start a prairie fire

, I can't see what he thinks, but it sounds like his father's story is quite miserable.

Madara thought for a while, and then said, "It seems that your adoptive father likes Ashura very much."

Indra nodded, "Yes, father, he likes Asura very much."

"What about you?" Barbara asked.

"...Father hopes that I can become Asura's deputy."

Hearing this, Madara folded his hands on his chest, looking like a little adult, "That is to say, did you and Ashura break up because of family property?"

"Half and half." Indra did not hide the truth of that fact, "The other half is because of my jealousy."

Madara raised her eyebrows, "It's really rare, Master Indra, who is known as a genius who is said to be a once-in-a-century genius, would be jealous."

"No matter how talented I am, I'm just an ordinary person. Why is it so strange to be jealous?" Indra Chongban rolled his eyes.

"You say you are a genius, you have a thick skin."

"I'm just stating the facts." Indra said, "Besides, Ashura is indeed not as good as me, why should I be his deputy? High positions are reserved for those who are capable, right?"

"So you started to fight with Asura?"

Indra nodded.

"you lose?"

"I didn't lose! If it wasn't for my father..." Indra didn't continue, he was silent for a while, "I was kicked out later."

"Wait!" Madara noticed something was wrong, "How old were you two when you started pinching each other?"

"Fifteen or six."

"It's unscientific!" Madara said that he was frightened, "Did you start tearing up the sky and the earth for the inheritance rights since the fifteenth or sixteenth?"

"The [-]th and [-]th is the golden age for saving the world, so what's so strange about us tearing each other up for inheritance rights?" What a fuss.

"That's a comic!"

"I'm still an anime." Indra knocked on the table, "Do you still want to listen?"

"Okay, you go on."

"Later, when I was 20 years old, I was kicked out by my father. Then I met your mother, got married, and had you again. You will know everything after that."

Indra didn't mention how he lived during the period when he was kicked out, and Madara didn't plan to ask any more, anyway, Indra is sitting in front of him now, and the past is not important.He was more concerned about what Ashura had said to Indra, so that Indra was weird, but Indra didn't wait for him to speak, and used chopsticks to pick a piece of meat from the pot for Madara, " Open the pot, let's eat quickly."

Well, looking at this posture, Indra made up his mind not to tell him.

It's fine if you don't tell me, anyway, I can still ask Hashirama, I have to know what you guys said.While swallowing the meat, Madara was thinking about how to press Hashirama to get the truth as soon as possible at school tomorrow.

☆, Goodbye ([-])

The roof of Konoha Elementary School

Madara sat on the floor, with an empty bento box in front of him, Hashirama sat opposite him, his mouth was stuffed, and there were a few rice grains in the corner of his mouth.

Taking out a handkerchief to wipe Hashirama, Madara said, "Now you can tell me what they said yesterday."

Hashirama nodded, "Actually, I don't know much, I only know that Asura said that he will not open a store in the future and will chase his wife."

"What?" Madara was startled, "Chasing your wife?"

"That's right, that's what Asura said, I don't know anything else." Seeing Madara's face getting darker and darker, Hashirama couldn't help asking, "What's wrong?"

Madara didn't answer Hashirama, he just felt terrified now.

Reminiscent of what happened to Indra yesterday, and the tooth marks on his shoulders, plus Ashura's statement that he wanted to chase his wife, Madara came to a creepy conclusion-someone missed his father's little asshole! ! !

Oh my god!How could he hand over his father to a man who had been fighting with his father for five or six years?Absolutely not! ! !He must stop that man's unreasonable thoughts! ! !

Madara stood up suddenly, his first reaction was to hold a kitchen knife and have a good talk with Asura, but thinking that his little arms and legs couldn't beat him, and he might be punished, Madara had to sit down again Think of another way.

It feels bad to be ignored, especially being ignored by one's best friend, it feels even worse, so Hashirama stretched out his hand and put his arms around Madara's neck, "What's the matter? Can you tell me something? Ah, I will definitely help you!" As she said, she slapped her chest loudly.

