I rely on the bloody script to force BE

Seeing his weird expression, Qianliu from the Chanyuan understood that he had misunderstood something, maybe in the opposite direction - but he himself didn't really want to see her, so he was a little awkward.

It's not the time to say goodbye yet, let's let him go on with such misunderstandings for now, it's quite interesting to see young people suffer.

She couldn't help laughing.

Gojo Satoru looked sideways, still awkward.

Are you so happy?It's just a promise to get to know Qianliu of the Zen Academy.

Although he was secretly expecting that he would be taken to the banquet, Qianliu of the Chanyuan kept his word and did not mention it after he refused. Instead, he called Fu Heihui and asked him to be expelled from the cram school. called back.

Not long after, a few middle-aged men in suits also visited the monastery. Among them were two foreign faces wearing monocles and carrying leather suitcases.The box was opened, and inside were some delicate measuring and sewing utensils.

Fu Heihui was not surprised, he threw the shoulder bag on the sofa casually, and stretched out his arms to the tailor who surrounded him, looking like he had nothing to love but was used to it so he could barely live.

He held his head up and asked, "Is there another banquet?"

"Well, four days later, on Saturday night, Peng Gelie's year-end charity dinner."

"It's obvious that I only made a set of clothes last month. Although I am in the growing period, I haven't grown so fast."

Qianliu from the Chanyuan smiled and hugged her shoulders: "Xiaohui doesn't need to help me save money."

Fu Heihui was helpless: "No, it's really not a matter of saving money..."

After his biological mother passed away, he was thrown by his unreliable biological father to Qianliu of the Buddhist monastery. In his growth path, the other party was also the role of sister and mother.And compared to the ups and downs, Heisher is so perfect that she has no shortcomings...

Except for this kind of time.

"The style is not good, it's the old style from the Paris show in the fall of 17."

"No, the hem design is too earthy."

"The color is wrong, not young enough, lifeless."

She was picking and choosing from the suit style booklet handed over by the fashion designer, and raised her head and asked, "Xiaohui, which one do you like?"

Fu Heihui was extremely apprehensive, and swallowed his saliva. According to his experience, he must not be sloppy at this time.

Otherwise, she will keep changing her clothes and performing miracles Megumi will travel around Tokyo;

The chosen set can't run counter to her aesthetics, otherwise it will still miraculously benefit...

Fu Heihui: "I think number 762..."

"Let me have a look." Gojo Satoru leaned over and flipped through two pages casually, "Aren't these sets similar to each other?"

The other party undoubtedly expressed Fu Heihui's heartfelt feelings, but he dared not nod his head to admit it.

Qianliu from the Chanyuan: "It's obviously different."

"It's exactly the same. What's the difference between choosing a special set among these and choosing one of those messy lipstick numbers?"

"certainly……"

Seeing that there was a tendency to argue, Fu Heihui interrupted: "By the way, why didn't you let Wutiao-kun accompany you?"

Qianliu from the Chanyuan stated the reason: "Because Wujun is unwilling, so I can only ask Xiaohui."

"That's it..." Fu Heihui glanced at him, "Then I'll tell Teacher Yutian to adjust the evening class to the morning."

Wujo Wu was upset: "Tsk."

The mobile phone on the coffee table vibrated twice, Zenyuan Qianliu picked it up, his expression changed from impatient to be disturbed to a little happy, and he pressed to answer: "Hello, Bailan?"

This name is easily associated with women, and Gojo Satoru saw that Fu Heihui turned his head suddenly, his expression seemed to be alert.

"Okay, then I'll wrap up Haneda Airport, and spread the red carpet from the bridge to the exit. And then I'll ask the beauty pageant lady to call Mrs. Bailan on the side of the red carpet... You said that." Her expression was quite relaxed, "Come on just let me know."

Chanyuan Qianliu walked to the balcony with his mobile phone in hand, and took the sliding door with him, and the voice of the call was completely isolated.

Gojo Satoru asked, "Who is that? Why do you have such a heavy expression."

"A person who I always feel is very dangerous." Fu Heihui frowned, "But I have a very good relationship with Sister Qianliu..."

Bailan Jesso, on the surface, is the leader of a multinational consortium, a financial tycoon, young and promising, and one of the most influential investors in the global market.

His name often appears in the class cases of business schools in various countries, and some amazing operations have even been written into textbooks.

Apart from these glamorous labels, Bai Lan's closest identity to Fu Heihui is: a friend and collaborator of Qianliu of the Zen Academy.

He took good care of Fu Heihui very politely, and would send expensive gifts on birthdays and New Years——

It was all for Qianliu's face in the Zen Academy, and he never showed hostility in several occasional conversations, but Fu Heihui was still full of defenses against him.

This sense of defense is like an ordinary person who is suddenly thrown into an African safari park and encounters a sleeping lion. He does not know when it will wake up, so he is cautious.

Gojo Wu raised his eyebrows: "Is he a magician? Or a person with supernatural powers?"

"Not at all..." Fu Heihui said, "You may not believe it, but he is just an ordinary person, at least in front of me."

Gojo Satoru lacked interest, and briefly concluded: "So it's because Hui is too weak that he would be afraid of an ordinary person—do you want me to help you with special training?"

