Ke Xuezhuo's son-in-law

Chapter 636 Gradually subsides

"Dip zero zero!"

"Dip zero zero!"

After ringing twice the phone was finally answered.

"Hey?"

"Hello" Mary's voice was calm, with an almost inaudible tremor hidden between the lines.

On the other end of the phone, Fujiwara's voice was low and tired, "Hey, it's me..."

"Aren't you coming back tonight?" Mary said bluntly. During the question, she glanced at Xiao Ai and Ming Mei, their eyes intertwined with curiosity and worry.

"Well, close the doors and windows and don't wait for me." Fujiwara said and looked at Mira in the mirror reflection.

Mary nodded, although she couldn't see the other end of the phone, "Well, bye."

"Bye." Fujiwara hung up the phone.

The smile in Fujiwara's eyes gradually dissipated and was replaced by a hint of seriousness. He gently withdrew his hand, stood up, and stood in front of Mira. His tall figure gave her an inexplicable sense of security.

"Is that your wife just now? The tone seemed quite cold..." Mira asked tentatively, her voice trembling slightly, and her hands unconsciously smoothed the hem of her skirt.

Upon hearing this answer, Mira's eyes immediately lit up, and a light of relief flashed in her eyes. She stood up, her steps were agile, and she almost jumped in front of Fujiwara. Her hand drew an arc in the air and landed gently on Fujiwara's arm.

"Bye-Bye"

"You were so handsome racing on the street just now," her voice was full of admiration and excitement, and her eyes were locked on Fujiwara, as if looking for a positive answer.

Mira was not satisfied with this answer. Her hand slipped from Fujiwara's arm to his wrist, holding it tighter, "Are you willing to be my personal bodyguard? Keep me safe, and I will give you a lot." There's so much money to spend." Her voice was full of temptation and determination, and her eyes were even more determined.

Mira bit her lip, but did not give up, but continued to ask, "But what if I insist on you being my personal guard?"

Mira sat on the edge of the bed, her breathing gradually calmed down, but her heartbeat was still as loud as a drum. Her eyes wandered around the room, finally settling on Fujiwara sitting on the chair opposite. He was putting down the phone, and the expressions on his face changed quickly like turning a book.

Fujiwara was infected by her enthusiasm, and the smile on his lips deepened, "Thank you for the compliment. I just did what I should do."

Fujiwara turned his head, a smile appeared on his face, and the light flickered behind his glasses, "No, I'm not married yet." His voice was steady, as if to calm Mira's worries.

"Princess Mila," he looked directly at her with his deep eyes, "don't worry, even if I don't become your personal guard, I will protect you."

Mingmei and Xiao Ai understood and said nothing.

At the same time, in a hotel outside Dongdu, Mira was still in panic.

Although the two had just escaped a large number of chases, she tried to calm down her mood. Her eyes fell on Fujiwara involuntarily. He had just hung up the phone, and the emotions on his face were still changing rapidly.

Mary put down the phone and turned to face Xiao Ai and Mingmei. Mary just shook her head gently and sat back on the sofa quietly.

Fujiwara shook his head slightly, "I have my own life, and I believe you will find a more suitable candidate."

Mira took a step back, but her eyes did not leave Fujiwara, "What if I provide you with everything you want?"

Fujiwara was silent for a moment, not intending to continue the conversation, then walked to the window and opened the curtains. The night was thick, but the stars were still twinkling. Although he had basically gotten rid of those killers, he still planned to take a look just in case.

He looked back at Mira, "Give me some time to think about it."

Mira nodded, her expression a little disappointed, but also with a glimmer of hope, "I will give you time, but please remember, I am serious."

Fujiwara smiled softly, with a hint of warmth in his eyes, "I understand, you go take a shower first, I'll watch from here." He turned slightly sideways, indicating that she could rest assured.

Mira paused, then walked to the bathroom lightly, leaving an elegant back. Fujiwara waited until Mira's footsteps disappeared behind the bathroom door, then slowly took out the two pistols from his waist.

He sat on the edge of the bed. Under the dim lamplight, Fujiwara's fingers were like beating notes, moving quickly and accurately on the pistol. He disassembled, inspected, and assembled, and each movement was as smooth as a silent dance. In addition to the one on the left hand side, the gun also had 12 rounds of ammunition, plus his own pistol, a total of 25 rounds of ammunition.

Fujiwara's eyes were focused. Although he could not identify the specific model of the pistol, he could tell from the feel and weight that these two guns were definitely not cheap items commonly available on the market.

"I think Mary will like this." Fujiwara said to himself, with a faint smile on his lips.

Mary had been asking him to help get some arms before, but Fujiwara had never been able to get them due to his lack of skills.

Just as she put the pistol away in the storage space, the bathroom door suddenly opened, and Mira walked out wrapped in a white bath towel.

Her hair was dripping with water, and her face was flushed with the color of having just taken a shower. Fujiwara's eyes glanced involuntarily, and then quickly averted his gaze. He remained calm on the surface, but an unspeakable emotion surged inside.

Mira didn't seem to notice Fujiwara's gaze, but squinted her eyes and walked around the room a few times, as if looking for something. Her movements seemed casual, and the towel swayed slightly as she moved, outlining the outline of her body.

"Ah, I found it." She reached for the hair dryer on the dressing table, then turned around and her eyes fell on Fujiwara. There was a hint of request in her eyes: "Fujiwara, can I ask you to help me blow dry my hair? I can't always blow dry my hair well."

Fujiwara was stunned for a moment, but nodded, but still handed her a towel to wipe it with, and then he helped blow it.

As a princess, there must be many people serving her, so Fujiwara can barely understand that Mira can't do it on her own.

He took the hair dryer and inserted the plug into the socket. Mira turned around and sat on the chair, wrapped the towel tighter around her body, and let her hair fall on her shoulders. Fujiwara stood behind Mira and turned on the hair dryer.

The hot air from the hairdryer began to blow Mira's long hair, and Fujiwara's fingers parted the wet hair lightly, his movements professional and methodical. Mira closed her eyes gently, enjoying the warm wind and the touch of Fujiwara's fingers.

"Why are you so good at this?" Mira's voice was filled with a relaxed smile, and she was curious.

Fujiwara smiled, his hands moving constantly to ensure that every strand of hair was taken care of.

As her hair gradually dried, Mira's face showed a satisfied expression.

"Okay, you can do the rest by yourself. I'm going to take a shower. You should go to bed early."

"okay."

(End of this chapter)