"Atobe Keigo, you are Atobe Keigo, you really are Atobe Keigo." The girl who had been standing in front of them suddenly shouted loudly, seeming excited but also nervous.
Atobe Keigo raised his eyes, the corners of his lips raised slightly in an inadvertent mockery.
"Is it you?" Her half-smiling look always made people feel inaccessible. He had noticed her at first, but he just glanced at a stranger who had nothing to do with him.
"It's me, I'm Fujiwara Yumi, have you forgotten me?" She looked at the young man in front of her with some excitement. He had grown taller and more mature, but except for his innate charm, it seemed that
It hasn't changed at all
"I know, your name is Fujiwara Ikumi." He just glanced at her lightly, which was completely opposite to Fujiwara Ikumi's nervous look. He had always been too calm.
He picked up Atobe and turned around, but Atobe turned his head. His beautiful silver eyes flashed, and then he looked at Fujiwara Ikumi carefully. It turned out that it was her.
"Atobe Keigo, I want to know if Saya is okay?" Fujiwara Ikumi turned around when she saw him, but there were still clear traces of loss in her heart. She asked loudly to his back. Four years later, I don't know.
, is she okay? At that time, she hurt the most innocent person.
Atobe Keigo stopped and turned around. The tear mole under the corner of his eye shone slightly, and the brows in his purple eyes were filled with all his pride.
"she's fine"
It’s just three words, and he won’t say anything more. He will only like what he likes, and if he doesn’t like it, he will feel annoyed if he takes a second look at it.
And this woman is exactly the person he put on his dislike list
Fujiwara Ikumi smiled bitterly and said goodbye. It turned out that his dislike for her was still so serious. The wind kept blowing her long golden hair. Compared with four years ago, she was mature and sensible. However, no one could forgive her.
she
It's just that she thought wrong. Atobe Keigo has no forgiveness for her at all, because she doesn't exist in her life at all.
"Dad, is that the golden-haired female monkey that Renzu talked about? She is not as beautiful as her mother." Atobu raised his chin and looked at his father, with a small frown.
"Yes, is that right?" Atobe Keigo patted the dirt on his son's body with his slender fingers, raised his head, raised his raised eyes, and drew a deeper arc on the raised corners of his lips, he said thoughtfully
I glanced at Atobe, and only slightly raised my eyebrows at the golden-haired female monkey he said.
"Of course, my young master's mother is the most beautiful," Atobe puffed up his chest and said proudly. His mother is the most beautiful and gentle mother, and she also cooks delicious things for him.
Atobe Keigo patted his son's head, his smile was exceptionally beautiful. He was very happy that he had such understanding. In his eyes, no one could compare to his little maid.
His son looks a lot like him, but he doesn't seem to be
"Dad, don't pat me on the head," Atobe covered his head and pouted, "Dad, you must be jealous of me?" He raised his eyes, with obvious accusations on his face.