[Comprehensive] Daily life of local tyrants in love

Candlestick Qie Guangzhong stands in the very center of the commercial street.

He was wearing ordinary casual clothes, not the tuxedo suit he was proud of, and he still smelled of oily smoke, but standing there still attracted a lot of attention.

A few girls came over to ask for a phone call, but Candlestick Qie Guangzhong didn't make a sound, standing still like a sculpture.

The girl got embarrassed when she struck up a conversation, and the girl walked away angrily: "You can't say a word, so you must be a fool, right?"

There was no movement even after being scolded.

The girl couldn't help but follow his blank gaze.

A short, thin and inconspicuous girl walked over wearing colorful lights.

Her walking pace is no different from that of ordinary people, stepping left foot, stepping right foot, step by step, landing on the solid stone ground.

The girl suddenly felt that all the blood in her body was frozen. She stood there stiffly and watched the other person walking towards her step by step. She was frightened and flustered for no reason, and her hands trembled unconsciously.

She came over—

The other party rubbed his shoulders and walked over.

A soft and sweet voice came from behind, like a plump and juicy apple being bitten: "Candlestick, have you been waiting for a long time? Let's go home."

The girl finally heard the voice of the boy whose phone number she asked for failed, with a slight hoarseness in the magnetism, and a sense of relief: "It's good to be back."

……

Candlestick Qie Guangzhong and Qiaoqiao both had a tacit understanding and didn't take the initiative to mention what happened just now.

Wash, make bed, sleep.

The room is not big, and there is only one bed, with a person sleeping on the bed and a dead person under the bed.

There is no extra space for the candlestick to cut Guangzhong down, unless he lays a floor on the ground, but there is no need for that, anyway, he can just return to his own body knife.

Qiaoqiao was lying on the bed with her eyes open and not feeling sleepy, tossing and turning for a while, suddenly something cold was attached to her forehead.His eyes were covered so tightly that he couldn't see anything, but he heard the candlestick cut Guangzhong say: "It's a towel soaked in cold water. If you are emotionally ups and downs today, it's better to calm down first."

She hummed, stretched out her two hands from under the quilt and pressed them on the towel to cool off: "Are you scared by me today?"

"If you want to be scared, you will be scared."

After a long time, Zhu Keqie said again: "A little bit."

He knew that his master was not a human being. He knew from the very beginning that humans could not turn a rusty knife into a Fusangshen. He became a man because of her blood.It's just that sometimes even if you know it, you can't help being afraid.

What a useless knife, Candlestick Cut Guangzhong leaned against the bed with his knees around him, and let out a breath of depression slowly.

"If there is a next time, don't be as stupid as today, I don't know when I will really lose control of myself," Qiaoqiao spread out the folded towel little by little until it covered the whole face, covered The voice of covering the towel also became muffled, and the voice was also stained with a little moisture: "Remember, if what happened today happens again, run as far as you can, and don't come near me again."

Candlestick cut Guangzhong didn't speak, just shook his head.

She paused, and her eyes covered by the towel seemed to be able to see the silent refusal of Candlestick Kirimitada: "I'm afraid, when will I break the knife. There is no second Candlestick Kirimitada in this world. If you really The knife was broken by me, who will pay for a knife that is exactly the same?"

Losing life with a knife in the master's hands is a very normal thing, but he was actually afraid of it.Candlestick Kiri Guangzhong looked at the long and short knife lying quietly in his palm, and wanted to break it off.

He raised the body knife, raised it to one side, and let go.

There was a loud clang on the wooden floor.

Someone downstairs scolded her.

Candlestick Qie Guangzhong got up unexpectedly, and tightly surrounded the person on the bed through a quilt.

"sorry."

He repeated over and over again: "I'm sorry."

The timidity and fear born for oneself.

Obviously what she did was not wrong, and obviously her blood and slaughter did not fall on her.But he didn't take the initiative to be urged by his master. The most unforgivable thing is that for a moment, the thought of running away flashed through his head.

She didn't speak, but she clearly knew it in her heart.

At the same moment when Qiaoqiao disappeared, Candlestick Qie Guangzhong found that the contract on her body was released, and she took the initiative to give herself the freedom that every monster wants.The release of the contract means - he can go.

