[Curse back] Don't ask, it's because you have a car, a house, and a face

Because my husband had a temporary mission to go to Kyushu, so the originally agreed errand of taking my son back to Wutiao's home for training fell on me.

In fact, I don't have a good opinion of the Wujo family. Although they didn't look down on my background and played tricks behind my back, it's better to say that with Wujo Wu's orders, they don't even have the courage to make small moves. I just... simply don't like it. I just like famous families.

It may be that when I took the order before, I was played by the nobles who were full of bad things. The task was extremely difficult, but the final payment I got was much less than before, and they deliberately humiliated me, although I also know that not everyone is like that, But I couldn’t hold back this fixed impression, so that I haven’t stepped into the ancestral house of the Wutiao family so many times, and Wu can do whatever I want. If it wasn’t for this time, he really couldn’t get away. In the past, he brought Qiutong back home. From the family.

"Oh." I sighed, feeling a little worried.

My son sat beside me, raised his head and looked at me worriedly, then stretched out his hand and pulled my sleeve, and said to me in a low voice: "Mom, why don't I go by myself, you stay at home and wait. I'll come back, don't worry, I'm fine with my guards here."

I touched his soft head, seeing my son caring about me so much, I softened my heart, but I still firmly refused, "No, I don't have to worry about entrusting you to others for protection without enlightenment or me. Know more about the dirty methods of assassins."

After all, that was the job I was most comfortable with. Even Gojo Satoru himself fell down once in my hands.

"...Since Mom, if you insist, okay." Qiu Tong hesitated for a while, but she was still a little worried, but seeing how determined my attitude was, there was nothing I could do.

I took out my mobile phone and checked the time. The time agreed with my family was almost here, so I got up and took Qiutong's small backpack, holding his hand and preparing to go out.

We didn’t choose a convenient means of transportation. We held hands and spent more than half an hour walking slowly to Wujo’s house. An old butler of the mansion had already led his staff to wait in front of the door.

After seeing us, he bowed to us very respectfully, "Welcome, Ma'am, Master Qiu Tong. Lunch is ready, may I ask Madam and Master if you want to eat first or make other arrangements? If so If you want to take a rest, the tea room is also tidied up."

I took Qiutong by the hand and replied coldly: "Dinner first."

"Yes, then please follow me and walk this way."

The servants around me took the initiative to take their young master's backpack from me, and then retreated quietly, without asking permission, without opening their mouths, silent as a statue, and breathing as shallow as It doesn't exist, I can't help but suspect that their real identity is actually the killers raised by the Wutiao family.

We were walking in a long corridor, although there were many servants passing by, but no sound was made. This huge ancient house that has existed for at least hundreds of years is like a decayed and withered tree in the deep mountains. Prosperous and prosperous, in fact, the inside has long been rotten.

No wonder I can't adapt to this kind of place. If I want to live here, I might as well find a chance to escape to the outside. Even living in a slum is much better than being bound by rules.

I think I finally understand why Fuheshier insisted on running away from the family.

But the irony is that both my husband and son were born in the nobility, and they have long been accustomed to this kind of life. Even Qiutong, who has been living with us outside since he was a child, will not feel that there is anything wrong when he returns to Wutiao’s house. He didn't adapt, even over-adapted, as if he had been living in Ben's house from the very beginning.

I sighed, and thought to myself that it's a good thing Wu Tiao didn't force me to live with him in Wutiao's house, otherwise even if I was beaten to death by him, I wouldn't have agreed to associate with him.

Screened away the servants around us who were going to serve us, and had a brief lunch, Qiutong followed the people sent by the owner to learn how to manage the family, and I was the only one left who was bored and had nothing to do to stay in the tea room daze.

The servants of the Wutiao family also knew that I didn't like them following me step by step, so no one dared to disturb my quietness. I went to the courtyard where my husband lived when he was a child.

"Maybe the young master didn't mention it in front of you." Mr. Butler smiled and led me to Gojo Wu's former bedroom, and talked to me about some interesting things about him when he was a child that I didn't understand at all, "Actually, young master I have been looking for your whereabouts, and every time I wait with anticipation for the servant to report your whereabouts to him, but it is a pity that your concealment ability is too strong, and I almost found you every time, and then the young master's mood is very sad It will be bad for the whole day, and almost no one dares to appear in front of him except the Patriarch during that time."

Ah, Wu really didn't tell me about these things. It turned out that he had been looking for me for so many years, so it's no wonder that when we met at the college, he suddenly flew over to beat me up.

Mr. Housekeeper opened the Zhangzi paper door and turned sideways to make way for me to enter.

When I walked in, I was surprised to find that this bedroom was so deserted. Although there were many antiques and decorations that looked very expensive in the room, the design was also very elegant, which was quite in line with my impression of a noble home, but... it should How should I put it, I always feel that there is no life here at all, and it is not as good as our small house. I haven't put the coat that Wu casually threw by the bedside into the closet for him.

Ah, bad.

I suddenly remembered that his new clothes that needed to be dry-cleaned were accidentally stuffed into the washing machine for washing by me again. I guess they have been rolled and damaged.

Well, forget it, just pretend that Satoru never bought that new shirt.

After making up my mind to ignore the mistake, I immediately calmed down and looked at the bedroom again, and then I found a photo album, which was still on the top shelf of the bookshelf. If it wasn't for my good eyesight, I would have missed it.

The butler also noticed my gaze, followed his gaze, and immediately explained to me, "This is a photo taken during the young master's high school, because it is the young master's personal belongings, so no servant dares to touch it. , but if it’s you, there should be no problem.”

