Only 100 days left in life

on the plane.

Walking into the interior of this private jet with the hanging ladder, Shiratori Mariko actually had a feeling that she should hurry up and escape.

Zhong Yuan, who is quite familiar with it, took the lead and walked in, and he didn't seem to think there was anything wrong.

He led the two of them through the hatch, all the way in, and finally stopped at the door of one of them, and opened the door.

The interior of the large cabin is covered with thick cushions, sofas, and leather chairs, all of which reveal that low-key luxury.

Shiratori Mariko pursed her lips, and took a step back indistinctly.It was a price she couldn't afford.

Nakahara didn't notice Shiratori Mariko's small movements, but Fuheisher beside him burst out laughing.

Shiratori Mariko squeezed out the phrase "horse race ticket" from between her teeth, and the people around her immediately fell silent.

The two walked in and sat on the sofa.

Sitting comfortably on the sofa, Zhongyuan Zhong also looked at his watch, "It's about to take off, it will take about two hours to arrive, what do you want to drink?"

"Wine," said Voheshel.

Zhong Yuanzhong also nodded.

He looked at Mariko Shiratori, "Juice? Wine?"

"Is there -- mineral water?" Shiratori Mariko paused, and said with difficulty, "Just give me mineral water."

In this way, even if it gets messed up, it doesn't matter.

Nakahara Chuya: "Okay."

He turned a little funny and took a bottle of mineral water from the freezer, and placed it firmly in front of Shiratori Mariko. He opened a bottle of wine, poured a glass for Fuheshier who was sitting down, and gave it to him. Poured himself a glass.

After scanning the interior of this cabin, Fuheshier clicked his tongue.

He stared at Chuya Zhongyuan who was pouring wine, and said leisurely, "What a pity."

Zhong Yuanzhong obviously didn't realize what he was saying.

He hesitated and said, "I still have a lot of this kind of wine, don't worry about it?"

"Why are you a man?" Fuheshier said slowly, and glanced at Shiratori Mariko again.

He sighed with great regret, "If it's a woman, tsk."

Central Plains Chuya:? ? ?

"No," he resolutely refused, and said a little unhappily, "don't even think about it, bastard."

He must be underestimated, this guy Fuheshier is really as tough as his force.

But this time, Shiratori Mariko understood exactly what he wanted to express.

Facing Fu Heisher, who expressed her disgust subtly, she locked the screen of her mobile phone, raised her head angrily and said, "I'm really sorry, I have wronged you."

Mariko Shiratori tried hard to recall, this is the first time Fu Heisher despised her for being poor?

There have been countless times since he came.

Fu Heisher hummed flatly.

"It's good that you know," he said as a matter of course, and then, facing Shiratori Mariko's helpless "Hello", he glanced at Nakahara Nakaya a few more times.

Fuhesher shook his head without hesitation.

At the same time, he said slowly to Shiratori Mariko, "No, maybe you still have a chance"

Taking a sip of the red wine, Nakahara, who was enjoying the slightly drunken atmosphere, subconsciously glanced at Mariko Shiratori, "What's wrong? What do you mean?"

He said a little annoyed, the roots of his ears turned red, "Don't make fun of this kind of thing, Mr. Fuhei."

"No, please stop talking," Shiratori Mariko also made a pause gesture to Fuheshier, "I don't want to know what chance I have."

She explained to Nakahara Nakaya in embarrassment, "Please, Mr. Nakaya, please forget this part first."

Zhong Yuanzhong also nodded unnaturally.

"Let's talk about something else." He opened the drawer on the other side, picked up a few snacks added by his subordinates and threw them to Shiratori Mariko and Fuheshier, and took out another deck of cards, "Can play ?"

Shiratori Mariko silently shook her head.

"No," she said, "never played."

Zhong Yuanzhong also raised his eyebrows in surprise, and just about to say something, the phone beeped twice.

He glanced down and stood up, "Sorry, I have something to do at the moment, I'll go to the back. You can do whatever you want, don't be restrained."

His windbreaker drew a beautiful arc and walked to the other side.

"It's very big here, you can rest here now, just ring the bell if you need anything."

Shiratori Mariko nodded obediently.

When Zhongye Zhongye was out of sight, she raised her leg and kicked Fu Heisher next to her, signaling him to stop saying such nonsense.