Go wherever you want, alone or with a demon.

But Candlestick cut Guangzhong's heart was barren.

At that time, he was standing in the center of the bustling and bustling crowd, and he still felt very lonely even though there were people coming and going.

Candlestick Cut Guangzhong's feet slowly moved a few steps, and finally stopped: If Qiaoqiao came back and found no one standing there waiting for him, he would definitely feel even more lonely.

"I had a dream about my lost memories."

Qiaoqiao gently placed a hand on Candlestick and cut Guangzhong's head and stroked it like a cat: "I was going to kill those people, they are disgusting, Candlestick, you can think of human beings who have Is this kind of scum? It's so dirty that I think it's wrong for them to breathe, and I can't help but erase all traces of these things in this world."

"Well," the sound of the candlestick cutting could be felt through the quilt: "They should be damned."

"But I still didn't kill them."

"You can't dirty the master's hands. Next time something like this happens, let Candlestick Qie Guangzhong kill them with his own hands."

He laughed softly: "Don't always forget that I am your knife, Candlestick Cut Guangzhong is a knife used to slash enemies, not just a knife used to kill pigs."

Qiaoqiao innocently asked him like a little girl asking for candy: "Then, why don't you ask me why I didn't kill these people?"

Like telling a story, the storyteller always wants the audience to join him.

Candlestick Qie Guangzhong asked very appreciatively: "Why?"

"Because there was a voice."

A look of confusion was rarely seen in her eyes: "There is a voice saying, don't kill people."

—Promise me, don't kill again, until then.

- Remember your promise.

Like dense needles piercing her head, the bursts of mild but dense pain made her finally give up the idea of ​​killing the three of them with her own hands.When her reason and consciousness came back, Qiaoqiao realized that she couldn't bear the debt of killing for the time being.

Her snow-white bare feet slipped out of the quilt, clean and beautiful.

It was still cold, Candlestick Qie Guangzhong frowned, and didn't have any charming intentions in his heart. He just wanted to help her cover the quilt again, but his hands stopped.

The body has been changed back a long time ago, the skin is naturally Qiaoqiao's own, and there is no need for any camouflage like the face.Zhiyu Sakurana's skin is already very fair, but it can be seen that it is the kind of white skin and tender flesh of a rich family.Qiaoqiao's white is different, the slender ankle has a milky white and charming luster, the small, round and crystal-clear fingers, and the fingernails are light pink, without any modification, the beauty is impeccable and natural.

Candlestick cut took a deep breath, he had no time to indulge in this beauty: "What is this?"

On the snow-white ankle is tied a bell of red thread.

Candlestick Qie Guangzhong reached out to grab the bell and shook it with his hand, but he didn't hear the crisp ringing sound of a bell. It was the sound that the copper piece inside hit the bell cover.

"This is the law."

She explained softly: "It's the law of restriction set by that person. If I kill someone with my own hands, the bell will ring and someone will catch me back."

Candlestick cut cautiously: "Who is it?"

"Ah."

"My power...is all sealed by the bell, and the bell will keep controlling it until the power is not strong enough. I don't know how much power I need to recover to be sure to release the shackles of the bell in one fell swoop, or there are other ways , but I don't know."

"But those three people..."

"They will die, but not by my hands."

Qiaoqiao covered her face with some effort, and took a deep breath: It would be great if she could recover a little more strength, even a little bit, it wouldn't be like what it is now.

She should get closer to Keigo Atobe.

Thinking of what happened that night, Qiaoqiao closed her eyes with a look of disgust on her face: "Although those three people are not dead, they are almost useless. Unless someone is willing to help, it will only be a matter of time."

Blind in one eye, completely broken in both legs, the job has been smashed into a puddle of flesh.

Such rotten people are already completely rotten, and now they are even more rotten. No one would want to waste money on them.

This group of people was just dragged into a nightmare, their eyes turned red, and everything they saw was a disability in their hearts.But the injuries they suffered when they fought each other were real, although in the eyes of outsiders, it was just a few gangsters fighting among themselves and beating each other.However, when they themselves know that this is not a dream, they will remember everything that happened after waking up.

With their discarded organs.

Candlestick had already thought about it, and couldn't help but start to worry: "But after all, the three of them are not dead, will they come to you again?"

