Tokyo Literary Godfather

Kei Fujiwara got into the co-pilot of Arima Keixiang. Arima Keixiang had good posture skills and drove directly to a nearby Thai restaurant.

Kei Fujiwara didn't have a very good appetite, so he just kept stretching his chopsticks towards the plate of water spinach with shrimp paste in front of him.

Arima Keixiang sipped the soup and said, "Recently, that boy Arima Masai comes to visit the class every two days, which annoys me..."

Fujiwara Kei laughed: "It's not here to visit you."

"Who says it's not the case?" Arima Keixiang looked up at this moment, "By the way, do you think that little girl Inoue knows that that boy Masai is plotting against her?"

"I must know, that kid is so smart."

"But he doesn't look like he knows anything at all, and the way he talks to Jian Zhai is very natural."

"So she is very smart." Kei Fujiwara said disapprovingly.

"Hmm... That makes sense. Also, most people are very sensitive in this regard. If someone has a crush on him, he will definitely be able to detect it. If he looks like he doesn't know anything, then he must be. Pretending, don’t you think?”

"Cough cough cough..."

"Oh, actually, that kid Masai is quite pitiful. He should also know that the other party knows his feelings, but he pretends not to know. Maybe he will be secretly sad when he thinks about it in the middle of the night..." Arima Keixiang whispered. said.

The two of them were strangely silent for a moment. Fujiwara Kei raised his head, but his eyes met with those of Arima Guixiang. At this moment, Arima Guixiang's eyes suddenly moved to the side, as if she saw something.

Fujiwara Kei subconsciously looked behind him, and sure enough, he saw two familiar figures, one was Miyata Takaharu and the other was Matsuo Yoko.

"Hehe, they two seem to be very close." Arima Keixiang said while touching her chin.

"I'm overthinking it. It's just a dinner date." It's normal for actors in the same cast to have dinner together.

"It's not that simple...Look back."

Fujiwara Kei looked back, and Arima Keika's voice continued to ring in his ears: "Let me tell you, whether a woman likes a man or not, there are traces to follow. Look, Miss Matsuo has been flipping her hair, right?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Matsuo Yoko in the distance slightly raised his head and gently moved his hair behind his shoulders with both hands.

"What's wrong with pulling your hair?"

"Hey, she's not talking about her hair. Look at the clothes she's wearing today, a low-necked sweater, which just exposes her entire neck and collarbone... You should have noticed, Miss Matsuo's neck is very beautiful, slender and fair, like a swan Same. She is showing off her charm. It is the instinct of animals to show the beauty of her body in front of the person she likes."

Fujiwaratani suddenly thought of something and turned to look at Arima Keika. She was also wearing a low-necked dress today. Her neck was also graceful and slender, with a deep and long groove left on both sides of the collarbone. She looked extremely beautiful. She also wore a clavicle chain, which made her look even more dazzling.

Arima Guixiang subconsciously covered her chest, "What are you looking at? It's just a coincidence."

"Just a piece of clothing doesn't mean much, right?"

"Humph, of course there is more than one piece of clothing. Look again."

Fujiwara Kei turned around again, and Arima Keixiang continued: "Look again, where the two people's cups are placed."

"What is the problem?"

"Put it very close, stupid." Arima Keixiang said, "The water glass is the place where the lips are in contact. As long as you drink it once, it becomes a very private item before the meal is finished. If it is like an ordinary When eating with friends of the opposite sex, people with a cautious personality like Ms. Matsuo will subconsciously place the water glass very close to themselves. Only when they are with very close people will they place the water glass so..."

Before they finished speaking, the two of them looked down subconsciously.

I saw that the cups of Fujiwara Kei and Arima Keika were almost touching each other. Arima Guixiang put on lipstick today, and the lipstick marks on the cup almost reached Kei Fujiwara's rim.

Arima Guixiang quickly took the cup away: "Ahem, I'm just guessing, and it may not be accurate. Aren't the two of them acting in your group? Didn't you find any clues under your nose?"

