The daily life after marriage with the leader of Mori

Wu Tiaoqing rushed home one step ahead of schedule.

When I opened the door, the room was dark, and my husband hadn't come back yet.

She looked at the time, and directly used the technique to pick up the self-pickup meal she had ordered on the app in advance.

Mori Ogai straightened his clothes and opened the door with a smile.

The lights were on, but no one was in the living room.

"Affection?"

Sen Ou called out, but no one responded.

Haven't come home yet?

Mori Ogai looked into the kitchen, but there was no one.

Walked a few steps upstairs, but heard a sound coming from the kitchen, and returned.

"Affection?"

Wu Tiaoqing froze for a moment.

Why did he come back so soon?

Fortunately, the five love spells landed in the kitchen for her convenience. If it landed in the living room and appeared out of thin air, wouldn't it frighten her husband to faint on the spot?

Wu Tiaoqing laughed: "Honey, do you want to have supper? I cooked noodles."

"Have you been in the kitchen?"

Mori Ogai was smiling, and his eyes were full of calm, his scrutiny flashed past, his fingers subconsciously clenched the scalpel that had been properly placed in his coat pocket.

"No."

Wujoqing served the noodles on the table.

Mori Ogai sat down, the smile on his face was still there, and his tone became more casual: "Really? I called you and didn't hear a response, so I thought you hadn't come back yet."

"I was removing my makeup in the bathroom, but I didn't hear you."

Wu Tiaoqing handed him the chopsticks, picked up the small bottle of vinegar and shook it: "Do you want it?"

There is a bathroom on the first floor, not far from the kitchen

Mori Ogai accepted it with a smile: "Thank you."

"you are welcome."

Coincidentally, both of them breathed a sigh of relief at the same time, and their tense heartstrings relaxed a little.

"How was the conversation with the publisher?"

Mori Ogai asked with concern.

"It's not bad. The person in charge sent by the publishing house is very small. I once thought that the other party recruited child labor."

The port of Mafia is really not a human being, and all children are accepted, which is exactly the same pit as the high school of magic.

Wu Tiaoqing swallowed the noodles in his mouth, and continued: "The person in charge is not good at words. Fortunately, I am not talking to him, and the other party has a bad temper and is not easy to get along with."

Wu Tiaoqing laughed and joked: "I looked at his eyebrows absent-mindedly the whole time. His eyebrows are really super shallow, so shallow that they don't seem to have any."

The light was dim and fell softly on her.

She had just finished removing her makeup, and her black hair was randomly held up with hair clips.A few disobedient strands of hair fell from the side of her face, appearing a bit illusory under the light.

Mori Ogai looked at her, his eyes covered with light, making him look more gentle, even the formula-like smile had more warmth that he didn't even notice.

Mori Ogai reached out and pinned her loose hair behind her head.

After removing her makeup, she was less bright and gorgeous, and more soft and gentle.

Most of the time, Mori Ogai can't see her edges and corners, only occasionally can he see her exposed sharpness.

Safe and plain, this is the temperament that Wutiaoqing expresses so that he can feel it.

Mori Ogai moved his finger down, and his cool fingertips lightly rubbed against her cheek, drawing a doting and helpless smile from the other party.

The opportunity to fall in love at first sight is that the object of love is good-looking enough.

A large part of the reason why Mori Ogai chose to marry Wujoqing is that she is beautiful enough, and he is a human being, so he cannot be exempt.

Believe in the other person, just like him.

Wu Tiaoqing grabbed his wrist and pushed the empty bowl towards him.

"Dear Mr. Mori, you'd better wash the dishes first."

Under the dining table, Wu Tiaoqing stretched her toes and hooked up his drooping trousers.

The atmosphere suddenly became ambiguous, anxious and lingering.

Before Mori Ogai made a move, Gojo Ki withdrew his foot in time.Facing the other party's helpless wry smile, he will give a slightly innocent smile.

Mori Ogai sighed: "Okay, I'll do the dishes."