Naturally, what he was worried about was not about force. Like this kind of bastard who can only fight with a few fists and feet without moving, even if he doesn't use a knife for pure hand-to-hand combat, it's no problem for the candlestick to kill one enemy with one hundred. Fu Sangshen doesn't need to worry about physical strength Such a thing as overconsumption.

Qiaoqiao smiled: "If they want to come, they can come. Besides, you may have imagined people's courage too much. Human beings cherish their lives very much. The more sluts, the more like this. I haven't heard the phrase that the disaster will last for a thousand years." What? Even if they are lingering, they will cherish that humble life and live well, so how can they take the initiative to seek death like you said? It’s not that the birthday star hanged himself, because he thinks his life is too long.”

Since they are all useless and incompetent bastards, they naturally didn't use any good equipment to take pictures. Qiaoqiao ordered them to delete all the photos in the phone, and threatened them with their lives. As long as they want to live again If you go on, you have to be so honest for the rest of your life, and if you want to make any fools, you will pay for it with your life.

The photos Minako Sawai didn't take at the time turned out to have been taken a long time ago. In this day and age, anyone likes to threaten others by taking nude photos. It's really not a good habit.

Qiaoqiao pulled the red string on the ankle hard. Although it looked like the one-yuan red string that would be given away in online shopping, but I don't know what kind of material it is made of. He just kept pulling it until the snow-white flesh was gone. There was a red mark on her face, and Candlestick was very distressed to stop her from continuing to torture herself.

"Forget it," incompetence means incompetence, it's better to restrain your temper and reconcile with Keigo Atobe as soon as possible.Qiaoqiao patted the pillow: "Sleep, good night."

***

Atobu house.

Luxurious and extravagant buildings everywhere show the incomparably noble identity of the owner of the house.From its wonderful and exquisite roof arc streamlines, the wide layout of the interior church, and the design with a real British charm and many antique pendants in the middle ages of Europe, it proves that the person who lives inside is a tasteful person. The aristocrats are not worthless nouveau riche.

There were three people sitting on the somewhat exaggerated long table of British aristocrats.

The man sitting on the main seat looks a little older, but his appearance has not diminished. Instead, he has a handsome and mature look because of these years. The woman sitting next to him is wearing an English-style curly hair. The slightly deep and three-dimensional facial features are more inclined to the Asian-European mixed race.The same thing is that the gestures of the two people are all generous and elegant, and the normal meal also behaves like a perfect demonstration of table manners.

You can tell at a glance that this is a couple.

It's just that this elegant husband and wife are now looking at the boy sitting on the other side with scrutiny. Compared with the big consortium that has accumulated an unknown amount of wealth, the son sitting next to them is the one they have always admired in their entire lives. Proud masterpiece.

Gorgeous inside and out, immaculate.

It's just that it hasn't been long since they were satisfied in their hearts. "Masterpiece" has cut the steak knife to the plate for the third time in front of them. For the perfect Keigo Atobe, he has broken the table taboo.

Atobe Keigo slipped the knife and fork for the fourth time.

He put down the tableware: "I'm so sorry, father, mother."

Mrs. Atobe couldn't help but put down the knife and fork, and asked with concern: "Jingwu, what's the matter with you, are you feeling unwell? Do you need to invite the family doctor over?"

"Thank you, mother," Atobe Keigo shook his head slightly: "I'm fine, but I just lose my appetite."

Mrs. Atobe's voice is very gentle, as if reciting a classical poem: "Are you not interested in these dishes? After all, British cuisine is indeed more boring than Japanese cuisine, and it's hard for you to adapt to our British cuisine." Stomach."

"This is not a difficult matter to solve." The man sitting on the main seat snapped his fingers, and the old butler Michelle who was waiting on the side stepped forward: "Master, what are your orders?"

The head of the Atobe family glanced at the table full of British dishes: "Let me bring some of the things that the young master usually likes to eat in the kitchen. What do Jing Wu like to eat recently?"

"This……"

Michelle hesitated slightly.

Atobe Keigo sat up straight, reached out to pick up the knife and fork: "Don't be so troublesome, I have an appetite again now, I'm sorry to make you worry."

