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Under the high-pressure gaze of Atobe, Fujiwara Chuanhe lowered his head and explained everything, and by the way excused the innocent housekeeper and bodyguard. The two crimes of poor custody and leaving without authorization are serious.

In fact, he just wanted to scare this woman who has been very arrogant recently, but seeing her self-blaming appearance, Atobe felt a little regretful, coughed uncomfortably and said, "Forget it this time."

Fujiwara Chuanhe snickered inwardly and said that the art of stewardship that the wives said really works, as long as you confess immediately after doing something wrong, and then emphasize that it is to care for him, no matter how weak you are, everything is OK.

When Atobe saw the woman regaining her spirits immediately, her eyelids twitched, damn it!Who taught women these things, but this woman is too stupid, and the expression on her face can't be restrained, ah, in fact, she is cute even if she is stupid.

The look in Atobe's eyes is so strange, Fujiwara Chuanhe shook, and then asked tentatively, "Keigou, you seem to be very busy these days?" The small eyes looked behind him vigorously, why is Atobe so tall? Can't see it!

Seeing the woman's small movements, Atobe smiled mysteriously, "Ah, does the woman want to come in?"

Fujiwara Chuanhe frowned at the buns he ate recently, there must be a conspiracy to let him in so easily!To enter or not to enter?

Atobe watched the woman change her face with great interest. What he was interested in at first was her changeable little face, which was really fun.

I don't know that Fujiwara Chuanhe, who was teased by Atobe, saw him closing the door, and immediately slipped in. Now that she has two guts, she is not afraid, she is not afraid... Wow, what is this!

Jingwu's study room is densely packed with dozens of fake models!The model's face is so familiar, isn't it her!

God!Atobe is perverted!Let's play the dummy!

Frightened by the strong visual impact, Fujiwara Kawahe took a step back, bumped into a fleshy wall, turned his head to look at Atobe, and pointed with trembling fingers, "This, this, this..."

Atobe came to the model with his arms around the woman and said, "Ah, do you like it?"

"Huh? For me?"

"It's all you." Atobe was very satisfied with the woman's excited appearance, and he spent two days preparing for it.

She was so scared, if she accepted this gift and put it in the room, she would be the first person to be scared to death by herself.

But why did Atobe send this?etc!She seems to have discovered something!Looking over, she is from North Korea, she is from Vietnam, she is from Arabia, she is from India, etc. How do I know it is too obvious, okay? These she are all wearing wedding dresses from all over the world!For the wedding dress!

It turned out that this was what Atobe wanted to give her, and said shyly, "I like it."

No woman can resist beautiful clothes, Fujiwara Chuanhe jumped into the crowd of models with a cheer, tsk tsk, this workmanship, this style.

The thumping Fujiwara Kawahe suddenly thought of something, pulled his face, moved back to Atobe sullenly and said, "Our mother has prepared our dresses, and these are not usually worn."

Atobe pinched the woman's increasingly round bun face, and smiled slightly, "Ah, don't worry."

Fujiwara Kawaha asked curiously regardless of the big hand that was rubbing and abusing him, "Well, is there any way?"

Atobe let go of his hands regretfully, picked up the phone on the desk and ordered, "Call them in."

In an instant, the door was opened suddenly, and a crowd of people poured in, and Fujiwara Kawahe was startled.When she came to her senses, she found that those in the study had all been moved away. Before she could ask any doubts, her true self was immediately surrounded by them and rushed out.

Fujiwara Chuanhe turned his head and saw Atobe following slowly and heaved a sigh of relief, saying that Atobe is getting more and more unpredictable, so don't tell her anything!She hates playing guessing games!

The house of Atobe is too big. When Fujiwara Kawahe almost turned his eyes, the destination finally arrived. Seeing all kinds of photographic equipment in the venue, Fujiwara Kawahe suddenly realized that because Atobe was busy with the competition, their wedding photos were not yet available. Didn't shoot it, she almost forgot about it.

"Chuan He, come here." Mrs. Atobe in the distance stopped communicating with the photographer and waved to her.

Hearing the call, Fujiwara Kawaha walked over quickly, and seeing Mrs. Atobe's expression changed slightly, she immediately changed to moving over in small steps, as if she was a lady of a big family. !

Mrs. Atobe nodded in relief, pregnant women should always pay attention to safety.

When the two met, Fujiwara Kawahe was immediately taken by Mrs. Atobe to the dressing room next door. Considering her condition, she only put on light makeup and started the fitting trip.

First of all, the upper body is a set of Indian wedding dress, the light golden gauze is inlaid with broken diamonds, gorgeous and eye-catching, Fujiwara Chuanhe fell in love with it immediately.

Mrs. Atobe looked at the beauty in front of her and nodded in satisfaction, "Let's go, Jing Wu has been waiting for a long time."

"Mother, wait a minute." Looking at himself in the mirror, Fujiwara Chuanhe always felt that something was wrong, and suddenly thought of something, his eyes lit up, and he gestured to the makeup artist, "This, then that."

The make-up artist looked at the madam begging for help, and was relieved when she saw the madam nodding. With the madam covering her, the young master would not be afraid of getting angry.

Atobe, who had already finished dressing up, was sitting leisurely on the sofa reading a book. It was really troublesome for a woman to change clothes, but fortunately, my uncle had already prepared for it.

As soon as Renzu entered the door, he saw the extremely gorgeous uncle, and said with a smile, "Ah, what country is this prince from?"

Dazhuzhuzi snorted contemptuously, "Idiot, I don't even know this! India!"

"Ah Le, the bamboo has become smarter."

"Miss Ben has always been very smart!" She would not say that the contents of the racecourse man's penalty plagiarism have it.

"Don't relax!"