"No..." Fujiwara Kei really didn't see any signs of it. I thought it was nothing at first, but after what Arima Guixiang said, I also felt that the relationship between Miyata Takara and Matsuo Yoko had become ambiguous.

Recalling the interaction between the two when they were filming, I suddenly felt that what Ma Guixiang said was true.

In fact, as the core of the crew, it is important to have timely insight into the emotional relationships between actors to avoid some troublesome problems, such as the crew couple, extramarital affairs being discovered by tabloid reporters, and the like.

However, Miyata Takara and Matsuo Yoko are both single now, so even if they really have a relationship, it's fine.

Originally, Fujiwara Kei wanted to say hello, but now it was difficult to say hello. After finishing the meal, he pretended not to see the two of them and left with Arima Keika.

However, after walking into the parking lot and getting into Arima Guixiang's car, she saw Yoko Matsuo and Takara Miyata slowly approaching.

Arima Guixiang put her hands on the steering wheel, smiled at Kei Fujiwara and said, "Let's go later, the two of them will definitely see you start the car now."

Kei Fujiwara nodded, but he didn't want the two to walk in the direction of their car.

"Hey, this is coming, what should I do?"

"What's the matter... I'm afraid they won't make it..." Fujiwara Kei muttered, but for some reason, he also felt a little embarrassed.

At this time, Matsuo Yoko and Miyata Takaharu suddenly stopped and stood fifteen meters away from Fujiwara Kei. Matsuo Yoko said something with a smile, and then began to stretch out his hand to straighten Miyata Takaharu's tie.

"You see, you see." Arima Keixiang slapped Fujiwara Kei on the shoulder desperately, "How can a Japanese woman adjust the tie of a man in a normal relationship? These two must..."

Before she finished speaking, Arima Guixiang pursed her lips and stopped talking, because she remembered that she also adjusted Kei Fujiwara's tie not long ago.

But at that time, I deliberately showed it to Inoue Mori...

At this time, Matsuo Yoko suddenly wanted to look around again, and was about to look back in the direction of Arima Keika's car. Arima Keika reacted in time, whispered "No" in a low voice, and then grabbed Fujiwara Kei's hair and lowered her head. The sound hid.

"Hey, why are you pulling my hair..."

"Shut up! They are about to kiss!"

Arima Guixiang said with a somewhat excited tone.

Arima Guixiang and Fujiwara Kei quietly revealed a pair of eyes, looking out through the glass window of the car quietly.

Sure enough, seeing no one around, Yoko Matsuo grabbed Miyata Takara's tie with one hand, tiptoed lightly, and kissed Miyata Takara's mouth.

Miyata Takaharu also responded, putting one hand around Matsuo Yoko's waist and gently closing his eyes.

The two kissed for more than a minute, while Kei Fujiwara and Keika Arima lay behind the steering wheel of the car and looked at each other for more than a minute.

"Look, I guessed it right, they are really having an affair, do you believe it now?"

Fujiwara Kei opened his mouth in surprise: "That boy Miyata... and Matsuo Yoko have only been acting together for more than a month. When did they hook up?"

"Humph, if my husband is interested in having a concubine, he will respond positively to his kindness. Isn't it a natural thing to get together?" Arima Guixiang seemed to have a little emotion in her tone.

The kiss between Matsuo Yoko and Miyata Takaharu became more intense. Although they couldn't see clearly, it felt like Matsuo Yoko's hand was almost inside Miyata Takaharu's shirt.

"Oh my God, these two must not be here..." Kei Fujiwara's head was as big as a bucket.

Arima Keixiang said nothing, swallowed her saliva, and continued to watch with wide eyes.

Fortunately, the two kissed for more than two minutes and made no further moves. Instead, they got in the car and left.

Arima Guixiang and Fujiwara Kei finally dared to show their heads. They were both panting slightly, sweating on their foreheads, and their cheeks were flushed. Those who didn't know thought they did something in the car.