[Net King] On the Cultivation of Excellent Girlfriends

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At this moment, Lianzi is probably on the train.Probably the next update will be the day after tomorrow~~~Probably~[Wang Tian...

"You live in Kanagawa now, what about going to school?" Keigo Atobe asked.

After a turn, the road became wider and quieter, with towering sycamores on both sides.

"I have been enrolled in Lihai University for a week." Qing Shuiyao looked at him sideways, "What about you? Are you a freshman in high school now? Ha, I'm at the same level as you now."

"Did you skip a grade? Or Rikkai University?" Atobe Keigo was surprised, but he was relieved, since she had excellent grades, it was no big surprise that she would skip a grade.However, Li Hai is big, he suddenly remembered the tennis club in that school, and he still had a heart for last year's national competition.

The King Lihai is big...?Hmph, Ice Emperor is the king on the field!

"By the way, didn't you say that you can only return to China after you become an adult? Why do you suddenly think of going back to China to study in high school?"

"..." Qing Shui was silent.

In fact, during the years when she and Keigo Atobe were neighbors in the UK, although the two seemed to go to school and play together, they were very close, but she was very defensive since she was a child. Although she recognized his approach, she seemed to rely on his care. But he didn't ask about her family situation, so it was impossible for her to mention it to him.Therefore, the two actually only know each other's name and personality so far, but they know very little about the family.

She was silent for a while, thinking about her situation, she only said vaguely: "Because my father asked me to come back, so I came back."

But this vague answer still surprised Keigo Atobe, because during those years in England, he had never seen anyone in China visit her.He even suspected that her family might not be there anymore, leaving her alone to be taken care of by the housekeeper. Otherwise, how could there be such a cold family, leaving such a lovely child alone in a foreign country.Such speculation made him feel more pity for her in his heart, and felt that he should protect this girl from the same country.

But it turned out that she had a father!Atobe Keigo frowned in surprise, how could there be such an ungorgeous father?

Moreover, what does it mean to let her come back, and she will come back?What was it for her to come back?

He had doubts in his heart, but he keenly sensed that she didn't want to elaborate, so he didn't ask any more.

After the car turned another corner, it stopped shortly outside a luxury villa.

Shimizu Haruka thanked the trace department for their service, and looked sideways at this building comparable to Buckingham Palace, her mouth slightly opened to conceal her surprise, "This is yours, a private villa?"

Keigo Atobe smiled and snapped his fingers, "Rose, welcome to Buckingham Palace Atobe!"

Hearing that Qing Shuiyao was speechless for a while, it was obvious that her speechlessness would continue.

I saw the door suddenly and automatically opened slowly to both sides, and then two teams of maids in uniform came out one after another from the inside, and stood neatly on both sides. The middle-aged man who looked like a housekeeper stood at the end of the road with a smile on his face, and everyone looked at the young man beside her with respect and admiration.

"Congratulations, young master."

"..." Qing Shuiyao completely lost the ability to speak.

Obviously Atobe is used to this, "Ah, is lunch ready?"

"Yes, master. Prepare exactly as you ordered." The butler raised his hand to look at his watch and continued with a smile, "This time is just right. You and Miss will be able to eat right away."

Trace nods.A gentlemanly invitation to Qingshuiyao, Qingshuiyao walked in in a daze.

It wasn't until after lunch that Shimizu Haruka came back to his senses under the gorgeous decoration, exaggerated ostentation, and Keigo Atobe's flamboyant style.

Really... don't you want to be so exaggerated!

However, the Atobe family must be very rich... Well, Atobe, why is this surname so familiar?

Her mind automatically began to search for memories, and it didn't take long to understand what supported his gorgeous style.

Atobe Consortium, as a Japanese securities family, this surname not only represents nobility, but also wealth.

You must know that many aristocrats of aristocratic families are actually not as rich as they used to be. Sometimes they only represent a kind of nobility in blood, but they may not be as rich as businessmen and upstarts in wealth.Like the Atobe family, it is a miracle.A hundred years ago, this family was just an ordinary aristocrat. After making a fortune in securities, they became a family of the upper class by virtue of their wealth and power. They have continued to this day and have become the top leaders of Japan's economy.It can be said that the Atobe consortium can be seen in almost all walks of life.

In this way, it is not an exaggeration for Keigo Atobe to show off his flamboyant character all the time.Qing Shui Yao comforted himself in his heart.

After the meal, Keigo Atobe answered a few phone calls, and planned to take Haruka Shimizu to visit the villa.

Qing Shuiyao looked up at the wall clock on the wall, and said regretfully, "Maybe I don't have time to visit today, I have something to do later. Come again next time I have a chance to feast my eyes."

Atobe Keigo paused, then nodded, "Ah! You are always welcome at my uncle's villa."

"My honor." Qing Shuiyao pursed her lips and smiled helplessly.The title of my uncle, when he was a child, he just called himself "Young Master Ben".

