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The next afternoon, when Bailan Jesso came to visit, Gojo Satoru was pulling Fu Heihui to play "Biochemical O-machine 7" with him.

The blackout curtains were drawn tightly, and eerie sound effects enveloped the dark space.

The white-haired guest's eerie "Good afternoon, Hui Jun——" perfectly blended into the atmosphere, as if an NPC had stepped out of the game.

Gojo Satoru: "It's Jack Baker!"

"This is Mr. Bailan? Jesso, sister Qianliu's friend." Fu Heihui twitched the corner of his mouth, "Hurry up and turn off the game."

He turned on the light in the living room, put the handle back on the TV cabinet, opened the curtains, and poured tea for the guests.

And Bai Lan, as if she had returned to her own home, put on her slippers and sat on the sofa, saying very freely, "Is Qianliu free now?"

Taking another sip of water, he looked at Wujo Wu who was still playing: "Gojo-kun, long time no see."

Gojo Satoru distractedly gave him a look, and casually replied yes. With just such a shallow glance, an ominous premonition suddenly rose in his heart.

And his senses were always effective, so he paused the game vigilantly, and looked up and down at the squinting and smiling guest.

Bai Lan has snow-white hair similar to him, her pupils are light and quiet violet, and there is an upside-down triangle tattoo under her left eye.

Even so, it did not destroy the appearance, but added a touch of uniqueness.Young and handsome, not too old.

But when this person folded his fingers and looked at someone with a smile, there seemed to be a dangerous undercurrent hidden under the calm appearance, which made people have to be on guard.

"I'll go up and call Sister Qianliu." Fu Heihui said.

There were only the two of them left in the living room.

Bai Lan's body language was very relaxed. He took a cranberry biscuit that was too sweet and chewed it gracefully.

Except for a few seconds of staring at each other, he didn't look at Gojo Satoru again.However, the tone spoke the truth very easily: "You are not Wujo-kun, how does it feel to be here?"

Gojo Satoru was noncommittal, and fell back on the sofa, provocatively: "Am I familiar with you?"

"Quite familiar." Bai Lan admitted shamelessly, "I'm with another Wutiao-kun."

Even Wujo Satoru, who had only known him for a few minutes, would not believe this kind of nonsense.The first time I saw Bai Lan, my brain clamored for disharmony, wanting to teach this hippie smiling person a lesson.

"Really..." Wujo Wupi smiled but didn't smile.

Fortunately, Qianliu from the Buddhist temple appeared in time, alleviating the subtle atmosphere of the undercurrent.She greeted Prynne familiarly, and the latter called her Darling very frivolously, which made Gojo Satoru's fingers gripping the transparent glass a little tighter.

"Sorry, Gojo-kun, you won't be angry, right?" Bai Lan seemed to care about him, "I received an American education, and I have a good relationship with Nagi-chan, so I'm used to shouting like that."

What is Nagi sauce?Isn't it nagare?

Gojo Satoru ignored his strange provocation, and glanced at him expressionlessly, but his blue pupils were cold.

"Wow, no matter which Gojo-kun it is, it's scary." He squinted his eyes and smiled, but there was no sign of fear, "Nagi-chan, can I really leave your house safely?"

"Did you see it?" Qianliu from the Chanyuan looked unsurprised, and said slowly, "Come to the balcony to chat. Don't make bad ideas about him."

The defensive meaning in the tone made Gojo Satoru slightly relieved, and he picked up the controller to continue the game, but his attention was devoted to the two people who were separated by the door.

Bai Lan's palm lightly caressed Zen Yuan Qianliu's back, it was very natural... The attack button was about to be rubbed into fire by the rapid combo.

Then Zenyuan Qianliu shifted half of his body indistinctly by changing his posture during the conversation, out of the range of his natural arm span.

Although the outsiders seemed to be having a good time, they exchanged limited useful information, pushing and pulling each other with useless and decent nonsense.

The last person who communicated with her in this way was Osamu Dazai, and Qianliu from the Chanyuan would like to introduce these two crouching dragons and phoenixes to acquaintance.But for the sake of my own blood pressure, this idea only stays at the thought stage.

After a while, Bai Lan finally got to the point. He just asked her to use her abilities to help steal Mare's ring—ever since they met, he never stopped thinking about it.

Bailan Jesso, now a world-class financial tycoon, used to be a terrorist determined to destroy the world.

After the Vengley family defeated him, they deprived him of the Marley Ring. Since then, Prynne lost the capital to wreak havoc, and became a capitalist honestly, exploiting the world in another way.

After the other party hinted about her ring again, Zenyuan Qianliu skillfully changed the subject and talked about the prospect of the virtual currency market.

This was a rejection both of them knew, but Bai Lan didn't follow her topic like before.

He turned sideways, with his arms leaning against the railing, one hand resting on his chin, and he yelled sweetly, "Nagi sauce."

The breeze disturbed the snow-white hair, his pupils were like amethysts, and his tone was flirtatious.

