I rely on the bloody script to force BE

Qianliu from the Chanyuan stared at him for a while, then smiled gently: "It's as long as you're happy."

Such an attitude undoubtedly made Gojo Satoru dissatisfied. He expected that either she would laugh and scold you for being too narcissistic, or the other party would not respond arrogantly.

But what do you mean if you're happy, don't care at all?

He took the initiative to show his kindness to such an extent, it also needs some consideration.It was like taking part in an exam and studying hard for a week in advance. In the end, no matter whether it was a high score or a low pass, he was mentally prepared, but at this time the proctor suddenly said that it doesn't matter if you take the exam or not, just leave.is the most unacceptable result.

Wujo Gojo was frowning and wanted to question, but Zenyuan Qianliu patted the back of his hand affectionately: "Let's go, there are no easter eggs behind."

He had no choice but to swallow the words back to his stomach.Zenyuan Qianliu took his arm and walked out of the theater surrounded by the crowd.

The flyover aisles between shopping malls are perfect for taking pictures, and the wall mirrors are decorated with colorful light tubes and decorations.

The girls in the visual department hook shoulders with their companions, wearing bare-leg artifacts and fluorescent socks in cold weather, taking turns to pose for each other's photos.

"Wait, I want to take pictures too." Chanyuan Qianliu stopped in her tracks.

Wujo Satoru, who was being held by her, had to stop, and was about to turn on the phone, but found that what she said by taking a photo meant taking a group photo.

They stood in front of a mirror wall that could just accommodate the upper bodies of two people. People came and went, and the fog made the clear mirror surface unclear.

Because the mobile phone is overloaded, it takes a few seconds to load when the camera is turned on.

Zenyuan Qianliu stared at herself in the mirror, the woman's thin face and tired eyes were blurred, and she returned to a young and active look.

"Smile."

Zenyuan Qianliu raised his mobile phone and pointed it at the figure in the mirror.

"Crack..."

After shooting, it was put away, and the efficiency was very high.Gojo Satoru didn't watch the entire live.But he is quite satisfied with his expression management with his head held high and a calm smile.

He began to be curious about the photos in Qianliu's mobile phone in the Buddhist temple.She doesn't post updates, and Sakamoto manages her social accounts, reposts some official blog inquiries, and posts happy holidays during the holidays.

Qianliu of the Chanyuan is a difficult book, the more you get in touch with it, the more profound it becomes. He has to suppress his curiosity in front of him, open the little blue bird or the line, but he really can’t read and understand it from the cold official tone .

What is she thinking?Why are you unhappy every day?What happened to her and Gojo Satoru?

It is very dangerous to have a desire for knowledge of the opposite sex. Gojo Satoru does not have such a superb sense of love, and he suppresses his desire entirely by his arrogant instinct.

At this moment, he was quietly paying attention to the screen of Qianliu in the Buddhist temple. She was replying to a message about a person named Osamu Dazai, who was the pretentious leader in black windbreaker.

But the content of the chat should be business, full of words that make people confused.

Gojo Satoru walked forward with her lowered head and focused on replying to the news, and saw a crowded milk tea shop, ordered two cups, and then sat down in a corner of the shop.

After waiting for more than 20 minutes, when he pushed a cup of milk tea in front of her, Zenyuan Qianliu turned off the screen and let out a long sigh.

The milk tea cup is very beautiful, it is graffiti in Ukiyo-e style.Zenyuan Qianliu unwrapped the straw wrapper and asked, "What is this?"

He turned the cup around and showed her the label: "What's it called...the signature milk tea with milk cover?"

Chanyuan Qianliu's movement of tearing the package stopped suddenly for a moment, and his lips parted slightly.

But she poked open the sealing paper, took a sip, and said, "It's delicious, thank you Wu Jun."

After leaving the milk tea shop, they walked around the mall and walked home along the brightly lit streets.

The sound of the horn on the driveway is accompanied by the deep winter wind, which makes people's cheeks cold, but they can feel the body temperature of the people beside them through their thick coats.

Gojo Satoru was immersed in that relaxed and comfortable atmosphere again. She was the limitless link between the vast amount of information and him, and isolated all the restlessness.

When he lowered his head, he noticed that the capacity of milk tea in Zenyuan Qianliu's hand had only dropped a little, and asked, "Don't you like drinking milk tea? Or do you want to lose weight?"

Gojo Satoru's understanding of girls is only on senior sisters and Nitro, they always want to drink milk tea but are afraid of getting fat, but they are really greedy, do you want to order it together? , subconsciously determined that Qianliu of the Zen Academy also belonged to this category.

