My breeder is the strongest

The green cypress outside the window is covered with white morning frost, and the orange fire shines through the window of the porcelain white stove.

The cat-head cotton quilt printed in powder blue was bulging into a big bag, and expensive shirts, trousers and sweatshirts were piled up at the four corners, and traces of being roughly taken off could still be vaguely seen.

A broad palm protruded from the bulging quilt, and the moment it touched the cold air, a white head arched out of the quilt.

Gojo Gojo hissed, drooping his eyelids, and quickly added no lower limit to himself and the air-tight quilt.

Under the lifted quilt, there was another white head curled up.

Wujo, who had lost his heat source, closed his eyes for a long time, and instinctively used every part of his body to rub against the naked body in front of him.

Young Master Wutiao who wakes up in the morning is a little bit like that: "..."

He lowered his head, bit the tip of the cat's ear with mischief, and felt the same tremor of Gojojiu with satisfaction.

The white-haired teenager with a curly tail in self-protection, whimpered pitifully, subconsciously rubbed his eyes with his hands, it turned red, and when he half-opened his eyes, there was water vapor in his eyes, as if he had just cried.

Wutiaowu: "..."

...Damn it.

I also saw this scene last night in bed.

And then they are sleeping till now.

The self-inflicted young master Wutiao took a deep breath, he endured...tolerate a fart.

There is no word of patience in the strongest dictionary.

Gojo Gojo let go of the tips of his ears, spat out two cat hairs, grabbed his hand, and narrowed his eyes.

"Long time, put out the fire."

As a result, it made people cry again early in the morning.

Master Wutiao hummed a ditty, and walked into the bathroom with the kitten wrapped in a quilt. The wrapped white head was wet under the eyes, and there were still a little teardrops hanging on the long white eyelashes.

Gojo Satoru lowered his head and kissed his eyelids.

"Good morning."

Wujojiu puffed up his face, said angrily and softly, "Wu...good morning."

Breakfast was bread baked on the stove sandwiched with mashed tuna. Gojo Satoru added a little oil and fried a bland poached egg.

The aroma of wheat permeated the air, and Wujou lay on the table for a long time, dozing off with his eyelids fighting.

Xia Youjie closed his laptop, rubbed his head, and turned his head to frown at Gojo Wu.

"Can you restrain yourself?"

Wujo Wujo asked unexpectedly, "How do you know this?"

Xia Youjie held his forehead, "Neck... Are you a dog?"

Master Wutiao took a look, and it was true.

It seems that this time I'm really tired, and I can't even use the reversal technique.

Gojo Satoru poked his head out of the kitchen with a little bit of guilt that hardly existed, "Jiu, one-sided or two-sided?"

The kitten lay on the table with his back to him, weakly pushing out two fingers.

Gojo Satoru: "Two-faced?"

Gojojiu puffed up his cheeks, "Two!"

The end of the year is the holiday time for ordinary middle schools, but magicians don't have that kind of leisure.

A year ago, the group of curse masters incorporated under the name of Panxingjiao, etc., all the troubles above were left to them to deal with. It is a pity to waste this kind of manpower, so that Xia Youjie has not lived like a high school teacher for the past two years , like a ringleader.

The kind where a bunch of reform-through-labor prisoners follow with a wave of their hands.

"Wow, it's so cold, I told them to pretend to warm the floor, what a sting." Gojo Satoru pushed half a plate full of poached tuna sandwiches to Gojoku, skillfully stroking the cat's ears.

"The school's wiring is not good, and all the wiring needs to be replaced." Xia Youjie rubbed his brows, "If you think it's cold, go back to the villa."

"How can I do that?" Young Master Wutiao complained confidently, "It's too hot in the room, and I didn't put it on my body after sleeping for a long time."

Xia Youjie: "..."

Tired, destroy it.

Who will hurry up and take this guy away.

However, things didn’t go as planned, Gojo Gojo not only didn’t leave, but sat down opposite him, looking at him flatteringly with a pair of bright blue eyes—since the cat cub returned to normal, Gojo Young Master doesn’t need to wear sunglasses anymore, and wears it every day. Zhang Huanlian wandered around.

He blinked PikaPika.

"Jay~~~"

Xia Youjie: "... If you have something to say, if you call me like this for one more second, your head will be smashed."

"Oh, why are you so angry." Young Master Wutiao looked innocent, "Simply put——"

"I'm going on vacation."

Xia Youjie: "No."

Gojo Satoru immediately changed his countenance, "Tsk, didn't you let me have something to say?"

Xia Youjie said calmly, "I asked you to talk about something, but I didn't say it. I will definitely agree."

Master Wutiao exaggerated, "Why don't you agree! I haven't had a holiday for a year!"

A cross appeared above Xia Youjie's head, "You're talking like someone had a holiday! There are a lot of things to do at the end of the year, no way!"

Gojo Satoru slightly: "Stingy! Small eyes! Weird bangs!"

Xia Youjie clenched his fists: "So what if the bangs are weird, aren't they more popular than you—a pervert! Stalker! Fuck the cat!"

"Who is the chicken breaking the cat!? You are the one, the little-eyed penguin with strange bangs!!"

"Huh? Wu, do you want to fight—"

Two big men in their late thirties suddenly rolled up their sleeves and slapped the table to quarrel, frightening the kitten next to him for a moment, and the sandwiches he was holding fell from his mouth to the plate.

There was a bang, the two of them paused, and turned their gazes to the place where the sound came from.

Gojojiu picked up the sandwich carefully, and obediently changed to a sitting posture, clasped his hands together, kept his eyes straight, and said in a low voice.

"I...I started..."

Xia Youjie: "..."

Wutiaowu: "..."

The two looked at each other.

Xia Youjie: "A truce."

Gojo Satoru: "Agreed."

Wujo Wujo sat back on his seat full of anger, his body sank, Wujojiu sat on his lap with a plate in his hand, raised his head and fed a sandwich to his mouth.

Young master Wutiao opened his mouth vaguely, swallowed in twos and threes, and the tip of his tongue licked the pussy's thin and soft fingers.

He circled the man in his arms with his arms, and rubbed his face against his ears, until all five of them groaned and hid back.

"...Speaking of which." Xia Youjie wondered, "What are you doing all of a sudden on vacation?"

Gojo Satoru snorted, "Secret."

"You just said it's okay?"

Xia Youjie sighed, "If I say no, you won't let it go?"

Wujo Wu raised his eyebrows: "Of course that's impossible."

Xia Youjie: "..."

What the hell are you asking me for? ?

The author has something to say: Xia Youjie (his fist hardened): Today is also the day I want to hit someone