After teasing the dog, he got fucked

Gojo Satoru never realized how hard he could laugh.

Except now.

Seeing the familiar smile on the corner of Kokohu's mouth, he could only purse the corners of his mouth in embarrassment.

Because he didn't remember whether he said "You are not my sister because you are weak."

You know, from before to now, he has said similar words to countless people.

Even the Ange Ji of the Kyoto school was ridiculed by him like this.

And does this include Kokodo...

Gojo Satoru looked away speechlessly.

Probably, perhaps, possibly, should...include it?

But at that time, he didn't know that such a casual sentence would make her remember it for so long.

After all, when they were in Wutiao's house, they only met each other during the holidays.

Because even if it is a child of the direct line, the usual education will not be at the same level as Gojo Satoru.

Not to mention that she is still a girl without surgery.

The Wutiao family has always only taught etiquette to children who are weak or have no skills.

Those who can recognize a few more characters than their own names are regarded as excellent students who are motivated and eager to learn.

And the young Wu Tiaokong was the one with the highest bloodline but the lowest status among these children.

Gojo Satoru looked down at the cheesecake that had just been brought up by the waiter.

But in this way, it is not surprising why she was able to negotiate a price on her own psychological bottom line.

People who are also from the Wutiao family naturally know exactly what the Wutiao family has.

But now that I think about it, she probably set the fire in Wutiaojia Library Pavilion, right?

"Woodfish flower!"

The boy's loud denial interrupted Gojo Satoru's thinking.

He shook his head very disapprovingly at Gojo Satoru, and then looked at Kokoto with concern.

Seeing that she didn't respond, he couldn't help waving to the students in the corner for help.

Pang Da was the first to answer the call.

He brought a chair and sat between Kokodo and Gojo Satoru.

After separating the two, he laughed and said, "But Ms. Kokoto is also showing her strengths now."

"Don't pay attention to anything this guy says."

After confirming Kokoto's identity, Maki suddenly understood why the other party was unwilling to admit that she was Gojo Satoru's younger sister.

It's like I don't want to be called a Buddhist monastery either.

"He's just a big idiot who doesn't understand anything."

Maki pushed Gojo Satoru to the side again, "If you take what he said to heart, you will be mad at him sooner or later."

Nodding his head repeatedly, the dog curly spine responded: "Salmon salmon."

However, no matter what these people said, Kokodo remained unmoved.

She just put her head down and stirred the mojito.

"There is nothing wrong with this sentence."

Kokoto blinked quickly, fanned away the sourness in his eyes, and asked knowingly.

"You all seem to be Ji's classmates?"

Following the direction they came from, Kokobe naturally noticed the sea urchin head in that corner.

"Why is there another one sitting over there?" She waved at Fu Heihui, "You might as well sit down too."

She didn't care about Maki's shocked gaze at all, and just smiled lightly.

When Fukuroe also sat at the table, Kokodo ignored Gojo Satoru and introduced himself to everyone.

"I'm sure you all know who I am and what I'm here for."

She crossed her fingers and pressed her chin, showing a sincere smile.

"Then I'll make a long story short."

"My name is Mikoto Komi, and you can call me whatever you want. In terms of address, I never feel the need to care about anything."

"Besides, you won't get along with me for a long time. Because spells are difficult to remember, and there are not many difficult things to understand."

After Kokoto briefly summarized the content of the lecture, he turned to propping his hands into a bridge shape.

She looked up and down at Fu Heihui who kept quiet the whole time, finally narrowed her eyes and smiled slowly.

Only she herself knew how much envy was carried in this smile.

Maybe even more envy than envy.

"As for what I just said 'I'm weak', this is indeed a reality."

Mikoto waved his hand indifferently.

"Everyone knows that the organization I belong to is a legal supernatural organization, so there are many supernatural beings."

She put her fingertips lightly on her collarbone, and said helplessly, "I am the only non-supernatural person in the management team. So in terms of strength, I am definitely the weakest one."

"But being able to sit on an equal footing with them also means that you are not far behind, right?"

Maki frowned, pointing out the holes in her words.

"You also said that it's only 'in terms of strength'."

Propping his chin with the back of his hand, Kokoto smiled and said, "No, I'm an accountant at most."

Hearing this, the only person who had seen the sphere of influence of the port mafia in Yokohama had to support his forehead.

Which company's accountant can directly deduct the salary of the cadre level, and dare to threaten the boss?

Could this also be called Yokohama's specialty?

But being able to tell a joke means that she has become a little happier?

The dog curly spines retorted "Muyuhua" in a low voice, and at the same time carefully observed Kakoto's face.

But from those eyes that were narrowed like a crescent moon, he still couldn't tell whether she was in a good mood or not.

"Speaking of which, it's thanks to the father of classmate Fu Hei that he can go so far."

Kokodo's words showed a hint of sharpness, forcing Fukuroi to stare at her with wide eyes.

But she just said lightly: "When I was most hesitant, it was Mr. Fu Hei who helped me make up my mind."

After a long silence, Fu Heihui looked away.

