Ke Xuezhuo's son-in-law

Chapter 567 The unfinished red leaves

The melody of the harmonica gradually stopped and the music was played. Hongye still maintained that posture, as if her thoughts were firmly locked in that melody. Her eyes became hazy, as if she was still immersed in the emotions brought by that music. Don't want to return to reality too quickly.

Fujiwara noticed Momiji's expression and signaled Akemi to turn off the music, trying not to disturb Momiji who was still immersed in memories.

But Fujiwara couldn't confirm whether the tears flowing from the corners of Momiji's eyes were because she was really moved by the music, or because her acting skills were so strong. But out of politeness Fujiwara did not continue.

After a long time, Hongye, who had returned to God, let go of Fujiwara's arm and wiped his tears.

The noise in the backstage lounge was in sharp contrast to the tranquility of the music at the previous moment. The laughter of the models, the instructions of the makeup artist, and the sound of footsteps coming from time to time. All these sounds were intertwined to create a unique noisy atmosphere backstage. .

After a while, Hongye seemed to return to reality from distant memories. Her hands trembled slightly and she let go of Fujiwara's arm. She gently pressed her long fingers on the corners of her eyes, wiping away the two lines of tears that were either caused by her heart or performed. Her eyelashes trembled slightly, and tears left short traces on her cheeks, but they were quickly smoothed away by her meticulous movements.

Hongye took a deep breath, as if she wanted to inhale all the emotions into her lungs, and then slowly exhaled, her expression gradually returned to calm. She turned to Fujiwara, the tears in her eyes had not completely dissipated, but she had regained clarity and determination. She lowered her head slightly, giving herself a chance to collect her emotions, then raised her head, trying to face Fujiwara Hoshikai with a more stable posture.

"I'm sorry to let you see such a scene, but the music is so nice." Hongye said in an almost inaudible voice, with an imperceptible tremor in her voice.

At this moment, the system suddenly popped up a dialog box asking him to make a choice.

"One, comfort Ooka Momiji who is moved by the scene. Completion reward: one hundred system points."

"Two, ignore it, it turns out she will cry too. Completion reward: 100 free skill points."

Looking at the two choices, Fujiwara fell into deep thought for a moment. Reason told him that he should actually choose the second one, free skill points, but emotion told him that one hundred system points seemed more cost-effective, and he could also gain a wave of favor.

But the task of coaxing people is still a bit too abstract.
  His mind wavered between the two choices, and in the end, Fujiwara decided to follow his own sensibility. He gently moved closer to Hongye and joked in a soft voice: "Your skirt is pretty good, it suits you quite well."

Hearing Fujiwara's sudden praise of Hongye, he thought he heard wrongly. After wiping the corners of his eyes, he looked at Fujiwara blankly and thought about it again in his mind. It was true.
  These words were like a spring breeze blowing over the ice, causing a crack to appear on Hong Ye's frozen expression. A smile appeared on her face, and the confusion in her eyes gradually gave way to a gentle radiance.

"Really? Wouldn't such a black skirt be too dull?" Hongye asked softly, her hands playing with the hem of the skirt unconsciously, and her movements inadvertently revealed the unique softness and charm of women.

Fujiwara glanced down at the hem of her skirt, then raised his head again, looking directly at Hongye, "Okay, actually, strictly speaking, Hongye, your temperament is more mature, so you are not dull at all in black, but you are quite cute. of"

"Anyway, it's not boring. Don't think too much about it. Besides, I don't think there's anything wrong with you wearing black. You can wear it if you want." A panicked blush flashed across Hongye's face, and she bit her lower lip lightly. It seemed that he felt a little shy under Fujiwara's praise.

In fact, when they first met in the park, Fujiwara noticed that today Momiji changed her usual style and wore black, a black dress, black calf socks, and black leather shoes. Against the backdrop of her clothes, her whole body glowed white.

Just like this, under Fujiwara's nonsense, the system popped up a message that the mission was successful. Fujiwara looked up and saw that his system balance had an extra hundred system points and he was very satisfied.

Fujiwara's ears caught the sound of conversation outside the door, and he immediately recognized the voice. He gently said "Let's go" to Hongye and stretched out his arm, gesturing for her to stand up with him. Hongye nodded slightly, followed his guidance obediently, stood up and adjusted her skirt to make sure she was properly dressed.

The footsteps gradually approached, Fujiwara held Hongye's hand and walked out of the lounge cautiously. The door slowly opened, and Toraya Eiko came into view. She was smiling, and next to her was a tall woman. Eiko's eyes first fell on the woman next to her - Chrissy Wynyard - and she said a few words of praise, her voice revealing her appreciation.

Then she turned to Fujiwara and began to introduce him: "This is Fujiwara, the distinguished guest I specially invited."

Fujiwara let go of Momiji's hand and bowed politely to the two ladies. His movements were elegant and appropriate. He wore a fitted black suit, simple yet elegant, echoing Hongye's black skirt, showing a non-verbal tacit understanding.

At this time, Chris Wynyard stared at Fujiwara and Momiji intently. Her appearance at the moment was impeccable, her blond hair was elegantly tied back, and she was wearing an exquisite red dress. The hem of the skirt swayed gently, showing her noble temperament. However, when she saw Fujiwara and Hongye together, a flash of surprise flashed through her heart. It was a scene she had not expected.

As far as she knew, Madera should have parted ways with the Ooka family at this moment. What's going on now? Is the organization's information wrong?

Her surprise only flashed through her heart, but she was calm on the surface. Her thin lips were tightly closed, a polite smile on her face, and the surprise in her eyes was deeply hidden by her. She gently raised her arm and elegantly adjusted a bunch of blond hair at her earlobe, without revealing anything in her movements.

“Mr. Furuya, it’s an honor to meet you,”

(Mr. Fujiwara, it’s an honor to meet you.)
  Chrissy Wynyard stretched out her hand to Fujiwara, her voice was gentle and magnetic, and her tone was intriguing and seemed to be hinting at something.

Fujiwara smiled slightly, responded by gently holding her hand, and then gently letting go, trying to make every movement as natural and smooth as possible.

“It’s an honor for me too, Miss Chris…”

(I'm honored too, Miss Chris...)
  Hongye stood aside, slightly puzzled and nodded slightly to Belmode to express respect.

At this moment, she felt a little uncomfortable standing at the center of this sudden attention, but she vaguely felt that this woman seemed hostile.
  (End of this chapter)