Did the male lead change his ways today?

the same evening.

The news that Sir Joestar's nephew set their house on fire spread all over the city. It was a scandal that shocked the entire upper class. The entire London journalists were squatting outside Scotland Yard, trying to get first-hand information. .

People gossip that Sir Joestar refused to allow his nephew to marry his only daughter, and the other party was more inclined to let his adopted son become the heir of the Joestar family, so his nephew held a grudge and bought a group of tramps to retaliate .

Including the Carpenter family's attempt to push the crime of instigating arson to their expelled daughter. I heard that the girl almost murdered Miss Joestar because she was jealous of her, but Sir Joestar chose to forgive her, so she also participated in this matter.

The gate of the charity school was also surrounded by reporters, and the nuns had to tell the reporter that the girl had escaped.

And at this moment, a long-faced girl with freckles rushed out in front of Diego Brando who had just finished the game and was about to go home after coming out of the backstage of the Marseille.

"What's the matter, miss?"

Diego escaped reporters and supporters, with no one else around him, and it is not known how the girl found him.He raised his eyebrows and looked at each other with disdain.

"My brother was arrested! He now blames me for instigating him! They want to throw the blame on me!"

The long-faced girl looked at Diego nervously, feeling very emotionally broken, "What should I do! I don't want to go to jail together! Please help me!"

"What does this have to do with me?"

Diego laughed contemptuously, "I didn't ask you to do that, I just gave you some advice out of good intentions, I didn't expect you to be so extreme..."

"You told me to do that! I relayed everything you said to Willie!"

The girl exclaimed in disbelief, "I...I believe in you so much! Do you want to stay out of it now?! I'm going to tell the police! It was you! It was all your idea! Because you said you hated Dior!!"

She tried to grab Diego's arm, but he pushed him away impatiently.

"You have no evidence to prove it. I have a perfect alibi, and I haven't done anything. It was your brother who did it, and you were the one who instigated him."

Diego put his hands in his breeches, looked at her like garbage and said, "You can do it yourself, miss, if I were you, I would immediately buy a boat ticket and escape to the United States."

"you you……"

The girl was lying on the ground, staring at Dio with distorted face, and then she cried like crazy.

"No... ah ah ah!"

……

"Dior, I won our bet!"

When he returned to Joestar's house, Dio saw Joannes looking at him with sparkling eyes, with anticipation written all over his face.

"I just said, we wronged Diego, and we shouldn't just suspect others without evidence."

"It's just that you haven't found evidence."

Dio snorted, still skeptical of Diego.In fact, the whole thing was so outrageous that he always suspected that there was someone hiding behind it and planning it all.

He will never let his guard down on Diego, because he knows that man is of the same kind as him.

But Qiaoqiao firmly believes in this. She is always so naive, demanding herself and others with unnecessary moral standards, and always defenseless against people who are really threatening...

Thinking of this, Dio was very angry, but right now he has no evidence to prove it, so he decided to let Diego go first.And if he loses the bet, he doesn't really lose anything, isn't he just teaching Qiao Qiao?It doesn't matter, he can control the situation...

"So can I come to your room tonight?"

Jojo's blurted words interrupted Dio's meditation, and he almost choked on his own saliva.

Dio stared at her speechlessly. Well, she still didn't know how to speak. Although there was no trace of hypocrisy or deliberate temptation in her words, it was easy to think of those things...

And they're older, and it's actually not a good idea to invite her to their bedroom, but JoJo obviously doesn't realize it.This matter cannot be known to George or any of the servants in the family, it can only be done secretly.

"Not tonight, Jojo."

Dio sternly rejects her, ignoring the disappointment in her eyes.

"I have something to go out tonight, and I will teach you another day."

"Ok."

Joannes agreed, though she still looked sorry, but she didn't ask Dio what he was going out for.

"By the way, I have something for you."

Dio took a deep breath, stared at Jojo, and then, just as he had made a decision long ago, he took out the lost and recovered dress from his bag and handed it to Jojo.

"This is……"

Jojo stared at the dress Dio gave her in surprise, her eyes completely rounded.

"Isn't this Mother Dior's dress? Why give it to me?"

She looked confused, holding the dress carefully in her hands, not knowing what to do.

Dio knew that she would ask this question a long time ago, but he didn't want to explain. He looked at Jojo seriously and said, "This is something you bought and returned to me, and now I want to give it to you."

"Give it to me..."

