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

"Hey you."

Behind Yu Gongcui, who was rummaging through the wardrobe in front of the wardrobe, came a sullen question from a young man.

"The price you want to accept, isn't it Bendio's soul? Why, does the filthy devil prefer idiots like JOJO?"

"I thought you had let go of your prejudice against Jonathan, Second Young Master."

He told each other well-known lies, he put the matching clothes on his arms, hurried back to the bed, and dragged the cloudy Dior from the bed like digging potatoes come out.

The latter refused to cooperate even when he stretched out his clothes. Facing the shirt handed over by the deacon, he gave a light snort, and turned his head stubbornly to one side.

Yu Gongcui took a deep breath, opened the system's trust value list again, and used the big number [51] on it to comfort herself, still maintaining her peace of mind.

"Arguing is just wasting each other's time. I told you the reason I got that one first is because Jonathan's room is closer to the stairs, and he's never—" lost his temper and stayed in bed.

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he felt bad.Sure enough, after being pulled and trampled, Dior, who had just hinted arrogantly "come and please me", suddenly darkened rapidly.

Ah, I accidentally said the truth that stepped on the thunder point.

So, before those well-shaped lips uttered hurtful and harsh words, Yu Gongcui simply put away her respectful and courteous deacon, and directly threw a few clothes on the face of Dior who was ready to go. superior.

The latter caught it subconsciously, and the words on the tip of his tongue were temporarily scattered.Yugong Cui, who threw the mess out, showed her true colors, and took two steps back with a half-smile, making it clear whether you like to wear it or not.

"We all have to get our bearings, Dio Brando."

"I'm not going to make friends with you. I'll give you what you want, so you just have to be obedient, understand?"

Abandoning such a declaration, he didn't pay attention to Dio's expression, turned and left indifferently, and took away the cold breakfast on the table by the way.

When I went downstairs, I met Sir Joestar who was sitting in the morning light of the living room reading the morning newspaper. Amamiya Tsui loaded the deacon template in a second, and greeted him with a standard smile and bow.

"Good morning, Mr. Joestar."

"Good morning."

Three years had added some wrinkles to the corners of the man's eyes, but his expression was as loving as ever.His gaze shifted from the newspaper to the tray in his hand, and he suddenly felt a little puzzled, "This is?"

"Second young master lost his temper and refused to eat, so I accepted it." Yu Gongcui said lightly with one sentence, and changed the topic to another place, "I have seen your itinerary for today, and I will go to London in the morning Inspecting the property—I'm going to get the carriage ready."

Ser Joestar, however, coughed and stopped his movement with his hand.

"Well, this matter can be postponed for two days, there is nothing to worry about."

Yu Gongcui was stunned, and immediately found a blind spot: "... Is there any important business that is not in the plan? It is a holiday these days, maybe there are guests coming? I am so sorry, I did not receive any news before——"

Sir Joestar covered his chin with the morning newspaper rolled into a roll, with a strange and awkward expression, but upon closer inspection, there seemed to be a sense of emotion and joy.Just when Yu Gongcui couldn't understand this complex expression, Jazz shook his beard and took the initiative to explain.

"JOJO, well, this kid, JOJO, told me before going out this morning that he wanted to bring a friend to our house at noon—I heard that she is a very cute girl."

Suddenly, a vague and naive face flashed across my mind. While recalling the name "Elena", I also realized where the gratification on Old Mr. Qiao's face came from.

【My pig can finally push cabbage! ! ! 】

Jazz couldn't hold back his eagerness to meet his future daughter-in-law. As for property, if he wouldn't run away with long legs, of course he had to sit in the back row.

Yu Gongcui expressed her understanding of the emotional turmoil of the elders, and was just about to say that I would tell the kitchen to prepare some girls' favorite food, when suddenly a flash of inspiration came up, and another idea popped up.

"otherwise……"

He seemed to be a little hesitant, seeking the affirmation of others' unsure attitude, "This time the industry inspection, I will go for you?"

However, even this acting skill is superfluous.

Ser Joestar's eyes were empty, and he was smiling kindly at the corner of the desk with a rather dreamy expression. He probably saw the beautiful scene of his future grandchildren riding on his back and pulling their beards.Unable to pay attention to anyone else for a moment, he just waved his hand and said, "Be careful on the road!"

... ok.

Every time I try to play tricks on the Joes, I end up feeling like an idiot.

Yu Gongcui withdrew in a complicated mood, went to the kitchen first, gave a few simple instructions, ordered the servants to prepare the carriage, then went to the deacon's room, and found the oldest and most trusted old housekeeper of the Joestar family, tactfully He cordially invited him to accompany him on this trip to London.

For a 15-year-old boy, no matter how scheming he is, his appearance alone can't control the situation.And this old gentleman in formal attire with white beard and hair and smoking a pipe has made up for this defect very well. There must be a lot to learn from the rich life experience unique to the old man.

