Singing Lady Bird

Chapter 23

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　One ordered and several headed for Iris. Iris thought and relaxed. Even so, I couldn't follow the approaching signs and closed my eyes.

　However, they passed through Iris and descended into the warehouse and underground.

"e?"

　Iris, who was out of tune, returned to me at the next moment and tried to return to the warehouse by shouting "Noi!", But her arm was held back.

　The mafia man said something and shook his head. For some reason, the hand was so soft that it could be decomposed, and it was definitely a restraint.

　What does this mean? What the hell's going on?

　When I could not pursue my understanding and made my eyes black and white, I heard an angry voice from behind. Iris turned blue on her face and made the worst imagination of the boy's existence. However, I soon heard a voice that said "Iris!". He hugged the running boy with a crying face.

"No!"

　Embrace your warm body and check if there are any scratches.

"Oh no"

　Neu smiled. So Iris hugged again with a sigh of relief.

　Finally, with hurried footsteps, Louis and Mike appeared with folded arms, crying, "Hey! Hey!". The mafia took them away as if they were pushing their brothers away.

　For some reason, those rude people didn't touch Iris or Neu— - instead, some people winked and said something—and they all left, confusing Iris' mind.

"......How did it become that?"

"I said there was an order from above" Neu said in a shrill voice. "The pick-up has come!"

That was when a familiar voice echoed, "Sorry."

"Miss Iris, Neu, are you safe?"

“Mr Su?” Iris' confusion only compounded when Su was in the form of a butler even in such a place. What about Fulham when he comes?

"I was picked up," Su said slowly. Tips to answer Iris's questions. But Iris doesn't know yet. Where will you be taken from the warehouse in the corner of the city and who will you meet?

　Iris was put in a luxury car, which was the opposite of when she came, and taken somewhere. He was covered in dust and was reluctant to stain the black leather sheet, but it seemed that Su did not care about it. What was surprising was that Neu was calm. Not only the other party was Su. I was calm as if I knew everything that was going to happen.

　Cars are parked in front of a luxury hotel in the city of Tui. Iris felt the same way as Cinderella, who had remained shabby, was taken to the castle.

　I was led by Su and headed upstairs to the hotel, where I was told to shower for some reason. It is said that they are preparing to change clothes. Neu decides to stay in the room, saying he will wait for Iris. It seems things are moving fast in places where I don't know what to do. From outside to inside, to the center of the vortex.

　Iris, who was taking a bath, was brushed by the hotel staff. Iris vaguely thought it was like marriage. I've never been a bride.

　When her hair was beautifully curled, Iris was once again in a position to blink her eyes at a stranger.

“Ellen?” Designer Il Marinen appeared in front of Iris with a large stick. "Why you?"

"To put on a dress" Ellen replied with a grin. "It's a confident job."

　The staff curled up to Iris and dressed her up, like an angel dripping onto a goddess. Looking at the flowing curtains, Iris unintentionally sighed. The flowing dress is white, not just blue, red and green. With a sparkle like an opal stone, he lit his foot, swung his leg, swung the tip, and changed the viewer, giving him a brilliance that was never the same. An ******** leaked from the surrounding.

"Looks like I'm right," Ellen seemed happy. "When I asked my name, I decided. I try to dress like Iris, the goddess of the rainbow."

"Ellen, i..." Iris' chest was still throbbing. There was also a beautiful dress, and I couldn't even consider myself as usual. But who am I supposed to wear this and meet?

　Ellen grabbed her confused hand. Noi held one hand.

"Come, let's go to the person you need to meet."

　He was there before he was taken through a number of doors. She must have never been a wealthy Tui family.

"Fulham?"

　Iris thought he was like prince Tui when he was dressed like that. Present with a collection of black, Tui folk costumes, he was like a prince and dignified like a knight.

"Iranian Ton! ” Noi run from Iris's hand.

　He hugged Noi who was running and said. "Sorry, he was silent," stroking the boy's head, Fulham smiled at Iris, who was standing with her calm black eyes.

"I'm Tung Iran" Fulham said.

"My name is Thun Iran Fu Lam. My name is Hu Lam, son of Kou Im, head of the Iranian Tung clan."