Finally, Keigo Atobe drove her to a gift shop.

"Call me when you come to Tokyo." With his hands in his pockets, Atobe habitually said the words with orders.

"Hi!" Shimizu Haruka nodded obediently.

"Ah um, let's leave it at that." Wei Wei regretted that the two of them hadn't met today, but thought that there would be opportunities in the future, and that Tokyo and Kanagawa were not far away, so it could even be said to be convenient.Atobe felt a little balanced.

After saying goodbye to Atobe, Shimizu Haruka watched his car drive away, turned around and walked towards the gift shop.

In fact, she came to Tokyo today, and there is still one thing to do.

visit father.

Since you are here to visit someone, of course you have to bring some gifts.But obviously she didn't care about this matter, so Hayakawa Yumoto didn't bother to prepare, and she didn't want to bring it all the way from Kanagawa.

While looking at the gift, the mobile phone music rang in the bag, which was Chrysler's violin piece "Beautiful Rosemaryn".This is a Viennese-style waltz. The tune is relatively relaxed and cheerful, which makes people feel happy.

Hearing this song, Shimizu Haruka pursed her lips and smiled.

Thinking of the day after school on Friday, after she finished answering Reiko's call, Jingshi suddenly took out his own mobile phone to call her, and then found that all her calls had music, and strongly demanded a "boyfriend exclusive call" .Naturally, she would not refuse such a small matter, so he chose this one among her few songs.He also told her with a smile on his face that he hoped that every time she answered his call, she would feel happy...

The smile on her lips became brighter and she answered the phone.

——Hi, I'm Haruka Shimizu.

A simple sentence passed through the receiver, which was obviously soft like a feather, but it made the young man standing in front of the intercom doorbell feel oppressed and heavy, as heavy as a stone, suppressing his breathing.

His right eye was slightly obliquely covered by the blue broken hair, and the sapphire blue left eye was deep and deep.

"Brother, who is it? Why don't you open the door?"

Qingli Ruying's voice came from a high place with a doubtful tone. The young man came back to his senses, opened his mouth and subconsciously wanted to say something to this cold machine, and finally stretched out his slender fingers silently and pressed the door open button. The rosy nails turned white.

Too much effort.he thought.Eyes staring at the screen of the walkie-talkie without blinking, the girl was standing quietly at the door at the moment, not looking at the camera hole, so he could only see her curved and gentle side face, and her waist-length waist-length face. light blue hair...

He hung up the receiver and turned around, looking up just in time to meet the puzzled eyes of his younger sister Qingshui Xixia who came down the spiral staircase, "Xixia, go to the study and ask your parents to come down."

Qingshui Xixia frowned, a little dissatisfied that he didn't answer his own question, "Who the hell is that? Why didn't you answer? Why are you so mysterious? Really, I just came down from upstairs, and you want me to go up again. Let Marie go..."

"Xixia!" Qing Shuihe also called out a little harshly. Seeing that his sister seemed to be frightened by him, he calmed down and said, "Yes...it's her. She's here. Go and call Dad Mom come down."

"Her? Who... huh?" Qingshui Xixia looked at her brother's riddle-like words in bewilderment. After remembering her father's notice last night, her beautiful amber eyes widened instantly, and she almost screamed, "Qingshuiyao?! Is it her?! Brother, you said she's here?!"

Seeing her brother nodding, she quickly walked down the stairs and looked at the screen, "Let her stand a little longer, why are you opening the door so early?"

Shimizu Kazuya wrinkled his eyes and drank in a low voice: "Xi Xia!" Then he turned his head and told the maid Mari behind to go upstairs to announce.

Qingshui Xixia pouted aggrievedly, and said angrily, "You actually murdered me! You actually murdered me because of her, I want to tell mom—"

The unfinished words were interrupted by the doorbell ringing close behind, Shimizu Kazuya suddenly forgot to open the door of the house, and gestured to the maid to open the door, still criticizing his sister, "Xixia, your Where did you learn etiquette?"

"Hmph! My etiquette is good, the teacher praised me—"

Qingshui Xixia's rebuttal was interrupted again.

It was Yoshimoto Shimizu's cold voice from above the stairs, just a brief greeting, "Here you are." Obviously not talking to their siblings.

For a moment, everyone in the room—including the woman standing behind Ryohito Shimizu holding on to the handrail, Kazuya Shimizu and Xika Shimizu with complicated expressions in the hall—all looked at the girl at the door—

Tall and tall, with picturesque eyebrows.

There was a smile on the corner of her mouth, and after handing over the gift she bought at hand to the maid standing beside her, she raised her eyes and looked directly at the person on the stairs, bowing gracefully, with a natural aristocratic temperament, "Excuse me, my lord." His eyes turned slightly, and there was a flash of light in his brown eyes.She looked at the woman beside Qingshuiquan itself, and greeted politely, "Mrs. Fujiwara, good day."

As the soft lingering sound echoed in the quiet and spacious hall, the air froze instantly.