Gojo, I got rich after being trapped in prison

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Chapter 22 The Sun Didn't Come Out From the West

    "Hello?"

    After playing three times in a row, Yuino Yana got through to the phone.

    Atobe Keigo's face was ugly, and the air pressure in his body was a few degrees lower: "It's me."

    Yukino Yana suspected that he had heard it wrong, and asked again: "Who is it?" "     Atobe Keigo

    !"

Probe to look out the window, the sun did not come out to the west, how could Keigo Atobe take the initiative to contact himself?

    This is not right.

    "Atobe, am I dreaming? You actually took the initiative to contact me." "

    Yuno Yana!"

    Keigo Atobe almost rushed out of the phone receiver in embarrassment.

    "What are you looking for?"

    "It's not me looking for you, it's Akashi Seijuro."

    "What?!"

    Yukino Yana suspected that she heard it wrong, she looked out the window again, the sun still didn't come out from the west, Akashi It was rarer for Seijuro to find her than for the sun to come out from the west.

    Yukino Yana and Akashi Seijuro are not familiar with each other. After he inherited the family business, the biggest encounter with him was to attend the same celebrity banquet.

    As a child of another family with the same name as Keigo Atobe, he has always been a figure in rumors.

    "He asked you to meet at the Kyoto Racecourse, and I brought you the message."

    "Wait..."

    Yukino Yana wanted to say something, but Atobe Keigo hung up the phone impatiently.

    [Akashi Seijuro asks me out? What are you asking me for? 】

    Yanai rubbed her chin and murmured: "Could it be that you fell in love with me at first sight at a certain banquet?" Gojo Satoru: "...Yanai,     people need to be

    more realistic."

Be dumb!"

    The dog man is so annoying!

    ...

    ...

    Akashi Seijuro's appointment was at the racetrack, and Yukino Yanai specially changed into smart trousers and boots, her long hair was tied into a high ponytail, and she looked quite dashing.

    She looked at it again and again in front of the mirror, and the prison gate hanging on her earlobe swayed back and forth with her swing.