Beauty is destined

On the day Akashi went abroad, Akina sent him to the airport. The handsome and tall young man stood at the entrance, with cold pale fingers carefully pulling the broken hair around her cheeks behind her ears.

His rosy eyes are like gentle river water, which will eventually flow into the ocean in her eyes, and she is his destination.

"Sorry, I didn't do what I promised you."

Akina shook her head.

"But I've already told my father that he won't look for you again. His thoughts... You're so smart that you should have noticed something, right?" He bent his lips and smiled, his eyes were clear and there was no trace of jealousy.

"It's really not like you."

"What do I look like to you? A jealous lunatic?"

His eyes were lost for a moment, and Qiu Nai's palm shook slightly in front of his eyes before he came back to his senses.

He pinched her chin with trembling little fingers, kissed her softly, and left as soon as he touched her, "I'm sorry that I have to leave you for a while, I thought I was strong enough, but who knew that I had already withered from the inside, I I will stand in front of you again with a new posture."

He stared into her eyes, looked at himself in her eyes, his love for her never disappeared from his face, no matter which Akashi Seijuro would let her go.

"You can take off the wedding ring when I'm not around. You don't have to return it to me. You have to keep it safe. I will definitely let you wear that wedding ring again."

It meant he took a step back and respected her choice to leave the marriage at any time.

Qiu Nai smiled with narrowed eyes, but was noncommittal to his confident declaration.

He leaned forward and bit her ear, and took the opportunity to say: "I'm worried that you will be cheated by those old things. I have already transferred part of the real estate and stocks to your name. If I want to leave, I will tear off another piece of meat." Come on, it doesn't matter how much, your husband and I can earn it all back."

She looked surprised, but wrapped her arms around his neck, "Are you really willing?"

"As long as it's for you, I will give up anything, after all..." He put one hand behind his back, bent slightly, took her palm and kissed her little finger, "We are connected by a red thread, Nana, don't you remember?" Remember what happened in your previous life."

Qiu Nai frowned and smiled, "Do you think I remember?"

He squeezed her hand tightly, "I left you a gift at the racecourse, go and have a look."

Speaking of his hand slowly loosening, Akashi Seijuro actually let go on his own initiative.

He faced her, stepping backwards.

She is getting further and further away from him.

"Anata—" Qiu Nai put her hands to her mouth and suddenly shouted, "I love you."

His red eyes are like melting candle tears, "Well, I know, but I love you more deeply than you."

Akashi turned the corner and disappeared.

Qiu Nai sighed, turned and walked outside.

She didn't look back, and of course she didn't see it. After she turned around, Akashi Seijuro came out from the corner again. He stood there silently watching her back, and the palm of his hand behind his back was already dripping with blood. .

There are two forces in his body fighting desperately. In order not to hurt her, he can only restrain himself desperately. This is also the reason why he wants to stay away from Qiu Nai.

After all, he can hurt anyone in this world, but he can't and doesn't want to hurt her.

His shadow was long and lonesomely dragging on the ground.

A stretched luxury car was parked outside the airport. Akina was standing in front of the car. The driver ran down and respectfully opened the door for her. Inside the door was Akashi Seishomi, the exclusive lawyer of the Akashi family, and Asahina Ukyoto.

Akina didn't know if Akashi had thought of this scene, he was really clever in transferring the property to himself in advance.

"Miss Fujiwara, tell me, how much does it take for you to get a divorce?"

What a familiar plot, it's simply vulgar.

Qiu Nai hugged her shoulders with both hands, raised Erlang's legs, raised her chin slightly, and deliberately said in an angry voice: "Oh, that's quite a lot, is Mr. Akashi willing to take it out?"

At this time, she looked like a vixen, the kind who specializes in cheating money.

Akashi Seishomi twisted his eyebrows together, and said in a cold voice: "Miss Fujiwara, just say it."

Akina glanced at Asahina Ukyo who was sitting next to him, Asahina Ukyo understood, he stretched out his hand to adjust his glasses, and said solemnly: "It's like this, our Miss Akashi Akina..."

"Hmph..." Akashi Masomi let out a rough, nasal sound of indignation.

"If you are dissatisfied, there is nothing you can do. Miss Akashi is still the legal spouse of Mr. Seijuro Akashi. If you insist on..."

The sound of the three people talking slowly faded away, and Qiu Nai looked out the window lazily with her chin resting on one hand.

The car passed through rows of high-rise buildings and passed countless pedestrians. The light of dusk elongated everyone's shadows, and one shadow was particularly tall, and that shadow was swaying listlessly.

"Miss Akashi Akina has already talked about it." Asahina Ukyo seemed to have regained his senses, and there was no embarrassment in facing her again. He showed her the document that had just been typed in his notebook, and Akina simply glanced at it.

"Okay, sign now."

Akashi Masomi raised his eyebrows and glanced at her, as if surprised that she was so straightforward.

Several people found a nearby company affiliated with the Akashi Zaibatsu to print out the property division agreement and the divorce agreement and sign them. Then, Akina Fujiwara turned around and left without even saying hello.

"Little girl without education." Akashi Seishomi slammed the cup on the table, and just at this moment, Qiu Nai turned around, and she stared at him with a half-smile, as if all the dirty thoughts in his heart were on her There is nothing to hide in his eyes.

Qiu Nai put her index finger in front of her lips to signal him to be quiet.

However, this kind of performance made Akashi Seishomi even more angry.

Qiu Nai's red lips curved, her index finger pointed directly at his heart, and whispered softly: "What are you thinking, don't I know?"

After that, she flicked her silver hair and walked away cleanly.