Madara didn't have the mood to worry about him at first, but after thinking about it, Hashirama is also Asura's nephew, so he must know a lot about Asura, so he can get a good feel for the enemy's bottom line.

"Tell me about Asura." Madara said seriously, "From childhood to adulthood, you must not miss a single thing!"

Hashirama blinked, "I don't know much."

"It's okay, just tell me as much as you know."

"Okay." Hashirama nodded, "Let me think about it... um... Our Senju family and Otsuki's family are distant relatives. Otsuki's family only has Grandpa Yuyi and Grandpa Yumura, the two brothers, and Grandpa Yuki does not. Child, so at the suggestion of Grandpa Yumura, I went to the orphanage to adopt a child, Ashura. I heard that Asura was brought by Grandpa Yuyi when he was five or six years old, but because he was the only child in the family, it was very difficult. I was lonely, so Grandpa Yuyi adopted another one, but I don’t know the name, because it seems that that person did something that made Grandpa Yuyi very angry, so no one is allowed to mention it.”

Madara couldn't help frowning when she heard this, and asked, "Then do you know what it's because of?"

"The grown-ups don't say anything, and we are not allowed to ask, so I don't know." Hashirama shook his head and said, "However, I think it must be something too much, otherwise Grandpa Yuyi wouldn't be so angry , he is very nice."

For Hashirama, Madara trusts him very much. Since Hashirama said that Otsutsuki Hagoromo is a very good person, he must be a good person. However, since he is so good, why did he give the son he raised for so many years to him? Get out?Even if it's because the two sons competed for the family property, it wouldn't be impossible for others to mention it, right?Or was there anything else Indra hadn't told him?

Seeing that Madara didn't know where he was distracted, Hashirama stretched out his hand and shook it in front of his eyes, "Madara? Madara??"

Banner came back to his senses, and slapped his hand away with disgust, "How many times have I told you, don't call me Banban, it's so disgusting."

"Where is it? It's so cute!" As he said that, Hashirama yelled several times, "Banban! Banban!!! Banban!!!"

"Hey! You're enough!" Madara yelled at Hashirama with several veins popping out of his forehead, "If you call me that again, believe it or not, I'll kick you off the roof!"

"!" Hashirama was startled, and then he curled up into a ball, black air burst out instantly, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't call you that, as punishment for making you angry, you can throw me down." The corner of the mouth Suddenly a cheap smile evoked, "If you don't want to know about Asura."

"You bastard!!!"

"Hahaha!!!"

"Sure enough, you want to fight with me, right?"

"No! Oh! Madara! Stop it!!!"

After some squabbling, the two of them lay on the roof gasping for breath, their temples were also wet with sweat.The two of them stared at the blue sky for a while, Hashirama turned sideways, and poked Madara's face with his finger, "I didn't ask you just now, why did you ask about Asura?"

Slapping his hand away, Madara replied impatiently, "What's none of your business?"

"Why is it none of my business? Asura is my uncle!" Hashirama said, then leaned in front of Madara, and asked in a low voice, "Is it because of what happened yesterday?"

Madara snorted, acquiescing.

"Because Asura wants to chase your father?"

When Madara hit his head on the bridge of Hashirama's nose, he hit Hashirama on the spot until tears flowed down his face.

"He doesn't even think about it!" Madara exploded, "Indra likes my mother! I won't be with him!!!"

Hashirama looked at him while covering her nose.Madara stared, his lips were tightly pressed, and Hashirama noticed that his eye circles were a little red.

"He won't be with Asura!" Madara repeated, "Absolutely not!"

Zhu Jian didn't dare to speak ironically to him any more, so he could only nod his head repeatedly.It wasn't until Madara calmed down that Hashirama approached cautiously.

"Madara?" Hashirama looked worriedly at the little friend who was curled up with his head on his knees.

"Sorry." He heard Madara's muffled voice, "I shouldn't be angry with you."

