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"Hui, me? It's so painful!!!"

Gojo Satoru held the bottle tightly and refused to let go, Fu Heihui snatched the bottle from him with black lines all over his face.

He couldn't drink any more, he didn't want to face Mio's smile when he sent him home.

Because he knew that behind that smile was a look like Gojo Satoru, which was terrifying.

After graduating from Jugao, the rare gathering of four teachers and students has now become Gojo Satoru's complaints alone.

No, he didn't dare to complain, he was just telling his bitterness.

"By the way, Mr. Wujo, it's not appropriate for you to talk to me about this kind of thing."

Even after graduating, Knotabagi Yuhito still called Mr. Gojo Satoru all the time, and he couldn't change it.

"Then who are you talking to? Glass? Nana Ming is so proud of being pregnant, Yidizhi only recognizes cats but not women, Ye Moth? I'm surprised that he hasn't become a monk yet!"

Gojo Satoru pursed his lips, looking dissatisfied? Looking at the former student, he muttered non-stop,

"Aren't you also adults? Shouldn't you be talking about adults!"

While helping Fu Heihui to grab the wine bottle, Knotaba Yuhito patted Gojo Satoru's shoulder comfortingly, not sure if his face was flushed because of drinking.

"Don't pay attention to him, you should let him suffer."

Kizaki Wild Rose dragged Yuren who was still working hard back to his original position, and Fuguro Megumi also gave up Gojo Satoru and his wine bottle, holding his forehead as if he had a headache, listening to him continue to complain, oh no, continue to talk about what should not have happened to them Bitterness to hear.

"It's been two months! She didn't let me touch it for two months, drove me to sleep on the sofa, and even set up an enchantment, I couldn't untie it at all!!! I could untie it before!! I? I am the strongest!!!”

"Well, you are the strongest, so have you never reflected on what you did wrong?"

Hearing "the strongest", the three students' eyes collided with each other in the air. They looked at each other silently for a moment, and suddenly thought of a possibility that they had forgotten for a long time.

Those years when I lived in the student dormitory of Jugao, the corners I heard in those years, the "10 minutes" of Gojo Satoru in Mio's dormitory in those years...

The word "reflection" stung Gojo Satoru, and he pretended to be ignorant here with the help of alcohol.

Of course he knew what his wife was angry about.

The cause was a first-year freshman named "Keiko". She found a manga from the old desk that Maki used back then. The name of the protagonist in the manga...

Rokujogo and Mioko, the counterfeit ones are hard for the wife who happened to appear in the classroom to ignore.

"Me? Obviously... hey..."

I obviously bought and destroyed all the comics in Sanlun, but I didn't expect that there would be problems left over from history.

What he didn't finish saying didn't sound like that to the ears of the three classmates. It was a man's confession of his inability to do anything about himself.

The sky and the curse are really deceiving...

Gojo Satoru stared at the wedding ring on his ring finger for a long time, silently buried his head in the crook of his arms, the white heat of the meatball pot lingered around him, and his exposed ears were obviously red.

Like many years ago, Knotweed Yuren quietly took away the coriander balls in his bowl, and secretly replaced it with a piece of seaweed.

Fu Heihui has been staring at the time since just now, 23:59.

"Gojo Satoru, aren't you going home yet? It's almost twelve o'clock."

"Eh? Our house doesn't have access control, my wife knows me? Let me play with you for a while."

Gojo Satoru raised his head, revealing a pair of pale blue eyes to show off,

"She still loves me very much."

After he finished speaking, the time displayed on the screen of Fu Heihui's mobile phone jumped to 00:00.

"Happy birthday! Gojo Satoru, are you sure you don't want to go home now?"

The three classmates clapped their hands to celebrate at the same time, but they remembered how he used to act like a baby with Mio every year on his birthday, doing one thing and another, and Mio just indulged him in such a good temper.

She seemed to have been very patient with him.

What a miserable woman.

"Huh?! Today is the 7th?"

Gojo Satoru threw the wine bottle and suddenly woke up, he got up from the tatami and rushed into the bathroom of Youruhito's apartment.

"Youren, borrow it!!!"

The three of them were speechless when they heard the bottles being moved, the buzzing of the electric razor, and finally the mouthwash making a "rustling" sound in their mouths.

This set of drunk operations? So skillful.

So they were wicked and didn't remind him when he sprayed the perfume, it was Briar Rose's perfume for women.

Gojo Satoru teleported home in a refreshed suit, and was about to push the bedroom door when he suddenly thought of the enchantment his wife had set up, and retreated listlessly to the sofa in the living room.

"come in."

Mio Kiritani, who had changed her surname to Gojo, called softly in the bedroom. Gojo Satoru, who had taken off his coat and was about to lie down on the sofa, immediately put up his ears like a hound, his eyes glowed green in the darkness, and he got out of the sofa with his hands and feet together. Get up, and sneak into the bedroom like a smoke.

He sees that Kiritani Mio's face is not bad, she opened her arms and was about to rush over to hug her, but was pushed away by Kiritani Mio.

"Honey, are you still angry?"

Gojo Satoru quickly stood up, feeling wronged.

Play again.

Kiritani Mio has long been familiar with his routine, and after smelling the unfamiliar scent of women's perfume on him, she folded her arms and raised her eyebrows,

"Explain how you smell."

"I drank too much today..."

Is this not worrying?

"Just like that?"

Gojo Satoru lifted his elbow in doubt and smelled it, his face turned pale,

"My wife, listen to me, this must belong to Kizaki, she is not with Yuren..."

In fact, she probably thought about it, but she just wanted to play tricks on him suddenly, who made him act so fiercely before, and kept screaming no matter what.

