Ke Xuezhuo's son-in-law

Chapter 572 Rooftop Conversation
  When we arrived on the rooftop, the cold wind blew and the night sky was bright. Fujiwara Hoshikai opened the door and found Chris Wynyard standing by the railing, with his back to the moonlight, like a mysterious silhouette in the middle of the night.

"The evening breeze is cool, isn't it?" Chris turned around and said hello with a smile, a gentle mask on his face.

"Yes, it's very suitable for chatting with beautiful women." Fujiwara Xinghai pretended to be calm, but his heart was stirred up.

Fujiwara Hoshikai stood on the edge of the rooftop, with the bustling party and gorgeous indoor lights behind him, and in front of him was Chris Wynyard-Belmod. In the cold wind, their conversation started with a relaxed daily chat.

"Is today's fashion show okay?" Belmode opened the topic, her voice floating in the night wind with a hint of casual briskness. "Those designers are really well-intentioned, especially the evening dress with pearls, which is simply a work of art."

Fujiwara Xinghai nodded and said appreciatively: "Indeed, that dress is indeed eye-catching. But I prefer simple designs, they appear more real among the complex decorations."

Belmod smiled and said, "Real, that's a good word to use. But, what do you think of tonight's snacks?"

Fujiwara Hoshimi smiled slightly and recalled the delicious food he just tasted: "The desserts are very exquisite, especially the chocolate mousse, which has a rich but not greasy taste."

"I think the strawberry tart is more interesting. It's sour and sweet, and it's very suitable for the party atmosphere." Belmod leaned lightly on the railing, her eyes twinkling in the night.

Then, Belmode's topic changed subtly: "Speaking of the party, didn't you notice that Miss Ooka Momiji looked at you a little differently tonight? She seems to be very interested in you."

Fujiwara Hoshikai frowned slightly. He didn't like this change of topic: "Maybe, but there are many people interested in me. I think Miss Chris seems to be interested in me too."

Belmode seemed not to let go of the topic. She leaned forward slightly, and a teasing smile appeared on her face: "I think it's more than that. Didn't you notice the look in her eyes when she was dancing, and the little reminder just now? .She seems...to like you very much."

Fujiwara Hoshimi's disgust was clearly evident in his voice: "I don't think this is something you should be concerned about, Miss Chris."

Although he can also feel that Hongye's attitude towards him is already very soft, but it is not like the feeling of falling in love, and what does this have to do with Belmode? It cannot be said that the black organization is also very kind. Are you concerned about his date with Hongye?

Fujiwara Hoshikai's body stiffened slightly, and his tone did not hide his disgust. Although he was well-controlled, he still revealed a touch of coldness: "I don't think this is something you should be concerned about, Miss Chris."

Although he knew in his heart that Momiji's attitude towards him had changed, Fujiwara was unwilling to admit the evolution of that emotion. And Belmod's curiosity made him feel uncomfortable about prying into privacy.

Belmode didn't seem to mind Fujiwara's indifference. She stepped back gracefully, her eyes drifting to the distant night sky, as if searching for answers, and said softly: "Oh, I was just saying casually. Emotional matters are often the most unpredictable. , it’s always a good idea to start while you can still be alone.” Her words seemed to carry some kind of implicit suggestion, hinting at a deeper meaning. Fujiwara's eyes suddenly became sharp. He seemed to grasp the deep meaning of Belmode's words, and a calm insight flashed in his eyes. The corners of his mouth raised slightly, revealing a smile that was half provocative and half joking: "Is it like this?" His voice was low and full of provocation.

As he spoke, Fujiwara suddenly stretched out his hand, and with an unexpected speed and strength, he hugged Belmod's slender waist and pulled her tightly into his arms. His other hand lifted her waist frivolously, learning and applying Belmod's teachings.

Belmode was first shocked by this sudden move, but soon her expression returned to calm, and she looked directly at Fujiwara Hoshikai without any wavering. Her face remained peaceful, and even when being held so forcefully, she seemed to maintain the composure of a battlefield. When Fujiwara's arms came around and held her tightly in his arms, her eyes did not escape, but looked directly at him, as if she would never give up easily in this psychological game.

She said softly: "It can be like this, since you have succeeded, you have to..." She did not finish the sentence, but took a more direct way to convey her intention. One of her hands slowly rose and touched Fujiwara's neck, her fingertips gently sliding over his skin, causing an inadvertent numbness.

Fujiwara felt an inexplicable electric current spread throughout her body from her fingertips. It was not only the gentle touch of her skin, but also the skill of Bermod's teasing. Her movements seemed random, but they were precise. At the same time, her other hand gently lifted Fujiwara's chin, forcing his eyes to align with hers. There was an indescribable temptation in those challenging eyes.

In such an atmosphere, Fujiwara Xinghai's heart was filled with ups and downs. An unprecedented excitement filled his chest, and Belmode was pulling the emotions. His cheeks were slightly red, but he still suppressed the excitement and tried to maintain his calmness.

They were so close that they could feel the warmth of each other's breath and hear the rhythm of each other's heartbeat. The noise in the surrounding environment seemed to have been turned down, leaving only the two of them performing a play with an ambiguous atmosphere on this small stage.

At this intimate moment, Bermod suddenly let go of Fujiwara, took a slight step back, with a proud smile on his lips, as if to say: "Look, this is how to control the situation."

Fujiwara turned his back and pressed it, then pretended to look at his phone to calm down his excitement, and said casually, "You come here to see me again and again, don't you just want to have fun, right?"

Fujiwara was shocked when he said this. He hadn't planned to show his cards yet, so he let it slip.
  Seeing the other party's question, Bermod didn't bother to beat around the bush. He drank champagne and complained, "I thought you were going to keep pretending that you don't know me."

After hearing this, Fujiwara showed a genuine attitude on his face and pretended to smile calmly, "What brings you here this time? The BOSS didn't send you here, right?"

"BOSS?" A look of surprise suddenly appeared on Belmod's face, and then slowly dissipated, "Well, he suspected that you had lost your memory and forgotten your previous mission."

At present, it seems that the task is still being carried out, but the progress is impressive.
  The gentleman originally intended to ask her to recall Madeira to complete the remaining tasks for him, but it seems that there is no need for a replacement at the moment...

"I will monitor your follow-up progress. If you don't want to be recalled, then go on a good date." After speaking, Belmod left the rooftop with a calm face, leaving a frightened Fujiwara who kept repeating in his mind:
  "No way"

(End of this chapter)