"It's okay." Hashirama touched his nose, "But Madara still hopes that Mom and Dad can get back together, right?"

"……Um."

Hashirama sat down beside Madara carelessly, "Although I can't fully understand Madara's current mood, you can tell me any troubles Madara has. It must be very uncomfortable to be bored by yourself, and it will be much easier to say it. of."

"...Thank you, Hashirama." Madara looked up at him, his dark eyes were as beautiful as black pearls, "You are my best friend."

Hashirama was taken aback for a moment, and then said, "Of course, we are friends."

After returning home from school, Hashirama went upstairs to knock on Asura's door. After a while, Asura came to answer the door, "What are you doing?"

"Do you like Madara's father?" Hashirama asked straight to the point.

Asura raised his eyebrows, leaning against the door frame with his arms folded across his chest, "Why are you asking this?"

"You can answer whether I am or not."

Asura rarely saw Hashirama with such a serious expression, so he couldn't help but find it funny.

"Yes." Asura admitted straightforwardly, "What? Are you busy?"

"You can't like Madara's dad."

"why?"

"Because Madara's father likes Madara's mother, you can't destroy their family."

Asura couldn't help laughing, "They're already divorced."

"Then they can still remarry." Hashirama did not back down.

"How do you know they will remarry? What if they don't?" Asura said, "Since they chose to divorce, it means that they no longer want to live together anymore, and there is no relationship between them."

"Then how do you know that they won't remarry?" Hashirama looked at him seriously, "They have lived together for so long and even gave birth to Madara, it is impossible for them to have no feelings at all, and remarriage is not impossible .”

Asura looked at Hashirama for a while, and then said, "You told me this because of Madara?"

"Yes." Hashirama nodded, "Madara doesn't want you to get involved in their family."

"So you came to persuade me?" Asura smiled, "I thought you were because if I was with Indra, it would be difficult for you to marry him."

"What are you talking about?" Hashirama went crazy, "Madara is my best friend, how could I marry him?!"

"You really have no intention of marrying him?" Ashura asked again.

"No!" Hashirama exhaled through his nose.

"Well, since you don't have this plan, then I can go after Indra without worry." Asura turned and walked into the house, "You can handle dinner yourself, anyway, you have so much pocket money."

"Wait!" Hashirama hurriedly stopped him, "It is impossible for Indra to agree to be with you without considering Madara's wishes."

"So what?" Asura turned his head to look at him, "Hashirama, you should know what kind of person I am, as long as it is what I want to do, I will definitely do it, Indra, I It's a deal!"

Saying so, Ashura slammed the door shut.

Hashirama stood outside the door, his body trembling uncontrollably.

Of course he knows what kind of person Asura is, but he used cruel methods to clean up the owner of Datongmu Company, even the adoptive father who brought him up with one hand can force him to abdicate without blinking an eye, which shows that it is a cold heart What's more, he also heard that Ashura also had contacts with people of the extreme way. It is said that they are very powerful, and there are few black and white ways who don't sell his face. Even when you meet Asura, you should be respectful.

Asura is good-looking, and he has a bookish look on his body. He looks gentle and polite, and has a good temper, but that is just superficial. Anyone who knows him well knows that Asura only looks easy-going and has a very good temper. He will definitely do what he decides, and no one can persuade him.Now that he has identified Indra, no matter what he says, it will not work, and Madara's life will still be messed up by then.

Thinking of this, Hashirama couldn't help feeling depressed.Kui Ban still regards him as his best friend, but he can't help Madara at all, he really doesn't want to see Madara unhappy.

It would be great if someone could persuade Asura.Hashirama thought.

But he also knew that in this world, no one could persuade Asura, not even his adoptive father Otsuki Hagoromo.

Thinking of Otsutsuki Yuromo, Hashirama suddenly thought of someone, if it was him, he might be able to persuade Asura.

Hashirama ran back to the room with a thud, and began to search for the mobile phone, until he turned the whole room over and found the mobile phone he had thrown there last night.

