[Net King] Money people are omnipotent

Tokyo Haneda Airport.

The sky is cloudy, and there are people coming and going in the waiting room.

The assistant was worried: "It's about to rain, and I don't know if the flight will be cancelled."

Doris sat there, lost in thought.

Recalling the conversation with Shinobu in the office of the dean of ice emperor.

At that time, she saw that Zaoji and Atobe got along naturally and communicated familiarly, so she called out Renzu.

"Have you known Atobe-kun for a long time? It feels like they are very familiar."

Renzu thought for a while, dragging his lazy and slow tone: "To a certain extent, they have known each other for a long time."

Doris's eyelashes trembled slightly, implying something: "As the sole heir of the Atobe family, Atobe-kun is probably involuntary in many cases."

Rinzu met her gaze, and his eyes, which were always clear and flawless, fluctuated: "You don't know him, the surname Atobe is not his shackles."

"Really?" Doris narrowed her eyes, "I don't think Atobe-kun is suitable for early memorization."

"How do you know it's not suitable?"

"Japanese aristocratic families are too feudal and traditional. If I remember early, I don't like to be restrained."

Doris's words and deeds, on the surface, are just prejudices expressed by ignorance of Atobe, but they are actually living in a chain of contempt.

There was a smile on the corner of Renzu's mouth, but his eyes were cold: "I don't know who you are referring to, but I think I already understand you completely."

"Maybe you have heard of the stereotype effect. This is a psychological law. If you don't know the whole picture, your own thinking will be preconceived, and you will make comments from your own standpoint."

Doris subconsciously withdrew the smile on the corner of her mouth, with a grim expression on her face.

Shinobu's voice was deep and depressed, and the words were compelling: "A person's greatest malice is to impose his own understanding on others. Atobe is my friend. In my opinion, he and Yuki are the most suitable pair."

Standing up reluctantly, his expression was lazy and tired: "I wish you a success in the signing."

People at the airport stop and go.

The assistant hesitated for a moment, then asked softly, "Teacher, don't you want to say goodbye to your daughter?"

Doris turned her eyes lightly, and shook her head slowly: "No, it's better if I don't show up."

Then there was a smile on the corner of her mouth, flamboyant and wanton: "She must be very happy."

There is a saying in "To Kill a Mockingbird": "You can never really understand a person unless you walk around in his shoes and think about things from his point of view."

Sometimes, what we see may not be the whole truth of things, and what we know may only be the tip of the iceberg.

……

Kyoto ancient guardian.

On the long corridor, not a single person could be seen.

There are passages at the twists and turns, and the passages are full of woods.

The housekeeper walked in front slowly, and explained softly: "The Gushou family has few servants, because the master is not here today, so I will let them go on vacation."

Yuki nodded, and followed the housekeeper to Gu Shou Daishi's room.

In the room, everything is well placed.

There is a pot of lilies on the table.

Lilies symbolize a happy marriage for a hundred years and a beautiful family, as well as blessings that all wishes come true.

Mrs. Qianhe looked at the place she hadn't been in for many years, with mixed feelings for a while.

The place where she wanted to escape all the time, went around and went around, but she came back again.

She sighed softly, walked to a wall according to her memory, and groped for a while.

Press the mechanism, and the secret door appears.

Looking up, it was deep and dim, and the coldness penetrated into the limbs and bones, like being in a thousand-foot ice pool, and the news of death was everywhere.

Very strong corpse smell.

Yuki subconsciously covered her nose.

The butler walked ahead with a flashlight.

They could feel that they were going underground. About 5 minutes later, an old mottled stone slab appeared on the road.

Teak knelt down and tapped.

Mrs. Qianhe frowned slightly, and murmured, "It's like a cellar."

The flashlight shone directly on the teak wood, and she groped along the slate for a while, but couldn't find the switch.

She had no choice but to take out the Five Thunder Talisman from her bag and stick it on the slate.

"Back up."