Asahina Ukyo immediately packed up all kinds of documents and followed them out.

Akashi Masomi took a rough breath, pressed on the heart, took out a bottle of medicine from his pocket, poured out a pill, and pressed it directly into his mouth.

"Are you okay?" Akashi's lawyer asked concerned.

"Ah, it's okay, it's just that my heart is a little bad when I'm old."

Akashi Akina...

Asahina Ukyo chased after Akina, and just pressed it when the elevator door was about to close. His hair was combed meticulously, and his face seemed to be wearing a perfect mask, preventing Akina from guessing any psychological changes in him.

"Oh, Lawyer Asahina, I'm sorry, I almost forgot about you."

Holding his breath in his chest, facing Akina Fujiwara alone, how could he be calm.

"Heh—" He raised his glasses and said coldly, "I thought Ms. Fujiwara didn't want to see me anymore."

"how could be?"

Akina turned around and straightened his tie, "After all, as long as I see a handsome man like Lawyer Asahina, I will be in a good mood."

Asahina Ukyo smiled at her.

Qiu Nai turned her face away, "It's so ugly."

Fujiwara Haruna is simply a villain!

When the elevator arrived, he went out first, and left without looking back.

Qiu Nai didn't take it seriously at all, she stepped into the sun again and stretched lazily, then walked towards the cake shop she was familiar with.

The tall purple-haired man was making a cake with his back to her, but the cake was a bit strange. A woman in a white wedding dress was pressed down by a huge basketball, revealing only her waist-length hair and wedding dress. Looking at a purple-haired man, the man was covering his face and crying.

It's so cute.

Qiu Nai tiptoed behind him, stretched out her arms and hugged his powerful waist, her fingers moved automatically and spontaneously on his abdominal muscles.

Atsushi Ziyuan's hand that was about to grab her suddenly stopped, he blinked, and asked softly, "Qiuzai?"

"Well, Don, it's me."

He puffed his cheeks, like a child having a temper tantrum, "You came to me just because Chi Zai was gone."

Qiu Nai's side face was pressed against the skin of his back, his bulging muscles and warm heat were not something a few clothes could block.

"How did you know he went abroad?"

Atsushi Ziyuan said in a bad tone, "He said it in the group."

"So you still have another group," she pulled his apron away with a twist of her fingers, "Who is in that group?"

"Teammates in Diguang...huh."

From his tone, Qiu Nai knew who those people were.

She said softly: "You are still angry with me, why...why are you angry with me?"

She tore off his apron and threw it aside.

Atsushi Ziyuan, who is obviously a mature man in body but ignorant in emotion, doesn't know what to say. Although there are many girl fans who admire him, and even some models give him hints, he feels that none of them have a delicious taste. It's delicious.

However, Qiu Nai is different, she can be listed as the most delicious food he has ever met in his life.

Atsushi Ziyuan turned around, bent down, and embraced her in his arms.

"I want Qiuzai," he said emphatically, "Qiuzai is mine, and I don't want to give it to anyone."

Qiu Nai poked his arm, and said with a straight face: "No, too domineering will be annoying."

Seeing Atsushi Murasakihara's confused face, Qiu Nai smiled slightly and coaxed: "It seems that your favorite food is delicious sticks. It is impossible for you to monopolize so many delicious sticks produced by the manufacturer, right?"

He was confused, but felt that she was right.

"You are the demand side, I am the supply side, naturally I am the boss, if you make me happy, I will let your favorite delicious bar be your exclusive offering, do you understand this analogy?"

Atsushi Ziyuan nodded, "Qiuzai means that as long as you are happy, you will become me alone."

Qiu Nai brushed her hair and said with a smile, "But if I'm not happy, your special offer will be cancelled."

The deep purple in his eyes is viscous and attractive, like sweet blueberry jam, "No."

"How can I make you happy, Qiuzi?"

Qiu Nai tilted her head, "Yes, what are you going to do?"

Her fingers moved slowly between his waist and abdomen, and suddenly said: "I'll tell you another news, I divorced Akashi."

His eyes brightened instantly, more dazzling than jewels.

"You close the store first, and I'll tell you how to make me happy, okay?"

She was like a witch who coaxed innocent lambs to fall.

But Atsushi Ziyuan jumped up all of a sudden, quickly lowered the shutter door of the cake shop, and locked the glass door inside. He even pulled down the curtains of the windows of the cake shop one by one. The whole shop suddenly became dark, only the cake room Lights on.

When Atsushi Murasakihara came in, he saw that Qiu Nai was rubbing a piece of cream on the cake with his little finger and putting it into his mouth. His Adam's apple trembled violently. After seeing the cake on the table clearly, he immediately strode forward. Blocked in front of Qiu Nai.

"What bad things have you done that you're still afraid of me watching?"

His face was a little red, but when he lowered his head, he saw the light between the cakes flowing on her silver hair.

"A-Dun..." Her voice was sweeter than butter. She hugged his waist and asked softly, "What is this thing?"

"Breakup cake."

"Breakup cake..." Qiu Nai bent her lips and smiled, "I just need it, let's eat it, shall we?"

Atsushi Murasakihara was about to get her a fork, but she grabbed the skirt of his shirt.

"What are you doing?" Her icy blue eyes narrowed, and the corners of her slightly raised eyes were charming, "It's not that kind of food, it's another kind of food."

"It's the way Aden became my boyfriend."

His face and neck were flushed, but there was an unruly wildness in his eyes.

"First," she wiped the remaining cream on her fingertips on his clothes, "take off your clothes."

"All of them..."