[JOJO] Dual personality is inherited

"This cream seems very good..." Diablo threw it into the cart, and Giorno, who was sitting in the cart, took it.

"These breads look quite nutritious, let's go back and make sandwiches?" Diablo was a bit entangled with one kind of bread in his hand, "Which one is better..."

Giorno looked at the things on the shelf, and found that there was his favorite chocolate on it, so he stood up on tiptoe to reach it.

He struggled to grab a corner of the packaging bag with his small hands, but Diablo, who was concentrating on choosing products, didn't notice.

slam-la-

The sound of goods falling attracted Diablo. When he turned his head, he saw that his cart was already full of things, and Giorno was gone...

Ah, not gone.

The goods in the cart moved, and the pink head popped out. Seeing his mother staring at him in a daze, he stuck out his tongue in embarrassment, "I want chocolate..."

"Really, just tell me no?" Diablo held his forehead helplessly, and hugged Giorno out of the pile of goods. The Scarlet King who appeared in real time obediently dropped the The merchandise was stuffed back.

This is the convenience of the stand-in. You don't need to do it yourself, but you have to let the staff watch the supernatural surveillance for a while.

"Chocolate, right..." Diablo glanced at the chocolates on the shelf, there were quite a few types, um...should I take one of the same?Anyway, there is Red King if I can't finish eating, it is convenient to have two mouths.

If you have money and willfulness, especially if the money comes from DIO, you will use it with peace of mind.

Probably this is the rhythm, the two bought...something that was enough to overwhelm them...

Diablo directly asked the people from the supermarket to call a pickup truck to take them back to the villa, but the two didn't get a ride back. They bought two ice creams on the way and each held one.

The one in Giorno's hand was a smaller size specially made by the owner of the store. It's better not to eat too much cold food for such a small child, not to mention it's still autumn.

Giorno is a little busy now, and he can't hug him while eating ice cream. His calves follow Diablo's footsteps. While watching the road, he has to take care of the ice cream melting off his hands.

Diablo smiled, slowed down his pace, and took a bite of the ice cream, which seemed a little too sweet for her, but... unexpectedly good...

"Huh~" Giorno seemed to be frozen, and he frowned and let out a breath of cool air with his mouth open.

"If you can't do it, give it to me, really, I want to eat this stuff..."

"Who said I can't do it?!" Diablo didn't expect Giorno's reaction to be quite fierce, and glared at her with a puffy face, "A man can't say no!"

...? ? ?What nonsense is the little hairy kid talking about?

No, that's not the point... Diablo thought about it, she didn't teach this sentence at all, did she?Not her words...

Diablo's face was a little weird,...would DIO say such a thing?Not quite like that?At most, you can only say that you can't drink alcohol, right?Apart from being with her, Giorno was with DIO, or with DIO's subordinates, could it be them?

Diablo still chose to give up thinking, but asked directly!

"Giorno...who did you listen to what you said just now?"

"Huh?" Giorno thought for a while, "It's that uncle..." He held the ice cream in one hand, and raised his hand against his ear with the other.

"Huh? Which uncle?" Diablo didn't understand his gesture.

"The uncle with such a hairstyle!" Giorno raised his hand up again, then raised his palm above his head and waved it parallel to the ground twice.

hairstyle?Diablo looked at Giorno's hand gesture again, as if...it was familiar?

Forget it, it's probably not an important person if you can't name him.

"Giorno, you are only two years old now, you can only be considered a boy, it's too early for a man..." Diablo patted him on the head.

"Hum...then how do you become a man?" Giorno's serious and cute face drew laughter from other people on the street.

Giorno, who had no idea what they were laughing at, looked at Diablo in confusion.

Diablo glared at the group of people coldly, and everyone who felt a chill hurried away.

She knelt down, reached out to wipe off the ice cream accidentally stained on Giorno's little face, and then stretched out her tongue to lick her fingers, "If you want to become a man, first of all, you must be taller than me..."

Giorno pouted unconvinced, "Sooner or later, he will surpass you..." At this time, he was thankful that that bastard's father was much taller than his mother, and he would definitely be taller than his mother when he grew up.

These days, everything seemed to be living peacefully like an ordinary family, but only Diablo knew that was not the case.

Of course, she still remembered the gangster she met before, and heard the name of the organization.

If you want to control this country, there are two roads, the outside and the inside.

The table is of course political, the rightful leader of the country, but how can that suit Diablo?

And Li is faster than Biao. With her strength, wouldn't it be faster to control the gang organization than to climb to the top of the political hierarchy step by step?

Kyad's organization is her first target, and she just needs to wait now.

What are you waiting for?For the information she needs, she has to use it if she has money. Can she not collect the information she wants if she has money?

Calculating the time, the news will arrive almost tonight... Diablo looked at Giorno in front of him and was distracted.

Giorno scooped up a spoonful of pudding and stuffed it into his mouth.

"How?" Diablo stared nervously at Giorno's expression.

"Yeah! It's a great time!" Giorno nodded, and then stuffed another spoonful into his mouth.

Giorno felt that his acting skills had improved because the pudding in his mouth was salty...Mom!You are confusing sugar with salt! ! !

"Really? Then I'll try it too!"

"Huh?" Giorno was puzzled seeing Diablo get up.

"I made two copies, and I haven't brought the other one from the kitchen..."

"Ahhh! Give me all of them! I don't think one is enough!" Giorno quickly grabbed her arm.

"Giorno likes pudding so much?"

"Uh-huh!"

"Then I will do more in the future!"

"..." Go to the kitchen and keep an eye on it next time, so as not to confuse sugar and salt again...

Every night Giorno regrets what he said about becoming a man, why did he say that? !How nice it was to sleep with my mother before!He loves the feeling of being held in his arms, but...

"Didn't Giorno say he wanted to be a man? A mature man wouldn't want to sleep with his mother~" Diablo's tone rose slightly, his green eyes full of teasing.

"..." Why don't I become a man anymore?Giorno wanted to repent, but wouldn't he be regarded as a person who broke his promise?

"Then I... sleep by myself..." Giorno said bravely, trying to impress Diablo with his trembling voice.

"Yeah, as expected of Giorno, then the room next to Mom is yours. If you have anything to do, you can call me, but remember to knock on the door politely!"

Diablo pushed Giorno, who was in pajamas, into the room prepared for him, and kissed him on the forehead before leaving, "Good night~"

And it was the same today. After Diablo returned to her room, she quickly withdrew her original gentle expression, because she saw that the computer screen on her desk had been lit up, and the mail logo was flashing in the lower right corner.

Diablo didn't turn on the lights, it was cloudy tonight, there was no moonlight shining in, and only the computer screen shimmered in the dark room.

She sat down, clicked on the email with the mouse, and the dense words were printed in her eyes.

The light from the screen shone on Diablo's face, and she slowly browsed through the text with a dim expression.

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