I'll retire when I'm done

Gojo Satoru liked to see Bai Hong sitting and writing.

A girl who concentrates on something, a girl who pays no attention to those details to cover up her true nature, the moment when all the pretense is taken off, even the eyes are different from the past.

Only at this time is the purest Baihong.

Upright, straight, like a sword with a restrained edge but still elegant, there is a kind of natural coldness and beauty, but the eyebrows and eyes are exquisite and beautiful, so it softens the awe-inspiring alienation that is born The arrogance, Wen cultivates just the right frivolity.

……is his.

This Baihong belongs to him.

——Gojo Satoru snatched it back by himself.

The old guys always despise her origin and bloodlines, thinking that she is a bastard born of an unskilled woman thrown out by the Zenyuan family-what else is left of her except a beautiful face that can confuse the world now?It's just trash that doesn't even have magic power.From their point of view, it would be a waste for such a little girl to be a concubine, but she just used it as a toy for the future Patriarch to pass the time while she was still a little playful.

Gojo Satoru is very clear about the plans of those old people who are now pretentiously taking care of the family business for him temporarily. In front of him, he didn't bother to care about those boring little calculations.

Those young ladies from aristocratic families who are gentle and gentle, who are cowardly and do not dare to make a mistake, how many Baihong can compare with him?

It's not that Wutiao's future patriarch needs to take into account the twisted and twisted thoughts of those old things, but because Baihong is the one who has Wutiao's enlightenment, and he only needs to think about his things. Why should those disgusting things bother her mind.

——His Baihong is always the best in everything and deserves the best.

Since it is the best, there is no need to restrain her with those inexplicable rules, so Gojo Satoru waited patiently for a while, seeing that her writing was getting bigger and bigger, and she seemed to be immersed in it, so he simply took off the paper from her hand. The pen, then arched up and fell into her arms, and the arm was lifted and hung heavily on the girl's shoulder.

"Come and play, let's play~" The young master flung himself on her body and made a fool of himself. The boy was so heavy that he didn't have any flesh and bones on his body, so he couldn't sit upright, so he had to change to a more A comfortable posture to avoid being directly pressed by Gojo Satoru on the ground.

The boy elongated his voice in dissatisfaction, ignoring that the elder who was teaching was still waiting anxiously for Baihong to finish the last few documents: "Don't read those boring things, come and play with me~"

Gojo Satoru blinked those beautiful six eyes, complaining pitifully.

This is his Baihong, why should he listen to the orders of those irrelevant people?

Bai Hong was still thinking about the contents of the document he just glimpsed at the last time. There are too many loopholes in the Wujo family. This group of people are used to this kind of environment and they don’t feel it. It’s no wonder that someone tried to assassinate Wujo Wu that day. No one noticed the problem in advance.

"The work is not finished yet..." She struggled to get up and read the document.

Gojo Satoru pursed his lips instantly: "What does it matter, anyway, it's just boring paperwork, just let them do it."

Bai Hong patted the boy on the back, and coaxed him in a nice voice, "I have to find something other than playing with you."

It is also to increase your own value chips.

"It doesn't matter," Gojo Satoru replied without thinking: "There is nothing more important than me in the Gojo family. It is enough for Hong to just be with me."

Yeah yeah.Bai Hong nodded perfunctorily.

The people who are showing favor to her now are not the people in power of the Wutiao family in the final analysis, but whether she is still young and has a background and family background to support her. The limit of human tolerance.

After all, what is the only thing she relies on?

It is Gojo Satoru's willful preference.

But Bai Hong is not so naive to maintain his future on the body of a five-year-old child.

Children are fickle. A toy that has been waiting for months may lose interest and be thrown into the trash the next day. This is especially true for geniuses who are naturally transparent about everything.

In this life, she doesn't even believe in blood relationship, and she doesn't think that a child like Gojo Satoru can maintain her curiosity forever.

Still a kid...

She rubbed Gojo Satoru's head, thinking casually.

But she wants to find a way out now, but it is not realistic. After all, there are too few cards in her hand, and she needs to add a little more chips.

"Miss Hong..." After reading half of the previous paperwork, the elderly elder was willing to help her. He was still waiting for her to come back to deal with it. Bai Hong struggled to get up from the attack of the large pendant, and was again Gojo Satoru, who threw himself on his back, was crushed to the ground.

Bai Hong raised a finger in compromise.

"At least let me read that copy."

Wutiao Wu reluctantly let go of his strength, but still hung stickily on her body, and followed Bai Hong to finish reading the copy with little interest.

"What's the problem?"

"……no problem."

Bai Hong replied, this time before he even had time to pick up the pen, Wu Tiao Wu dragged him away.

After dinner, it was time to rest as usual, Bai Hong went back to his room and took out a pen and paper, brushed and began to write something.