Mrs. Atobe and Patriarch Atobe exchanged glances, and the man ordered with a half-smile, "Don't bother the kitchen, Michelle."

The old butler followed the old etiquette and stepped aside respectfully: "Of course, sir, madam."

Although it is said that British cuisine is very simple, it has a history of hundreds of years, and with the later and modern improvements, it is not only steak and ribs that can be sold.What’s more, what’s on the table is the British specialties that Keigo Atobe has always liked very much. It can be said that the roast beef with Yorkshire pudding is the British national dish. Never heard him talk.

How could it not be boring?

Atobe Keigo was devoting all his energy to deal with the just-roasted beef in front of him, and he was trying to warn himself not to waste food.In fact, after eating delicacies that are thousands of times better than this, even people who do not pay attention to appetite will inevitably become picky about the single food they ate in the past.

——It's all because of that annoying woman.

Made his mouth dirty.

To be honest, the chef hired by the Atobe mansion is really good at cooking. He was invited from England. His specialty dish is roast beef with Yorkshire pudding, and he made this dish to the extreme that he can do—after all For a period of time, Keigo Atobe often ate it, and his picky taste buds made him an excellent cooking skill of roast beef.

The cut section of a whole piece of porcelain beef shows a light pink color, the slightly fatter part is loose but not loose in the mouth, and the lean meat is also tight but not sticky.

It is such a dish that has never been tired of eating, and it is quite a daily thing like rice, but now Keigo Atobe feels tired.

Slowly, Keigo Atobe's eating speed slowed down again.

In those days before tutoring, Oriha Sakura would often cook some impromptu food for Atobe Keigo in the landlord's kitchen.She seemed to be looking forward to feeding him fat, and she never got tired of it, and she never concealed this thought in front of him.

Atobe Keigo was annoyed and funny at her undisguised petty thinking, but one thing was absolute, that is, she was determined not to let the other party succeed.But the food made by Zhiyu Sakurana is so delicious, so delicious that people can't help themselves when they smell the fragrance, and they have no way to control themselves.

His willpower is so strong, but he has no resistance to the food she feeds to his mouth.

The food was delicious, but not enough to make him unable to control his behavior.Compared with food, what Keigo Atobe wants to see is the kind of smug smile after a girl succeeds in her bad intentions.

Even though he pursed his lips, his eyes came out again.

So I can only take one sip, and another sip.

I really want to eat her.

There are many ways to control body shape, but there are only two key points, one is diet, and the other is exercise.Since the aspect of diet control is completely... hopeless, Keigo Atobe will increase the amount of exercise.He usually exercises quite a lot. After training in school, he will practice on the tennis court at home for two hours every day. After increasing the amount of exercise, the burden will be heavier, but he enjoys it.

Atobe Keigo suddenly doubted himself.

Maybe he really is a masochist.

The couple looked at each other in surprise again, seeing their son lost in self-thinking, they were inconvenient to disturb.Mrs. Atobe waved at Michelle and lowered her voice: "Has Jingwu been like this recently?"

"Yes, ma'am."

A loyal butler will never lie: "And the young master is not only that."

Patriarch Atobe became interested: "Oh?"

The old butler Michel told the couple who cared about their son what he saw with his own eyes: "Master, not only has he often been unable to eat, but he also sleeps very late every night."

"What does he do?"

"sports."

"sports?"

Mrs. Atobe covered her mouth to avoid exclaiming: "But Jingwu, doesn't he play tennis every night?"

"It's not just playing tennis, the young master is exercising much more than before, and the time is longer, as if he is deliberately exhausting his physical strength..."

Michelle's voice stopped.

Patriarch Atobe already showed an expression of "I understand".

I don't know the taste of food.absent-minded.It also uses excess exercise to consume physical strength.

Having said all that, what is unclear?We are all men, I just didn't expect this kid to be so soon...

The man tapped lightly on the table.Atobe Keigo suddenly withdrew from his thoughts, and continued to cut the cold beef as if nothing had happened.

"Jing Wu."

"Huh? Father, what's the matter?"

He chose a peaceful entry point: "Do you feel a little stressed recently? The incident with Bingdi didn't affect you, did it?"

Father is the real investor of Bingdi, and he must not be able to hide this kind of thing from happening.