Clicking on the phone book, Hashirama found the name "Otsutsuki Hamura" and dialed it.

beep - beep - beep -

Hearing the notification tone over there, Hashirama was a little nervous. Grandpa Hamura must have changed his number, right?

Fortunately, this number has not been replaced.

After a while, I heard a male voice from the receiver, "Hello, is this Hashirama?"

"Yes, Grandpa Hamura." Hashirama finally breathed a sigh of relief, "I would like to ask you to help persuade Ashura."

"Asura?" Hamura was a little puzzled, "What happened to him?"

"He wants to marry my best friend's father." Hashirama summed up the whole incident simply and clearly.

Otsutsuki Hamura: "Huh?"

To be honest, Otsutsuki Hamura was stunned when he received the call from Hashirama, which has to be attributed to Hashirama's strong generalization ability.

Squeezing the space between his eyebrows, Yumura felt that he had not had a good rest during this period, which caused him to have auditory hallucinations, so he asked again, and Hashirama simply repeated it again, and incidentally recounted the cause and effect to Yumura again.

At this time, Hamura knew that Ashura had finally found Indra.

"Okay, I already know about this matter, so don't meddle in it anymore, be careful that Asura beats you." Hamura urged.

"He won't beat me up." Hashirama muttered a few words in a low voice, and then talked to Hamura for a while before hanging up the phone.

After putting down the phone, Yumura, who hadn't smoked for a long time, lighted a cigarette for a rare occasion. He stood on the balcony with his hands resting on the railing, watching tiredly as the birds returned to their nests and the sun set.

"Brother, did you think about today when you wanted to drive away Indra?" He asked in a low voice.

No one answered him, and no one ever will.

In fact, if you really want to talk about it, the things back then were not so tortuous. It was just that the father who loved the younger son chose to give up the older son. Even his own father can no longer make him bow his head. In essence, it is only for the person on the tip of his heart.

The whole incident sounds both inspirational and bloody. If it is made into a TV series, it might be a big hit, especially if the protagonists are both male.

He is not very disgusted with same-sex feelings like most people, so he was only a little surprised when he learned that Asura fell in love with Indra Besides, the two are not biological brothers, even if something happened, it would be no big deal, but Yuyi is different, he really treats Asura and Indra as his own sons, that's why he is so angry.

After Indra was driven away, Yuyi took Asura to go abroad, and it was ten years apart.

Asura was dissatisfied with Yuyi's behavior, and the father and son almost turned against each other, but after all, Yuyi raised him. Although Asura had a gap with him, he still treated Yuyi very well, but he left Yuyi to work alone after he became an adult. He did not take the initiative to find the reason. Toro, but he still couldn't help but kept searching secretly until he found out about his marriage.

On the day of Indra's wedding, Hamura was also there. He secretly followed Asura because he was worried that Asura would do something bad on impulse. He watched Asura fiercely staring at the man holding the bride, and clenched his fists tightly. Tight, as if he would rush to pull that person away in the next second.

Hamura was already ready to stop Asura, but Asura did nothing, but quietly witnessed a wedding.

"Will he be happy?" Ashura asked in a low voice.

"Yes," he said, "he will be happy."

Then he heard Asura's cry, "That's good."

He didn't look to see if Asura was really crying, but just repeated, "He will be happy."

After that, Asura never mentioned Indra again, nor did he collect information about Indra, just like he didn't remember that there was a person named Indra at all, and he never liked him.

Yuyi was very satisfied with this, and ordered that no one should mention the name Indra again. Over time, Indra also became a taboo of Otsuki.

Thinking of this, Yu Yi couldn't help but sigh.

He knew that Asura had never forgotten Indra, otherwise he would not have refused to marry Qianshou again and again, and said that he planned to choose a talented heir from among his relatives. Personally cultivated, in the final analysis, he still does not give up.

If Indra lived a good life with his wife, it would be fine. No matter what, Ashura would never destroy other people's families, but Indra got divorced again.

Hamura pinched his cigarette and sighed helplessly again.

Indra was also in the same bad mood as Yuyi.

