Sakura's eyelids twitched, and she spoke even more indifferently: "No." Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info"

"Yes," Fuji smiled with crooked eyebrows, and his gaze moved down to a certain place,

"How so? Sakura's finger is not this, isn't it? After a pause, he continued: "The files managed by Tezuka seem to be ....."

Fuji didn't continue, but Sakuraichi still understood what he meant, his eyelids narrowed, his eyes fell on the ring finger of his left hand, and after a moment's hesitation, he took off the ring with the king of spades on it and handed it to Fuji.

Stretching out his slender and slender left hand, Fuji didn't take it, his face was still as elegant as the wind, and he said in a soft voice: "Na, Sakuraichi put it on for me." ”

"Huh!!" Sakuraichi didn't speak, but instead exclaimed as Kikumaru Eiji watched things develop, "No... No. two..."

"Ah, Eiji," Fuji turned his head and smiled softly, "Is there something wrong?" ”

Looking at his crooked face, Kikumaru Eiji suddenly wilted, took two steps back and waved his hand: "Ha... Ha ha... It's okay, go ahead. ”

Turning his head, Fuji looked at Sakuraichi with a smile, "Na, Sakuraichi, you have to wear your ring finger." ”

Seeing that the salesperson and the female shopkeeper in the store were all blushing and looking at herself, Sakura frowned, looked at the ring, and suddenly had a strange feeling in her heart.

In the 46th century, the ring symbolized power and status, and was only worn by people of status, status, and strength. But here, Sakuraichi found that many people wore it, and although most of the people who wore it were men and women in their 20s, she didn't know if that meant anything.

Ignoring the strange feeling in his heart and the scorching gaze around him, Sakuraichi took Fuji's left hand with his left hand, and took the ring with his right hand and put it on him.

The moment his hands touched, Fuji was slightly stunned, and the soft feeling began to permeate from his fingertips, and the delicate water flowed through the skin and into the bottom of his heart, containing layers of ripples.

Withdrawing his hand, Sakuraichi was a little distressed, this ring is not an ordinary ring, but a miniature weapon that integrates GPS navigation, positioning, defense, attack, exploration and other high-tech weapons, and it is also the symbol of power of the Fraser Corridor and the Yasi Corridor.

However, when you come here, these identities and powers are useless, and there is no difference between keeping the ring and giving it away. Thinking of this, Sakuraichi was relieved.

Fuji's thoughtful gaze fell on Sakuraichi's body, and he couldn't see her face at all due to the low brim of his hat.

Looking at the ring on his ring finger, the deep, mysterious ice blue under his eyelid showed a slight thread and then closed it again. It's a pity.,I thought Sakura would do something interesting like this.,It turned out to be like this.,It's just....

looked at Sakuraichi who was looking at the cup, and raised his eyebrows slightly, but he didn't expect Sakuraichi to not know what this meant.

However, although the purpose of this was not achieved, according to Sakuraichi's temperament, I don't know how she will retaliate if she knows it in the future, well, I'm really looking forward to the future, I believe it must be interesting.

Looking at Fuji who was walking towards Sakuraichi with a smile on his face, Kikumaru blinked his huge cat pupils, he felt that today's Fuji was terrifying, but soon, that little bit of fear was completely overwhelmed by the ornaments in the decoration cabinet. Flying and jumping, he walked to a cabinet in three steps and two steps, and looked at the doll inside excitedly, "What a cute puppet Nia~"

After waiting for a while, and finding that no one was listening to him, Kikumaru Eiji's hair drooped for a moment, and then instantly resumed his flying arc, admiring the small things on the jewelry cabinet one by one.

Sakuraichi stood by the cupboard full of cups, his dark red eyes looking at the delicately shaped cup above, and his heart was a little angry, but he didn't show it. After all, anyone who is put in such a position by others will not be in a good mood, especially if the other party is the teenager who smiles elegantly like the wind.

