After teasing the dog, he got fucked

The toe on his right foot was still aching, and Gojo Satoru held Mikoto with both hands, as easily as if he were holding a cat.

He tentatively swayed forward, backward, left, and right, and the loose long hair of the other party swept across the back of his hand with the movement.

And Kokoto rarely let him do anything, frowning, without much resistance.

Seeing Mikoto's indifferent and confused expression, Gojo Satoru twitched his lips.

"It's nothing." He held back his smile, and weighed Kakoto, "It's just that I suddenly feel that you are so small."

Not only is he a bit shorter than himself, but he is also extremely light.

His temper is also very childish, and he will step on his feet to retaliate childishly.

It's a pity I haven't seen it before.

Gojo Satoru thought of the action he had seen on TV, and threw Mikoto upwards.

Just like every man would do to the kids in the family.

He chose to try "lifting high" with his own cubs.

"Gojo Satoru! What are you doing?!"

Mikoto, who was suddenly thrown up, couldn't understand this guy at all.

She only had time to hold down the hem of her skirt to prevent it from being exposed.

But soon, she couldn't even care about her own skirt.

Raising his hand to cover the back of his head that hit the ceiling, Kokoto gritted his teeth and took a deep breath.

She kicked her feet angrily: "Do you know that you are 1.9 meters tall!?"

The clear height of this classroom is only [-] meters, and he occupies half of it.

Not to mention she wasn't short in height either.

If you come and go again and again, there will be ghosts if you don't hit the ceiling.

"Wujo Satoru, you shut down No Lower Limit for me!"

No matter how hard Kokoto kicked, he couldn't kick anyone, and the pent-up air in his chest became more depressed.

"What are you thinking about? Do you have a brain?"

Stretching his arms, Gojo Gojo relied on [No Lower Limit] to forcefully explain: "But other people's children like it very much."

Gojo Satoru's answer made Kokoto choke for a second.

In any case, she never thought that at this age, she could still hear such words.

What is "other people's children"?

This guy actually has the nerve to mention "other people's child" in front of her?

Mikoto was even more angry.

She knew that no matter what action she took now, she would look impotent and furious.

But, who can bear it?

"I am 24 years old, not 14 years old, and it is impossible to return to four years old or four months old!"

Only ghosts can laugh out loud at such trivial matters!

Besides...Koko gave up his image and rolled his eyes.

"And I'm wearing a skirt today! You know the skirt?"

She struggled to step back on the ground, and then stepped on Wujo Wu several times bitterly.

But unfortunately, these efforts are in vain after all.

Under the effect of [No Lower Limit], Kokodo has never been able to hurt Gojo Satoru.

After venting for a while, Kokoto sat aside and regarded Gojo Wujo as air.

She took off her high heels, and then stretched out her feet to hook the pair of dancing shoes that had already been wrapped in thick cotton pads by herself.

"One thing in advance." Kokoto said as he tied his shoelaces, "Although I'm ready to be stepped on, you'd better not step on me."

She repeatedly confirmed the cotton pads she fixed on the upper, "I don't like being stepped on, too many times I will get angry."

The dog curly spine nodded, and replied repeatedly: "Salmon salmon."

He is a real novice, absolutely impossible to be as perfect as Wu.

But I will definitely try my best to avoid stepping on her.

Seeing that the two were talking happily, and that Kokodo ignored him, Gojo Satoru turned to look at the designer sitting behind the PR officer.

This person...why is he always looking at himself?

Although he knew that he was an unparalleled handsome guy, he didn't have to stare at him like this, did he?

It's just that when he looked at it, the designer also frowned and looked at him almost like a scrutiny.

In just a few seconds, the man quickly turned his head and looked at Mikoto.

"Until now, I didn't understand the reason why Mingqin said 'other people are not suitable enough'." The designer sighed sincerely, "It is true that only this little boy can come in handy."

He turned the pencil in his hand and sighed melancholy.

"It's just that the requirements of the relatives are too difficult to meet."

The designers picked up the discarded design drafts, threw them aside, and scratched their foreheads with the back of a pencil.

He pursed his mouth and murmured: "How can I make Mingqin more ordinary and less noticeable?"

"Um... About this..."

Noticing the designer's actions, Mikoto picked up the ball of design drafts on the ground and spread them out.

She tapped the tip of her nose with her index finger and thought about it.

"Can you show me Ji's body?"

The designer handed over his preliminary draft of the men's dress design to Kokodo.

He didn't care about whether this job could be approved by the dog curly spine, he was only worried about the design of Kokobe's dress.

Mikoto, who took over the design draft, raised his eyebrows slightly, looking at the design draft that was completed within ten minutes.

"The design of Thorn's costume is like this...it completely meets my requirements, no problem."

The suspender trousers are the most unmistakable black, and the matching shirt is a light green that is almost white.

The combination of the two is quite gentle and well-behaved.

Kokobe looked at the wrinkled design again - a black tube top dress.

The part of the gauze skirt was covered with dark lines by the other party.

The overall also presents the visual effect of wrapping the gauze around the body and then tying it around the waist, creating a retro impact almost like ancient Rome.

It is indeed worthy of the designer's talent.

But it did not meet her requirements, whether it was at the beginning or now.

So - "I'm going to change that."

"Of course I know I need to change it!" The designer grabbed his hair even more distressed, "But there is no such thing as a design that can make you look ordinary!"

Just because Mikoto Komi is his muse and source of inspiration, so when he heard that the other party wanted to design a dress, he took the initiative to recommend himself.

But because of this, he was even more unable to design a costume that would make Kokobe stunned by everyone.

"This kind of thing, I naturally know..."

Kokobe put the design draft of the dog curly spine into the clip, and tore his own in half.

