[Liuhua Tongren] I really want to say I love you loudly

Because of the darkness, looking out from the inside, only the endless loop of orange-red street lights came into Rukawa's sight.

The car was speeding at a high speed, and there was no extra sound in the car except for the breathing of the two of them.

With one hand on his chin, Rukawa leaned against the window, recalling what Namba Uichiro told him when they met last time.

This meeting, is it in the capacity of the president's secretary...

How long has it been since we last met?Probably less than a week...

Thinking of this, Rukawa slowly closed his eyes.

From Kanagawa to Tokyo, it seems that it will take a lot of time, so I should sleep well...

Rukawa was woken up by Namba Uichiro. After getting out of the car, he first saw his father, whom he had hardly seen in that year, Rukawa handsome.

Like all scenes where father and son meet, Rukawa Hidetoshi gave his son a big hug, quickly got close, but quickly separated, and patted his son on the back during the process.

"I haven't seen you for a year, and Afeng has grown taller again..." Ruchuan handsome brows smiled, but there was an inexplicable alienation.His greeting was more like a mandatory procedure, rather than the intimacy that should be between father and son.

"Zhenyi transferred to Xiangbei, didn't it cause you less trouble? The kid said that he would transfer to another school. He couldn't be stubborn. Afeng, you are an older brother, so you have to take care of your younger brother."

"Yes."

Opening his mouth gently, Rukawa looked directly at his father, like a subordinate who was accepting a task.

For a few short and embarrassing seconds, there was silence and staring between father and son, until Namba Yuichiro's voice sounded: "Brother, Afeng, why don't you go in? Let's talk about father and son talking about old times and so on when we enter the house. "

It was said that the two faces with similar outlines looked at Namba at the same time, and then nodded at the same time, the synchronization rate was astonishingly high.

In the Japanese-style mansion, the lights are not as bright as the city apartments, and there is always a faint halo of dimness.

In the deepest part of the mansion, Eisuke Rukawa stood in front of the window leaning on a cane. He didn't turn around until Rukawa and his son and Namba Uichiro walked in.

"Afeng, do you want to go to America to play basketball?"

"Father, why did you bring this up all of a sudden?" Rukawa Yingshuo opened his eyes slightly before the black-haired boy, and there was a trace of shock in his eyes when he looked at the old man.

"I'm asking Afeng." There was an irresistible tone in the old voice, Rukawa Eisuke's gaze was always fixed on Rukawa Kaede, stubborn and tough.

Hidetoshi Rukawa, who was stopped by the old man, didn't shut up immediately, but maintained the shape of his mouth for a few seconds before closing it slowly.He looked at his son beside him, a glimmer of light flashed across his dark eyes.

"I don't want to." Almost immediately gave a negative answer, Rukawa stared at the old man in the navy blue kimono in front of him for a moment, without saying a word, and without any redundant tone.

Just two simple syllables, simple, but enough to keep people away from thousands of miles away.

"Is it because of that red-haired kid?!" Asked straight to the point, Eisuke Rukawa stared at her old eyes and paused heavily on the crutch in her hand.

Hearing this, Rukawa handsomely frowned, suddenly a little confused by what his father said.

The red-haired kid?Why did you suddenly mention a stranger?

"Yes." Still only short syllables, Rukawa's voice was cold and hard, just like the gaze overflowing from his eyes at this time, cold like a stone covered with autumn frost, no one can penetrate it with temperature.

"What red-haired boy? Dad, what are you talking about?" Unable to hold back the confusion in his heart, he asked, Rukawa Yingshuo looked at his father, then at his son, and the frown deepened.

"The plane to New York at eleven o'clock tonight, I won't let you go!" He said angrily and threw the ticket and passport on the chest of the black-haired boy. , There was a chilling voice that made the spine chill.

Sakuragi who fell asleep suddenly woke up, only to find that in the narrow living room, the fluorescent light hurt his eyes.

It's already eleven o'clock and I haven't come back yet.

Sitting up, Sakuragi scratched the short red hair on the back of his head, rubbed his slightly stiff neck, and then suddenly became energetic as if remembering something.

Already eleven o'clock? ! ! !

Why hasn't the fox come back yet? ! ! ! !

Is it really...

Thinking of this, Sakuragi shook his head desperately, as if trying to shake off the thoughts that just emerged from his mind.

asshole!The one who was injured was obviously that guy!How could the injured guy be suspended! !

impossible! !

Just when Sakuragi kept denying the various possibilities that popped up in his chest, there was a sudden knock on the door.

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