Then Dio saw Jojo opened her mouth, her eyes were filled with disbelief, as if confirming his intention.But not long after, Jojo didn't know what she was imagining, and she suddenly curved her lips with a happy face.

"Thank you, then I will accept it without hesitation, and I will cherish it, Dior, I have received your heart."

... His intentions?Dio couldn't help wrinkling his nose at what Jojo said.

Don't get me wrong, he doesn't have any intentions, but what else can he do with a woman's clothes?By the time the dress was stolen, he had imagined it being burned or shredded, and he might have been angry, but nothing else.

But he wasn't going to destroy the dress himself, and he wasn't going to throw it away.If it was worn by another woman, he would also want to kill that woman, but if it was Jojo, he would find it less difficult to accept.

"If you don't mind, I think I'll try it on now, do you mind if I wear it?"

Joannes hugged her skirt and looked at him expectantly, as if she knew he would agree.

"……certainly."

Although Dio was a bit tangled, he still generously agreed, and Jojo immediately returned to his room with the skirt.

After watching Jojo leave, Dio felt relieved.The hardest part was over, yes, he was referring to the part where he gave the dress to Jojo and answered why she did it.He felt that he had finally solved a troublesome matter that made him restless, and his heart gradually settled down.

Dio also returned to his room. He was going to read a book and sneak out of the house until late at night.He has always acted secretly, and no one will find out what he is doing.

After a while, he heard a knock on the door of the room.

"Knock knock. Dio, are you still in there?"

Jojo's brisk and sweet voice sounded outside, and she seemed to be in a good mood.Dio closed the book, and he raised his eyes while sitting on the sofa.

"come in."

The biggest improvement in Jojo's etiquette is that she no longer comes in without waiting for permission like she did when she was a child. Of course, he doesn't have anything to hide, he just hates Jojo's messiness.

But she is full of energy and passion, and those lacking in details can be forgiven.

"What do you think, is it suitable for me?"

Jojo walked around in front of him in a skirt, and Dio looked at him expressionlessly, listening to her sigh softly.

"I feel my chest is so tight, I finally buttoned it up...can I really wear it?"

In fact, he didn't see his mother wear this skirt a few times, because it was expensive and it was not suitable to wear it delicately in the slums.To be honest, this mature and formal style is not suitable for Jojo, she is sexy and sweet, her current figure is actually similar to his mother, but the bust size of this dress is a little smaller.

He saw that Qiaoqiao's chest was tightly strangled by the clothes, but instead drew out more imaginative lines.

Just when he was about to say something, a button that was crumbling because of the devastation bounced off his face.

"..."

Dio was stunned for a moment.

Just now, what happened...

"Yes, sorry! I broke your mother's dress!"

Qiao Qiao's face turned red in an instant, and she was immediately ashamed and bent over to find the snapped buttons.

"Strange, where are you..."

There was nowhere on the floor, and it might have rolled under the bed, or under a cupboard.When Jojo fell to the ground, Dio reacted immediately and immediately grabbed her wrist and pulled her up.

"No need, just find it when the maids clean it later."

Although he was very interested in the fact that Qiao Qiao was kneeling and crawling around in front of him, he still had to go out soon, so he couldn't face any embarrassment.He had to stop his dark fantasies.

"It's not your fault, it's the wrong size. Go back and ask the tailor to adjust the bust of the clothes."

Dio spoke generously, deliberately avoiding his gaze from Jojo's chest, and kept taking a deep breath.

"Huh? But isn't it good to touch your mother's skirt casually..."

"It has been given to you, which means that you can use it as you like. You can't continue to wear skirts that don't fit, and the situation like this happens outside."

Joannes wanted to say something, but Dio didn't give her this chance, he pushed her out of the room without any explanation, and then locked the door behind his back.

...It was too dangerous, just now.Qiao Qiao almost discovered his embarrassment.

Dio pushed the thoughts that were bothering him out of his head while he got to work.

It was late at night, after the servants had gone to sleep after a long day's work.Dio changed into his velvet purple feather coat, put on his top hat, and walked out of the room with his cane.When he went downstairs, he glanced at Qiao Qiao's room, the lights inside had been turned off, and he could vaguely hear Qiao Qiao's even breathing.

He didn't stop his footsteps, and quietly left the Joestar house, preparing to go to the slums that he hadn't been back to for many years.

Dio had a hunch that he might get some unexpected discoveries.