It was rare for Tianma to see Indra when he returned home. Usually, Indra was still at work at this time, so he didn't know why he came back so early today.

"Are you fired?" Madara poked the person lying on the sofa with his finger.

"Can't you expect your father and me to treat you well?" Indra turned around and didn't look at him.

Yo, this is a change of sex, obviously I would have told him two tricks before.

Madara sat on the sofa and squeezed in, "Move inside."

Indra moved inside to make room for him.

Madara's upper body was lying on Indra's body, and he leaned his head to look at Indra's face, "What's wrong with you today?"

"I'm fine." Indra didn't want to recall the scene of seeing Asura sitting on his chair and greeting him early this morning.

"Nonsense, are you okay with this expression?"

"What expression do I have? See Jinhua Ham's expression?"

"This meme has been played before, it's not funny at all." Madara poked Indra's face with his hand, "You look like a dead father."

"Did you ever die?"

"...Don't you know if you died or not?"

"I did die before."

"..."

Sighing, Indra reached out to rub his fried hair, "Don't worry, I'm fine, you can go and cook first."

She didn't ask anything and was dragged in, so Madara could only go to the kitchen to cook in anger.

Indra turned over and looked up at Douding who was busy in the kitchen. Madara was wearing a pink apron that Mei Hui had bought before. Because she was too small, it looked like she was wearing a long skirt. Dorothy couldn't help but smile.

Dinner consisted of three dishes and one soup. When Madara took off his apron and brought the food to the table, his face was still cold. It seemed that he didn't plan to say anything to Indra tonight.

Usually, during meals, Madara would chatter with him about a lot of things about the school, but now he doesn't say anything and puts on a face, and Indra always feels guilty when he sees it.

Indra endured it for a few more minutes and finally couldn't stand it any longer. He asked cautiously, "Are you angry?"

Madara didn't even raise her eyelids, "How dare I, my food and lodging are all at your expense."

This yin and yang is strange, it seems that he is really angry.

Indra cleared his throat and was about to say something, but was interrupted by Madara, who tapped the edge of the plate with his chopsticks, "Eat."

Madara's temper is not very good, but he will not yell at people like a mad dog when he is in a bad mood. This is another great advantage he inherited from Indra besides his face.

"I don't want to talk to you now."

"……All right."

Indra didn't say anything anymore, only the sound of tableware colliding lightly in the room was quiet.

After dinner, it was time for Madara to do her homework, so Indra was always doing the dishes, but today was a little different. While Indra was cleaning the dishes, Madara was standing against the kitchen door, with his hands folded across his chest. In front of him, his eyes were fixed on him.

Indra was so stared at by him that his back was hairy, and he endured and endured, and finally said: "Aren't you going to do your homework?"

"I finished it at school," Madara said.

"Then you watch TV for a while?" Indra asked again.

"It's fine if I stand here." Madara simply refused.

But you keep staring at me like this, I just feel chilly behind.

Sighing again, Indra felt that he had sighed more in the past two days than before.

"Well, what do you want to know?"

Madara was silent for a while, then asked, "What is your relationship with that Asura?"

"...Why do you ask this again? Didn't I tell you before?"

"Asura came to look for me."

"What?" Indra turned around, "He went looking for you today?"

return?

When he saw Madara's "sure enough" expression on his face, Indra knew that he had been cheated.

☆, Goodbye ([-])

"Asura is looking for you."

"Correct."

"He wants to fuck you."

"...I feel as if something is wrong with my education of you."

"No, next one."

"..."

After explaining the ins and outs of Asura looking for him to Madara, Indra quietly waited for Madara's statement.

The child was not very old, but he acted like an old man. Indra wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh, so he had to cover it up by drinking tea.

Madara frowned, folded his arms around his chest, thought for a long time, and finally said: "I don't see that you still have the potential to be a goblin."

Indra took a sip of tea and choked his throat. While wiping his mouth with some tissues, he stared at Madara with his eyes. Did he say that about his father?

