The heart of the king of the net pleases you

Chapter 974

"I don't know, old man, when did Jing Wu care about people so much." Atobe Kio, who witnessed the whole process beside him, couldn't help but joked with a smile.

Keigo Atobe blushed a little when his grandfather said that.

"Okay, you should go up and have a rest too. Didn't you say you still have to talk to Qianqian about the wedding?" Atobe Kisho patted Atobe Keigo on the shoulder: "We don't need you to accompany us here."

"Then I'll go up first." Atobe Keigo bowed slightly to Mr. Su and other elders.

Keigo Atobe's movements have always been quick, although he took a bath after Kiyosaki, Keigo Atobe was already sitting on his bed before Kiyosaki got out of the bathroom.

"Have you taken a shower too?" Kiyosaki brushed her hair, and glanced at Keigo Atobe hesitantly.

"Yes," Keigo Atobe nodded, "Come here, I will blow your hair for you."

"You're really quick." Qingqian raised her eyebrows, and handed the hair dryer to Atobe Keigo. There is free labor, so it's not in vain.

Carefully drying the light hair, Atobe Keigo put away the hair dryer, and the servant knocked on the door.

"Come in." Atobe Keigo said.

"Master Jingwu, Young Madam's supper is ready." The servant brought up a tray, "I have prepared one for you, Young Master."

"Put it over there." Keigo Atobe pointed to the table beside him.

"Yes." After the servant put it down, he quickly withdrew again. He must not disturb the relationship between Master Jingwu and the Young Madam, otherwise he might lose his job.

"My udon noodles." Qingqian took a breath, "It smells so good."

"Look at your greedy cat," Atobe Keigo chuckled, picked up the chopsticks and stuffed them into Qingqian's hands: "Hurry up and eat."

"Why don't you tell me about the wedding while I'm eating." Qingqian took a sip of udon noodles and said.

"Well," Keigo Atobe nodded, and briefly explained to Qingqian: "..., just because we are wearing Western-style dresses, the wedding scene is also Western-style, and it may not be your favorite style. .”

"Who told you that I don't like Western-style ones." Qingqian bit a small octopus ball: "Although I like Hanfu, I also like Western-style wedding dresses. Besides, the engagement banquet is originally a Chinese style. It’s good to change the style.”

"That's good," Atobe Keigo breathed a sigh of relief: "I've been worried that you won't like it."

"It's okay, as long as it's not particularly exaggerated, I can accept it." Qingqian freed her hand to pat Keigo Atobe on the shoulder, comforting him in turn.

"Actually, there is one more important thing." Keigo Atobe glanced at Qingqian's hand on his shoulder, and smiled: "The wedding invitations I showed you a while ago have all been made. The list you gave is all written, do you want to see it?"

"Okay." Qingqian nodded after thinking that she had only seen the design drawing but not the actual body.

"Then you eat here, I will be back soon." Keigo Atobe rubbed Qingqian's head.

Atobe Keigo came back with a stack of wedding invitations not long after, Qingqian tore a piece of paper and wiped his hands, took one and looked through it.

"Hey, you wrote this by yourself." Qingqian was a little surprised when she saw the familiar self on the invitation. She thought that Keigo Atobe would print it directly or have someone write it for him.

(End of this chapter)