"Does Sakuraichi like cups a lot?" Fuji stood beside her, looked at the exquisite cups on the closet with crooked eyebrows, and said slowly in a soft voice: "Now, as a gift in exchange, shall I buy one for you?" ”

Although he was asking others, Fuji Shusuke didn't wait for Sakuraichi to answer at all, stretched out his slender and slender hand and took down the beige purple cup that he had been interested in a long time ago, handed it to Sakuraichi and smiled: "How about this color?" ”

“...”

Before he could speak, Fuji Shusuke turned around and walked directly to the counter to settle the bill, and Sakuraichi's words before he could say it choked in his throat, neither up nor down, so he had to swallow it back. Glancing indifferently at Fuji, Sakuraichi wanted to leave the store and stay here any longer, she didn't dare to guarantee that she wouldn't slap him to death with one palm.

However, just as he took a step, the elegant young man walked back again, and the tips of his chestnut hair drew a faint arc as he walked, "Na, it's a pity," with a faint smile on his face, he looked up at the purple and off-white cup next to the position of this cup, and said, "This is a pair, it's a pity not to sell a single one." ”

As he spoke, he put the cup back.

The pupils under the brim of Sakuraichi's hat flashed, and the playful streamer was fleeting in the bottom of his eyes, and the cold voice as frost said indifferently: "Cup.... I like it," he paused, and continued with Fuji's smile slowing down, "That's it." ”

Still maintaining the posture of putting the cup on the side facing Sakuraichi, the chestnut hair hung to the right and swayed a faint arc slightly, Fuji was a little surprised, the smile on his face was as elegant as the wind eased slightly, and he looked at Sakuraichi and then at the other cup on the closet, not knowing what he was thinking.

His gaze swept back and forth between the cup and Fuji, and the corners of Sakura's mouth hooked an imperceptible arc, although the cup could only be sold for a pair, but she only needed one, who let Fuji put her together, and 'openly' 'wanted' her ring.

However, how can the calculation between two treacherous people be so simple? If that's the case, it's a shame for their genius brains.

I saw Fuji standing on tiptoe slightly, stretched out his left hand and took down another cup, then turned his head and said to Sakura with crooked eyebrows: "Na, since Sakuraichi likes it, let's buy it all." As he spoke, he turned around and walked to the counter to pay.

"I'm so eccentric, meow, I want it too." Before Sakuraichi could speak, Kikumaru Eiji not far away shouted loudly, and Fuji was a flutter towards this side.

Sakuraichi tucked her eyelids slightly, reached out and pressed the brim of her hat to back away, and at her speed, it was completely easy to dodge.

However, a fleeting light caught her attention, causing her to stop, and looking in the direction of the light, she saw the slightly exposed silver metal in the purse of the chestnut-haired boy's clothes. Interesting thoughts lingered in his mind, and his dark red eyes, hidden by the brim of his hat, gleamed with a playful light.

His mind was spinning, but in the blink of an eye, Sakuraichi's left foot had stretched out a little imperceptibly.

"No, I'm too~"

"Ah, be careful!!"

"Be careful!!"

In the exclamation of the shopping guides, the big red cat stumbled under his feet, and the whole person flew forward, pushing Sakuraichi forward, pushing into Fuji's arms, and then pounced on Sakuraichi's body.

Sakuraichi's weight combined with Kikumaru's weight and momentum made Fuji take a step back, but the hands holding the cup unconsciously hugged Sakuraichi, and the satisfaction of holding people made him slightly stunned. Then, his eyes looked at Kikumaru, who was still pounced on Sakura, and his eyebrows were slightly raised.

Attention was drawn to the strange and ambiguous posture of the three of them, and no one noticed the curled corners of Sakuraichi's lips and the silver metal sliding down her little finger into her sleeve.

"Fuji is so eccentric," Kikumaru didn't notice that his heart was still lying on Sakuraichi's back, his hands pressed Sakuraichi's shoulders, and his red head came to Fuji, "I want it too, Nana, Fuji, I want that puppet, meow." As he spoke, he pointed to the puppet he had seen earlier.

"I said," an indifferent voice sounded under his hand, and Kikumaru blinked his dark royal blue pupils and looked down at the dark red line in the corner of Sakura's eyes, "Can you get up?" ”