Madara didn't care, and continued: "Asura likes you"

"……Um."

"It's not the love between brothers, but the love between lovers?"

"...He said so."

"What about you?" Madara asked, "Do you like him?"

"..." Indra's expression was a bit complicated, as if he wanted to say yes but dared not.

Seeing his expression, Madara was trembling with anger, "You are a homosexual cheating on marriage, did you make it illegal?"

Indra: Your brain is too big, do you need to cure it?

After wiping his face, Indra said innocently, "Do you think your mother is blind?"

The child shook his head.

Even if he didn't believe in Indra's sexual orientation, he definitely believed in his mother's eyes.

"Then it's over?" Indra rubbed Madara's hair, "It's true that I have feelings for Asura, but it's definitely not love."

Madara pursed her lips, "Then how do you know that one day you won't fall in love with him?"

"Then how do you know that I will fall in love with him in the future?" Indra asked back.

"He has liked you for so many years, maybe you will make a promise as soon as you are moved." Madara muttered softly, "It's always played like this on TV."

"This is not a TV show." Indra couldn't laugh or cry: "You, watch less nutritious things, which will lower your IQ. What's more, being moved is not liking."

The child wanted to say something more, but was interrupted by Indra.

"Trust me, I'll take care of this, okay?"

Madara hesitated, then nodded.

The next day, when Madara got up from the bed with thick dark circles under his eyes, Indra had already gone to work and prepared breakfast for him before leaving.Faced with Indra's rare thoughtfulness, Madara was very moved and said: Although it is only a sandwich bought from a convenience store, it is really great that the dark cuisine is not made by Indra himself.

The listless Madara yawned a little when the teacher turned around, and a layer of water mist clouded his eyes.After another seven or eight yawns, a ball of paper was thrown onto Madara's desk.

Madara turned his head to look suspiciously, and found that it was Hashirama diagonally opposite.

What are you doing?

Because he was still in class, Hashirama could only gesture with his hands so that Madara could open the ball of paper.

【Did you not sleep well last night? 】

Madara gave him an annoyed look, scribbled some words, and threw the ball of paper over.

[If it were your father who was missed by someone, would you still be able to sleep? 】

Hashirama imagined his father being confessed by the same sex, and then covered his face.

Simply hot eyes.

Ashura was flipping through a photo album.The album looked old, with frayed edges.He stroked the photo album, as if he was touching a treasure, carefully.

This was his seventh-year-old birthday present. When Hamura gave it to him, he told him hypocritically that it was used to record happiness, and this photo album indeed recorded all his happy moments.

In the first picture, he was still a little dumpling, held in Yuyi's arms, and there was a fluffy little bear in his arms.This is a photo of him when he was brought home by Yuyi.

In the second, he's wearing a yellow paper crown, grinning goofily, and has cream on his face.This was taken on his first birthday.

The third, fourth, fifth...thick stacks are all photos of him and his adoptive father Otsutsuki Hagoromo, and sometimes there will be a figure of Hamura, they hug him in the middle, laughing All silly.

Until the second half of the album, there is an extra teenager in the photo.

The young man has exquisite eyebrows and eyes, and is gentle and gentle when he smiles.

The teenager's hair and eyes are black, his face is white, he is thin, so the clothes are too big, he is holding a cat, the cat is also black, when he looks at the camera The double vertical pupils are cold.

He stretched out his fingers to describe the boy's face, from the eyebrows to the mouth, and finally stopped on the boy's hair, and couldn't help laughing.

That beautiful black hair was curled up at the end. Asura had played with the boy's hair more than once, and was surprised that such soft hair would curl up so much.

Turning back, there are all photos of him and the boy.

Some were fishing together by the river, some were gnawing on watermelons together, and some were shouting on the roller coaster...every one of them is his best memory.

He flipped through them one by one, and at the end, there was only one photo of two people looking at the camera coldly.

Oh, and this is the only picture of the two of them before their split.

Asura stared at the photo for a long time, not even knowing when Hashirama came in.

