[Comprehensive] They all thought I couldn't see the barrage

Giotto blinked, trying his best to ignore A's behavior of treating Damon as a tourist attraction.He forcibly suppressed the smile on the corner of his mouth, so as not to make A's son feel uncomfortable, and then put his eyes on the tray in A's hand.

"Send breakfast to the office, I'll be there later."

A son lowered his almost familiar face and nodded tremblingly.

[Laughing to death hahahahahaha got caught! 】

[The first generation is holding back their laughter, hahahaha, son, you are so funny! 】

[No, no, no, I fainted from laughing. 】

[If Dimon is conscious, you will be miserable when he comes out. 】

【A's face is so red, and her ears are also hahahaha. 】

Holding the tray, son A hurried to the office, and retorted in a low voice: "Didn't you guys ask me to take a group photo? It's all right now. In front of the first generation, I'm afraid I'm not a fool. There is no one, ah, it should be said Standing with an ice sculpture compared to scissorhands, not only is it stupid, but also a bit mentally retarded." Azi wanted to cry, but she couldn't help laughing when she thought about it.She sighed angrily, "I don't have much image in the first generation."

[If the first generation knows the word funny, I will definitely think it is very suitable for you. 】

[Sister A, you are too cute, you have no image hahahaha, have you forgotten that you were drooling at Giotto last time? 】

"Then you just forgot to shut up!"

Child A bickered with the bullet chatters all the way, and walked all the way to Giotto's office.

On the other hand, Giotto had Damon moved all the way back to his own bedroom. Giotto planned to untie Dimon after finishing his work today.

When going to work, Giotto thought of A's actions, and his mood improved a lot.Her appearance would have been comical if she didn't know it, but Giotto knew she was live, so it was clear that she was probably taking pictures or something.

It's just that even if you know it, you still find it very interesting.

Giotto didn't see Mr. A taking pictures of Vengley's family crest, buildings everywhere, but only Daimon...Giotto smiled subtly and walked into the office.

And son A may be too shy, put breakfast on the table, and let someone else replace her.

Not long after breakfast, Giotto welcomed guardians one by one.

After all, the time and place of Dimon's zero-point breakthrough are too subtle.

Dimon was fine during dinner, and one night later, Dimon was standing outside Giotto's bedroom... had to make them wonder if Dimon had done something.And there is so much to do at night.

Although judging from the result, it was definitely not successful, but what happened in the middle was what they were concerned about.Whether Dimon is successful or not, the implication is that the Guardians can change their approach in many things in the future.

Of course, if Dimon really confessed and let Giotto find out, they would not let Dimon go.They don't know how to do big things, but small troubles in life are indispensable.

"Boss..." G stood in front of Giotto, but his eyes did not dare to look directly at Giotto, "Demon yesterday..."

The Italian written by Giotto's hand broke for a while, and then he finished the word smoothly.

Dimon said it, and Arnold reminded him.So Giotto knew that two of the six knew that Giotto already knew what they were hiding.

Among the other four people, Dimon must not be the only one who has feelings.None of them is dull, and they are very sensitive to any event.In him, it is probably because he is involved with himself, so many things are not noticed immediately, but in the long run, if there is no doubt at all, it is impossible.

He knew their feelings, and had consciously avoided a lot of contact in the past few years. It was not surprising that he was discovered.

Giotto sighed, raised his head, and looked at G calmly, "You want to ask what he did?"

G nodded, very frankly.

Giotto thought for a while, thinking about how to answer.

G only felt that the organ in the chest cavity seemed to have lost its function, as if it was tense and could not beat.

"G...I don't want to lose any of my best friends."

In autumn, when the temperature is suitable, the cool wind blows in from the window, brushing the hair of the blond man, and the sound of birdsong staying in the Vengley Garden comes from outside the window.

The feeling revealed by those golden eyes is the same as before, tolerant, gentle, firm and powerful.

G lowered his head and smiled wryly, "As expected, you still know."

Giotto was silent, just staring at the low-toned man in front of him.

G straightened his back, raised his hand to stroke the hair on his forehead, breathed a sigh of relief, and said with a relaxed tone, "It's a good thing that although you rejected me, you also rejected others."

Giotto didn't know how to answer, so he capped and opened the pen cap over and over again, so as to hide his helplessness.

G asked: "Then are you going to get married?"

