Color painting collection and a certain strongest

"Hey~ I'm here to see you, did you have a good meal without Lan Tang?"

"Yes, Mr. Moth is a very gentle person. He ordered three meals for Hui and me in advance, and they are all delicious dishes."

"Oh, that's how it is......."

"Mr. Gojo, do you want to eat together?"

"Okay."

The sun was still shining brightly at five o'clock in the afternoon, as if God favored Gojo Satoru, he happened to catch up with the rare sunny time, and the beautiful white hair and compelling beauty were photographed in the old alley shining brightly.

It's a pity that there is a pair of dark sunglasses on the bridge of the nose.

The white-haired young man happily waving the dessert bag in his hand seemed to have thought of something suddenly, and he froze in the second sentence, and he had a very strange, twisted expression that was both shriveled and full of confidence .

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Even though he only met him once, Gojo Satoru, relying on his strong ability to make things happen, successfully rushed to the second place in the unreliable list in Fu Heihui's heart.

The first is the eternal Fu Heisher, who will bring his son who is in kindergarten to date women, and his father tops the list.

Fuheshier far away in the Las Vegas casino: Ahhh!

However, Gojo Satoru didn't realize that he was hated by children at all. After learning that Lantang had arranged the basic necessities of life for Fuhei siblings, he raised his sunglasses, accepted the invitation very naturally, and ran to be taken care of by the children.

Of course, he also cared about their lives, but Fu Heihui firmly believed that this person was curious.

Gojo Satoru's 1.9-meter height makes the ordinary residential buildings extremely narrow. However, his face and temperament give people a feeling of young teeth, and it is not at all inconsistent to act like a happy child.

However, once he has a serious expression, his big and bright eyes will bring a lot of pressure to people.

Like now.

Gojo Satoru sat at the dining table and asked seriously: "Won't it be troublesome to eat the food delivered by the restaurant every day? If you come back late, let it be cold. How about I hire a chef for you?"

"No need, Mr. Gojo." Fukurotsu Miki smiled and took the lunch box to the kitchen to heat it up: "Mr. Lantang has instructed that a special person will deliver it to the door. I will still heat it up. Please don't worry."

Fu Heihui: This person is absolutely not worried.

Wujo Gou pursed his lips, and immediately broke his power, muttering in a low voice: "Huh? I'm not worried."

Gojo Satoru looked a little aggrieved, he languished for a while, and then said to Fu Heihui, who was digging out the homework from his schoolbag, as if he wanted to compare something.

"Actually, Lantang also prepares desserts for me every day~"

"Oh."

"There are also flowers~ Lantang sends different flowers every day~"

"Ah."

"Your three meals are from the restaurant, and my desserts are all handmade by Lan Tang!"

So annoying.

Fu Heihui understood a little bit, this person looked very much like a classmate who came to show off his mother's handmade lunch in school.

Although the classmate was hit by the luxurious assassination that Mr. Ye Moth ordered, but he persistently ran to compare it every day, but the hotel that Mr. Ye Moth ordered was not the most luxurious, but more luxurious, so he lost more and more as he fought.

then--

"Wow." A deadpan read.

Just let him win.

Sure enough, the white-haired youth was visibly happy again.

He happily sent a text message, and said in a low voice: "So Nitro is worrying too much, I just said that Lantang will find a way to take care of you."

Fu Heihui: "..."

So, even the belated concern was reminded by others?

Fu Heihui couldn't help but turn dark because of the guardian's unreliability when he heard the words in a low voice, and simply lowered his head and concentrated on writing his homework.

However, Wujo Satoru is here, and it is doomed that there will never be a moment of peace.

After sending the text message, he turned on the TV, changed the channel one by one, and threw the remote control away in boredom.

Gojo Satoru took out a lollipop, peeled off the wrapper and waved it in front of Fu Heihui: "Eat it?"

Fu Heihui is doing homework.

Gojo Satoru brought the lollipop closer, and asked again, "Do you want to eat it~"

Fu Heihui wrote his homework seriously with a blank face: "Don't eat."

"This is my favorite strawberry flavor! It's super delicious! Give it to me!"

Annoyed, Fu Heihui stopped writing, stretched out his head, and opened his mouth.

The lollipop drew a graceful arc and entered...... Gojo Satoru's mouth.

Xiao Fu Heihui had never seen such a bad behavior before, she stared blankly at Wujo Wu, her round black eyes looked cute and cute, Wujo Wu stretched out her hand and pinched the child's face with baby fat.

The blue eyes under the sunglasses are bright and beautiful, flashing with vicious vitality, Gojo Satoru deliberately licks the lollipop like a pranked noble cat, the white fur is all bristled, and is licking its paws Watching the stupid Twoleg's reaction with pride.

It's the most fun for a child to cry.

Gojo Satoru's smile gradually became rampant, and he was ready to take a picture of Black History's mobile phone.