"I've said it before, so I don't want it." He resolutely refused.

They exchanged a few words, and Qianliu's phone call in the Chanyuan just ended, and she returned to the living room.

She seemed to be in a good mood, and she didn't even bother about Fu Heihui's dress choice anymore, and left it to him to make his own decision.

Gojo Satoru was a little inexplicable: "Is it so happy to answer a man's call?"

"...?" Fu Heihui glanced at him quietly, and said tactfully, "Mr. Bai Lan is a gentleman to ladies."

"I'm not a gentleman?"

Fu Heihui: "..."

Ah this...

Four days later, Peng Gelie's dinner party was held as scheduled, and Japanese political and business celebrities gathered in one place, chatting with each other, talking and laughing in a bright and beautiful manner.

Fu Heihui is also used to this kind of scene. His tenth birthday was extremely exaggerated, and he has become immune to all banquet occasions since then.Although he was unhappy, he was still able to deal with it very calmly.

Especially when Zenyuan Qianliu generously introduces him as his heir to others, the other party will always praise Fukuroe as the light of Japanese youth, and finally add that you and Qianliu really look alike.

Although he has the same cool-faced Yan family, his appearance is actually not similar to that of Zenyuan Qianliu, and the same is true for Fu Heisher.

Fu Heihui followed behind Qianliu of the Zen Academy, staring aimlessly in a daze.

When she looked at him, he opened his mouth to introduce himself to the guests who were talking, like a program that had already written a fixed code, repeating the cycle over and over again.

Chanyuan Qianliu is undoubtedly the jewel in the social arena, and some of the guests present heard that she would come, so they managed to get a place for admission.

She handles social affairs with ease, and with Fu Heihui behind her, she slowly walks towards the central figure surrounded by the crowd.

The godfather of the Italian Mafia, Tsunayoshi Sawada.

The man with brown hair and brown eyes has a gentle and handsome face, but his aura is awe-inspiring.

Zenyuan Qianliu signaled that he would communicate with Sawada Tsunayoshi alone for a while, and let Fukurohui go to socialize by himself, so he took some snacks, found a corner where he could see the two of them and stayed quietly, counting the time silently in his heart.

A familiar voice came from the outside of the curtain next to him: "Good evening, Hui."

Fu Heihui was puzzled: "?"

In an instant, Gojo Satoru in a haute couture suit was already standing beside him, holding a goblet in his hand, seamlessly blending into the venue leisurely.

"Why are you here?"

Gojo Satoru drank the red wine very elegantly: "Isn't this obvious? It's too boring, so I came to see you."

The high-end suits on his body obviously came from his own wardrobe ten years later. Since he was 17 years old, his bones have not changed much, only his muscles have grown-this makes the suit jacket look a little empty.

However, Gojo Wu has tall legs, long legs and handsome appearance. Relying on his figure and posture, he abruptly wore this ill-fitting dress with a romantic and uninhibited sense of design.

Fu Heihui had many doubts in his heart, about why he could appear here without being intercepted, and why he came over suddenly... The latter was solved when he saw the other party's gaze.

Gojo Satoru stared at Zenyuan Chiryu and Sawada Tsunayoshi who were leaning on the window sill and chatting through the crowd. He probably didn't know that his expression was bright and unhappy, as if he found out that the owner had been to a cat cafe domestic cat.

Fu Heihui: "..."

You obviously care about it, why did you refuse a few days ago?Can't figure it out.

……

"Gun-jun, has such a malfunction occurred before?"

"Well, don't worry, I have ordered the technical department to fix it as soon as possible."

"How long will it take?"

"It won't be long, and I will definitely give you the result within two months."

"That's it..." Qianliu of the Chanyuan took a sip of his wine and murmured, "There are still two months left. Enlightenment is coming back."

After a maximum of two months, the suspended divorce proceedings are also supposed to continue.

Time played a joke on her, changing the death sentence to a reprieve, but the result remained the same.

Qianliu of the Chanyuan has always been a person with a sense of ritual, and she needs such a piece of divorce certificate to completely let her let go of the love that has lasted half her life.

……

From Gojo Satoru's perspective, the expressions of the two when they communicated are very clear.

The crescent-like collarbone of the Buddhist temple is shining with brilliance, the white skin on the neck is dazzling, and the eyebrows and eyes are a little gloomy.

Her moist red lips opened and closed as she asked the man in a suit and leather shoes beside her.

Gojo Satoru has never learned lip language, but with his meticulous observation and associative ability, he can recognize some words from the mouth shapes: ten years bazooka, Wu, malfunction...

It's about asking him something.This realization made him feel much better.

The faces of the two of them were half shrouded in the night, and Qianliu of the Zen Academy was also immersed in his own thoughts, with an imperceptible sadness on his face.Therefore, he did not pay attention to Sawada Tsunayoshi's expression and reaction.

But Wujo Satoru saw it clearly.

This Qingjun mafia godfather probably isn't very good at deceiving people, or it's possible that he is especially prone to showing his flaws in front of those close to him.

Minor movements and expressions, wandering eyes, the corner of the right mouth is pursed down many times, and the Adam's apple is slightly rolling—it is a manifestation of guilty conscience.

Tsunayoshi Sawada is lying.