"Tezuka, the national competition is about to be held. I don't know where Chiya is going. I'm really worried." Fuji and Tezuka walked on the street, and Fuji said with some concern.
"Ah." Tezuka is worthy of being Tezuka, and it still has an extremely monotonous monosyllable voice.
Fuji sighed and wanted to chat with Tezuka. It seemed that this life would be a bit difficult.
"Buji, what's going on?" Tezuka suddenly spoke, which made Fuji a little curious. Tezuka saw it, and I wonder if what I saw was interesting.
When Buji looked up, he found that Tezuka's words could no longer represent all this. This was so strange. "What the hell is going on? Why are there these people?"
"Are you Buji Zhousuke?" A man in black walked up to Buji and asked faintly. Although he was not angry, the momentum was really terrifying.
"Yes, I am." Bu Er said lightly.
"Then, please follow me, please leave first." The man in black said calmly, but Tezuka could not deny it at this time, "Buki, if you have anything to do, call me."
Tsuka patted Buji's shoulders, then walked to the side, leaning against the telephone pole, which was very leisurely, but it gave Buji a firm confidence and could not be afraid.
Buer followed the man in black into his home, but was frightened by the more exaggerated people. He never expected that these people would come to his house, and his parents and sister were sitting quietly.
On the sofa, I seemed very reserved.
"Hey, who are you? Why are you in my house?" Yuta suddenly walked out from behind Buji. He seemed a little angry when he looked at these people. He was not calm.
Fuji was busy grabbing Yuta and then covering his mouth. He didn't know who these people were, so what he needed now was to wait and see.
"Don't worry, two, we have no malice." On the dark sofa was a man with his back facing them. The man suddenly stood up, and when the man looked at them, they were already
Sad to death.
"death?" The two of them spoke in disbelief. How could death appear here? And it seems that death is not like death.
"But death is all the past tense. Please remember my current name, Liu Rothschild." I put my hands in my pockets and looked at these two people very calmly.
Liu Rothschild? Fu Er was a little confused. Why had he never heard of this name? The Rothschild family seemed to be unclear.
"What happened to the Rothschild family?" Akihiko Fuji stood up in a hurry. No one came to Japan to find him after so long. Could it be that something happened to the family, or his father...
I sorted out my bangs, "Mr. Buer, the matter in the family doesn't seem to be your business! You haven't cared about the family for twenty-five years!" The cold voice seemed to directly hit Akihiko Fuji's heart.
Fuji Akihiko took a step back and then sat down on the sofa.
"Akihiko, don't worry." Fuji Shuzi was also a little anxious when she saw her husband seemingly became decadent in an instant.
I looked at Buer Shuzi. Although I didn't say anything, my cold eyes kept looking at her. I abandoned my family and father and brother for this woman. Could it be that love is really so good that people can do anything?
"Xuan, twenty-five years, have you ever regretted following this woman?" I walked directly to Akihiko Fuji and looked at him condescendingly, and his deep purple eyes became a little dark.
The decadence in Fuji Akihiko's eyes became very bright at this moment, "I have never regretted following Shuzi, let alone regretted it. I changed my name with her."
I glanced at Akihiko Fuji, "Don't you regret having three children?" I looked at the three even more restrained people with a calm look. The corners of my mouth were a little cold. Have you really never regretted it?
After leaving the Rothschild family, he became nothing and had to leave his hometown to come to Japan. He could not even have a name. He could only be called the Fuji family's surname Buji. Have you really never regretted it?