"What are you writing?"

Gojo Satoru lay on her back as usual, casually picked up a finished draft and glanced at it. Baihong's draft was quite idiosyncratic, and there were some messy ghost symbols in various languages. It wasn't that I couldn't understand what she wanted to write at all. Han: "What is this?"

"The last one brought by the elder today is the plan. I think it should familiarize you with the specific situation of the Wutiao family, the staffing and the general scope of work."

"Hey, that kind of thing doesn't matter anyway." Gojo Satoru has the usual ruthlessness of a magician in this regard, "Anyway, many people in this kind of place won't be able to stay for long, and it doesn't matter if they remember it or not."

"It would be great if that's the case..." Bai Hong frowned slightly: "However, the plan was written five years ago."

"What happened five years ago?"

Gojo Satoru looked puzzled.

"It's the same reason that the family-inherited spells of your conjurers are easily inquired by outsiders so that they can develop a solution." Bai Hong's eyes were cold, and his writing speed became faster and faster:

"—Unchanged means that the information is conservative, and the information is easy to leak. For the Gojo family, who is a treasure in his own right, this in itself is a fatal mistake."

Moreover, someone showed her favor recently, which also proved another thing.

——The Gojo family is not monolithic in the traditional sense. The unique arrogance of magicians makes them disdain to associate with ordinary things, and they don't think there is any value in things other than magic formulas; but magicians are still human beings, Food, clothing, housing and transportation still need to be handled by someone. It is impossible to maintain such a huge family with only a few old-fashioned and self-respecting guys. The information is not top secret, as long as you have the heart, all kinds of information are simply at your fingertips.

——Since someone assassinated Gojo Satoru at night, she has been asking all the people she can come into contact with one after another, and easily got the time schedule from them. Whoever handles it is responsible, and even the rotation time of the guards and servants is clear.

Of course, Wujo Wu's influence made them trust themselves, but there are also many people who have no scruples about it, and can tell others casually.

At first glance, Wujo Wu's protection was seamless, but with a little thought, Bai Hong could detect flaws in seventeen or eighteen details and logical errors in the arrangement.

From her point of view, it would be an easy task for anyone in the house to kill Wujo Satoru if they had the brains to do so.

The reason why they didn't succeed can only show that they have no brains.

The staff is fixed, the time is fixed, the time to go out and the staff are fixed. The shift shift time seems to be seamless, but the implementation is not so strict. It is not a problem to have vague accounts on the daily purchase of various materials. There are some things that can be salvaged that are inconsistent with the plan I read before. It is such a plan full of flaws that the execution rate is less than one-tenth, and the group of old men has not yet responded that there is a problem.

Do they think Gojo Satoru can't see it or can't see it at all when he is young, or do they really think it's not a problem?

Excessive trust in Six Eyes reduces their due vigilance, whether it is an opponent or a partner, this reduced vigilance is fatal.

Bai Hong wrote something quickly, anyway, her nature was almost exposed in front of Gojo Satoru, the more she wrote now, the more angry she was, and she subconsciously let out a mocking sneer: "The people of the Wutiao family are so stupid."

"That's right, I'm so pitiful." Gojo Satoru replied immediately, not at all following the other party's scolding at his own guilt and dissatisfaction.

Seeing that Baihong really didn't have time to talk to him for the time being, he could find some fun, touching her hair, pinching her ears, seeing the girl's white and soft skin, and couldn't help rubbing her cheeks against her cheeks back and forth. Anyway, the other party won't be angry because of this, and eagerly lowered his voice and acted like a baby: "So Hong must protect me well."

"Protect you, protect you," Bai Hong was absent-minded, and he replied reflexively driven by pure instinct, "Be obedient, I will play with you after I finish writing this."

Gojo Satoru pouted.

For the sake of me, I forgive you for ignoring me.

The boy hung behind her to watch her write, his chin rested on her shoulders, his arms wrapped around Bai Hong's body, and Bai Hong was a little taller than him now, Wu Tiao Wu stretched his body and hung on her back. After a while, he lost interest, and soon slid onto her lap without bones, closed his eyes, and yawned lazily.

Bai Hong proficiently freed up a hand, and touched Wu Tiao Wu's head very skillfully.

The rustling of pens is an excellent white noise. Recently, the maids especially use peach blossom dew on Bai Hong's body. It has a slightly sweet and clear fragrance. Gojo Satoru has become accustomed to smelling this fragrance on her body recently. An instinctive sense of security.

Bai Hong gently patted his head, and kept his voice just right so that he wouldn't disturb his sleep.

"It's not over yet, Wu."

The girl's tone was calm, but the intensity of writing was slightly increased.

"Be careful, there are more people trying to kill you than I thought."

The author has something to say: Today's sister Hong is also a reliable minor who consciously works overtime (?)

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