I'll retire when I'm done

"I don't really mind this... But aren't you only seventeen this year? You can't be underage~"

"It's already eighteen this year! My birthday is so young, it's only in December!"

"..."

"When you were young, you were only one year older after your birthday!"

"I don't care! I'm eighteen! I'm the head of the house, so you have to listen to me!"

The woman sighed as well, but her voice was full of laughter, but she was not angry. It was obvious that she had acquiesced in the other party's rather unreasonable and unreasonable troubles: "Okay, listen to you."

There was another rustling sound, the tearing of the cloth was too abrupt, and the rest of the sound also stopped for a while.

"...Ah, the clothes are broken."

"Wear mine tomorrow."

"Your clothes are so big, I don't feel comfortable wearing them..."

"Actually, I don't mind a vacuum—provided you only move around in this yard."

"Don't tell me that Wutiao's family can't even afford a set of clothes."

"Of course I can afford it, but my clothes are more expensive and more comfortable, don't you want to wear them?"

"It's said that it's too big and it's easy to fall off..."

"Wouldn't that be better?"

The servants dared not rush forward because of Wujo Wu's six-eye ability, and sneaked around for a while, and some of the bolder ones approached a little closer, but they could only vaguely hear the rustling in the room. The sound of rustling cloth and the more subtle and ambiguous sound they imagined were never heard by them.

Perhaps it was because the people who were messing around in the house had other plans themselves. In the middle of the night, Gojo Satoru opened the paper door and asked someone to bring in water. The young Patriarch's eyes were wet, his lips were bright, his clothes were wide open, and his collarbone was covered with red marks , The servant who came to deliver the water had a dull expression on his face, and for a moment he couldn't tell what was going on inside. Gojo Satoru completely blocked what was going on inside the room, but he himself was generous enough to allow others to observe, so he naturally didn't stop him. Let these people spread the news.

So in less than one night, the entire Wutiao family knew that the young Patriarch had brought back a woman of unknown origin from outside, and brought it back to his room without mentioning it, and it was the fiancée he himself called when he introduced it.

The biggest question is: Who is in the hands of last night's dominance is still in doubt.

……

... How decent is this! ! !

Before dawn the next morning, the Wutiao family already had more than ten collateral elders standing there gloomyly. He has to sleep until the sun is up, not to mention that today is different, there is more tenderness in the house, the ghost knows when he will get up.

Some of these people just couldn't bear the sight of Liuyan's blood being polluted by the outside world, and some had women of the right age at home, and seeing that Liuyan had finally opened their eyes, they were ready to send it.

The Yusan family is cut off from the modern society and still retains many customs of the past. In their view, it doesn't matter that Wujo Wu has many foreign women around him, but it proves that he finally understands the benefits of this aspect-as for one or two of them, they don't care at all. I didn't take it to heart, Zenyuan and Kamo have never minded the existence of concubines and concubines for so many years, let alone a young man who has just tasted love?

The butler didn't dare to make a hasty decision, so he secretly called a few maids to call Wujo Wu, thought for a while and whispered: "Call Shangkui to go with you."

Aoi has been serving Gojo Satoru since she was a child. Although in recent years, because of her age and experience, many things no longer need to be done by herself, but when encountering such a situation, they will default to let her persuade the bad The temperate young head of the house.

She is over forty years old this year, and no matter how well she takes care of her hair, she can't hide the silver hair on her temples. After hearing the explanations from the juniors, she smiled at Wen Wen. Then he changed into a solemn dress, and then went to the private courtyard where the head of the family lived.

It was almost noon, and there was still no sound in the house. After sitting quietly by the door for more than ten minutes, Kui Duan knocked on the door lightly and asked in a low voice:

"Are you two up?"

Footsteps sounded in the house, and Aoi looked quietly at her hands folded on her knees with drooping eyebrows. The thin paper door was opened a little, and a bare foot of a woman with slender ankles and pale skin stepped out first. Light bruises, but because her skin is too fair, the bruises are particularly conspicuous.

Aoi raised her eyes slightly, and recognized that the hem of the floor-length dress hanging from her calf belonged to Gojo Satoru.

She didn't look at it much, she narrowed her eyes and lowered her head docilely: "Excuse me."

Most of the clothes are specially made for the tall young Patriarch, and this girl is not short, but there is still a lot of clothes left in the overly baggy clothes.Aoi was thinking about whether the ready-to-wear that was sent earlier was suitable enough, but at the end of her eyes, she caught a glimpse of the other party's steps briskly swinging the hem of the clothes, and when she turned around, a section of slender, snow-white calf was revealed. She stopped in front of her and crossed her legs in front of her Sitting while sitting, the voice was faintly smiling: "Kui? Oh, it's really... Long time no see, do you still recognize me?"

The woman was stunned, then raised her eyes subconsciously, and met a pair of coquettish and beautiful dark blue pupils. That face gradually overlapped with that of a child in her memory. The woman who has long been accustomed to showing emotions without showing emotions, lost her etiquette very rarely. , she stared at Bai Hong, and after an unknown amount of time, her eyes were slightly moist: "Miss Hong..."

