[Comprehensive] The fiancé he picked up by writing the article suddenly

"Miss Donghua," the butler's voice reached the eardrums with the sound of the door being knocked lightly, "It's time to eat."

Dong Hua, who was sulking on the bed, shrank back into the quilt irritably: "Don't eat it!——"

"Mr. is back. I didn't see Miss Donghua at the dinner table, so I specially asked me to invite you." The voice of the butler outside the door was still unhurried.

"..." Frozen for a moment, Donghua angrily raised her head from the pillow, patted the quilt humbly, "Here we come!"

Although she can act coquettishly in front of Akashi Seishi from time to time, but Donghua still has the most basic awe for that unsmiling typical elite. She changed into more decent clothes, combed her hair, and then went to Dining room.

The restaurant was empty as usual, there were no servants waiting, father and son sat at the two ends of the long dining table as usual, Donghua paused at the entrance of the restaurant, then walked over with her head buried, and pulled away the chair next to Akashi Seishin , said hello sullenly: "Good day, Uncle Zhengchen."

Akashi Masato raised his eyebrows in surprise, glanced sideways at her, and then at his son across the long dining table. I don't know what information he could get from the expressions on the faces of the two children. The brown-haired man just fell silent for a while. , then nodded in tacit agreement that Donghua was on her side, raised her hand and rang the dinner bell.

A maid came in in response, and she was obviously taken aback when she saw the girl sitting, but she immediately suppressed her surprise with professionalism, and quickly transferred the dishes placed next to Akashi Seijuro to Donghua's face.

When the door was closed again, Akashi Seishomi said nonchalantly, "Fuyuka, haven't you missed your homework recently? I met Mr. Saizonji yesterday, and he asked about your shogi."

"...I didn't fall, and I was learning shogi step by step." In the past, Akashi Seijuro was the one who was interrogated. It was the first time that Fuyuka received such treatment, and she was really "flattered". She breathed a sigh of relief without any trace, "Thank you Uncle Zhengchen misses you."

"Compared to Seijuro?" Akashi Seishomi put down his chopsticks.

"..." Dong Hua pursed her lips, and reluctantly admitted, "It's not as good as it is."

"Do you have any plans after lunch? If not, why not play a game with Seijuro and let me watch the game."

Out, appeared, and uncle Zhengchen gave orders!

Winter Flower: "..."

Does she dare to say that there are arrangements?

She poked the rice and shook her head sincerely at Akashi Seitomi: "There is no arrangement."

"Then Seijuro?" Akashi Seitomo turned his head and looked opposite.

The red-haired boy gracefully wiped the corners of his lips with a napkin, then nodded to this side: "I also have no hard arrangements."

"Little, little...that, Akashi-kun!"

There was a girl's cry from behind, and the boy with red and different pupils followed the sound, and when his eyes met her eyes, the girl who clearly took the initiative to talk to her trembled, as if she was someone who was startled by a sudden sound. He took two steps back again and again, and finally hid behind a large vase that was as tall as a person, pushed aside the luxuriant green leaves, and revealed a vigilant and serious face among the branches: "You, who are you? Where did you hide Xiao Zheng?" went?!"

——Intuition is very keen.

Akashi Seijuro seemed unable to understand what she said, he tilted his head, his tone was calm and reasonable: "Of course I am Akashi Seijuro."

"You!" Donghua became anxious for a moment, she hurried out from behind the big vase, took two steps forward, moved to behind the small screen that was closer to him, poked her head out to stare at him, and emphasized righteously , "I'm talking about the original Xiaozheng! I like Xiaozheng!"

At this time, Akashi Seiyuki had returned to the company, and there were no servants in the shogi room. Akashi Seijuro thought about it, and then asked Fuyuka as if he was really puzzled by this: "You mean the loser?"

"Xiao Zheng is not a loser!"

"No, he has already lost—if it wasn't for me, Akashi Seijuro would have won his first defeat in his life."

"???" Dong Hua was genuinely confused, "If he loses, he loses! Besides, what's wrong with losing?"

——Differences do not conspire with each other, that guy can get along with her for so long.

Akashi Seijuro didn't answer, but nodded to her politely and distantly, then turned around and left.

"Wait!" Dong Hua instinctively called out to stop him, but when he looked over again, he couldn't help shivering again, his face tensed up nervously, as if he was just trying to hunt. Lamb fleeing from the eater.

She cleared her throat deliberately as if to be brave, but she still didn't dare to meet Akashi Seijuro's indifferent gaze. Donghua rubbed the floor unconsciously, and then continued in a soft voice, "What is Xiaozheng?" When will you be back?"

