Standalone Tokyo

Chapter 112 Dead Dad
It's March of the new year, and there's still one month left until the University of Tokyo starts school.

After being slept together on the night of the celebration banquet, it was as if this incident had never happened. How Inoshita Keiko got along with Fujiwara Masato before was the same as before, and it was the same after that. There was not much change.

Fujiwara Masato didn't know what had changed in this matter, but he was certain that Asami Inoshita must have done his daughter's ideological work behind the scenes.

Because on the second night when this incident happened, she sent an "OK" gesture emoticon to Fujiwara Masato on her email.

Oh, Fujiwara Masato was relieved, and now that he had no worries, he even began to think about how to reproduce this game event.

Life is full of surprises.

Just when Masato Fujiwara felt that his next life would be as he planned, going to the University of Tokyo, playing games on weekdays, directing Huang Mao to do some tasks, earning some pocket money, and living a simple life, an accident happened. .

……

"Is this where Masato lives?" The young woman who once met Masato Fujiwara at the shrine stood on the street where Fujiwara's house was located, looking up at this slightly deserted commercial street, feeling a little sad in her heart.

"He was having a hard time."

Therefore, the decoration of the coffee shop seems a bit old and out of place at this moment. In addition, the commercial street does not have much traffic, so that at one or two o'clock in the afternoon, there is only one old man in the coffee shop. Drinking coffee and reading the newspaper.

Two men wearing suits and sunglasses, who were clearly professional bodyguards, followed them. Behind them, there was a black Rolls-Royce driving slowly.

When the woman arrived at the Fujiwara house, she did not rush upstairs. Instead, she stood in front of the Fujiwara coffee shop and looked inside through the glass door.

The decoration of Fujiwara Cafe is not good-looking. In order to save money, Fujiwara Masato did not redecorate it, but used the layout left over from the past. He just had it cleaned and replaced the old items with new ones.

The business of Fujiwara Cafe is so bleak, but it still employs three female employees. Although according to Japanese social convention, the salary of female employees is lower than that of male employees, but looking at this situation, it is good that the cafe can maintain its capital.

Deserted?
It was very deserted, so deserted that the woman almost shed tears.

As she spoke, the woman shook her head, sighed, and walked inside.

He was not afraid of danger. If there were gangsters, Fujiwara No. 1 and No. 2 in the stronghold would have warned them in advance and intercepted them.

"Ding dong!" The doorbell rang loudly. Masato Fujiwara, who was lying on the sofa reading a book, looked at the door in surprise. He wondered if he heard it wrong.

My brother is really pitiful.

After letting out a long sigh, the woman turned around and lowered her head to ask the two bodyguards to stay below, while she walked up the stairs alone to the Fujiwara house on the second floor.

The compassionate woman was almost in tears.

"It's strange, who would come to me at this time." Fujiwara Masato murmured as he turned over to put on his shoes and prepare to open the door.

When the doorbell rang for the second time, Fujiwara Masato was sure that someone was ringing the doorbell.

Opening the door, Fujiwara Masato saw the woman wearing a white fashion coat outside the door. The former immediately recognized the person he had seen at the shrine, although the latter only showed half of her face at the time.

But because she was so beautiful, her eyes and nose left a deep impression on Fujiwara Masato. With just one glance, she overlaid the figure in his memory with the woman in front of him.

"This is the Fujiwara family. Who are you looking for?" The woman did not answer. Instead, she reached out and took out a photo from her pocket and handed it to Fujiwara Masato. The latter took it and took a look. It showed two children, one large and one small, rushing together. Smiling into the camera.

The eldest child is a girl. She is wearing a junior high school uniform in the style of a sailor suit. She looks naughty and cute. Her eyebrows are exactly the same as the current woman's and her smile is gentle.

The other child, who was held in the girl's arms, was probably in the fourth or fifth grade of elementary school. Judging from his age, he was grinning so widely that even a few teeth were clearly missing from his mouth.

Although it was not an original product, Masato Fujiwara recognized the child as his childhood self after looking at it for two seconds.

"Ah... well, you are..." Fujiwara Masato was greatly surprised. He actually knew her. Why did he not have any memory of her existence in his mind? ?
The woman didn't answer, she just mouthed into the room. Fujiwara Masato understood what she meant and quickly stepped aside to let her in.

When a woman walked in, her first reaction was to observe the interior decoration of the house.

The Fujiwara home is neither dirty nor messy. First of all, Masato Fujiwara is a clean person and is used to throwing away garbage every day. Secondly, after he established a relationship with Keiko Inoshita, the latter came to the Fujiwara home every now and then to clean the house.

Under such circumstances, although the house is not spotless, it is still very clean. However, because the house is more than ten years old, the white walls inside are aging and yellowing, making it look a little dull.

From the perspective of ordinary people, of course there is nothing wrong with such a house, and it even has big bonus points because it is clean and tidy and has no peculiar smell. However, such a thing seems particularly shabby in front of the rich.

Seeing this, the woman finally confirmed one thing... Over the years, her brother was indeed having a bad life as the intelligence said.

The woman turned around, looked at Fujiwara Masato, and spoke word by word.

"Masato, my name is Uehara Rui, and I am your half-sister."

The words were short, but they contained so much meaning that Fujiwara Masato's brain temporarily froze.

"You, you are my sister?"

"Yes." Uehara Rui nodded and admitted.

"Half sister..." Fujiwara Masato pressed his temples with his hands and thought about it seriously and carefully.

"Our father, Fujiwara Kazuki, what is his name?"

"Uehara Kazuki." Uehara Rui nodded.

"This is his name, Fujiwara Kazuki is his pseudonym."

If so, then a lot would be true.

Fujiwara Masato thought.

She was an illegitimate child and her mother was a mistress, so when she was a child, Fujiwara Kazuto could often accompany them. When she grew up, the latter left her and left her a generous sum of money and a house. houses.

"Is father okay?"

"He became a Buddha."

(End of this chapter)