"Yes."

Hearing this, Atobe looked up and saw that the two couples of groomsmen and bridesmaids had arrived, put down their books, got up and walked over, saying, "Thank you."

"What's the matter with Atobe?" Ninzuzu spoke first, and the other three looked over curiously, calling only to say that they needed their help, without elaborating.

"Taking wedding photos." Atobe pointed to the clothes hanging beside him and said, "This is your clothes."

Ren Zuzu looked over, although the clothes were exquisite, they were too different from Atobe's prince's outfits, it couldn't be what he thought, so he asked uncertainly "is this"

"My prince needs some servants." My uncle's wedding photos must also be perfect.

Sure enough, it was this, and he smiled wryly.

"Too slack!" Sanada's face turned dark all of a sudden, it really shouldn't have come.

Zhuzi said contemptuously, "You let Miss Ben be your servant!"

Atobe felt a little headache from Ome's lack of cooperation, just about to speak, when Liu Qing beside her said coldly, "Okay."

Zhuzi turned his head and complained, "Qing! Why are you answering..." Before he finished speaking, he suddenly saw something and screamed, "Chuan He! What's wrong with you!"

Fujiwara Chuanhe was very happy to see the friends who came, and put aside Mrs. Atobe's nagging, and came to them in three steps and two steps, "Bamboo, it's makeup, it's okay."

Zhuzi was not surprised to see Liu Qing at all, and was a little embarrassed, but Chuan He was able to sacrifice like this, and it was no big deal for them to be servants.

Atobe saw a few people leaving to change their clothes, and shouted at the black-faced woman in front of him, "What's going on!"

"Jingwu, I'm an Indian now! Of course it's normal to be black!" Fujiwara Kawaha said seriously, and smiled showing his white teeth when he was done.

Only then did Atobe scan it carefully, and had to admit that there was something special about it, ah, the black beauty seemed quite gorgeous.

Seeing Atobe's approving eyes, Fujiwara Kawaha immediately took the cosmetic bag and said flatteringly, "Keigou, you won't leave me alone."

"Hehe~" Mrs. Atobe laughed coquettishly when she saw that her son's face was dark even without painting.

The pregnant woman is the biggest, and the last six are all black!

India article:

The princess - Fujiwara Kawahe, the prince - Keigo Atobe, the guards - Sanada and Ninjazu, the maids - Liu Qing and Zhuzi.

The prince leaned gracefully on the gorgeous throne, the princess lay lazily on the prince's lap, the two maids were fanning, and the two guards were expressionless.

The princess slowly got up and raised her hand to provoke the prince's chin charmingly, teasing the prince.

The prince smiled back, and the princess was immediately overwhelmed, her eyes blurred.

The princess came back to her senses, stretched out her hands in frustration to fix on both sides of the prince's cheeks, and gently bumped it with her small head.

The prince suddenly stretched out his hand to bring back the princess who was about to escape, fixed it in his arms and kissed her deeply.

'Crack!Click! 'The photographer outside the venue pressed the shutter excitedly, this is the first time I have seen such a young lady.

The four people in the background in the infield are very tormented, why should the wedding photos be so hot!

Fujiwara Chuanhe pushed Atobe away panting, too bold!How embarrassing!

Japan article:

Geisha-Fujiwara Kawahe, Samurai-Atobe Keigo, Musician Quadruple-Nazuzu and Sanada-Yanagi Haru and Bamboo

The geisha danced in the small courtyard accompanied by the musicians' playing. Their slow movements carried a hint of temptation, which attracted the passing samurai to stop and watch.

The geisha noticed that her eyes stopped moving, smiled coquettishly at the samurai, pulled out the fan from her arms and threw it over.

When the samurai received the fan, he realized that there was a red thread tied to one end of the fan handle, and the other end of the red thread was in the hands of Qi Yi. The two of them smiled tacitly.

The samurai followed the red thread into the small courtyard, drew the red thread from the geisha, tied it to his katana, and returned the fan to the geisha.

The music played, the samurai and the geisha danced with swords and fans, and the leaves fell. The dance between the two gradually turned into a contest, and the fight was quite chic!

The four people in the right background were very surprised, the wedding photos should be so sharp!

'Crack!Click! 'The photographer outside the venue pressed the shutter excitedly, this is the first time I have seen such a young lady.

Mrs. Atobe rushed in screaming, "Be careful, my golden grandson!"

China chapter:

Princess - Fujiwara Kawahe, Prince Consort - Keigo Atobe, Guards - Shinozu and Sanada, Maid - Liu Qing and Zhuzi, Young Master - Kotani

In the gazebo of the princess mansion, the guards are holding their swords around the gazebo, and the maids are waiting in the pavilion.

The gentle and elegant son-in-law was gently picking up a piece of snack and putting it on the princess's plate. The princess took a bite and smiled happily at the son-in-law.

The son-in-law was very satisfied with this, and picked up another piece of dessert, and the princess ate it again, smiling again.

Again and again, the son-in-law was very dissatisfied with the empty plate, and the background maid immediately moved, and it became full again.

The concubine's feeding continued, and the princess ate whatever came.

Suddenly a little prince appeared and began to compete with the princess for the dim sum king.

'Crack!Click! 'The photographer outside the venue pressed the shutter excitedly, this is the first time I have seen such a young master, young master, young master.

Only the excited photographer, everyone was speechless, you two still remember the group of wedding photos by the Daming Lake!

Mrs. Atobe smiled and said, "Let's call it a day, lunch is ready."

The people leaving around Fujiwara Kawaharu mumbled to Atobe with their mouths full of sweets, "It's swollen...is it..."

Atobe said indifferently, "Ah, it's okay, let's try this."

"This is Xiaogu's!"