"..." Akashi didn't answer her, just wondering that she would ask such a question, "The Akashi family does not allow failure. You who grew up with him, don't you know?"

Donghua was stunned for a moment, the facial features of the boy in front of her were so familiar that she could describe it even with her eyes closed, but it revealed a faint strangeness, she blinked blankly, and suddenly didn't know what to say—or the whole thing It was so chaotic that she didn't know where to start.

Some things can indeed be explained by the fans of the authorities—for example, after Aunt Shiori left, the father and son who were not good at expressing emotions fell into a long tug of war. The responsibilities of the famous family and the interests involved in the family are like an unshakable The mountain stood heavily in the middle of the two of them, and the already restrained family affection was also weakened again and again, to the point where people could not even feel it.

"It's not like this, it's not like this..." Donghua's eyes drifted, and she palely argued like this. The girl shook her head in a daze, but felt her eyes were hot, and she stretched out her hand to touch it, only to realize that the tears had followed her movements thrown out.

If Aunt Shiori was still around, things wouldn't have turned into what they are now, would they?

Auntie Shiori clearly promised to stay with him well.

In the end, I lost my companion, what should I do? The more Donghua thought about it, the more uncomfortable she became, and she couldn't help crying while covering her face. If Aunt Shiori knew, she would be sad too.

A shadow suddenly fell in front of her, Donghua choked, raised her head from her palm in a daze, and handed a handkerchief that looked very soft to her eyes, and she heard the boy's voice more transparent than usual: "...wipe Wipe it."

He is different from Xiaozheng, even his voice is different - like the difference between warm and cold tones.

"Thank you."

When Akashi Seijuro heard the aggrieved girl thank you sullenly, his eyelashes flickered, and a heavy tear came out of her eye socket and hit the ground.

It is almost doubtful that the sound of water splashing on the ground can be heard.

The handkerchief was carefully picked up by her, but when she left, the girl's wet soft fingertips brushed against his palm as if invisibly, and Akashi Seijuro's fingers trembled almost imperceptibly.

Although he has never had such an experience, Akashi Seijuro did think of it just now from that vain touch - the kitten who had just finished licking the goat's milk wobbled over and gently touched it with his wet face. Touch his hand.

"That, I'll return it to you after I'm done washing," Dong Hua wiped the tears off her face with a handkerchief, and shyly put her hands behind her back.

"No need, just give it to me," Akashi held out his hand, "Not all servants come to wash."

Akashi Seijuro didn't realize that there was something wrong with what he said. After all, the two of them shared the same memory palace. He also had a general understanding of Saienji Fuyuka's living habits. When she first moved to Akashi's house, she was still a little cautious. Small things like handkerchiefs are too embarrassing to bother the servants, so I wash them by myself, and then Akashi often forgets to wash them for her.

Finally, I got rid of the awkwardness of living under the fence.

Although what he said was indeed the truth, Dong Hua also lowered her head and fell silent after he said it. She raised her head after a long while, her eyes revealing a faint embarrassment.The girl gritted her teeth and thought for a moment, and finally ran away clutching the handkerchief tightly: "No!"

Her hair was carried by the airflow that she ran past, Akashi kept his outstretched hand for two seconds, then tilted his head in doubt: What is she angry about?

But the problem was resolved after an hour.

The door panel was knocked suddenly, and the girl came in with a slightly dissatisfied voice: "The handkerchief is washed, Akashi-kun, is it convenient for me to come in?"

Akashi, who was reading a book, paused, walked over and opened the door: "What's the matter?"

"Here, I've washed it, here it is!" Dong Hua thrust her hands behind her back to his face with a puffed face, angrily justifying her name, "I can do this kind of thing!"

"..." Akashi raised his eyebrows, raised his eyelids and glanced at her, "I seem to remember that when I gave it, it wasn't this color."

If it was Aomine Daiki before, she probably used a ton of niacinamide to forcibly whiten her into Kise Ryota.

Donghua's hands trembled, her face turned red instantly, her eyes wandered, trying to cover up her guilty conscience with her voice: "I, I——this is an accident! I, I, I'm just not familiar with these products, but the basic technique is still correct of!"

Akashi Seijuro lowered his eyelids, the girl's fingertips were faintly visible behind the faded handkerchief, probably after being soaked in water for a long time, the originally smooth white fingertips had obvious blister patterns, which looked a bit shocking.

"... Forget it, I'm sorry," Dong Hua discouraged, and prepared to take back the handkerchief sullenly, "I'll buy another one for you... shall I?"

The handkerchief that was just about to fit into the palm was taken away lightly by the other party, she raised her head in a daze, the boy lowered his eyelids, and smiled at her slightly: "Thank you, Dong Hua."