Besides, Keigo Atobe never thought of hiding this matter, now that everything is in place, it is time to go to court.Sometimes newspapers or other media tools will definitely publicize this matter, so the help of my father is indispensable.

"No."

"It's fine if you don't have it," the man tried not to look too serious in front of his son: "I can't say that your way of handling this matter is the best, but your determination and purpose are right, some things must not be Any concessions, otherwise the atmosphere will become worse and worse, which is definitely not the result we wanted to see when we invested in Bingdi.”

The corner of Atobe Keigo's mouth was slightly hooked: "It is true."

He knew that his father was the same as himself.

After chatting here and there for a while, seeing his wife winking at him and the man coughing, it's time to get to the point.

"Jing Wu," he asked gracefully, "Do you have the troubles of Young Werther?"

"what?"

Keigo Atobe almost knocked over the coffee cup in his hand before he had time to figure out what it meant. Fortunately, he was quick to hold the cup and kept the coffee from dripping out.He picked up the cup and took a sip, trying to delay the time to think about the answer.

It's just that Jiang is still old and hot, so this small trick naturally failed to hide the truth from Patriarch Atobe.The Patriarch of Atobe persuaded him systematically based on the experience of those who have experienced it: "If it really doesn't work, take a cold shower. Excessive exercise will cause muscle strain."

Keigo Atobe shook his hand holding the coffee cup, and it almost caused a tragedy: "Why should I take a cold shower? The weather is very cold. I just think I need to exercise more to get ready for the national competition."

Mrs. Atobe smiled and dismantled her son's platform: "The national competition in the high school should be in October, right?"

"...I was wrong, it's the Kanto Competition."

The Kanto competition is not in a hurry.

In order to prevent her son from being demolished many times, Mrs. Atobe took a sip of the red wine in front of her with a smile and said nothing.

She obviously didn't take his words seriously.

And they all know that Keigo Atobe is lying, and Keigo Atobe also knows that they know that he is lying.

It's just tacit understanding of each other.

If you are not honest enough, you have to pay a price for your dishonesty.Patriarch Atobe decided to teach his son a lesson, letting him know that besides the brain, there are many other things that are equally important.

Patriarch Atobe accepted his wife's gesture: "That is to say, Jingwu, you don't have a girl you like now?"

"……No."

Don't be too decisive in everything, Patriarch Atobe decided to give his silly son another chance: "Really?"

After a moment of silence, he said, "No."

Keigo Atobe was very clear about what his parents were thinking. He didn't deny it completely out of rebellious psychology.He clearly knew that even if his parents would not interfere with his love, they never thought of using his marriage as a bargaining chip to strengthen the family, but now is definitely not the time to admit it.

After admitting that I do have someone I like, then what?Who is the opponent?

Is it Oriha Sakura?

After the exciting hormones in the brain quickly subsided, Keigo Atobe had to face up to the fact of Oriha Sakurana's identity.

He never felt that she was not good enough for him.

No matter what crimes Oriha Sakurana's father has committed, no matter whether she has nothing now... In fact, these are not things that Atobe Keigo cares about.

Even if you will really face a lot of accusations from the public opinion in the future, or other troubles and difficulties, but what is there to be afraid of?Living in this world, isn't it just one thing, one mountain after another?It is impossible to stop on the way forward in order not to encounter difficulties, climb mountains, or face difficulties.

The premise is that the two of them are really together.He will lead her into the future with the utmost sincerity and sincerity.

But now, Keigo Atobe can't see anything, whether Oriha Sakura's heart is good, or the future of the two of them-they are not even together, let alone the so-called intangible and intangible. future.He didn't have the confidence to confess his feelings with his father and mother, because this feeling hadn't even sprouted.

Atobe Keigo even began to wonder whether the other party's closeness to him was just his own illusion.

The husband and wife watched their son's breath suddenly drop like this. Even though there was nothing on the surface, Mrs. Atobe, who knew the son well, could tell that she glared at her husband resentfully: "Jing Wu, it's okay. Maybe in At other times, you can pursue the so-called perfection, but emotionally, you will never be able to pursue the real perfection, the real perfection has shortcomings, and you need to wait even more."