Wu Tiaoqing urged him, with a mischievous smile on his face: "Dear Mr. Sen, go quickly."

Mori Ogai picked up the bowl, but put it down immediately.

He unbuttoned his suit, loosened the tie that made his breathing difficult, and stretched out his hand across the table to bring Wu Tiaoqing to him.

Five passionate fingers poked his skin along the buttoned gap of the shirt, she smiled and said, "Mr. Sen, what are you doing if you don't wash the dishes?"

"Go and do the dishes."

With his fingers, he pressed Wutiaoqing to the back of his head and approached.

Breathing staggered, the temperature in the living room rose.

The pillow on the sofa was swept by Mori Ogai with one hand, and moved to the edge of the table leg when it collided with the ground.

Someone pressed the remote control of the TV, and the sound of the advertisement in the TV came out, covering up the heavy breathing.

The TV was turned off, Wu Tiaoqing put on her clothes, picked up the hair scratches on the ground, combed her hair and clipped it again.

She pushed Mori Ogai who was lying on the sofa, looked at him from the side, and said seriously with a straight face: "Aren't you going to wash the dishes?"

Mori Ogai propped up the sofa with one hand, and rubbed her waist with the other hand. He wanted to move but was slapped away by Wujoqing.

"Go do the dishes!"

Mori Ogai looked helpless: "...as ordered."

Wu Tiaoqing threw the shirt to him, fiddled with the drooping hair, and went upstairs to take a shower.

The noise of the hair dryer lingered in the room, and there was a figure in the mirror.

Mori Owai took the hair dryer, passed his fingers through the five erotic hairs, and gently dried her hair.

Wu Tiaoqing was drowsy, and asked vaguely: "Husband, when will you rest? We haven't dated for a long time."

The wind from the hair dryer became weaker, and Mori Ogai raised his tone slightly: "It will be a while, the hospital is busy recently."

A lot of information is still waiting to be reported to him, the ownership of the site needs to be snatched, and the relationship with the government also needs to be contacted...

Trouble always comes one after another, which is annoying.

Wu Tiaoqing leaned back, and the whole person was hugged by Mori Ogai, and she replied in a low voice: "Okay."

Mori Ogai kissed her on the side of the face, and said softly, "It will take a while."

Wutiaoqing said "hmm" in disgust.

Life seems to suddenly lose passion and suddenly enter a period of burnout.

Mori Ogai hugged her with a cold expression.

If you stay in Gentle Country for a long time, you will always get tired.

They are so close physically to each other, but their hearts are extremely far away.

The two had the same idea at the same time:

Maybe it's time for this marriage to end.

……

……

"I'm really not a very long-term person."

Wu Tiaoqing took a sip of wine from the wine glass.

The lights of the bar flickered and the music was blaring.

Several men had already approached to strike up a conversation, but all of them were blown away by the overwhelmed fighting force.

Ange Ji Shanshan came late, and she complained: "Why did the mission meet Gojo Satoru, it's really annoying."

Seeing Wu Tiaoqing, she explained again: "I just complained that he didn't mean to be dissatisfied with you."

Wu Tiaoqing didn't care: "It's okay senior, there are too many people complaining about my brother, I'm used to it."

An Geji gave the gift she brought to Wu Tiaoqing: "A belated wedding gift."

Knowing that not many Wutiaoqing get married, apart from Wutiaowu and his few students, there are only a few close friends of Wutiaoqing left.

Jia Ruozi shook his wine glass: "In a few days, you will be able to give her a divorce gift."

Ange Ji: "What—?"

Jia Ruzizi: "She was complaining to me just now that she and her husband have lost passion in life and divorce is not far away."

An Geji looked at Wu Tiaoqing, who was drinking calmly: "What's going on? Don't you like this kind of ordinary life?"

"The estimate was wrong."

Wu Tiaoqing sighed: "It's not too plain, but after feeling the impulse of love, it's easy to slack off or even feel boring without passion."

Home into the glass: "In summary, the life of ordinary people is not suitable for her."