Giotto shook his head, "Not yet..." To be honest, he never thought of getting married at all.

G didn't know whether he should be happy that he didn't have to see who Giotto was with now, or sad that he would suffer all the time, waiting for that woman who didn't know when to show up.

"If Boss gets married, I will definitely make your wedding the most luxurious."

Giotto shook his head, noncommittal.

G smiled, "Then I'll go first."

Giotto nodded and said, "Go."

After coming back for a long time, son A who was standing at the door put down his hand covering his mouth, lowered his head to make a stake, and watched G's shoes pass under his eyes.

Child A couldn't help but glanced up. The man inside the door who was hiding his mood had red eyes and clenched fists. He walked to the corner of the corridor and slammed the wall hard.

The muffled sound reached A'zi's ears. She couldn't imagine how hard it was to crack the wall, and the snow-white wall was stained with red.

G turned his head and looked at son A not far away.

Child A was unprepared, peeking at it was caught by G, and walked over helplessly under G's gaze.

A lowered his head and didn't dare to look at G's expression anymore, "What orders does Lord Lanshou have?"

G didn't mean to embarrass others, he looked at the traces on the wall, and said hoarsely: "Someone get this dealt with, don't let Primo see it."

Son A nodded, "Okay, Lord Lanshou."

After G walked away, son A let out a long sigh of relief, and said sadly to the audience in the barrage: "Although I know what's going on and this result, it's still very uncomfortable..." She turned her head and went to the office See, there can only be a wall, she can't see anything.

[My heart is in a panic. 】

[Giotto pentakill: 1/5]

[If you want me to say, what the first generation did was right.If I were the guardian, I would rather not get it from anyone, otherwise it would be even more painful, okay? At least this way I can deceive myself because my gender is wrong. 】

[I don't want rational analysis, now I just want to cry! 】

【Doesn't the first generation refuse to agree?Then there must be problems between the guardians, in short, they are stranger than before. 】

[Wow wow wow wow wow G's appearance is so distressing! 】

[I'm so panicked... what should I do, it would be great if the first generation didn't know anything. 】

[Sooner or later you will know, sooner or later. 】

【Ugh……】

[What should Lan Bao do? I can't stand Lan Bao crying, and my heart hurts when he cries. 】

Child A tugged at the hem of her skirt, asked someone to deal with the wall, and then walked back to the office door and stood there.

Sitting on the thick and soft chair, Giotto felt like he was sitting on pins and needles.

He thought of G's clear eyes full of affection, but he tried his best to restrain himself, not even revealing the slightest bit of sadness in front of him... In the past, he was also cautious, afraid that he would find the slightest flaw.

Ciotto's mood became more and more dull as G left, and he couldn't read a single word of the document in front of him.

"Snapped--"

Child A was startled by the voice in the room.She poked her head out and looked at where the sound came from.

—A pen is lying in a corner.

A child remembers that the viewers in the live broadcast gave her a popular science, saying that the nibs of the fountain pens used by Giotto are all hand-polished, and the material is still gold... In short, they are very expensive.But now this pen is lying on the ground with no one caring about it.

It looks like it was thrown out by the owner.

Child A looked up at Giotto.

Giotto supported the elbows of both hands on the table, lowered his head and inserted his hands into his hair, grasping the roots of the soft hair tightly.She couldn't see Giotto's expression, but she could see his hands.

Those hands trembled a little.

Giotto could feel the gaze on his body, but he couldn't recover immediately.He took several deep breaths, barely suppressing the tormenting sense of powerlessness and guilt.

Giotto raised his head and smiled mildly at son-in-law, "Sorry for scaring you."

Son A has never seen Giotto lose his composure like this before, but Giotto like this is particularly uncomfortable.

Child A shook her head, "I should apologize. I disturbed the boss." She went to pick up the pen and handed it to Giotto.

"Thank you." Giotto took the pen and was about to say something when he heard footsteps approaching.

"I'm going out first." A son awkwardly grabbed the hem of her skirt, turned and walked out, just passing by Arnold who came in.

In this case, Giotto will not intentionally ask "what are you doing?"

Arnold walked over to Giotto's table with a strong presence.Just like his character, even if he knew how powerful the enemy was, he would never give up.

Arnold said: "Sure enough, I didn't guess wrong, you always knew."