How did the good of order become the confidant of the villain? !

Want to follow me?

Compared with Giorno's "how to prove", what surprised Yu Gongcui slightly was the first half of the sentence that the child blurted out.

Seeing the scene of the bearded man holding up his leash viciously while the woman sits nonchalantly aside, anyone's first instinct is to not let this kid stay here any longer.

However, when Giorno asked if he wanted to leave, the scene envisioned in his mind was a luxurious villa, a nanny servant, a children's room full of plush dolls and the best private school, etc. Materially, etc. s things.

In the seemingly caring scene, there is no Yu Gongcui.

The Mafia is by no means a good place to bring up children. He is not sure if he grows up around him, whether the long-term influence will have some negative effects on Giorno.

What's more, when the boss's personal guards were tracking him, he once asked the latter for directions, and was pointed in the wrong direction——

If you suddenly find that this familiar child is next to Lamy who is the leader of the enthusiasm team, you will have doubts about the relationship between the two, and even start to wonder whether Yu Gongcui is the guy who escaped that day, it is a matter of course .

All in all, taking Giorno by his side to take care of him was not in Amamiya Tsui's consideration at first.

He pursed his lips in some embarrassment, lowered his head wordlessly, and met the eyes of the child sitting in his arms.

The child's wide-open green pupils are full of undisguised and cautious expectations.

——If you are rejected, you will definitely be filled with astonishment and loss, and then try to cover up your true emotions, expressing that you don't mind with a mature attitude beyond your age.

Just thinking about it makes my heart ache.

Abandoning all the previous analysis of pros and cons in an instant, Yu Gongcui threw the reasons listed before into the trash can, and confidently wrote the latest plan in the brand-new brain plan book.

In order to fulfill the obligation of being a father for the second young master, and make up for the fatherly love that Giorno has lacked for so many years, it is necessary to take his son by his side to take care of him.

How could such a well-behaved kid like Giorno learn to be bad just because he was in the mafia?After staying in this gloomy and twisted little family for so long, don't you still maintain your kind nature of helping strangers who are desperate?

As for the question of being suspected by the pro-guards...

As the boss's confidants, those stand-in messengers all have their usual areas of responsibility, and they will not suddenly run away from Naples for no reason.

As long as you keep quiet, don't attract Polpo's attention, and report the fact that there is an extra child around you, the limelight will pass quickly.

The growth and development speed of children at this age is astonishingly fast, and in two years' time, the appearance alone will not be able to connect with the present in any case.

Amamiya Cui, who made up her mind, couldn't help rubbing Giorno's black hair, which felt good to the touch, feeling that the father's love in her chest was about to overflow.

"Is the test question 'how to gain your trust'," he called with a smile, "young master."

It was only a few seconds later that he realized that he was calling himself, and Qiao Luno, who had a serious face, suddenly became embarrassed and pinched the hem of his clothes uneasily.

Seeing the child's porcelain white side face quickly stained with a thin layer of red, Yu Gongcui resisted the urge to reach out and pinch his face, and instead clenched the other's little hand that was slightly sweating because of nervousness.

"I'll tell you my real name."

"It's the one I used to serve your father in the nineteenth century, and it's the one I try to hide now so that people around me can't find out—if you know this, it's equivalent to holding my handle."

He held up Giorno's hand and wrote stroke by stroke on the soft palm.

[Amemiya Midori. 】

After writing the last stroke, the boy silently recited those syllables, clenched his fists with such force that his joints turned slightly white.

After confirming that he kept it in his heart, he introduced himself in a low voice.

"Giorno Giovanna."

...JOJO?

What a nostalgic name.

The emotions that were originally surging and stirring spit out colorful bubbles one after another, and the feeling of colliding with the wall of the heart and shattering was light and wonderful.

The empty chest was filled with layers of soap bubbles, and there was a long-lost feeling of fullness that almost made people want to cry.

Yu Gongcui leaned down and buried her cheeks on the child's thin shoulders with the fragrance of milk.

The latter felt something, and awkwardly reached out to pat his back, but he didn't dare to do it, so he could only ask cautiously.

"What's wrong?"

"Just remembering the past."

He calmed down, raised his head and smiled at the child in his arms.

"Is there a star on Giorno's shoulder?"

After getting the ignorant nod, all that remained in my heart was the sense of fate of "it really is", and the joy of realizing how precious this is, which spontaneously arises and makes the whole person tremble involuntarily.

Clenching the child's slender hands and sticking them to her lips, Yu Gongcui spoke with an almost devout seriousness.

"You are a gift of miserly fate to me...a treasure beyond all miracles."

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Early the next morning, he rushed back to Naples with Giorno.

After placing the exhausted child in the house that was secretly purchased a few years ago, after Giorno quickly fell asleep, Yu Gongcui walked out of the bedroom softly, took out his mobile phone and contacted Bugarati.

"How's it going?"

The tone of the young man on the other end of the phone replied as calmly as ever, which made people feel a sense of trust.

"Everything is normal, and Polbo cadres haven't mentioned you. However," he paused briefly, "maybe it's my delusion, I always feel that the organization has the intention to get involved in drugs."

Because of his father, Bugarati hated the word drug.

Although she also felt disgusted, Yu Gongcui had already imagined such a development, and her reaction was more flat.