Retreating to a safe zone, Teak clasped his hands together, his eyes froze suddenly: "Explosive."

With a bang, the stone slab was blasted open, and immediately shattered into pieces.

A stern light flashed in the teak eyes, full of excitement: "Okay, let's go down."

……

In order to show respect, Atobe specially sent a car to Kyoto to pick up Gu Shou Taishi.

In Atobe Buckingham Palace, the butler hurriedly walked, commanding: "After replacing these, be sure to record the original location. Move the big objects in the other direction."

The maids took a photo first, and then placed the vases and decorations everywhere.

After the trace department got dressed, the housekeeper took a step forward and reported: "Master, according to your request, most of the decorations have been changed."

The butler bowed: "Also, all the servants have told me that they have never seen Miss Teak before."

Atobe nodded slowly, sat on the sofa with his legs crossed lazily, and said slowly, "Is my master's study locked?"

There is a portrait of teak in the study, just in case, it is safer to lock it.

"It's locked, and the master's wife's bedroom is also locked."

Atobe's neckline was open, revealing his beautiful collarbone. Looking at the watch on his wrist, the butler immediately replied, "There is still about 10 minutes' drive."

"Let the driver go around for a while and try to delay the time."

"Yes."

……

Kanagawa Kanai General Hospital.

The sky was getting darker and darker, Yukimura carried the cornflowers raised on the roof back to the ward.

Chi Ding saw a big bag on the ground, and asked curiously: "Isn't that the black-faced uncle sent it yesterday? What is it?"

Uncle Black Face...

Yukimura fell silent.

"His name is Genichiro Sanada, and he is my childhood friend." Yukimura put the cornflower on the table helplessly and explained, "There are tools for drawing inside."

"You can draw. Then draw me a portrait."

Chi Ding brushed his bright red robe, and sat down leisurely with his afro on his head.

Yukimura thought about it for a while, and agreed: "It's fine. It just happens to be nothing to do."

He took out all the tools, stroked the paper, and took the paintbrush in his hand, ready to help him draw a portrait.

When he was painting, his expression was unsmiling and serious.

Chi Ding felt a little bored, and opened his mouth: "The painting is better, it shows the heroic appearance of my buddies."

As soon as the words fell, Chi Ding turned his eyebrows and asked: "The hairstyle should be before, and don't draw an afro."

Yukimura smiled, with a warm voice, like gurgling water, gentle and gentle: "I prefer to draw landscapes, and rarely draw figures, so don't lose your temper when the time comes."

Chi Ding waved his hand: "I believe in you."

Yukimura looked up at him, a little puzzled: "You stay in the hospital every day, don't come out to play?"

"It's nothing fun." Chi Ding curled his lips, "I'll just stay with you in the hospital. Anyway, don't your friends have to go to school, you're so boring by yourself."

Yukimura smiled warmly, and said like a spring breeze: "You think the afro is too ugly, so you don't want to go out."

"Ouch, you are so annoying, don't tell me if you see through."

What Yukimura said was part of the reason, in fact, it was more because Chiding found that after Yukimura saw his afro, he would be in a good mood, and the corners of his mouth were full of uncontrollable smiles.

Although he cares about his own beauty, but to make Yukimura happy, he should be ugly.

But now it's been a long time, and the stalk of the afro is getting less funny.

The more Chi Ding thought about it, the more angry he became, he seemed to be slightly angry, and his voice was much clearer: "I'm so bored, I won't draw anymore!"

Yukimura stared in amazement.

Chi Ding floated up, his tone was angry, and his evil and unruly voice roared: "No, I still have to ask Master to let her get my hair back."

After speaking, he hurriedly floated out.

Yukimura put down his brush, walked quickly to the window, and remained motionless.

The rain beat on the windows, the raindrops collided, and there was a tick-tick sound.

A face as gentle as jade, a little annoyed.

He shouldn't poke someone's sore spot.

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感谢在2022-07-0200:22:56~2022-07-0315:55:19期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: 9 bottles of cherry;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!