[Comprehensive] The male gods are reborn

The location of the calligraphy exhibition is in the art gallery in the center of Kyoto.

Mochizuki Huali has always been obsessed with calligraphy. Now that she heard about the famous calligraphy exhibition in Kyoto, she would never miss it even if she was not invited by Qinzi.

"It is said that Kukai is the calligraphy tutor of Emperor Saga in Heian Sanbi Ri."

A strange and deep male voice suddenly sounded behind him, with a touch of sarcasm mixed in his tone.

"As far as I see Kukai's "Fengxincho" and Emperor Saga's "Kitakaji" put together, it is obvious that Emperor Saga's brushwork is better."

Warm breath came from her ears, Mochizuki Huali came back to her senses, she was too immersed in admiring the calligraphy master's works just now, she didn't even know when the man behind her came and got so close to her.

Pursing her lips, the girl subconsciously took a step aside, about to turn her head to look behind her.

"Shh, don't move around."

The silver-white long-haired man in a black windbreaker and a black top hat quickly reached out and hugged the girl in front of him. He tilted his head slightly, with a cold and malicious smile on his lips, "Miss Mochizuki Group ,first meet."

"Well."

The man's left hand wearing a black glove was covering his lips unceremoniously, Mochizuki Huali's body was stiff, and the man's movement of wrapping himself in his arms with one hand at this moment might be more appropriate to put it bluntly as confinement.

"Your father is very wise. The Mochizuki Group has nothing against the organization."

Kurosawa Yuri's light-colored thin lips attached to the girl's earlobe, and she touched it lightly as if kissing, "Miss Mochizuki, don't worry, I have no reason to hurt you."

Ignoring the man's overly intimate gesture, Mochizuki Huali lowered her eyes and nodded obediently, even though her heartbeat sped up uncontrollably.

"So nice."

With his right hand still hugging the girl in his arms intimately, Kurosawa Yuki's left hand, which was wearing a leather glove, slid slightly down and gently pinched Mochizuki Huali's soft chin, forcing her to turn her face away.

"Look at me." The man's voice was as cold and deep as ice.

It can be said that Mochizuki Huali has encountered very few kidnappings since she was a child, but Mochizuki Naoki has not let go of the crisis response when encountering gangsters.

Therefore, the girl was very cooperative with the request that she was obviously a kidnapper in front of her. Her emerald-like eyes obediently raised up, and Mochizuki Huali met the dark green pupils of the man slightly covered by the silver hair.

"Beautiful green eyes."

Kurosawa Yuki leaned over, and his thin lips with coolness directly covered the corners of the girl's delicate eyes.

It was exactly the same as the green eyes in the dream when he rescued him from the hand of death, which made him really uncontrollable and wanted to possess it completely by himself.

Sensing the man's intention to approach, Mochizuki Huali closed her eyes without resisting her subconscious mind, and then the girl clearly felt that the man's confinement was lessened, and the strange body temperature gradually left her.

When she opened her eyes again, the kidnapper was no longer in front of her eyes.

The mobile phone in the lady's bag suddenly vibrated, and Mochizuki Huali finally breathed a sigh of relief silently when she saw the incoming call belonging to Kotoko Murakami displayed on the screen of the mobile phone.

"Little Huali, where are you now?"

On the first floor of the art museum, Kotoko Murakami looked at the flow of people in front of her with some headaches. It seemed like a blink of an eye just now, and she found that her friend had just quietly disappeared into the vast crowd.

"I'm on the second floor, Qin Zi waits for me at the entrance of the museum, I'll come right now."

Mochizuki Huali explained in a somewhat apologetic voice.

She looked at the second floor, and there were indeed relatively few people. After all, the "Ping An Sanbi" area on the second floor of the art museum is always open, and the first floor is the focus of this calligraphy exhibition. Naturally, there are people onlookers It's all crowded on the first floor.

Mochizuki Huali's footsteps were soft, and after hanging up the phone, she walked towards the stairs.

Then the girl saw the golden-haired boy squatting in the corner near the stairs, so lost with a golden-haired boy who was lost with his master, "Kise-kun?"

"Mochizuki sauce!"

Kise Ryota, who was squatting in the corner with nothing to do and growing mushrooms, jumped up as if he had a chicken blood in an instant when he heard the girl's gentle voice.

Obviously, the boy's figure above 190 can be said to be far superior to his peers, but at this moment, his orange eyes showed a look of grievance that did not match his tall figure.

Kise Ryota's originally clear voice was lowered, and the big golden retriever who was thrown away by the owner inexplicably said almost accusingly, "I missed you in the blink of an eye just now."

"Sorry, Kise-kun, it was my fault."

Huang Lailiang flattened his mouth too much, thinking that he couldn't just let this matter go, otherwise wouldn't it look like he was very easy to pass?

"That's not an example." He heard himself say so.

Mochizuki Huali smiled and nodded, "Hi."

After walking around for a while, it was basically mid-afternoon, the sun was westward, and the sky was gradually getting darker.

Because it was settled by Kise Ryota's treat at noon, Murakami Kotoko felt that since Kise-kun's intention to pursue Xiao Huali had been so obvious, she would help her friend to come back no matter what.

The dishes were ordered by Murakami Kotoko. As a qualified little fan, she naturally knows a thing or two about the taste of the former male god.

"Grilled onion soup with gravy is served, please use it slowly."

Although he said that the dishes are casual, seeing the waiter bring up the roasted onion soup in a white cup and put it on the table, Kise Ryota still felt very happy in his heart.

Then he saw the waiter continue to bring up a plate of avocado and eel multicolored rolls, followed by eel fried shrimp sushi, eel thick egg yakiniku, Kabayaki eel soup, eel...

Kise Ryota, "..." vomit.

"Does Murakami-san like eel very much?"

The handsome and sunny smile on Kise Ryota's face is almost unstoppable, and the table is almost full of eels now...

"So-so." Murakami Kotoko waved his hand modestly, and the smile on his mouth was not too obvious, "I just heard that the eighteen lines of eels in this restaurant are very famous, so I'll just order it out of curiosity."

Kise Ryota, "...Oh." Couldn't laugh.

The author has something to say:

The character design is borrowed, but Kurosawa Ji is an original character.