"Oh, why are you still crying?" Bai Hong looked helpless, and pointed to the clothes on the tray next to him. "For me?"

Aoi quickly put away her fluctuating emotions, raised her sleeves and wiped the corners of her eyes, her voice still choked with sobs: "I'm sorry for being rude, but I'm just a little too happy to see that you are doing well... After all, you were Leaving Wutiao's house directly, such a small child has no one to rely on, after all these years, I can't let go..."

She tried her best to raise the corners of her mouth towards Bai Hong, showing a rare sincere smile: "But now that you are so healthy, I can finally feel at ease."

After the joy and excitement of the reunion dissipated, Aoi finally found the purpose of her trip: "So it was Miss Hong who stayed in the master's room last night?"

"Well, it's me."

She admitted it neatly, and then tugged on the baggy clothes that had slipped off her shoulders, covering a rather conspicuous tooth mark on her shoulders, "The kid is still sleeping after a long time of mischief. I heard voices and came over to check, is there anything wrong?"

"Are you a kid?...so cute." Kui raised her sleeves to cover her lips, her brows and eyes crooked with a smile: "It really fits your title...Speaking of which, you took good care of the Patriarch back then, and that person is really important to you. It's a 'kid'."

"Actually, it's not a big deal—" After recognizing who it was, Aoi didn't hide her partiality. She had served in Wutiao's house for a long time, and she was no longer the cautious little maid who was restrained everywhere. The contempt between her words was obvious. : "It's just that someone from the outside family sees that there are more people around the head of the family, and it's not their own choice. Naturally, they don't want to."

"I'll leave my clothes here, so I won't disturb your 'reunion' after a long absence—I'll let the kitchen arrange lunch later. Is your taste the same as when you were a child? Or don't you like red ginger and onions?"

Bai Hong laughed: "It's a shame you still remember... I have a casual taste, I've been used to it for so many years."

"That can't be casual..." Aoi's eyes were filled with kindness and pity: "You must not have eaten well outside for so many years. The outside is so chaotic, how could it be better than the meticulousness of the Wutiao family?" Bai Hong Her skin was so pale that she could almost describe it as pale. She had seen prisoners who hadn't seen the sun all year round, and she had also seen a young lady pampered by a boudoir, and she could tell the difference between the two.

... must have suffered a lot.

"I will prepare one for her according to my taste for lunch, and it will be delivered later... I still need to sleep, so you stay with me." Gojo Satoru also inserted into the conversation between the two with a sleepy voice. But the second half of the sentence was addressed to Bai Hong.

The young Patriarch lay faceless at the door with his hair drooping down to cover his sleepy eyes. He yawned and tugged at Bai Hong's sleeve.

Bai Hong glanced at Aoi who was looking at him with a loving smile on his face, and then glanced at Wujo Wu who made it clear in the room that he would not continue to sleep without a pillow, sighed lightly, and coaxed in a good-tempered manner: "Wait a minute It'll be a while."

"I put the clothes here, my lord."

Aoi pushed the tray containing the clothes, Gojo Satoru glanced at it without interest, dragged it casually behind the door, and immediately tugged Bai Hong's sleeve vigorously, there was already some grievance in the beautiful blue eyes Complain: "Hurry up."

Aoi smiled and watched the two of them stick together again quite naturally, with a look of nostalgia in her eyes.

"Don't bother the two of you."

She even pushed Bai Hong's back to urge her back to the room, then closed the paper door with her backhand, and left the courtyard briskly.

After leaving the courtyard, Aoi immediately told the servants waiting outside the courtyard, with a rare serious expression: "Don't go in until you get the order, it doesn't matter if you come to remind me, remember, the person we serve is Gojo Wu-sama, Not the group of collateral people."

Aoi thought about it, added some other trivial instructions, and then added with a serious face: "Since the Patriarch has recognized the identity of the girl, he will treat her as the Patriarch's wife."

All the servants obediently agreed.

***

Gojo Satoru didn't care about the outside situation after Aoi left. The temperature inside the room was slightly higher and the light was dim, which was quite a suitable environment for sleeping. He dragged Baihong back and stuffed it under the quilt again, ready to go back to sleep.

The quilt had been replaced with a new one before, it was soft and clean, and exuded the smell of high-end incense. Before she had time to change into the better-fitting clothes that Aoi had prepared for her, she was still wearing the other party's loose unlined clothing. body, buried her head in her arms, and her arms had skillfully wrapped around her waist, followed by her long, muscular legs bent up, quite naturally stripping Bai Hong's long, slender, bare legs from the hem of her clothes , and turned under his calf.

——Different from his tough posture that he could not refuse the night before, this posture at this moment can even be regarded as a childish dependence.

Gojo Wu rubbed her neck and collarbone with the tip of his nose, smelling his own scent on her with satisfaction.

--mine.

This person is already completely mine.

He bent his eyes happily, and by the way, grabbed Bai Hong's hand and placed it on his head, the meaning was self-evident.

touch quickly.

Bai Hong caressed his soft snowy hair, listening to the sound of breathing in his arms gradually slowing down, followed by divergent thinking, and began to think, whether I found a younger boyfriend or raised a clingy one and it's okay. □ the cat.

Ah, there seems to be no difference.