Isn't it natural?His wife can't even touch him, who else can touch him?

I walked over and reached for the photo album on tiptoe, opened it curiously, and found that some were photos of Mr. Ye Moth getting angry when he was pranked, and some were photos with Jie and Glass, but more... ...still have pictures of me.

Sitting by the window basking in the sun and flipping through famous books, accidentally falling asleep on the desk during class and drooling, forgetting to take notes, and asking her for answers because of the desperate expression on the ice cream falling on the floor, and the When I turned around vigilantly and found it was him, I was stunned and then smiled... There were many, many, almost two-thirds of the entire album.

Well, to be honest, I was kind of intimidated.

Of course it wasn't because he was secretly filming me. After all, I found out that he was secretly filming me. I just didn't bother to talk to him (and the guy looked righteous after he was discovered). I was scared purely because... I didn't I never thought there would be so many!Good guy, did he just take pictures of the four years of the high school? !

I immediately rubbed my temples with a headache, closed the album and put it back in place, not knowing what to say.

"Madam?" Seeing my inexplicably tired appearance, the housekeeper at the side called me cautiously and tentatively.

"It's okay." I shook my head, thinking that there should be nothing to see, turned around and walked outside, and explained to someone by the way, "We'll stay tonight."

"Yes, then I will order someone to prepare dinner."

I opened the paper door, reached into my pocket, and prepared to contact someone remotely, but suddenly a few birds came out from the corner, fluttered their wings, flew past me quickly, and then landed slowly to the middle of the courtyard. On the cherry blossom tree, it jumped left and right twice, chirping, and then spread its wings and bowed its head to peck a few soft feathers.

I just found out that there were several bird nests built on the cherry tree, and I was a little surprised. I thought that there were no other living things in this dead old house except people. Only the little birds with aura were allowed to build nests.

"Does Wu actually like raising birds?"

"This..." Mr. Housekeeper hesitated for a moment, then replied in a low voice, "The young master did raise birds for a while when he was a child, but he hasn't raised them since he entered the high school."

In fact, at the beginning, he locked the birds in cages and carefully fed them, but when he saw that the free birds were depressed every day after being locked up, and even chose to go on a hunger strike, the young Gojo Satoru was lost. Birdcages, and instead asked people to build several birdhouses on the cherry blossom trees in the yard.

Sure enough, after using the correct method, the little bird never escaped again.

But there is no need to tell the young lady about this matter.

I nodded, thinking it was just a little hobby of my husband, I didn't take this matter to heart, I lowered my head and unlocked the screen lock of my phone, put one hand on my hip, and dialed someone's phone.

The old butler behind him quietly left with considerable discernment.

After a beep, the phone was picked up.

"Hello?" The man's very familiar voice rang in my ears, "Qi? Why did you call me suddenly? Didn't my family treat you well?"

"Not really, they are very respectful to me." I bent over and sat in the cold corridor, leaned back slightly, propped my left hand on the floor, and chatted lazily with my lover, "I just want to hit and hit , do I have to have something serious to call you?"

"No, actually I welcome you to call me." The husband's voice seemed a little distorted when it passed through the current, but the joy in his tone could still be heard, "I originally wanted to call you too. , because exorcising the curse is too boring, I have already figured out what to eat for dinner tonight, ah yes, I will be home tomorrow morning, so don’t you stay in the ancestral house tonight, otherwise no one will come out to greet me tomorrow It makes me so sad."

"Tsk, you're so annoying, why don't you just go back to the old house? I don't want to cook."

"Hey - no, I can't get used to the food they cook, so I want to eat yours."

"Then you can come back after eating outside."

"It's really ruthless. I have reason to suspect that you are venting your anger on me in a bad mood."

"Ah, it was discovered unexpectedly. Oops, I have to kill people to silence it."

"Haha, Qi, are you kidding? You can't beat me at all."

I clicked my tongue, "Gojo Satoru, you are really a genius for chatting."

"Forget it, I won't tell you this." I fell back on the floor (it was cleaned pretty clean anyway), stared at the wooden ceiling above my head, and hummed twice, "Guess I found it in your room What is it?"

"En? What did you find?" Gojo Satoru didn't realize it at first. After all, he hadn't returned to his home for a long time, and he didn't have a deep impression of many things, but as long as he looked through his memory carefully, he still remembered it. "You mean the photo album I got when I was in college?"

"Yes, that's right." I was suddenly proud, rubbed my thumb over the tip of my nose, and asked him with a smile, "Quickly tell me the truth, when did you secretly take those photos?"

"Most of those were taken by Nitro and Diva. I just bought them from them with money, and the two of them took the opportunity to raise the price." Speaking of this, Gojo Satoru couldn't help feeling that those two were really businessmen. Wizard, being a conjurer really wronged them, "And I didn't take a sneak shot. I asked for your permission in person, so it's not a sneak shot, right?"

What's more, if he took pictures of his future wife, could that be called a sneak shot?

"Did you see those photos and was moved by me?" There was a hint of a smile in the lover's voice.

"No." But I answered him very coldly, "I just think you're a pervert."

"..."

Gojo Satoru was silent for a while, and then said slowly, "Then you should dry-clean the shirt I bought recently, right?"

"……"Grass.

The author has something to say: Qi: Why do the two of us hurt each other?

285: Didn't you hurt me first?

Wujo Wu, a person who would never accumulate morals even in front of his wife.

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