Seeing Asura looking at him, Hashirama scratched his head and explained: "I knocked on the door, but you didn't hear it."

Indra has been in a bad mood all day today.

Of course, it's not because it's Monday again. For a workaholic like him, there is no concept of a rest day. What makes him feel bad all day is the man sitting in his seat early in the morning. .

The man has sword eyebrows and star eyes, red lips and white teeth, but in the eyes of Indra, this lovely skin is almost the same as a cannibal ghost.

Frowning dissatisfied, Indra knocked on the table and said, "Come on, this is my place."

"What's yours is mine, so this is also my position." Asura put his hands on his chin and winked mischievously at him.

Indra felt a headache when he saw him, and he didn't talk nonsense. He opened the door and was about to go out to call the security, but was stopped by Asura.

"You don't want to see me that much?"

Asura tugged at his sleeve and looked at him sadly, which reminded him of the way Asura always tugged at the hem of his clothes every time he made a mistake when he was a child.

Just as he was dazed, Asura quickly closed and locked the door.

"What are you doing?" Indra was a little angry, he really didn't want to have any more entanglements with Asura.

"I just want to see you, nothing else." Asura said, "And I just want to know if you want to be with me."

Indra sneered, "I thought what I said yesterday was obvious enough."

"Would you stop thinking about it?"

"There's no need for that." Indra said impatiently, "You hurry up, I have to go to work, so I don't have time to greet you."

"It's okay, I don't need you to greet me, just let me watch you." Asura looked into his eyes and said seriously, "I don't ask much."

Indra has been with Asura for more than ten years, and more than ten years is enough for him to see clearly the essence of this man, so no matter how sincere Asura behaves, no matter how harmless humans and animals are, what he said, because Dharana wouldn't believe a word.

"What are you planning?" Indra didn't want to talk to him anymore, and asked straight to the point.

Asura blinked innocently, "I don't have any intentions, I just want to chase you."

"You think I'll believe that?"

"It seems that you are not conscious of your own charm." Asura smiled, "You were like this when you were in school before. I don't know how many little girls' hearts you secretly broke."

"I'm not interested in hearing you reminisce about the past." Indra looked at him indifferently, "Please get out quickly and don't disturb my work."

"I'm here to watch and not talk, can't I?"

"No."

"It seems that you really hate me." Asura was a little frustrated, but soon he became lively again, "It doesn't matter if you hate me any more, I will make you fall in love with me, no, I will make you fall in love with me of."

"Let me remind you, it's daytime, you have to dream until night!" After finishing speaking, he opened the door and pushed Asura out, "If you dare to come in again, I will call the police."

The office door slammed shut.

Asura stood outside the door and touched his nose, but he couldn't see any anger.

The man wearing glasses standing not far away looked at him with embarrassment. Seeing Asura looking over, he pushed his glasses at a loss. Asura didn't care about being kicked out, so he looked at the glasses naturally The man greeted, "Mr. Shiratori, good morning."

"Good morning, Mr. Ashura." The glasses man Shiratori spoke flatteringly to Asura, "I heard from the front desk that you were here, and I still couldn't believe it." He rubbed his hands as he spoke.

"I'm here to see Indra. I have nothing else to do. Just go about your business."

"How can I do that? It's rare for Mr. Asura to come here, so you should treat him well anyway."

Asura was impatient, he had seen too many people like Shiratori, so he planned to refuse, but after another thought, Shiratori was Indra's boss, so he could just ask about Indra's affairs After all, in order not to be noticed by Indra, his people did not dare to get too close, so he only knew about Indra's matter.

"Since Mr. Shiratori said so, I have to give Mr. Shiratori some face. If Mr. Shiratori is not busy now, let's go out and sit?"

"Not busy, not busy, not busy." Shiratori said hurriedly.

Indra didn't know what was happening outside, and he was too busy now.Yesterday's one-day trip to the amusement park did not bring him anything other than a backlog of work.It wasn't until his stomach growled that Indra realized that it was already noon.