"No..." Chanyuan Qianliu thought for a while, but still confessed the truth, "Actually, I'm lactose intolerant. I didn't bring lactobacillus tablets with me today. Taking a few more sips would make me uncomfortable, so I dare not drink."

"Is that so..." Gojo Satoru was stunned, and stretched out his hand very naturally, "Then give it to me."

No wonder that on the day he ate the cake with him, Chanyuan Qianliu only cut a small corner, skimmed off the cream with a fork, and only tasted the body of the cake.

He drank the cold milk tea, and suddenly recalled the story of the heroine in the movie who was allergic to seafood.Will Gojo Satoru forget about her lactose intolerance?

He didn't ask because he was confident enough in himself.

In fact, Gojo Satoru paid great attention to this in the first few years of their marriage, and he didn't even order cheese when he went out to eat.In the past two years, it has been completely forgotten.

I was working outside on my wedding anniversary, and I ordered exquisite cake delivery and roses. When the delivery man came to the door, Qianliu of Chanyuan wanted to directly refuse to accept it.

In the end, he obediently signed, and fed the untouched cake and the box to the trash can the next day.

So she was a little bit downcast, and in the evening, under Wujo Gojo's hopeful eyes, she excused herself to be tired, and turned down the routine chat before going to bed.

……

"Qianliu let her continue to be my assistant?"

"Yes, Mr. Gojo."

Gojo Goki smiled: "Really? Are you sure? I'll ask her."

The trainee HR nodded nervously: "Yes."

As soon as he got to work, he went straight to the office of the personnel department and proposed to transfer Huili of the Zen Academy to another post.And the HR in the trainee period didn't wake up too much, and directly expressed his doubts: "Ms. Eili herself came to mention it a few days ago, but Ms. Qianliu said that she should continue to work..."

This undoubtedly angered Gojo Satoru, he couldn't believe what he heard.

The trainee HR tried to make amends, and said with wandering eyes: "Of course, I will resubmit your appeal..."

"No need..." Gojo Satoru said firmly, "Just pretend I haven't said this and don't tell anyone."

His face was sullen, and a storm seemed to be brewing in his icy blue pupils.

The trainee HR hastily nodded and said yes, and sent him away from the door.

When Gojo Satoru walked back to his desk, he was still dizzy with anger, his heart was sore, he felt that his appearance just now must be ridiculous, and his stubbornness of not admitting defeat was ignited——

All right, that's what she thought.

Anyway, Qianliu of the Chanyuan will regret it sooner or later.

Sulking, he opened the document book and looked through it randomly. The ink dots printed on the white paper didn't get into his mind at all, and he didn't know who he was being serious with. He just sat there for more than half an hour, still feeling very angry.

Gojo Satoru pushed open the door, Zenyuan Eri at the assistant table on the left was touching up her makeup and applying lip gloss in the small mirror. He was so startled that she almost broke her lipstick with trembling hands.

She first looked at the lipstick with distress, then quickly glanced at him, and said, Mr. Wu, good morning.

Put the lipstick under the table and turn it back secretly, like an elementary school student who was caught stealing snacks in class.

Because of this, Wujo Wuduo took a look at her. Although Eri of the Chanyuan didn't talk much, she didn't have such a cramped personality.

With just such a light sweep, his eyes stayed on her lips.

not right...

weird...

The information on the ingredients of lipstick appeared in front of his eyes, and Gojo Satoru never paid attention to such things.However, it is exactly the same as Qianliu of the Zen Academy.

A few days ago, for the upcoming Chinese New Year, he went to ask about Nitro's gift.

The trick is that I have a friend who just started, and the other party immediately exposed him: "I want to give Qianliu a Chinese New Year gift, but I don't know how to choose it."

Jiarui Nizi gave a few good directions, and finally reminded: "Don't give away skin care products, all the things Qianliu uses on the face are customized according to the skin quality, and every week we have to check the skin condition and adjust the skin condition. Skincare products to use for the next week."

He was somewhat impressed, because a white-clothed courier who claimed to be a skin management center came before and said to deliver this week's products to the lady of the Chanyuan.

Nitro also said, "Lipstick, eyeshadow, and make-up are the same, anyway, don't buy them, she's definitely not used to them."

So it is very strange, why does Zenyuan Eri have lipsticks with the same ingredients?The relationship between the two of them is obviously not good...

Seeing Wujo Wujo thinking, Zenyuan Eri tightened her fingers on the suit pants, and said with a smile, "Mr. Wu, is there anything else?"

