When the blind date is 5t5

Taking off his clothes and changing back to yesterday's kimono, I immediately felt an illusion of being born again.

I can't afford boyfriend shirts, and what's more, I'm not in a relationship with him yet!

"How much is this shirt?" I stood in front of Gojo Gojo, raised my chin and asked, "I'll turn to you."

He rested one hand on the sofa cushion, crossed his legs, and sat in a sloppy sitting posture, completely out of shape.

"No need," he said.

As soon as I heard it, I selectively skipped his answer.

After a little thought, I dug out the tag at the back of the shirt, searched for it, and quickly found the price.

The latest LouisVuitton, worth 26.

It's not expensive, I thought so, and turned it over to him casually.

I should have saved many, many people over the years. Even though most of my memory is blank, the ever-increasing numbers in the bank card are enough to prove it.

The screen of the phone that Gojo Satoru threw on the coffee table lit up, and I picked it up when I saw it.Out of the corner of my eye, I glanced at the screen inadvertently, and there was another message popping up besides me.

[Mingming: I have helped you find your target. ]

I looked away indifferently, said "Remember to collect the money", and threw it in his direction.

The phone drew a beautiful arc in the air, and Gojo Satoru raised his hand.Even though he was wearing a black blindfold, he still caught it accurately.

Immediately afterwards, there was the sound of the transfer being returned.

I looked at him puzzled and asked, "Why didn't you accept it?"

"It's just an ordinary shirt," he said, with a look of indifference on his face. "There are plenty of cloakrooms. If you want to wear one, it doesn't matter if you throw one away."

Very well, I was successfully shocked by his rich and prodigal attitude.

No matter how rich you are, you can't stand such a waste.

I gradually fell into deep thought.

Forget it, let's buy him another one in private and stuff it back.

After secretly making a decision, I looked down at the time on my phone, and it was almost time to go out.

Before leaving, Gojo Satoru stopped in front of me.

He silently took out a small black velvet box from his pocket and opened it.

Inside the box lay a diamond ring quietly.

The body of the ring is made of platinum, with simple and elegant lines, and his name is only engraved on the inner ring where the fingers fit.In the middle of the ring is a round brilliant diamond that shines like a star, elegant and understated. *

I stared at it blankly, as if I had a deer in my heart, and it was bumping around excitedly, without any rules.

Gojo Satoru's deep and magnetic voice was next to his ears.

As he said, he put the ring on for me with his own hands, "I will wear it temporarily, and I will change it for next year's wedding."

Yes, we have set the wedding date for next fall.

This is the time I discussed with him before we got married.

Originally, my proposal was not to hold a wedding, just fill out an application form, but Gojo Satoru resolutely refuted it.

Against his slightly threatening gaze, I retreated to the next best thing, and turned to another point.

The wedding must be a pre-God wedding!

Compared with a western-style wedding dress, I hope that I can wear a white dress that implies death and rebirth in this most important and possibly only wedding in my life.

Gojo Satoru just gave me a deep look, then nodded in agreement.

——*——*——

I don't know if it's because of the weekend, but compared with Kyoto, the streets of Tokyo are much more crowded.

People come and go, and there is a lot of traffic.

Gojo Satoru held me tightly, like a mother chicken pulling a chick that just entered the city, and dragged me directly into the furniture city.

As soon as you step into it, you will be greeted by a wave of warm air that stretches your pores.

"Aren't we husband and wife?" Gojo Satoru stopped at the door, lowered his head, and there was an inexplicable sense of pathetic déjà vu in his voice, "What's wrong with sleeping in the same bed?"

I looked at him speechlessly, and couldn't help but curse in my heart.

Obviously it was all agreed at home, but this trouble started again at the door of the store.

This guy has changed too much!

But Gojo Satoru didn't seem to notice my dislike for him, he pressed his thin lips to my ear, and continued to ask: "Is it uncomfortable for you to sleep with me?"

The words are full of ambiguity.

I was almost laughed at by his brazenness, rolled my eyes at him regardless of etiquette, and replied word by word: "It's not uncomfortable at all."

Hearing this, he immediately drooped his head, like a big cat, and his whole body exuded a smug aura.

Seeing this scene, I did not soften my heart, and my tone was completely ruthless, "We will separate the beds tonight, there is no need to discuss."

To outsiders, they may think that I have reached a certain level of scum.

After finishing speaking, I dragged the 1.9-meter-tall silver-haired big cat into the first store.

Immediately, a shopping guide lady in black and white formal attire greeted her.