She raised her chin and ordered coldly.

"So what I want to change is - all, all."

Designers are also very dissatisfied with their own design.

It can be limited to Kokodo's initial request, and there is really not much room for him to play.

He could only have a bitter face, not knowing what to reply.

Kokoto didn't care about his reaction, but rubbed his fingertips thoughtfully.

She originally thought that she could only attack President Harada of the Hua Jiuhui.

But now, based on her own inference and the information she got from Gojo Satoru, it was enough to confirm one point.

No matter whether she entered the arena in a low-key manner or acted in a high-key manner, it was impossible for her to really hide behind the feasting and feasting, waiting for the collapse of the Huajiuhui.

She's definitely getting a lot of attention from the get-go.

As the focus, she should naturally be worthy of this attention.

"The color should be red, the most ostentatious one."

"The design should also be as eye-catching as possible."

"It's best to hit the field as soon as you come out."

Since it was obvious that he was coming at her, how could she hide herself from the beginning?

Not to mention, the other party must have prepared various means against her.

So instead of passive defense, it is better to take the initiative to attack.

Kokoto held his chin and looked straight into the designer's eyes: "Hmm...can you understand what I'm trying to say?"

The designer nodded half-understood and replied, "Can you ask me about the relationship between Mingqin and the other party? To what extent should I exaggerate?"

"From a business point of view, it's probably at the level of life and death."

"However, from a personal point of view, there may be some people who don't really want me to die." Kokoto snapped his fingers nonchalantly, "But they don't really want me to continue being Kokoto."

She scratched her hair randomly, looked back at him with her head upside down.

"In short, if Kokotoko wants to live comfortably, he has to deal with this group of people."

"I understand."

The designer looked at her for a few seconds and suddenly laughed.

"No matter how extreme it is, it doesn't matter?"

Even though he is not a talented architect brother who can design a corner house, he is only a first-class costume designer.

But he also has a design concept similar to that of his brother - the pursuit of perfection.

The ultimate perfection, the ultimate luxury and the ultimate personality.

This is the design he can come up with.

Before that, the opinion of the muse is still very important.

Faced with the designer's difficulties, Mikoto was not afraid at all.

She grabbed a lock of hair, looked at the light for a few seconds, and murmured: "The effect of dyeing the hair back to white should be better?"

At least this is definitely enough to deter those in the magic world.

Afterwards, Kokoto let the hair slip through his fingers, looked at the designer, and raised the corners of his lips.

"Although I don't like to say that, I always feel like I'm praising some idiots in disguise, but..."

She laughed mockingly and confidently, even the brows were brimming with indifferent arrogance.

"What clothes do you think I can't control? It's just a matter of whether I want to wear it or not."

You must know that another similar face has lived with that black garbage bag for so many years.

From the point of view of face, can anyone (except her) feel from the bottom of his heart that he doesn't look good dressed like this?

Even if the designer looks at it, he can't find the fallacy of this sentence.

As for her aura, how could she have a problem?

Designers really can not refute.

If it weren't for Kokodo being impeccable, he wouldn't be able to regard her as his muse.

Therefore, there is no possibility that she will not be able to wear the clothes he designed.

But now, he has thought of a more suitable theme.

"I will definitely deliver the finished product before the dance begins."

Even the design and production only took a short week in total.

"My dearest Cruella." The designer turned to smile at Curlythorn, "and her dog."

The designer grabs the public relations officer and leaves in a hurry, leaving Mikoto alone.

And Gojo Satoru was still dissatisfied with the designer's metaphor.

He grumbled loudly: "What's 'My Dearest Cruella'? Do you look like one of those witches?"

"You have a big misunderstanding of my image."

Kokobe pressed the play button on the stereo, and took the dog to get familiar with the pace step by step.

"I shouldn't be using the word 'like Cruira' to describe me."

"Because I am 'Kuila'."

Kokoto smiled at the dog Makiji who was looking down at his feet, "What do you think?"

Xunsheng raised his head, and the dog curly thorn pursed his lips hidden under his collar.

He didn't quite agree with the designer's metaphor, let alone Kokodo's definition of himself.

But at this time, it is inconvenient for him to express his objection.

Mikoko has never lacked for opposition from others.

Therefore, he has no reason to persist.

It's just that there is still a little awkwardness in my heart.

After all, in "101 Faithful Dogs", Cruella is the classic villain who wants to kill Dalmatians for a fur coat.

Could it be possible that Mikoto, who considers himself "Kuila", also wanted to kill him who was likened to a "dog"?

How is this possible?

It's just that even this slight disapproval disappeared when Gou Juanji saw Mikoto sitting in the car.

For a moment he even forgot to get in the car.

It was Kokoto who stretched out his hand and tugged at him to bring him back to his senses.

The young man pulled on his mask nonchalantly, not even daring to look at the people around him.

She looks fully armed as if she is on her way to battle.

The weapon is her indifferent smile with a bit of sarcasm.

The aura, makeup, and costumes together constitute the Miko Family Life that is worthy of the name "Kuila".

Even if "Kuila" wanted to kill her "dog", Curlythorn felt that it would not be a problem.

The author says:

Pinch mom, I'm exhausted during this time, I work overtime every day, and I just want to sleep when I go back to the dormitory every day.I hate being six days off.

All in all, a belated Merry Christmas! ! !Postgraduate students must pass every exam! ! !

Comments wake up and come back, I'm going to sleep to death.

In addition, the designer here is the younger brother of the designer mentioned in the rumor.That designer is engaged in architecture, and this one is engaged in fashion design.

感谢在2021-12-2200:42:55~2021-12-2603:20:02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 landmine: Ah Qing 2;

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: Kindergarten principal Xiaoguai 17 bottles;

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