"correct……"

Zenyuan Huili opened the drawer, carried two exquisite gift bags, and handed them to him, "Merry Christmas, here are the presents. The black one is for you, and the pink one is for Sister Qianliu. Could you please bring it to me?" What about her?"

"Oh……"

Gojo Satoru's thoughts were interrupted, and he took it casually.

Thinking that Qianliu of the Zen Academy had no good or bad way to prevent the post transfer, his mood became a little bit worse, and he decided not to think about her anymore.

And the assistant is not an important role for him, once he throws it to the back of his mind, he won't think about it again.

Almost a week passed like this, and finally it came to December 12, the big dark day.

Zenyuan Qianliu started preparing Osechi dishes a few days in advance, such as dried scorpion fish in honey sauce, kombu rolls, golden chestnut balls...

Except for some dishes that are really inconvenient to make and are ready to buy ready-made, the rest are all made by herself.

There was always a scent coming from the kitchen in the middle of the night, and Gojo Satoru broke in many times to steal food, and was accused by her with a playful smile, saying that he would also help.

Even though it was his first time, he was quite talented in cooking, and his knife skill was comparable to that of a young master who had trained in chef school for several months.

Looking at their backs side by side, Fu Heihui, who wanted to help, left wisely.

He also felt very refreshed, because Qianliu from the Zen Academy was always away, and the boring Gojo Satoru would always pester him to play games together. Without this person's trouble, Fu Heihui was more focused on reading.

After packing, the portion of Osechi dishes far exceeds the serving for three people, even enough for seven or eight people.So Gojo Satoru knew that Fu Heisher would also come.

In fact, it is hard to imagine that such a man who is used to wandering and lonely will belong.But he does appear from time to time, like a ship that spends most of its time on a long voyage but has its own harbor.

I don't know if he was threatened by Qianliu from the Zen Academy with living expenses, but he obediently attended Fu Heihui's parent meeting, and sat until the end of the lecture.

Fu Heisher came quite early, around four o'clock in the afternoon, carrying a bag of ingredients.

Gojo Satoru: "Ah, the little boy is here to eat, it's really annoying."

The man who had never dealt with him just glanced at him with disdain, put the plastic bag in the corner of the counter, then pushed him out of the kitchen, and tied a pale pink apron on himself.

Qianliu of the Zen Academy also obediently gave up his seat by the stove, and said with a smile, "The annual repertoire is the repayment of brother Shier's kindness."

Wujo Wujo, who was standing at the door, complained: "Is this little boy edible? You don't want to poison us to inherit a huge fortune, do you?"

Fu Heihui, who was sitting on the sofa reading a book, glanced in the direction of the kitchen, silently praying that Gojo Satoru would stay there and don't come to disturb him.

Fu Heisher chopped vegetables skillfully: "Well, wait until you die."

"It's really sinister, do you have the heart to make Qian Liu a widow?"

"It's fine to change it, there are many more men who are more useful than you."

"Oh yeah, that certainly doesn't include you."

Fu Heihui breathed a sigh of relief, yes, just keep arguing like this, this book is only one chapter away from the end...

Qianliu of the Chanyuan was a little afraid that they would really quarrel, so he interrupted: "Wu-jun, let's go and play with Hui, I think he is quite lonely there alone."

Fu Heihui?

And Gojo Wu really listened to her advice, and sneered at Fu Heisher, as if he was very generous and didn't care about him, turned around and walked towards Fu Heihui.

"I bought a new game card, come play?" He said, "There is a two-player cooperative mode."

Fu Heihui: "..."

Don't come here!

When the NHK Red and White Song Concert starts, the New Year's Eve dinner is almost ready.

There was an open space in the middle of the living room, and they pushed the dining table over, and the sukiyaki pot filled with ingredients was steaming thinly.

The idol singer in the white group is very handsome, singing a love song that is often played on a loop in shopping malls, Chanyuan Qianliu shakes her body gently, and beats the rhythm.

Fu Heisher said: "You still like this kind of little white face with white hair."

Qianliu from the Chanyuan was noncommittal: "He sings pretty well."

"Why don't you invite him to sing at home? The appearance fee is not much."

"Chasing stars is not picking stars."

Compared with the singer on TV, Gojo Satoru cares more about the sentence that you still like the white-haired boy...

He vigilantly thought of Bailan Jesso, that grinning, malicious white-haired man.

What is the relationship between him and Qianliu?

"By the way..." Zenyuan Qianliu touched his elder brother's arm with his elbow, "What about that?"

Fu Heisher yawned: "What?"

"Don't be stupid, I warned you before coming here."

"I can't help it..."