I looked around with my eyes, and asked her straight to the point: "I want a single bed, the price doesn't matter, the only requirement is that it can be installed today."

Gojo Satoru put his hand on my shoulder and tried to interject gently: "It's okay if I can't install it today, anyway..."

However, before I finished this sentence, I was met with a fierce stare.

"When I didn't speak," he curled his lips and added very wittily, "everything is up to you."

The shopping guide lady stood aside with a smile. After seeing that our topic was over, she slowly led us to the area where the samples were placed.

I looked at the rows and rows of beds, and started to have difficulty choosing.

Aren't they just different sheets, what's the difference?

As I listened to her introduction, my eyes were full of bewilderment.

Gojo Satoru acted as if he wanted to buy it, and occasionally stretched out his hand to pat the mattress, then tugged at me and said, "This one is good, it's very soft."

Immediately afterwards, he seemed to have thought of something again, a slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and then his eyes fell on me fieryly, and he said with unclear meaning: "It shouldn't hurt to kneel on it."

As soon as this sentence came out, I blushed on the spot, stood on tiptoe, and covered his mouth unceremoniously.

"Shut up." I snarled at him fiercely.

Through that pair of sunglasses, I can even guess that his eyes must be full of jokes.

Gojo Satoru easily tore off my hand and squeezed it, then squeezed it into his palm.

He took out the credit card from his pocket and handed it to the shopping guide, with an uncompromising tone, "That's all."

I raised my head on the spot and said dissatisfied, "Hey, is it me or you who bought the bed?"

"Anyway, it will be placed in our house in the end." Gojo Satoru pressed my head and said calmly, "What's the difference between you and me?"

For a while, I had nothing to refute.

Finally, watching the shopping guide finish swiping the money, he smiled and handed us a shopping card.

Before I walked out of this store, a premonition appeared in my mind for no reason.

In the not-too-distant future, the bed I bought today will definitely turn into a big hole, waiting for me to jump into it, but I can't avoid it and can't escape it.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help crying for myself.

Just when I was in a daze, a youthful voice suddenly came from behind me.

"Teacher Wutiao," he paused, and greeted with surprise, "Huh??? Teacher, are you dating?!"

Hearing this, I suddenly came back to my senses, and the first thought that came to my mind was to quickly find a place to hide.

Currently, I have no plans to make an open marriage.

If the diva Miwa and the others knew that I was married to Gojo Satoru, they would definitely rush to the door and torture me for interrogation.

After making up this picture in my mind, I couldn't help shrugging my shoulders and looking at the man next to me with pleading eyes.

Gojo Satoru ignored my gaze, grabbed my shoulders, turned around, and waved at the three conjuration students in casual clothes with a bright smile, "It's Youruto."

Don't ask me why I guess they are students, a little brainstorming will figure it out.

There is no one who can call Gojo Satoru as a teacher, except the students of the Conjuration College.

After my face was completely exposed, I saw the boy named Yuren suddenly opened his eyes wide, staring at me with a little surprise, "Teacher Asuka."

and many more? ? ?

do i know him

Why is he looking at me with such grateful eyes?

I secretly recalled it for a while, and after getting no results, I buried this doubt deep in my heart, and turned to slightly nod towards him reservedly.

His eyes fell silently, and then fell on the intimate gesture of Gojo Satoru and I.

"Teacher Wutiao, are you dating Teacher Asuka?" He asked cautiously.

At the same time, there were a black-haired boy and a short-haired girl standing aside, with the same ambiguous smiles on their faces.

"Stupid Youren," the girl patted his shoulder carelessly, raising her eyebrows to imply, "Look at the five fingers of the teacher. Don't you understand the same diamond ring?"

"Ms. Wujo is married? Or with Asuka-sensei!!! Why have I never heard of it before?" Yuren was even more surprised, turned to look at his companion and asked, "Hui, do you know?"

The black-haired boy shook his head, but didn't make a sound.

Facing the ridicule from the students, Gojo Satoru didn't show any embarrassment. He opened his mouth and introduced me to them: "Gojo Asuka, my wife."

"And, starting from next week, she will also be a specially-appointed teacher of the college."

Hisen applauded appreciatively, with a childish smile on his face, "Congratulations to the teachers on their marriage."

Facing his sincere blessing, I felt a little shy for no reason, and my earlobes started to feel hot.

Driven by a hidden thought, I opened my mouth and suggested in a gentle voice, "Will you come to my house for dinner tonight?"