After getting the butler's consent, Yu Gongcui left the deacon's room and went back to the house to pack the things needed for the trip.Although the village where Joestar's house is located is not far from London, but it is seen from the eyes of modern people who are used to wide roads and subway cars. If the transportation is replaced by horse-drawn carriages, after a careful calculation, it is only the cost of travel on the road. There are only six or seven hours.

You can't hurry after dark. If you delay a little during the inspection process, you will have to postpone your return until tomorrow.

When passing by the kitchen, I bumped into a Dior that was looking for food without having breakfast.

The handsome young man with blond hair scattered on the nape of his neck looked like a prince who had just stepped out of a classical oil painting. His words and deeds were polite, and he exuded an irresistible charm.

His entire existence is so distinct that it almost creates a sense of oppression. Just standing there, the unconcealable pride emanating from his bones is enough to attract the eyes of everyone nearby, and people can't help but want to get closer. , Want to explore... The final result may be burned to nothingness.

The maid who was talking to him was already blushing as if she was about to burn, her head was drooping, her hands were rubbing the corners of her skirt uneasily, her eyes only dared to stare at her own toes.Yu Gongcui noticed the impatience gliding through the depths of those red eyes, and stepped forward in time to save the struggling maid from the scarlet illusion.

"Oh, isn't this how you can get up without being urged, Second Young Master?"

The teasing and intimacy in the words were just right, the maid laughed a couple of times, and stepped back voluntarily, leaving this place to the young master and the deacon.

And Dior's expression fluctuated when his shortcomings were suddenly exposed, just like a tragic elementary school student who tried to maintain a perfect personality in front of his relatives but was stabbed in the back by his parents. up the plastic smile.

"You still dare to talk to me! Do you want to apologize, and come here to put down your attitude and ask for peace? Ha, unless you kneel down and sincerely cry and beg me, otherwise Bendio will not—"

Yu Gongcui cast a strange look at the young man who was still in a dream and was not fully awake, cleared his throat, turned his head and yelled into the kitchen that was exuding a tempting sweet aroma.

"The second young master said that he has a toothache recently, so he doesn't have to serve the guests with snacks."

Amid the unanimous response of the maids, Dio's face finally turned completely dark.

Correspondingly, Yu Gongcui, who was reducing the dimensionality of the elementary school students, was satisfied, with a sincere and joking smile on his face.

Incompetent and furious Dio: "...you devil!!"

"Yeah, I was originally."

He moved a little closer, stretched out his hand to untie the crooked red ribbon around the other party's neck, brushed the open collarbone of the shirt and the hidden collarbone under it with his fingertips, and nimbly re-tied the tie, "You didn't do this kind of thing earlier. Just know?"

His voice was unhurried, deliberately lowered, and the ending seemed a little hoarse, like the white feathers of a swan or a cat's tail, gently scratching the listener's eardrums.

Due to the excessive invasion of his private domain, Dio's upper body was unnaturally tilted back, his shoulders were slightly opened, but after hearing the whisper, he groaned softly, pursed his lips and stood up straight again.

[Friendly reminder to the host, the target's trust value has increased a little!The current trust value is: 52 points! 】

After finally manipulating the ribbon to make it more eye-catching, Yu Gongcui withdrew her hand and sighed a little amusingly.

"You are... easily irritated and easy to please."

Dio squinted at him, probably aware of his own personality flaws, and didn't refute.

Yu Gongcui, who was delayed for a little time, had no intention of continuing the conversation, and estimated that the carriage was about to be ready, so she planned to bypass this standing roadblock and continue to return to the room.

Unexpectedly, just as he lifted his foot, he was stopped by a frowning young man, his tone couldn't be called gentle: "Where are you going?"

Seeing the face of the little trust value just now, Yu Gongcui slowed down and simply perfunctory him.

"Go to London. There are guests coming today, please remember to be polite—" even if it is pretending.

I thought I would get an impatient reply like "You don't need to teach Bendio about this kind of thing", but unexpectedly, after hearing a certain keyword, the other party's pupils shrank suddenly, and his body trembled unconsciously. His hands clenched into fists in an instant, and were forcibly stretched out unnaturally, hanging stiffly.

"you--"

The dark blood-red pupils stared at him closely, like a ferocious beast about to choose someone to devour, and it was about to reveal its original shape and swallow the intruder in one gulp.

However, in the next moment, the overexpressed true emotions were closed together with the temporarily revealed terrifying essence. Dio clenched his teeth tightly, as if trying to endure something, forcibly swallowed all the remaining questions, and then turned his back on Watching him, he fled away in a hurry.

...London?

Yu Gongcui stayed in place alone, thoughtful.

He remembered that before Dior came to Joe's house at the age of 12, he lived in a slum in London with his biological father, the old Mr. Joe's savior.

Is there anything there?