"'Enthusiasm' is a mafia after all, and there's no reason not to do lucrative business. Sorry, Bucciarati, the only advice I can give is to be mentally prepared in advance."

After a moment of silence, there was a sound of obedience.

Knowing that this does not mean that the suggestion was really approved, Yu Gongcui, who knew how stubborn the other party was, could only sigh inwardly, and hung up the phone after saying goodbye.

Giorno was still sleeping soundly, his lips were slightly parted, and his crow-colored eyelashes were set off by his skin and curled up.From time to time, it trembled slightly in the dream, as if there were two butterflies flapping their wings.

Yu Gongcui returned to the room, sat beside him and watched him quietly for a while.

Seeing that the time passed quickly, it was already noon, so I stood up reluctantly, called a nearby restaurant and ordered takeaway.

Giorno was awakened from sleep when the delivery man knocked on the door.

Before he opened his eyes, he thought vaguely, as if he had a dream that was so lucky that it had no sense of reality——

The shoulders were shaken twice, and after realizing that he had woken up, a pair of warm and strong hands helped him to sit up, and handed over his coat to help him put it on.

Before Giorno subconsciously raised his hand to let him play with him, he was carried off the bed, with a pair of furry cartoon slippers on his feet.

"Good afternoon, young master."

Amamiya Cui squatted down, carefully buttoned up the coat buttons for Giorno, who couldn't recover for a while, and said hello happily.

"How did you sleep? Since you woke up, do you want to have lunch first?"

Scenes of previous memories came to mind, and Giorno, who realized that this was not a dream, raised his hand to hold the sleeve of the young man in front of him, and nodded vigorously.

Perhaps it was because of the object of the meal, in his impression, this was the most appetizing meal so far.

"He's not picky at all, what a good boy. Does Giorno have anything he likes to eat? I'll prepare it carefully next time."

like to eat...

Giorno swallowed the food in his mouth, and replied seriously: "Pudding, and chocolate."

The young man on the opposite side held his chin with one hand, and his black pupils were like some kind of inorganic gemstones, staring at him intently and without blinking.

Among them was only the reflection of himself.Even the answer to this kind of question, which was more like a purely polite question, did not show any indifference, but took it seriously in his heart as if he was dealing with some important matter, showing a happy and satisfied expression.

"Dessert...I like it too." Then an invitation was sent out, "Want to eat pudding together someday?"

He obviously wanted to agree, but out of some concerns, he cautiously hesitated.

"Wouldn't it bother you too much? Besides, the work problem—"

The person opposite stretched out his hand and flicked it lightly on the forehead with a smile.

"Why worry so much."

"Since you're with me, Giorno can just be a kid who's only responsible for being happy."

I can't tell what it feels like... It's like there are thousands of tiny pink flowers blooming in the bottom of my heart at the same time, and my whole heart becomes crisp and numb.

Giorno buried his hot cheeks into the plate, and hummed lightly.

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Bugarati found that his boss was very wrong recently.

Since returning to Naples after fishing last time, he has been avoiding himself intentionally or unintentionally.

In the beginning, the time we spent together became shorter, and we hurried away after meeting each other. Later, it simply developed into a night out, and we haven't returned to the apartment for a while.

At the same time, his attitude towards Porpo was not as eccentric as in the past, it seemed that something softened the edges and became a little more peaceful.

Borbo was happy to see the success and did not pursue it, but as a close person who had spent his entire youth with the former and received a lot of care, he suddenly received such unreasonable cold reception. Surprised, I couldn't help but want to find out.

I haven't seen you for another two weeks. When I went to report to Polbo's residence today, I happened to meet at the door by accident.Buccarati couldn't help being refreshed, strode over, and hurriedly called out to the other party.

"senior--!"

What have you been up to these days?Why don't you even go home?

After all, is it really necessary to avoid me like this? Obviously, you also know that I am definitely not someone who will reveal secrets.

Yu Gongcui, who had just completed the task and went out, couldn't help but stop. Hearing the sound of the little girl running over from behind, her figure suddenly stiffened slightly, and the fingertips placed by her side flicked involuntarily.

... Regarding the sudden cold treatment of Bucciarati, he is naturally quite clear as the instigator.

Giorno had just changed to a new environment, and he couldn't adapt to everything around him. As the only person the child could rely on, he naturally had to take good care of him.

More and more attention is poured into one side of the balance, and the other side has been raised high before you know it.

I had no choice but to deceive myself by saying "Buggarati has grown up and doesn't need this kind of extra care". The more guilty I feel, the more I try my best to avoid meeting the latter.

And now, it happened unexpectedly.

How is he going to explain?

There's absolutely no reason for it.

Seeing that he was about to be overtaken by Buccarati, who was full of grievances, he would definitely be thrown a bunch of question marks head-on.Yu Gongcui, who was in a messy mood, gritted her teeth, decided to run away.

Stop chasing!Just pretend we haven't met before today, okay? !

Bugarati:? ? ?

Bugarati, who stood blankly in place, watched Amamiya Tsui's back quickly disappear at the corner of the street. If it was a small grievance with tolerance, it has now become a big puzzle of not being trusted. .

He felt like he was about to burst.

…… Senior, he ran away?