Even though he loves his son as much as his wife, the father expresses his love for his son completely differently.The Atobe Patriarch quickly showed his "mountain-like fatherly love": "It's normal if you are deflated outside, it seems that you need to calm down. Besides, it's not good to hang yourself on a tree , you can’t always keep your eyes on one place.”

Mrs. Atobe's eyes widened.

Atobe Keigo looked at him with a little surprise: Even if you want to say this, you have to keep it behind your back, can't you say it in front of your mother?

Patriarch Atobe pointed his eyes at his wife, and took out an invitation letter out of nowhere: "It just so happens that that Suzuki guy is going to hold some kind of banquet recently, and he forced an invitation card when he heard us coming back. But just got the news today, We have something to do in Paris, we have to go back early."

He stood up and pushed an extremely luxurious invitation card towards Atobe Keigo: "But this invitation card is also accepted, it's hard not to go, after much deliberation, that's the only way."

Keigo Atobe picked up the invitation card. The simple party invitation card was extremely exaggerated, with complex patterns and designs, and the sides were all studded with Swarovski crystal diamonds.

He is a little disgusted, although he is also pursuing gorgeousness, but he doesn't like this kind of meaningless piling up.

"Tomorrow is the weekend, Jingwu, if you have time, please help me accept the invitation from that old Suzuki guy. It just so happens that there are many young talents, beauties and young models at the dinner party... Cough cough, I mean people around your age Girl, since you said you don't have any girls you like, you should get to know more, and you might fall in love with a girl at first sight."

This man obviously wanted to scare him off.

I just said that I don't have a girl I like, and it would be too embarrassing to deny it now, and going to a banquet will not lose a piece of meat.Atobe Keigo put away the invitation: "I will go, when will you leave tomorrow? I will see you off."

Didn't see the expression he wanted to see on his son's face, Patriarch Atobe expressed a little dullness: "That's no need, your mother and I will leave tonight."

"Okay." Keigo Atobe said, "I'll see you off when I leave."

……

The son has something on his mind, and the husband is still here to trouble him. Mrs. Atobe thinks that these are two boys who haven't grown up: "You can clearly see that Jingwu is not happy, why do you have to use these words to anger him? "

Patriarch Atobe restrained himself a little and said proudly: "Emotions need a period of precipitation, let him think clearly about what he is thinking and do what he does, if this relationship even refuses to believe in it, then it will only be a matter of time before it breaks. I just helped him realize that in advance."

"Also, I think it's right to let him go." He smiled meaningfully: "I have seen many roses before I know which one I want."

***

The Suzuki Foundation has always been not afraid to arrange the venue with the most expensive and most expensive scenes.

A party with a pile of money can go bad, but the Suzuki family loves to throw money at people.The reception is as luxurious as ever, and everything is set according to the highest configuration.In the shadow of clothes and temples, all the contacts are celebrities.

Suzuki Sonoko took a deep breath and tightened her belt a little more, intending to make herself look plump in this way.

A gentle girl with long fluttering hair hesitated to tighten the belt around Sonoko Suzuki's waist: "Sonoko, is this really okay? I feel like you can hardly breathe..."

"Lan! Tonight I definitely want to make the most shining appearance!" Suzuki Sonoko held his breath hard: "I heard... from Luoshan... Akashi-kun seems to have received an invitation letter..."

Although the wealthy families are all in contact with each other, it's just that they don't know how familiar they are. At most, they are friends who meet and say hello at the reception.

Mao Lilan's strength in practicing karate is actually quite strong, but she was afraid of hurting her best friend and never dared to really exert strength.Hearing this, Yuanzi yelped with all his strength: "By the way, Yuanzi, don't you have a senior Kyogoku... sorry."

"It's okay... Huh... Isn't Ah Zhen participating in a competition abroad now?" Suzuki Sonoko looked at the turbulent waves that could not be concealed by his friend next to him without squeezing or using a sponge, and his heart was unparalleled: "Forget it, forget it Don't tie me down, some things can't be forced... Mainly because there are too many rich second-generation scumbags. I heard that Akashi Seijuro is a very good person. No matter what he does, he is the first and he is also rigorous... Than It’s much better than those brats who don’t know what to do!”

"I just want to see you..."

