[Comprehensive] Judging people by their appearance

The sky is beautiful, and the hazy warm light softly diffuses into the solemn and cold corridor of R4. In this luxurious area, which is not at all like a civil servant's work building, compared with the gorgeous and thick decorations, squatting next to the pillar and looking timidly at Fushimi The little girl who made her look even more petite and lovely.

Just like when Fushimi met Chiba for the first time a few months ago, the other party also had timid and helpless and contradictory dependent eyes.

Chiba seems to have trusted Fushimi from the very beginning, or is it so credible in the child's mind to have the name of a state official on his head?

Fushimi himself did not believe that he was so noble.

Especially after seeing this child again after many days.

"Hey, you took the initiative to come to me."

"Huh? Ah, yes, yes, because Uncle Fushimi never answers the phone, I had no choice but to come to you..."

Fushimi suddenly stretched out his hand to support the pillar behind Chiba, the difference in height made him have to bend down to clearly see the bewilderment flickering in Chiba's bright and innocent eyes.

Fushimi felt that his whole body was agitated, but on the bright side it was still the good Uncle Fushimi in Chiba's eyes who was good at heart even though his words were uncomfortable.

Fushimi squinted his eyes, slightly hiding the eagerness to move under the blue gray.

"Is the head of the room allowed?"

Chiba twitched the corners of her mouth in embarrassment, felt a little guilty, and lowered her head uneasily: "Anyway, anyway, I'll go find my brother later, if you hurry up, my brother won't find out, and I'll get rid of Sister Awashima and keep it a secret, as long as Fushimi Uncle also... ah!"

Fushimi's hand that was originally propped on the pillar suddenly moved down and held Chiba's arm firmly. The man's strength was full of strength and pulled Chiba staggeringly. He walked very steadily, but the temporary speed still made Chiba unable to react. .

"Uncle Fushimi, where are you taking me?"

Fushimi grasped Chiba's hand and walked out of the monitoring range of the monitor skillfully. In the blind spot of vision, in the already large and complicated building, under Fushimi's leadership, Chiba was already dizzy and didn't know where he was. where.

Struggled twice, to no avail.

Qianye was a little anxious, "Uncle Fushimi, it's late, brother will definitely ask me!"

Fushimi suddenly pushed Chiba into a safe passage, a blue halo flowed on the glass, and Fushimi did not know where to press, and the area where the two were standing began to slide down.

Without any warning, Chiba sprained her foot and fell to the right, an arm firmly wrapped around Chiba's waist, moving her from the distorted position into his arms in front of him.

There was a thin callus where the hand held the sword all the year round, gently and restrainedly brushing the hair sticking to Chiba's cheek to the side of the ear, Chiba raised her head in doubt, and just happened to notice that Fushimi's tight strings had been pulled flat lip line.

Chiba's heart skipped a beat, "Uncle Fushimi, do you hate me?"

Otherwise, why would he leave the apartment without saying a word, introduce her to an adopter but never show up.

They didn't answer the phone either.

As if Chiba had done something evil, Fushimi couldn't even touch Chiba's news.

After thinking deeply like this, the eye sockets of Chiba, who was inexplicably far away, turned slightly red, and the deep red color of the first plum blossoms blooming on the snow in winter stimulated Fushimi's senses.

It wasn't until Chiba suddenly groaned in pain that Fushimi realized that he had slowly let go of the hand that was too strong, and looked down at Chiba from a high position, with the hypocritical smile that he was the most disdainful, but Chiba thought he was kind .

"This sentence should be said by me, Qianye is so cunning, she actually took the lead."

"Is this a gift from someone who came to visit me?"

Qianye subconsciously said: "That's brother..."

However, before he finished speaking, the exquisitely packaged food box was taken away, the door opened, and Fushimi threw the food box into the trash can quite naturally.

Chiba's eyes widened, "Uncle Fushimi, how could you..."

