because of something at home. I'm Yuta's older brother Fujisuke. If the manager agrees, that's it~ Bye~" The phone was hung up coolly, watching the moon Looking at the phone that has been disconnected, the corners of his eyes twitched unconsciously, and then a person silently floated to the corner of the wall:

"Fuji Shusuke cheated Yuta away~ cheated away~ cheated away~gone~gone~gone~was~was~was~" the sound of incantations enveloped the Tennis Club of St. Rudolph College throughout the afternoon Above, lingering.

The young boy Yukimura knew that he was dreaming, but he didn't know whether he had slept too deeply or the dream was too real for him to wake up.

In a bright room, the beautiful boy stands in front of the vanity mirror in the bathroom and looks at himself in the mirror. This is probably himself in 10 years, but why do he dream of this place?Since you can't wake up, why don't you go out and have a look, the young man thought so.

A clean living room, neat light-colored furniture, lavender chiffon curtains, and various... plush toys on the windowsill?The beautiful boy shook his head helplessly. The taste of the room's layout really resembles that girl's. Suddenly, he heard the sound of tiny glassware coming from a room. The beautiful boy followed the sound and walked over...

In the kitchen is a short girl with long light chestnut hair, who is struggling to reach the fruit plate on the top of the light gray cabinet. She is wearing a T-shirt that is obviously a man's style. The little shorts looming under the T-shirt.Seeing that the stacked fruit plate was about to fall and hit the girl, the beautiful boy stepped forward quickly, catching the fallen utensils with one hand, and with the other hand, he was used to the girl by the waist and brought her back into his arms. A burst of familiar lemon aroma hits the nostrils.

"Huh? Woke up~ You've been sleeping for a long time~ Seiichi~" The lavender eyes gleamed brightly, the soft voice chattered, and the girl's bright smile shook the boy's gentle eyebrows.

"Xiaoya..." The boy tightly hugged the girl in his arms, and the delicate kisses kept falling. He knew it was a dream, but it was still so beautiful that he couldn't help but believe it and be addicted to it.

"Hey~ don't be like this~ it's so itchy~" the girl was tickled by the kiss, she lightly buried her head in the boy's arms and smiled lightly.

"No~ I haven't hugged Xiaoya for a long, long time, Xiaoya wants to make it up to me." The boy put his chin on the girl's shoulder coquettishly and said coquettishly.

"I really can't do anything about you~" The girl stood on tiptoe and raised her head to gently peck the boy's lips, showing a shy smile.

"Xiaoya don't do anything, just let me hug her for a while, okay?" The young man lowered his head and quietly looked at those yearning eyes, and asked gently.

"But... Seiichi hasn't had breakfast yet~" the girl frowned.

"It doesn't matter, Xiao Yabi's breakfast tastes much better." The boy gently kissed the girl's cheek, but he didn't blush at all when he said embarrassing words.

"..." The girl smiled and leaned on the boy's chest.

Outside the window, the sun is shining and the years are quiet.

When he woke up that day, the beautiful boy found that he was crying, and the corner of the entire pillow was wet. He stood up and kissed the girl's forehead gently, then got out of bed and returned to the easel.

That day, the boy drew a picture. In the picture, he was wearing a men's T-shirt, shorts, and long light chestnut hair, standing in front of the cabinet, tiptoeing to pick up things.Many years later, after going through all the ups and downs, when this scene really happened in front of the beautiful boy, he still walked forward like in a dream, and kissed the girl who had already become his wife, with a teardrop. Tears that she didn't notice, and full of tenderness.

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