Xiaolan took Yuanzi's hand and walked out of the dressing room: "You don't need to tie it anymore, I think Yuanzi is already very beautiful like this, it really surprised me!"

"Really?"

"Ok!"

Speaking of appearance, Mao Lilan inherited the beauty of her mother, Fei Li, and weakened the heroism and aggression that belonged to Fei Li through heredity, thus softening it.Not only is she beautiful and non-aggressive, but she also has a pretty good figure.

"orchid……"

Xiaolan turned her head to look at Yuanzi who was suddenly a little embarrassed: "What's wrong, Yuanzi?"

"Can you... go first?"

She closed her eyes in embarrassment: "Walking with Xiaolan just now, almost everyone was looking at Xiaolan... I'm really not jealous! I'm very happy that Xiaolan is so popular, just have a little snack taste……"

Strictly speaking, Sonoko doesn't like Akashi Seijuro, at least not in that sense.But it's so good to be reminded by her parents every day, she doesn't want to lose this tone, no matter what aspect it is.

He also grew up with a golden spoon in his mouth, at least he can't lose this breath in his own home court.

Xiaolan chuckled: "What's there to be embarrassed about, this kind of garden is also very cute, so I'll go in first, Yuanzi is so beautifully dressed today, she must be the best in the audience!"

She made a gesture of cheering and walked into the venue. Sure enough, many people's eyeballs were glued to it.

Sonoko Suzuki patted her chest to let her breath out. She saw a red-haired boy standing out from a distance. Although he was a little short, he had a very strong aura.

A group of people of the same age surrounded him, and it was undoubtedly Seijuro Akashi... Wait, why are there two groups of people?

Suzuki Sonoko squinted his eyes and took a closer look, and found a very embarrassing purple-gray hair.

Why is Keigo Atobe here?

She took a deep breath, opened her eyes, lifted her silver skirt, and slowly stepped into the venue.

The silver mermaid evening dress on her body was specially tailored by Dior designers, which set off the girl's soft waist and snow-white complexion.Sonoko Suzuki's temperament is quite good when she is serious, and it should be no problem to add the colors and lights tonight to give the family a long face.

The people in the banquet looked towards the door, and the eyes of several boys lit up: "It's so beautiful..."

"The temperament is really super good, such a punctual girl!"

Shinobu Yushi took a sip of his drink, "What a pair of beautiful legs."

Ninzu's family runs a hospital. Although the price is not enough for the time being, Dr. Ninzu's brain department is quite good, and his reputation is good. His popularity is no less than that of some second- and third-tier stars. He is qualified to participate in this banquet.

But the invitation letter was given by Keigo Atobe, and he was a little confused about what Keigo Atobe meant.

Just after dismissing a group of people, Keigo Atobe in a white evening dress took a glass of champagne on the table and drank slowly: "Don't you like to look at your legs? The legs here should be enough to see."

……I see.

Wanting to use flowers to confuse people's eyes, this kind of thing is indeed done by this guy.Ninja Yuuji clicked his tongue: "By the way, isn't Tsuchimikado Kiyokawa a girl in your class? I didn't expect her to come to this dinner too... I usually only see Tsuchimikado-san in uniform, but I didn't expect her to look so good in a dress Xiao Jing, you can get the moon first if you are close to the water."

Keigo Atobe was not annoyed when his plans were dismantled: "Ah, well, then I will lend you a good word."

Ninja Yushi asked, "What are you doing?"

"Go to the water tower."

Ninja Yuuji stared at his leaving back in surprise.

Only a very few people know that Tsuchimikado Kiyokawa and the Atobe family have the intention of marrying, but the object of the marriage is not Keigo Atobe, but his cousin.Regardless of whether it is out of grace or reason, no matter what, she can't let the person who may become her sister-in-law in the future be surrounded by a group of men with malicious intentions.

Keigo Atobe walked over, and the crowd made way for him like Moses divided the sea, revealing the girl in the middle.

The crowd looked forward to him: "Mr. Atobe..."

As the name suggests, Tuyumen Qinghe has an elegant temperament, and his eyebrows are as depicted, like a delicate Ukiyo-e.

Even in the same class, Tsuchimikado Kiyokawa doesn't emphasize the sense of presence, but there are more people who like her than Chiba Shiori