The gift that was taken away, Chiba wanted to pick it up, at least it shouldn't end up in a trash can, but when it was stretched halfway, it was pulled over, Chiba raised her head in a daze, and bumped straight into Fushi's over-serious Eye.

"I didn't break the agreement. Qianye came to me on his own initiative, so if I do something beyond the agreement, the room chief can't do anything to me." He walked hoarsely like a snake walking in the grass.

For some reason, the originally hypocritical and kind smile on Fu Jian's face was gradually smeared with a layer of morbid wantonness.

The ferocious beast that has been suppressed for a long time, once saw the prey he longed for without warning.

It seems that some color that has been deliberately hidden behind the curtain is gradually exposed, and the darkness that is not sunny and bright has quietly stretched out its tentacles.

In Chiba's heart, Uncle Fushimi is a good person who seems to be hard-spoken and always likes to mock people, but in fact, she is not a fool who knows nothing. Chiba who just lost her parents when she entered r4 for the first time He clearly heard the words of Fushimi's colleagues.

——Mr. Fushimi, who has always acted decisively and never did unnecessary troublesome things, would actually take over such thankless extra work.

——Even if you are the family members of the accident victims, you don’t have to go to this level.

——Fushimi unexpectedly likes children very much.

correct.

Even though Chiba, who had lost her support because she was a stranger at first, and Chiba who had nothing to support after going through her parents' funeral, the first thing she reaped was the care from Fushimi Saruhiko.

Uncle Fushimi, who is almost considered a good person in his heart, has a corner of that beautiful and kind picture, which is falling apart.

Qianye hadn't figured it out yet, and didn't know anything, but the child's strange sixth sense seemed to notice something, that immature face was full of anxiety and paleness, and even his voice became much quieter.

"Uncle Fushimi..."

Chiba didn't know what to say.

Fushimi seemed to know what Chiba was thinking at this time, he took out a candy from his pocket, patiently peeled off the candy wrapper to reveal the crystal clear fruit with an attractive sweet fragrance inside, and put it on Chiba's lips.

"Open your mouth."

Qianye hesitated for a moment, the sweet aroma of the candy seemed to be tempting to swallow it.

This is Chiba's favorite candy.

Putting it into his mouth obediently, a fresh sweetness bloomed on the tip of his tongue, but the size of the candy was medium, but it was enough to make it difficult for Chiba to speak.

"Does Chiba want to go out and play?"

Chiba's eyes widened in surprise, and the next second she shook her head in disappointment.

Fushimi's eyes were lazy and sharp, and he smiled lightly: "The head of the office must take you seriously. If Chiba wants to go out to play, then go, the head of the room, and I will solve it for you."

but……

Mingming promised his brother to come and give him a gift... Qianye's expression froze.

The food box was thrown away by Uncle Fushimi, if my elder brother found out, I always felt that I would die a miserable death qaq

Adopted children always feel that they have no confidence in what they say or do...

Qianye didn't have the courage to face her brother's anger...

But obviously, if he really left like this, his brother would still be angry.

Although Munakata is always an elegant example of a modest gentleman, as Uncle Fushimi's boss, Chiba, who has a strong aura, doesn't feel like confronting him directly.

Chiba hesitated, but Fushimi mentioned that Chiba had made a decision, and took Chiba to take another secluded road away from r4.

In other words, Fushimi has always had only one purpose, no matter what Chiba decides, her path will always be the one Fushimi arranged for her.

The crisp and immature voice of a young girl.

The hair brushed the back of the hand.

Mixed with the sweet and greasy aroma of candies, the green and tantalizing warm fragrance, wrapped in sweetness, hit Fushimi's line of defense that had endured for many days.

The soft, boneless little hands were fully restrained by him, as if, not only that, but more could be asked for.

Fushimi is not a good person in Chiba's mind.

Such things as moral sense are really weak.

It was only to temporarily lock up the sex with the shackles of the other party's youth, but the sudden restraint by the head of the room seemed to aggravate the fragility of the lock.

It was never the so-called ridiculous morality that bound Fushimi, only the child Chiba.