An Geji shrugged: "Indeed, it is really difficult to adapt to the life of ordinary people after living the life of a conjurer. It seems that I need to prepare a divorce gift for you in advance."

"I don't want a divorce that much yet, I'm just not happy with my married life, but I'm still very happy with my husband."

Jia Ruozi gave a "tsk" and said impatiently, "You are really troublesome."

She casually pointed to the right: "That conjurer has been staring at you for a long time, why don't you talk to someone?"

The bar they were in was a conjurer's bar, and only conjurers could enter.

It's easier to relax when you're surrounded by people of the same status.

Five emotions: "...Are you asking me to commit a crime?"

"up to you."

An Geji changed the subject and chatted: "I heard that the Buddhist family wants to marry you?"

"No, Chanyuan Naoya was beaten up by my brother."

Wu Tiaoqing sneered: "Some things have passed for too long, I'm afraid they have been forgotten."

Jia Ruozi ordered another glass of wine: "At that time, you killed a few elders of Wutiao's family. The news came that it was the first time I saw Wujou being so serious."

"Anything else?"

An Geji and Wujoqing are not in the same class, so they don't know these things.

"Ah."

Wu Tiaoqing recalled: "The elders wanted to sell me, marry someone and let me drop out of the magic college. I can only go back and kill the elders who decided this matter."

Wu Tiaoqing can still recall how hot the blood was on his hands, and how ridiculous the expressions of the surviving elders were.

Probably they didn't expect that a woman who was despised by them would have such power to do the thing of killing relatives.

Angeji: "Gojo Satoru didn't do anything?"

"Of course I did. They asked me to marry because they felt that my brother and I were separated and taught to have no feelings since childhood. He would not rebel against the Gotiao family for a younger sister who didn't have much love."

The five affectionate fingers rubbed the wine glass, the corners of the mouth curled up in a nasty arc, and the madness and strong malice in the eyes intertwined, forming a whirlpool that kept dragging people down.

"He went back and imprisoned the head of the Wutiao family at that time, and directly became the head of the Wutiao family. Now those elders are still jumping, trying to tear him down."

At that time, Gojo Gojo had just learned to reverse the spell, and his strength increased greatly, and he could no longer be controlled by the Gojo family.

Jia Ruozi commented: "It's really bloody."

"Later, my elder brother took the elder's death onto himself, but many members of the Yusan family knew the inside story."

Later, she became more and more low-key, except for the friends she met in high school, she didn't usually have contact with other conjurers.

Everyone knows that Gojo Satoru has a younger sister, but they don't know that she is Gojo Satoru's younger sister.

Ange Ji: "Although that guy is annoying, at least he has some humanity and is a qualified brother."

Wu Tiaoqing smiled and said: "Brother's personality is a little eccentric, but he is really perfect in other aspects. He can cook and sing well and has a lot of talents. He has a high emotional intelligence, but he is too lazy to use it."

An Geji's face was distorted, and she gritted her teeth and said bitterly: "How thick is your filter? How is that poor guy so perfect?"

Jia Ruozi ordered a glass of wine for the nun diva, handed it to her, and she gulped it down.

Jia Ruozi glanced at Wujoqing, and complained unceremoniously to Angeji: "She is an invisible brother-in-law, isn't the first grade of high school going straight to the second grade? Kusakabe doesn't really want to be Otoko's teacher. Trouble and Gojo Satoru had a heated debate, during which time they couldn't help scolding Gojo Satoru, who could resist scolding him. She found out, she sneaked into Kusakabe's office using a magic technique and changed all the cigarettes in the drawer It became a lollipop."

Wu Tiaoqing covered her face with her hands, not wanting to admit that she did such a naive thing.

Um Diva: "I just want to know, who won the debate?"

"Of course Gojo Satoru won."

Jia Ruozi clenched his fists: "We won with this."

Um Diva: "..."

As expected of Gojo Satoru, the debate does not rely on words, but on fists.

When will this scourge die?

He shouldn't exist in this world!