But what Shiratori Mariko didn't expect was that it was like kicking on a wall, the wall didn't move, and her foot hurt.

Fuheshier sat on his seat as firmly as Mount Tai, but Mariko Shiratori lost her balance instantly because of this kick, and fell down obliquely.

It was Fu Heisher who grabbed her from her seat with a little disgust.

"Trouble," he said with a sneer, very bluntly.

Shiratori Mariko gritted her teeth secretly.

The phone she had left on her lap lit up again at the right moment, and the top bar was impressively Gojo Satoru's comment on the photo she had just taken.

[Five Articles]: Oh, it’s okay.I have pretty much the same at home.

Before Shiratori Mariko clicked on the message to reply him, the second message jumped out.

[Five Articles]: Didn't expect you to like this kind of wine?In terms of wine, I have a lot at home, do you want to find a time to drink?

[Five Articles]: [Picture] [Picture], how about it, isn't it good?Are you excited?

Mariko Shiratori clicked on the loading picture and saw that the wine cellar was full of bottled and barreled wines that she couldn’t name but were very expensive at first glance. It was packed in an expensive oak barrel, maybe a glass of it was a price she couldn't afford to drink for a month.

She decided to hate Fu for a second, damn it.How can I forget that this guy is also a rich man.

Probably in the world, only oneself is the poorest.

Shiratori Mariko sighed, and numbly crossed the next picture, almost throwing the phone out of the surprise of that wonderful photo.

In this selfie, Gojo Satoru is wearing a white shirt and pure black suit pants with restraint and restraint, sitting on a chair with a glass of red wine, and smiling slightly towards the camera.

I don't know who took the photo for him, but he just took a photo of Gojo Satoru, who was originally 1.9 meters long, with legs that look [-] meters long. His whole body exudes the temperament of "come and praise me", which makes Shiratori Mariko felt the full cabinet of wine bottles behind him dim.

Mariko Shiratori slowed down before calling out the keyboard to send a message to Gojo Satoru.

She deliberately circled the bottle of mineral water on the edge.

[Shiratori]: I don't like drinking, I drink mineral water.

[White Bird]: Thank you, I will tell Fuheshier that you have a lot of good wine at home.

Too lazy to read Gojo Satoru's follow-up reply, Shiratori Mariko stuffed the phone back into her pocket.

She raised her head, intending to see what Fu Heisher was doing, only to find that Fu Heisher turned on the TV in the cabin.

Fuheshier, who didn't know when he touched the remote control, sat in the middle of the sofa on the other side, holding a pack of snacks in his arms, watching the horse race while eating.

He was really focused and seemed to relish the game without getting tired of it.

Shiratori Mariko covered her forehead, "Do you really like watching horse racing so much?"

It doesn't matter if you keep watching at home, you have to watch it even when you come out.Has it reached this level?

"Huh?" Fu Heisher leaned lazily on the sofa, "No."

He replied without moving his eyes, "It's just getting used to it. Nothing interesting."

Just used to it?

Mariko Shiratori responded blankly, and changed the topic in a little panic, "Gojo Satoru said that he also has a lot of red wine at home, and he also has a private jet."

She said curiously, "According to reason, he also meets the standard of super rich, why don't you say, um, that kind of thing to him?"

Asked this, Fu Heisher clicked his tongue.

He turned off the TV, turned around, and looked at Shiratori Mariko, "Do you want to listen to the truth or lies?"

Shiratori Mariko tilted her head in doubt, her brown hair fell from her shoulders, reflecting the sun behind her, shining brightly.

"Tell the truth," she said firmly.

"Because he's a man," Fuheshi said uninterestedly, "and he's a magician. I hate magicians."

He added, "And he's annoying."

Shiratori Mariko nodded, silently comparing the characters of Nakahara Chuya and Gojo Satoru.

It's not a good thing to say, but just like Osamu Dazai said, Mr. Nakaya is a rare honest person.

"What about lies?" she asked casually.

"False?" Fu Heisher laughed viciously.

He reached out and touched the scar at the corner of his mouth, and the face that was enough to rely on his face suddenly became a bit evil, "Do you really want to know?"

Shiratori Mariko silently shook her head, and moved back.