If any woman present, even a five or six-year-old girl, would easily forgive such a prank for the sake of that face.

But Fu Heihui is not, not only is he not, he is also a straight boy brought up by his father who is completely indifferent to the beauty of men.

'Clap. '

In the first grade, the children who had just taken off their little yellow caps had dark eyes slowly filled with tears. They didn't cry like other children after being teased, but sniffled and didn't speak, and burst into tears. It fell with a click.

"Huh?! No, isn't it...."

"Hey! Who is that... Hui, Hui is crying!"

Gojo Satoru panicked, but the proud DK would never apologize, so Gojo Satoru shouted for Miki Fukurotsu, who is the parent of the child.

If Fu Heihui was really crying, Gojo Satoru would definitely not have the slightest guilty conscience, and even the more he cried, the more rampant he would be, and he would laugh and take ten consecutive pictures with his mobile phone.

However, Fu Heihui cried silently, not to mention that it was not fun at all, and it also aroused a trace of guilt left in Gojo Wu's heart.

The little girl who was cooking the meal ran out of the kitchen when she heard the sound, and rushed over with surprise on her childish face.

"Hui? Why are you crying? Is there something wrong?"

Fu Heihui was sobbing softly, and Tsumiji coaxed him, and Gojo Satoru felt that something was wrong all over his body, and he felt like a villain who bullied orphans and widows.

Especially these are the two children raised by Lantang.

I know how much Lantang favors children, especially the five enlightenment claws of well-behaved children.

Reminiscing that Lantang didn't order takeaway for him but ordered for two children, Gojo Satoru became serious.

Couldn't he have found two rivals for himself to distract Lan Tang's attention?

When Gojo Satoru was thinking, Fukurotsu Miki finally asked the reason why Fukurohui suddenly burst into tears. The girl looked at Mr. Guardian with puffed up eyes: "Mr. Gojo! You are too much! You can do this to tease Megumi like this!"

"Is it my fault? I thought he would be crying like other children, and even turned on the camera mode on his phone!"

Tsumiki was shocked by Mr. Guardian's unreliability!

"I want to tell Mr. Lan Tang!"

"Wait! Only this is absolutely impossible!"

"Then please apologize to Hui!"

"Huh—?! Don't! It's obvious that he's not fun at all." Gojo Satoru resisted.

"Then I will sue Mr. Lan Tang!"

"Only this is not allowed, the big deal is to buy you a lot of snacks."

"No! I'm going to call!"

"Are you threatening me?" Gojo Satoru narrowed his eyes.

Fukurotsu Miki took out her cell phone.

"Ah, that's true,"

Gojo Wu was aggrieved: "It's a big deal not to tease him next time, it's okay!"

This wave is a big victory for the Fuhei siblings!

When it was time to eat, Wujo Gou intercepted all the meat slices with a vengeance.

The Fuhei siblings graze calmly.

Gojo Satoru looked at the pile of meat that he had caught to death, and was silent for a moment. In the end, his face-saving mood prevailed. He gritted his teeth and stuffed all the caught meat into his stomach, and managed to not want to eat it for a day meat.

The Fuhei siblings continue to mix meat and vegetables.

Gojo Satoru, revenge failed.

Gojo Satoru unwillingly tried to show off:

"I have a friend who receives flowers and desserts from another friend every day."

Gossip is a woman's nature, and Tsumiki, who was not very angry, immediately ended her ignoring attitude and tried to know more.

"Really, flowers are sent every day."

"That's right, and the flowers are different every day. My friend and his friend have the best relationship. No one else can get in."

There's something wrong with that.

Fu Heihui opened his mouth and closed it again.

Idiots know that the only person who can send things to Gojo Satoru every day is Mr. Noctua, and Tsumiki should not misunderstand...

"Huh?" Tsumiji's eyes lit up: "Is that friend pursuing Mr. Gojo?"

Fu Heihui was stunned.

Gojo Satoru was stunned.

A lingering theme song came from the TV, and the male voice hummed softly and lovingly.

There was a dizzy feeling in the brain, and the cheeks seemed to be a little hot. What's more, it was hidden in the bottom of my heart, mixed with possessive excitement, like the suppressed magma in a volcano, about to spew out.

He opened his mouth.

"......what?"

"Ahem, I mean," Fukurotsu Miki tried to gossip, "What kind of flowers does that friend send most often?"

what flower......

Gojo Satoru stammered: "Mei, Rose?"

"Sure enough, it's a pursuit!" It's unbelievable that someone is pursuing Mr. Gojo!

Gojo Satoru stared straight at the void, his blue eyes trembling, and his long snow-colored eyelashes trembling extremely quickly.

For a moment, the white-haired young man seemed to show an indescribable expression, mixed with distortion, madness, intoxication, and some obscure emotions that the Fuhei siblings who were still in primary school could not understand, like love, but not like love. like.