"Okay."

Gojo Satoru had been actively hugged by his wife for two months, his eyes widened in surprise, and he was about to go up to have a more in-depth exchange of the relationship between husband and wife, but was pushed out by Kiritani Mio.

"Honey, I? I was so wrong..."

Gojo Satoru's poached tears began to swirl in his eyes, Kiritani Mio see? He couldn't help laughing like this, walked to the bed, and took out a box from under the pillow? Give it to him.

The box? Slender, not too big, and tied with a blue ribbon.

birthday present?The wife wasn't angry, why didn't she let him touch her?

Gojo Satoru twitched in bewilderment, and pulled the ribbon with tears in his eyes.

Inside the box lies a not-so-delicate looking plastic product, which is light and has no texture.But the two red bars in the middle of this chic little thing dazzled his eyes and burned his heart.

"This is, this, this..."

Gojo Satoru shook his hands and began to speak incoherently.

"Husband, happy birthday."

He finally understood why she wouldn't let him touch it.

She is pregnant.

"What about your monthly affairs?"

"I lied to you."

Guarding against him every day, and creating the illusion of being an aunt for two months is also very hard.

"You are good or bad, you."

The shock of the joy of becoming a father for the first time and the effect of alcohol made Gojo Satoru start to choke up with hopeless sobs. In his head, he actually thought more about, great, my wife is not angry.

This time he didn't dare to mess around, he hugged Kiritani Mio carefully, his chin lightly rested on her neck and kept rubbing, he muttered,

"Honey, I? Love you so much. Thank you for the gift you prepared for me. This is the most precious gift besides you."

……

Many years later, Gojo Satoru regretted what he said at the time. He should change "the most precious gift" to "the worst gift".

Gojo Jie, the bastard, was detained for fighting again today. When Kiritani Mio was told by the teacher to pick him up, he had just returned from a business trip, and it was very hard.

He was about to have a "Xiao Bie Sheng newly married" with his wife, when he was cut off by this brat. He hugged Mio Kiritani and acted like a spoiled child. Not only did he look the same as when he was a child, but he also coaxed Mio Kiritani in the same way as him.

"Hey, you're enough! Don't rely on your mother anymore? You're welcome!"

Gojo Satoru couldn't stand him clinging to his mother and would not let go, so he picked up the back of his neck and lifted him up, and Wujojie immediately felt the "suffocation of father's love".

He was grabbing his collar?, staring at the same blue eyes as Gojo Satoru, his short silver hair was messed up on his head stubbornly tilted up, and his two calves kept kicking in the air.

On his face was the same arrogance as he did back then, oh no, now.

"That brat Seven Seas Huixiong? He just deserves a beating."

The bear boy yelled dissatisfied.

Regardless of the reason, brazenly fighting in front of the teacher in the kindergarten is still a bit stupid, Kiritani Mio thinks that this time Gojo Satoru should share with him his experience of those bad behaviors back then.

She kissed the cheek of the expired child who stayed at home, and smiled helplessly,

"I? Go make a call to Nitro, come on."

"Mom, don't! Me? Don't train with Dad!"

Wujojie began to panic, his father's horrible special training did not treat him as a human being at all.

"Father, my brother fights because of me."

Wutiao Wu's clothes were pulled, and the soft voice of Wutiao Qing, the two-year-old Wutiaojie, melted Wutiao Wu's heart, and he also rescued his brother who was still chasing in mid-air in time.

"Baby, shouldn't it be for you~ Your brother is too stupid, fighting in the kindergarten will be stopped by the teacher soon, how can we tell the winner like this, you have to fight hard outside the kindergarten~"

What is the most precious gift, this is the most precious gift!

Except for her light golden pupils, her daughter looks the same as Kiritani Mio when she was a child. Unlike his wife's violent childhood, her daughter is obedient and doesn't talk much. Can she smile sweetly?

Gojo Satoru casually threw Wujojie away, picked up his daughter and gave her a "baji" kiss on her little face.

"That's it! Dad, that's how you are!"

Wu Tiaojie had known for a long time what the silly father would do when he saw his sister, and was already ready to land, yelling loudly while straightening his collar.

"What is it!"

Gojo Satoru turned his face to see that he immediately put on another indifferent face.

"That boy Qihai? Taking advantage of me? Don't pay attention to kissing a sister like you!"

!!!

Nanaming is a guy who blushes when he pulls his hands, his son is so fierce? !

He doesn't believe it!

He turned his head stiffly and looked at his daughter. The daughter didn't quite understand these things, but thought that her brother's description was correct, so she nodded honestly.

Gojo Satoru's pupils trembled.

The lovely daughter was raped by the son of Nanami's family! ! !

She is so young!

"Wife, don't you want to call Nitro?! Son did a good job!!!"

"Eh? I? I'm all done."

There was no Gojo Satoru's response in the living room, and Kiritani Mio felt a bad premonition.

"Mom, Dad has teleported."

Kiritani Mio hurried to the living room, her six-year-old son and four-year-old daughter Qi Qi looked up at her, she sighed helplessly, knelt down and touched the heads of the two children to ask about the situation.

"Father said he went to fight with Uncle Nana Ming."

The daughter held her hand, not quite understanding what was going on, and instinctively told her that things were a little troublesome.

"Baby is fine," Kiritani Mio hugged the restless daughter and kissed her, and told her brother, "Jie, you and your sister are at home, and Mommy will go find Dad."

Kiritani Mio also disappeared in place as she spoke.

It was another happy day for the Wutiao chickens and dogs to jump around.

(End of the article)

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Looking forward to our next meeting~~~~

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