Fu Heisher put down his chopsticks with a mutter, took out the red envelope from his pocket, and threw it into Fu Heihui's arms.

Fu Heihui opened it without changing his expression, and almost gasped when he saw it: "Thank you, Dad...you are so generous this year."

Fu Heisher: "If you don't want it, give it back to me."

"You're too stingy with your own son." Gojo Wu triumphantly handed over a thick red envelope, "Hui, this is mine."

"Thank you Wutiao-kun." Fu Heihui took it, "Although it is a bit strange to accept red envelopes from peers."

Just as Fu Heisher was about to open his mouth, Qianliu from the Chanyuan stopped him with a look.He snorted coldly, and lowered his head to pick up the few fat beef rolls left in the pot.

Although he and Gojo Satoru didn't get along well, at least the meal was peaceful.The main reason is that the latter put most of his attention on Qianliu of the Chanyuan and didn't pay much attention to him.

Jesse's new boy group, Dongfang Oqi... Zenyuan Qianliu only needs to stop for a while on the male singers of the white group, and when he turns his head, he will find Gojo Satoru's face full of displeasure.

"Why not happy? Don't you like watching?"

"No, I'm very happy."

Qianliu from the Chanyuan stared at him for a while, then smiled: "They don't sing as well as you."

Gojo Satoru didn't blush, and accepted the compliment calmly: "That's natural."

"Not as handsome as you."

"nonsense……"

He was just about to brag about his singing skills, but he found that even though Zenyuan Qianliu was praising people, his eyes did not leave Fukuyama Masao's body by a centimeter.

Wutiaowu: "..."

Fu Heisher: "It seems that the little boy can't compare to the old one."

"You want to fight?"

"Can't remember how you lost last time?"

In the blink of an eye, the two men were at war again, and Qianliu from the Chanyuan interrupted again: "Wu Jun, help me get the hot water bottle charger, I'm a little cold."

Then he and Fu Heihui looked at each other, and saw similar helplessness in each other's green eyes.

Gojo Satoru turned back and handed her the charger.Even though the coldness was just an excuse, Qianliu of the Chanyuan played a full set and pulled the wiring board.

When the plug was aligned, the charging port flashed, accompanied by a blunt bang, the TV went out, the air conditioner stopped, and the whole floor fell into darkness.

"It's tripped." Fu Heisher said to Gojo Satoru, "Hey, go and have a look."

Gojo Satoru was not convinced, and immediately asked, "Why didn't you..."

Naturally, the darkness would not block the sight of the six eyes, and he saw Qianliu, who had been half squatting, slumped to the ground.

She hugged Fuhesher's arm tightly, half of her body stuck to her brother's side, her chest heaved and her green pupils were slightly loose.

she is afraid of...

Fu Heisher urged: "Just go if you are told, men, don't dawdle like this, it's next to the bathroom, you know."

He wrapped his arms around Qianliu from the Chanyuan, half-embracing her and moved her to the sofa, letting her snuggle into his arms.

Gojo Satoru walked towards the electric room, the floor seemed to have turned into wet cement, which prevented him from stretching his legs forward, making it difficult for him to move forward.

It turned out that she was really afraid of the dark.

……

That evening……

Sakamoto sent them to the gate of the Huanshan villa area, and hurried to the next venue.

At the time of circuit maintenance, an announcement was made that the street lights would not be available until eight o'clock, but the winter night fell very early.

Only a few sporadic buildings were lit up, as if they were not very clear soul fires in the dark night, and the wide-open doors were like a huge mouth of an abyss, ready to swallow people in one gulp.

"Hello? Jie. Come out to eat skewers? I'm already at the door..." Gojo Satoru called, "Glass and Qihai are also here, okay, then I'll show you the honor."

He noticed that Qianliu of the Chanyuan seemed to be nervous, looking straight at him with almost pleading eyes.She pinched his sleeve with her fingers: "Wu Jun..."

Gojo Satoru was embarrassed, and reflexively shook off her hand, and moved two steps to the side: "What are you doing? It's so nasty all of a sudden."

Chanyuan Qianliu pursed her lips, her irises glistening with water, as if she was about to say something.

He looked away: "I'm going to get together with Jie and the others, you should go back first."

But she didn't move, she didn't speak, she still looked at Gojo Satoru with mournful, slightly bright green eyes.

Even if he didn't look directly at each other, he was still stared at so hot that his heart was burning and his fingertips were sweating.

In order to alleviate this feeling, he even spoke in a panic.

"Could it be that you want to interfere with my friendship. I warn you, I'm not someone you can manage."