Hey, you are so domineering, junior sister, do you think senior brother still has a chance to commit himself to me~"
Fingel extended his thumb and gave Chen Motong a big thumbs up.
In fact, everyone has his own unique temperament, like Nono, who is a natural queen. The character of a sister who can be beautiful on her own without relying on a man is just too suitable for Caesar, and the quirky and ever-evolving lifestyle, Only a wealthy and handsome top nobleman like Caesar could tolerate him.
Therefore, many people are not optimistic that Nono Caesar can be together on the surface, but they have to admit in their hearts that these two people are quite similar in terms of appearance, personality and work style, and they are both existences that can kill everyone.
As for whether Caesar went against the family's wishes to pursue a girl who never followed the rules, or whether he really liked Nono from the bottom of his heart, was Chen Motong moved by Caesar's sincere love, or was he just choosing the one he liked among many men? Yes, and excellent. I guess only they know it.
After all, love is a hazy and changeable thing. Once other factors are mixed in, it will become more messy and cumbersome.
"Stop flattering."
The red-haired miko twitched her nose, but her expression was quite helpful.
Fingel echoed with a mean smile. It was just like playing games with Mr. Li in the dormitory. Every time he encountered a wonderful operation, he would shout "Awesome" next to him, while Li Longyuan frowned on the surface every time, and at the same time, the corners of his mouth It always rises slightly. He could clearly understand this person's thoughts.
After all, you can wear everything you wear, but you can never wear flattery.
Japan, Tokyo, Genji Heavy Industries
The snow this year has been heavy, and the swirling ice crystal snowflakes slowly fall over the city, melting into the signboards with LED lights, the cherry blossom trees with long branches and umbrellas held by pedestrians, and the steel wrapped in silver. In the building, a girl in a red and white witch costume sat in a room covered with plush carpets, watching the snow scene broadcast on the TV screen.
She sat obediently, very quiet and sensible, listening to the sweet host wearing a red scarf on the satellite TV introducing the best places for couples to go together on snowy days, including the snow-capped Mount Fuji.
At this time, the thick alloy door valve opened the narrow gap from the outside. Since the last time Eriyi sneaked out, she even took a taxi to the foot of Mount Fuji (although there was Li Yongyuan's remote guidance), but our family's response to Eriyi Control has been enhanced by more than 10%.
A handsome young man wearing a black haori kimono with white gentian family crests printed on his shoulders walked in, dragging his clogs. I saw my sister switching the live TV to the animation channel.
He couldn't help but sigh inwardly.
Eriki had never read this type of news report column before. She was more like a little girl who was inexperienced in the world. She loved anime and games. She lived in a two-dimensional world and was full of strangeness and fear of the entire real world.
But now she is undoubtedly slowly paying attention to these things, and is more willing to take the initiative to learn more about the world.
Of course Yuan Zhisheng knew who was responsible for this. But he didn't know whether this was good or bad for Eryi.
However, for the first time, he concealed from Tachibana Masamune that Eriki was trying to observe the real world. Because he knew that if he told her, Masamune Tachibana would immediately cut off the news channel, completely blocking Eri's access to external information, and nipping in the cradle any danger that might sprout and cause Eri to lose control.
Of course Minamoto knew that this was the right thing to do to ensure that Eri's high-risk bloodline wouldn't get out of control. It can protect the safety of millions or even tens of millions of people in this city.
However, every time he looked at Eri Yi's plain white and beautiful but seemingly tepid little face, he looked at the beautiful smile that should have been filled with her, and she was traveling romantically in the snow with the person she liked or good friends, eating hot shabu-shabu dishes. At such an age, but could only stay in a cage-like room all day long, Yuan Zhisheng's heart couldn't help but be slightly touched.
He could not go against the just choice and ignore the safety of the city.
But the weather is so cold that everyone needs to huddle together for warmth in order to survive.
Where can a lonely person find a partner?
As the young man frowned and stared, the dark red-haired girl turned around, with curious prying eyes in her black and white moist eyes.
As the young master of the largest yakuza family in Japan, Minamoto has to deal with a lot of things and rarely has time to see her.
"I packed your favorite sukiyaki."
The young man calmed down his expression well, and then raised the meal bag in his hand.
In fact, Eriki has no emotions about food at all. No matter what kind of food is served, she will eat it carefully and never add unnecessary trouble to the chef who prepares the dishes.
It's just that Yuan Zhisheng felt that speaking this way would bring more ordinary warmth among family members. Although he is the last young master of the Minamoto family and the emperor who will control the entire underworld in the future, the Erashi Shang family is the only remaining blood descendant.
"I'm very happy, thank you."
When Yuan Zhisheng put the lunch box in his hand on the tea table and bent down to sit cross-legged, Eriyi scribbled on a small notebook with charcoal.
The handsome young man's face was expressionless, but a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. Looking at the girl in the red miko uniform, she lowered her head and slowly took the sukiyaki and put it into her mouth.
He wanted to rub the girl's head and tell her that no matter how cold the weather was, she still had him as her brother to lean on.
But Yuan Zhisheng still didn't reach out. Their noble status destined them not to live an ordinary life like an ordinary family.
"Eri, have you ever seen snow?"
Suddenly, the young man asked in silence.
The girl opposite stopped chewing, and then slowly shook her head.
"That's it!"
He sighed, stood up and walked outside.
"Remember to make a wish during the New Year. It is said that no matter what your wish is, as long as you are pious enough, the Seven Gods of Luck can come true."
The moment the alloy door opened, Yuan Zhisheng paused and said softly.
Then he left without looking back, and the giant steel door marked with "γ" closed again.
Yangtze River, Kuimen
Even if the cold current hits, it still cannot stop such a majestic and vast river from rushing. Millions of tons of river water roar like an angry dragon in the river bed.
Wearing a peaked cap and a blue and white employee uniform of Blue Bird Express, the man with his forehead slightly covering his eyes stood at the top of a mountain gorge, with an ordinary face and a calm expression.
"White Emperor City...what?"
He looked at the vermilion building that was vaguely visible in the mountains and forests, and sighed softly, with vicissitudes and memories in his tone that were inconsistent with his age.
The pattering raindrops fall on the vast and silent mountains and rivers. The glory and glory of the past seem to be buried in time, and it is difficult to retell and echo.
"Ouch!"
In a trance, there was an earth-shattering roar at the bottom of the river, causing the river water to continuously stir up ripples. The white cold frost mixed with withered yellow leaves rustled down, as if the horn of ancient war was blowing, and the curtain hidden behind history was truly opened. The loyal subjects finally waited for the king's return after a thousand years.
The young man wearing a peaked cap suddenly raised his head, and his originally dark pupils lit up with a golden and distant light, like a candle flame burning brighter in the empty night.
Now he is Ronald Tang, and he is also the King of Bronze and Fire, Norton.
"Samson, let's go home."
The man stepped onto the slender black ferocious dragon body, grabbed the huge iron ring at the front of his face, and gave instructions with cold majesty.
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