Just as he was about to say something, he was robbed by Kokodo.

"But we don't know each other."

Kokoto gradually suppressed his smile, and stared at the broken diamond on the watch with lowered eyebrows.

"I've only heard about his deeds."

"For example, before he died, he entrusted his most cherished child in the world to the one who killed him..."

"Five empty!"

Faced with Gojo Satoru's stop, Kokodo glanced at him calmly.

She seemed to be a little curious, so she confessed all the questions: "I was boasting that Mr. Gojo is very trustworthy, so why didn't you let me say it?"

"Or is Mr. Gojo... worried about something?"

Mikoto smiled softly.

"I can understand."

"After all, it's a child I picked up on my own initiative, so it's no wonder I'm always worried about him running away."

Seeing Kokoto's cold smile at this moment, Gojo Satoru suddenly realized what she meant by "Thanks to Mr. Fuguro".

Maybe if she didn't go to Fu Heihui at that time, she would take the initiative to find herself for help again.

May not exist in reality.

"I encountered a lot of things at that time." Gojo Satoru tried to argue, "Even if you came to me, I might not be able to take good care of you."

"It's different now. As an older brother, it's more than enough to take care of my younger sister."

But why do I need others to take care of me now?

It's just venting the anger caused by jealousy.

Kokodo admitted that she was indeed jealous of Fukuro Hui.

But she also knew that the other party was not at fault in this matter.

That's why I seem to be a bit extreme.

Gojo Satoru kept adding to his ears, so Kokobe had no choice but to interrupt him with a wave of his hand.

She turned her unwillingness and exhaustion into a long sigh, and inserted a sharp and harsh rhetorical question into the tail of the sigh.

"You said that you also looked for me...then, did you look for it, or did you ask the Wujo family to look for it?"

Even if he didn't look at Gojo Satoru's speechless expression in front of him, Kokoto would know the answer.

"What's the difference between letting the Wutiao family come to me and not looking for me at all?"

In the long silence of the other party, Kokobe suddenly felt a bit like a clown in a circus.

She covered her eyes with her hands and smiled silently.

Laughing so that my whole body is shaking.

Whether it's the self who has been brooding over the years, or the self who took the initiative to expose scars out of jealousy.

It's all too ridiculous.

Sniffing, Kokoto stood up and said calmly, "Anyway, starting tomorrow, I will go to the high school on time."

With a polite smile, she didn't look like the spikes all over her body just now.

"It's getting late, I still have a lot of things to do, let's go first."

"Do you have a place to stay in Tokyo? Do you want to go home and live?"

Mikoto paused.

She turned her head in disbelief, and looked at Gojo Satoru who had asked that sentence.

What is going on in this person's head?

How did you get to this point, and still ask such words?

Or is her attitude not obvious enough?

"what?"

On the verge of the dividing line between crying and laughing, Kokobe's expression finally freezes on the indifference of his red eyes.

"Mr. Gojo, that's just your home." Not her Mikoto's home.

After finishing speaking, she immediately turned her head, opened the door quickly, and walked out.

Behind Mikoto, Goujuji and Gojo Satoru got up almost at the same time and chased after him.

But there were not a lot of people on the pedestrian street, and she walked fast even in high heels, so the two of them could only stay behind her not too far away at first.

Not long after, Wujo Satoru was often blocked by the flow of people because of his tall stature, so he was a little slower.

However, the dog roll spine seized the right time, passed through the gap between people, and chased after the back of Kokobe.

Kokoto, who was walking in the front, had no idea that there were two people chasing behind him.

She just wanted to get out of here at the moment, the sooner the better.

So at last even trotted up.

But before running far, Kokoto stopped.

She threw off her high heels angrily, and stepped barefoot on the stone bricks of the pedestrian street.

The skin on the back of the feet has worn out dark red scars.

If you wear it for a longer time, probably the flesh here will be worn out by the high heels.

Kokoto put on a sullen face and kicked off his high heels.

Just when she was about to continue to move forward, there was the sound of someone running behind her.

She frowned and looked back.

It was Curly Thorn, the dog that finally caught up.

Slightly sweaty after strenuous exercise, the slightly warm palm tightly wrapped around Kokodo's wrist.

Noticing her naked feet, the dog curled his feet apart and stood at shoulder level, 【"Stand on my shoes."】

He opened his hands at the same time, protecting both sides of Mikoto who was controlled by the [curse].

Mixed with a large gasp, the dog curly stared at Mikoto's reddish eye sockets.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm his voice.

【"Cry if you want to cry."】

There is no need to be patient all the time.

Cry when you are sad.

This will make you more comfortable.

The author says:

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Finally done! ! !

Terrible! ! !

Is it too difficult for social animals, or is it just so miserable in the design industry?It’s okay to work overtime every day, and it’s okay to work six days off, sometimes you have to work overtime on Sundays, isn’t it human! ! !

感谢在2021-11-2221:05:38~2021-11-2323:39:41期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: Zhijiang 1;

Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: Adishka and Yixi 1;

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 20 bottles of Jixuan and Sesame Dumplings;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!