Ke Xuezhuo's son-in-law

Chapter 565 Ten Billion Agreement lesson 4
  The next day, Momiji arrived on time near the park next to the venue for the fashion show. From a distance, she saw a somewhat lonely Fujiwara Hoshiumi sitting on a bench with her back leaning against her back.

Hongye felt happy and then ran over and was about to say hello. Fujiwara turned around and saw him first, but he didn't have the smile of the past. He just said silently, "Oh, the fashion show starts at 5 p.m., sit down first." Take a break. ’

"Oh"

Hong Ye was stunned by surprise, and most of the joy she felt just now disappeared in an instant. It took a moment to realize that it might be because of what happened yesterday.

The two of them just sat on the bench without saying a word. During this period, Hongye thought about it and realized why Fujiwara hung up the phone so hastily yesterday.

He must be very angry.
  After thinking about it, Hongye could only think that this was probably the only reason why Fujiwara was so depressed.

So when she held her clothes and thighs with both hands and wanted to get closer to Fujiwara, Fujiwara, who was aware of it, subconsciously moved a little to the side to keep a certain distance from her.

She gently moved closer to Fujiwara, and the movement was very small, leaving almost no trace. However, Fujiwara felt this subtle movement keenly, and subconsciously moved his body to the side, trying to maintain the distance between them.

A subtle sense of loss welled up in Momiji's heart, as she sensed Fujiwara's detachment and realized that he might still be angry with her. Her eyes closely followed Fujiwara's every tiny movement, trying to read his inner world.

Yesterday, I asked Hongye Duoyu if she had interfered in this game. Unexpectedly, Hongye directly admitted that she had called Yamato Masato's adoptive father that night, but she didn't expect that the other party actually actually accepted. If he had known that the Ooka family's words were so effective, why would he have competed? He could have just bribed his opponents and asked them to let him go...

Fujiwara's retreat did not stop until he found that he had nowhere to retreat, and the edge of the bench was under him. At this time, his shoulders shrugged slightly, as if he was sighing or making an inner compromise.

Seeing this opportunity, Hongye gently placed her hand on Fujiwara's big hand, her palm feeling slightly warm. Her touch was gentle and hesitant, as if she was afraid of rejection. Her fingers gently tightened around his hand, a gesture that was as much a plea for peace as she was for reconciliation.

"Are you really angry?"

Seeing that Fujiwara didn't refuse, she had a smile in her eyes. She tried to hold the hand of Fujiwara, who was a head taller than her, and spoke in a coquettish tone to resolve the tense atmosphere.

Fujiwara looked at his hand that was being held in surprise, and wanted to take it back, but Hongye held it with both hands, making it difficult to pull it back. So Fujiwara sighed uncomfortably, turned around and said, "It's nothing, what do you think?" too much."

Fujiwara thought that Hongye himself was also a competitive kata player and knew the importance of fairness and justice in such competitive competitions, so he continued to keep his distance.

She just wanted to call Masato Yamato that day and ask him not to be so serious and not make the situation too embarrassing, but she didn't expect that the other party understood her as wanting them to lose to Fujiwara Hoshimi.

Although things were a bit beyond her expectations, even if she had good intentions and did bad things.

She slowly raised her head and looked directly at Fujiwara, her clear eyes full of requests. One of Momiji's hands gently touched Fujiwara's arm. Her movements were gentle and hesitant, as if she was afraid of touching his anger. Hongye's voice was full of anxiety and expectation. Her fingers were tightly grasping Fujiwara's sleeves, as if she was afraid that if she let go, he would turn away. “Don’t be angry.”

"I'm not angry, I'm just curious about why you would do such a thing. Do you think it would be embarrassing if I continue to lose?"

"I'm just worried." Hongye instantly thought of her grandma, who was full of expectations for Fujiwara. She was just trying not to disappoint her grandma, but once she said this, Fujiwara would probably be angry again.

Regardless, the game was over anyway, and grandma was very happy to watch it. In order not to disturb the old man, Hongye did not continue talking.

"What are you worried about?" Fujiwara's curiosity was piqued and he looked in the direction of the red leaves.

"It's nothing, so what should I do to make you forgive me?"

As she spoke, she continued to get closer to Fujiwara, her chest pressed against his arm, and every breath seemed to convey her nervousness and anxiety. Her fingers gently traced a smile on Fujiwara's arm.

Fujiwara stood there blankly, feeling Momiji's body temperature and her gentle touch, but it seemed very strong at this moment. Fujiwara could hardly see any apology from her tone and tone. Momiji was cared for like a princess by her family. I have never encountered this kind of thing since I was a child. I don't understand that one of my own jokes can change a person's destiny, let alone understand it.
  Forget it, why are you thinking so much?
  He is not a person with high moral standards, and he does not want to continue to teach Hong Ye moral education. Besides, all the bonus medals in this competition have been distributed. If this kind of thing happens again, everyone's face may be in doubt.

So Fujiwara looked down at Hongye expressionlessly, then turned his head and said silently, "I'm not angry, and you don't need to apologize. But if you want to do something in the future, can you give me a message in advance so that I can do some psychological work?" Prepare."

After hearing this, Hongye laughed and immediately promised, "Yeah, sure next time, but why do you have a nosebleed?" Then he handed his handkerchief to Fujiwara and asked him to cover it quickly.

"Cough cough."

Maybe the touch just now was too overwhelming, and it made him angry unknowingly.

A good figure is natural, and Fujiwara also spent three years as a witness watching the young girl grow into maturity.

Momiji didn't seem to notice Fujiwara's little predicament, or she pretended not to notice. She came slightly closer, and Fujiwara immediately raised his hand and waved lightly, "It's so hot, I think it's better if we don't get too close."

After speaking, Fujiwara breathed out softly, trying to divert his attention from Momiji's figure, and smiled, "But holding hands should be okay based on our relationship." Fujiwara tried to regain some intimacy. , and also to make today’s encounter seem less raw.

A trace of joy flashed in Hongye's eyes, and a gentle smile appeared on her lips. Then she stretched out her slender hand and gently placed it on Fujiwara's palm, and their fingers naturally intertwined.

"Come on, let's go there first. There will be a lot of reporters and various media in the lobby queuing up later. It will be very crowded. I will take you through the back door." Fujiwara said, stood up and led the way, with Hongye following closely behind. The hands of the two are still tightly connected
  (End of this chapter)