The strongest white-haired favorite best friend

Xia Youjie's parents were waiting for an answer about what gift his son gave Wujo Wu.

"Uh, it's a special handmade lollipop." Of course, Xia Youjie couldn't say that what he gave was actually the core of the curse spirit.

Xia Youjie's mother almost fainted when she heard it was a lollipop.

"The visiting gift given to the thousand-year-old family turned out to be a lollipop...Help me, my husband."

Xia Youjie was not happy. He had been working on this lollipop for nearly a month, and he was looking for a sweet mantra everywhere, and it was wrapped in syrup. He was already very sincere.

But facing the shocked look of his parents, Xia Youjie shut up.The more explanations the more troublesome.

"No, this is too rude!" Xia You's mother pushed her husband away and got up angrily, "This seems to be too rude of our family."

I said two faux pas in a row, which shows how angry my mother is.

"I'm exaggerating, mom, he doesn't care, and we are not of a noble family." Xia Youjie saw it badly, and planned to slip away quickly. "I'm going back to sleep."

The focus of the husband and wife is to discuss how to make up for Xia Youjie's faux pas. As for Xia Youjie himself, they don't pay attention.

Xia Youjie went upstairs and opened the door to come in. Gojo Wu sat at his desk, writing impatiently.

"Ah, I'm so irritated! I won't write anymore." The eldest young master immediately raised his things and went on strike.

He went downstairs in less than 10 minutes, right?

Now there are some greeting cards scattered on the table on the ground, and the carbon pen has been thrown to nowhere.

The small Wujo Satoru room has been initially formed.

Wujo Satoru stepped on the edge of the table and leaned back vigorously, his eyebrows were already tangled together.

If you look patiently, it is in a state of negative infinity.

Xia Youjie walked over and forced Wujo Wu to sit down, and gathered the things on the table.

It seemed that the Eldest Young Master not only caught a few dried fishes when he returned before going out, but also brought some of his "responsibilities".

At least he still took on some of the duties of the Patriarch.

"It's not much anyway, let's talk after signing." Xia Youjie gave Wutiao Wu a new pen.

"Jie, write for me." Gojo Wu looked at Xia Youjie with sparkling eyes.

If only Jay could help.

"Be honest, finish writing early and rest early." Xia Youjie didn't look at Gojo Wu at all.

He was laying his bed for tonight.

Eldest young master doesn't plan to go home today, nor is he going back to college, so he can only wrong himself.

There is obviously a guest room next to it.

"Then I won't write it." Gojo Satoru planned to avoid work.

Xia Youjie pressed Wujou, "At least complete the minimum responsibilities of the young master. Zhuzhu, you will supervise the young master. If you can't finish writing, you will be arrested, and you are not allowed to use unlimited spells."

Pearl understood the master's arrangement, and it became a supervisor condescendingly.

As soon as Gojo Satoru stopped writing, Pearl's small fangs would be exposed.

"You are a cat, not a curse spirit, why do you listen to Xia Youjie?" Gojo Satoru complained while writing a greeting card.

Xia Youjie stood behind and watched, the handwriting of the young master became more and more scribbled.

From the neat Ming Dynasty style at the beginning to the end, I can no longer understand what Wujo Satoru is writing. (Ming Dynasty style, similar to handwritten Song style characters)

That's it, he did his best.

"Ah, it's over!" Wujo Wuteng stood up and rubbed the pearl vigorously.

Jumped away before Pearl scratched him, "Hahaha, I can't catch it."

Pearl arched her back, and the nails on her paws were already sticking out.

Xia Youjie hurriedly pulled away the one person and one cat who were about to fight, "It's getting late, go to bed quickly. I didn't go to bed until after 12 o'clock last night. Wu, aren't you sleepy?"

Only then did the young master let Xia Youjie and Pearl go to rest.

But in the middle of the night, Gojo Satoru had another convulsion. "Jie, I can't sleep in another place."

"Close your eyes and fall asleep." Xia Youjie turned his back to Gojo Wu.

The bed where the young master slept, and the floor where he slept.

The floor is so hard, I really want to drive Gojo Satoru off.

"There are voices downstairs, aren't your parents asleep?" Gojo Satoru heard voices talking downstairs all the time.

"Don't pay attention to them. Sometimes they have to have meetings with foreign countries, and the rest time is not fixed." Xia Youjie explained with his eyes closed.

He was so sleepy that his soul was separated from his penis.

"Jay, let's play pillow throwing together."

Xia Youjie pretended not to hear.

"Jie, this is the first time I sleep in such a small room. There is still light outside the window, and the two families are so close to each other. Has your neighbor Gang Ji not slept yet? There were two strange children in his room just now, one One in a milk suit, one in a black jazz cap. Is that their pajamas?"

It was the first time to sleep in someone else's house, Gojo Satoru was very excited.This is a different experience, and it feels different from college or home.

"Jie, let's go buy this kind of pajamas one day, it looks fun. Think about it, I want a kangaroo, with a pocket in the front for snacks. Jie, what do you want?"

Xia Youjie is in pain here.

He felt that he was divided into two halves, one half had stepped into the infinite void, and the other half was tortured by Gojo Gojo's irritability.

Between heaven and hell, Xia Youjie is somewhat divided.

Gojo Satoru was still talking, Xia Youjie suddenly jumped up, didn't he just want to play a pillow game?

He planned to smother Gojo Satoru with a pillow!