They were taken aback.

However, when I looked closely, that beautiful face was still in a daze, as if it had never changed its expression.

half an hour.

Gojo Satoru said slowly: "I probably understand..."

Gojo Wu's bright blue eyes were about to shine, and the corners of his mouth were raised wildly, but he wanted to suppress his face, and his entire facial expression was distorted.

"So Lan Tang likes me!"

Fukurotsu Miki: "Huh? Wait...."

"It's decided! When Lan Tang comes back, I will reluctantly agree to his confession!"

"Hey? Hey——?!!!"

Is it Mr. Lan Tang? ? ?

indeed.

These two people are equally good-looking and handsome, equally powerful and wealthy, but their personalities are polarized, one is gentle, careful and elegant, and the other is irritable, careless and casual.

It looks quite complementary in this way...it's strange!

Tsumiji said something wrong and tried to make up for it: "Wait, wait!!! If it's Mr. Lan Tang, Mr. Lan Tang is French, isn't it normal for French people to send flowers to friends, there is no ambiguity at all."

Fu Heihui nodded in agreement.

The expressions of the two children were completely shocked, and even Tsumiki felt that...

What kind of peaches is this person thinking about? ? ?

so.......

"Mr. Gojo, you misunderstood......"

However, Wujo Satoru only listened to what he wanted to hear, and he was full anyway, so he just got up and ran away happily.

"Bye bye~ I will let you be flower girls after marriage~"

In the next second, Gojo Satoru disappeared directly outside the door.

Only Fukurotsu Miki and Fukurohui were left sitting in the room.

In the silence, only the sound of the turned on TV echoed.

Fukurotsu Miki turned to look at her younger brother.

"Hui, did I do something wrong? QAQ"

Fu Heihui turned his head: "Two idiots."

'click'

The door that had just been closed opened again, and a black-haired young man walked in. He had a bun, a bang hanging from his forehead, and slender eyebrows and eyes.

After Xia Youjie closed the door, he turned around and saw the stunned Fu Hei siblings, and he knocked on the door meaningly.

"Sorry for not saying hello beforehand, for the interruption."

"Ah...no, please come in." Fukurotsu Miki regained her senses, but couldn't help but ask, "Didn't you see Mr. Gojo?"

Fu Heihui: "How did you get in?"

"I didn't see Wu, as for how he got in..." Xia Youjie blinked: "When Lan Tang sent you back, he left a pair of 'any door'-like spells beside the door. One of them, as long as a specific person enters the spell power in one of them, they can reach the place where the matching spell is located."

"Is that the golden door that sent us back..." Fukurotsu Miki also remembered, but——

"Why didn't Mr. Wujo go through that door?"

"Wu probably forgot." Xia Youjie came to a conclusion, and had no intention of catching up with Wutiao Wushao and causing Wutiao Wushao to take a wronged road.

He smiled and raised the boxes and bags in his hand: "I brought a box of milk and other things, where do I want to put them?"

"Ah, it cost you money."

"It's okay, by the way, why do you have such strange expressions? What happened?"

.........

On the other end, Lan Tang, who didn't know anything, took the task of going to Yayuan.

On the coffee table in front of the sofa was a large stack of densely printed papers, which were the content and evidence of Lan Tang's high-level "spell recovery" plan.

The scattered papers testify to how flustered and angry the person who just flipped through it was.

The old man's face was sullen with lingering anger, he found a document from the locked drawer and put it in front of Lan Tang, his expression was very ugly.

"After completing this task, you can skip a grade and graduate."

"Is there a problem with the task?" Affirmative sentence.

"Humph."

Leyan Temple Jiashen did not speak, but silently acquiesced.

The revival of spells is a plan that has been going on for nearly a hundred years. People who are not willing to have these rights in their hands completely disregard the lives of ordinary people, intending to let the world fall under the spewing spells, so as to gain power.

It should have been completed and implemented in recent years, but Ye Molantang and Wujo Satoru turned out, which directly disrupted the pace of those people.

After learning that most people in the conservative faction were secretly planning a 'spell revival', no matter how much he hated Ye Molan Tang's extreme behavior, he knew that nothing would happen to Ye Mo Lan Tang.

"Yahara is a gathering place for a small number of monsters. Unlike magic spirits, monsters have thoughts."

The old man gave a cold reminder.

"Some weak monsters have strange abilities, don't underestimate them."

The author has something to say: 5t5 is crazy criticism, crazy criticism, the reason why he has always been normal is because he has satisfied everything he wants, so he looks like a little boy who likes to act like a baby.

But in fact, now that he's enlightened, Lan Tang, who doesn't love him, will start to be unable to satisfy him.

.感谢在2021-02-2719:32:06~2021-03-0118:44:57期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 20 bottles of yukari; 10 bottles of Dongnan, Yaoxinhan, and Yuexia Qingwu;

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