"You may not believe it, but I want to take back Mare's ring not just for myself?"

"...?" Chanyuan Qianliu wanted to be tactful, but couldn't help it, "I really don't believe it."

Bai Lan narrowed her eyes and smiled, saying that there was nothing to talk about at this point.He said that he still had something to do, and Qianliu from the Chanyuan sent him to the entrance, saying goodbye.

Before leaving, Bai Lan gave her a close kiss: "Darling, I look forward to seeing you next time."

Even though he knew clearly that it was just cheeks touching each other, Gojo Satoru still couldn't control the force and almost crushed the handle.After confirming that Bai Lan had left, he stood aggressively in front of Qianliu from the Chanyuan.

The tone seemed to catch the cheating wife: "Who the hell is he? How long have we known you? Is every Darling disgusting?"

Qianliu of the Zen Academy sorted out the things in the entrance as usual, and replied, "It's been about 13 years, right? He has lived abroad all year round and is Italian, so he always speaks in this tone."

"He is a foreigner, so you have to pay attention?"

Gojo Satoru was obviously sulking, and he was trying to suppress his emotions while speaking.So it has a strange accent, like yin and yang.

"You are a woman with a husband, of course you have to look like..."

Qianliu from the Chanyuan obviously didn't take his emotions too seriously, and laughed: "Has Mr. Wu been brainwashed by the old orange? If you want to exchange female virtues, it's better to find Naoya."

Her indifferent attitude made Gojo Gojo's anger even more pronounced. He said, "What if your Gojo misunderstood? Don't you care?"

However, thinking of her husband, Qianliu of the Chanyuan lost most of her good mood and stopped her movements.

She asked calmly but somewhat sharply: "That's also a matter between my husband and me. What kind of position does Wu Jun use to question me?"

Wujo Satoru pursed his lips: "..."

Seeing that the other party was suppressing his anger and shame, Qianliu of the Chanyuan smiled gently, changed the subject, and passed a step over.He turned straight and went upstairs, obviously not wanting to talk to her anymore.

The next day, Qianliu from the Chanyuan specially made his favorite pine cones and handmade yogurt.

Gojo Satoru still ignored her, pretending to be still angry.Little did he know that his disguise was the emperor's new clothes in front of Qianliu, who had been with him for more than ten years.

When the two were standing at the door waiting for Secretary Sakamoto, Zenyuan Qianliu suggested: "Shall we go to a fun place after get off work today? I think you will like it."

"No time……"

"Don't refuse so decisively." She smiled gently, her tone was sweet and pitiful, "I really want to go with Wu Jun, please?"

Wujo's Adam's apple rolled, his pupils trembled and he turned his head: "..."

"OK?"

Wutiaowu: "..."

He was almost about to admit defeat, but at this moment, a black car parked steadily in front of the house, interrupting their communication.

Not the Maybach that Sakamoto used to drive—it was the car assigned to Gojo Satoru.

The person driving the car could only be his assistant Chanyuan Eili.

In an instant, Wujo Wu's expression was almost at a loss, and he immediately went to catch Qianliu's reaction from the Zen Academy.

The woman with crooked eyebrows and eyes just now has already restrained her expression, her cold eyebrows and eyes are shrouded in coolness, her eyes are as cold as ice and snow that does not melt in early spring.

She said gently: "It seems that Go-kun has gotten used to working with Eri during the days I went to Yokohama, it's good."

Gojo Satoru explained weakly: "No."

The first choice for travel is of course Cang, not only is it not bumpy but also very fast, isn't this much more comfortable than riding in a car?

As for the working hours, they either fished or disturbed Xia Youjie's work, and never looked for her...

The closest encounter between him and Zenyuan Eri was the day when Sakamoto bought him a bunch of Kehanya desserts at the gesture of Zenyuan Qianliu. He picked out the few flavors he didn’t like and enjoyed the rest sweets.

Then Zenyuan Huili held his stomach, his face was a little pale, and asked him: "Sorry, Mr. Wu, I have hypoglycemia and stomach problems, and I have finished eating snacks, can you give me some food?"

Seeing her a little pitiful, Gojo Satoru couldn't embarrass the girl even though he was protecting food, so he threw her a box of sesame-flavored Daifuku.

The sesame flavor was so weird it was unpalatable.

……

At this moment, Gojo Satoru fell silent.

He had already recalled it, he sent a text message yesterday when he was dizzy, and it was he who asked Zenyuan Huili to pick him up this morning.

Since Zenyuan Qianliu doesn't like this younger sister staying with him, then use Zenyuan Eri to anger her——

Originally conceived like this, but seeing her reaction, Gojo Satoru couldn't get into the car at all.

I always feel that if we continue to follow the original plan...something irreversible will happen.

The sense of crisis suddenly rose.

After a long time when no one spoke, the window of the car was lowered, and Huiyuan Tuili called out timidly: "Sister Qianliu."

She stared quietly at Qianliu from the Chanyuan for a while before thinking of her immediate superior.

"Mr. Wu, please get in the car."