The daily life of Shier and 5t5

——"If you want to confess and lose a hundred million in a bet, I won't blame you." This sentence lingered on Wutiao Wu's tongue, and then swallowed it back into his stomach.

Fortunately, I didn't say it.

Because the next thing Shi Er said was "thank you these few days".

When he said this in a low voice, he coughed lightly, shifted his gaze slightly, and his slender eyelashes concealed his emotions.

Wujo Wu's heart moved.

The sky and the tyrant also have times when they feel embarrassed.

"Mai Maki is on the one hand, Hui is on the other hand, and..." Shi Er stroked his short hair, "In short, I will spend less money next month."

Gojo Satoru looked at him calmly.

Shi Er glared at him impatiently: "What are you looking at?"

Gojo Satoru smiled: "How can I thank you?"

"Keep an inch." Shi'er glanced at the kids and sighed, "Forget it, I'll treat you to a meal when I'm free these few days."

When entering the high-end restaurant, Gojo Gojo straightened his collar, still thinking about where Shier got the money to treat him to dinner.

Before, he specifically asked Nitzi to refer to what kind of formal attire to wear. Now he is wearing a neat black suit with a white rose pinned to his chest. He finally has the appearance of a rich young master.

He put the sunglasses in his suit pocket, planning not to use them all night.

——After all, there is a big difference between looking at a black ball of zero mana power and watching Fuheshier himself.

Gojo Satoru quickly found that person, and was annoyed to find that the guy who asked him out was still wearing loose bloomers + black tight short-sleeves.

"..."

Really super casual.

Doesn't this seem like a fool for him who was seriously preparing? !

Shi Er took a look at him and joked, "Yo, it's so formal, are there any arrangements later?"

Wujo Wupi smiled but didn't smile, with "I'm not happy" written all over his face.

Shi Er raised his eyebrows and didn't add fuel to the fire.

This continued until the first strawberry mousse arrived.

The two reached out to carry the plate at the same time, looked at each other, and saw the determination in each other's eyes.

Gojo Satoru: "?"

Shir: "?!"

No one would give in. After a few seconds of stalemate, the dessert plate split in two, and the mousse cake fell into a corpse in the middle.

Shi'er dipped his fingers into a piece of butter and stuffed it into his mouth, and said with a smile, "I never thought that the young master Wutiao would like sweets, what a shame."

"You don't understand this, big boys will look cute if they eat sweets." Wujo Wu raised his legs, "On the contrary, Shier, who is still obsessed with strawberry mousse after becoming a father, will be laughed at by his son."

Shi Er's expression froze, and he whispered, "There's no need to tell Hui about this kind of thing."

It doesn't matter if others laugh at him for his love of sweets, but if his son finds out, it will be a big deal, and the prestige he has managed to establish will be defeated by "liking desserts".

"It depends on your performance." Wujo Wu took time off.

"Tsk." Shi Er rang the bell and said to the waiter, "Add two more strawberry mousse."

Dessert was served soon, and the two men ate a spoonful each, and their anger disappeared immediately, like two cats who had eaten fish, dormant, lazy and satisfied.

"So," Gojo Satoru bit his fork, "how can I thank the Chanyuan family?"

"Anyway, I already owe you so much, and it's okay to owe you a little more." Shi Er licked his lips.

He observed the baby's face for a while, and found that he couldn't get away with it, so he reluctantly forked the strawberry on top of the mousse and put it on the other party's mousse.

However, Gojo Satoru ate the tribute strawberry and still stared at him without blinking.

Like a cat waiting to be fed.

"I'm poor and white, what else can I give you." Shi Er laughed, "Maybe you want me to promise you with your body—I'm very expensive."

"How much is a night?" Gojo Satoru stared at him and asked.

Shi Er couldn't tell if he was joking, so he said the number casually: "A full set of 50."

"Are you proficient at asking prices?" Gojo Gojo made a final decision, "That's it."

Shi Er sneered: "Hey, you can't be serious."

"It's okay, Kei won't know. Come to me after he falls asleep—how ​​about 11:30 tonight?" Gojo Satoru said seriously, "I happen to have no tasks tomorrow morning."

The smile on Shir's face froze for a moment.

……what?

No way, really?