Port Mafia's strongest son-in-law

"Hey! What are you going to do, bastard Wujo?!!!"

The angry roar mixed with the angry snapping of the tongue echoed throughout the lobby on the first floor.

Everyone stopped their actions and conversations and looked over.

I saw a petite and tall figure standing at the door. The summer night breeze gently blew the overcoat on his shoulders, and the hanging sleeves were slightly raised. He turned his back to the darkness outside, as if walking through it. Bright, shaking off a body of dust.

He must have been in a hurry when he came.

"Zhongye!" Wujo Wu's eyes lit up, and he ran towards Zhongye with his long legs.

But it's only three days.

It's just that I haven't seen this person for three days.

A feeling called nostalgia blooms quietly in Wujo Wu's heart.It spread bit by bit, slowly and undetectably like weathering, but by the time he regained consciousness, it had already become so profound.

"Ah, the Lord is here." Luanbu muttered in a low voice, then took Poe's hand, turned and walked towards the long table full of food.

"Let's go, Popo."

Edgar Allan Poe felt the temperature in his hands, and the half of his face exposed under his bangs couldn't help but blush slightly.

"Ranbu, there are too many people here." Edgar Allan Poe leaned over and whispered close to Luanbu's ear.

He kind of wants to go back, or find a quiet corner to hide for a while.

"Don't be afraid, Popo, Master Ranpo will protect you!" Luanbu stood in front of Edgar Allan Poe, like a knight who can overcome thorns and thorns for the princess, and said firmly, "So you just follow Master Ranpo to enjoy Let's eat!"

"I... I am not afraid!" Edgar Allan Poe suddenly felt a surge of courage when he heard this.

He instantly stood up straight, puffed out his chest to show that he was not afraid, but secretly he still tightened the hand he was holding.

Ranpo didn't break through his disguise, and he took Poe to enjoy the food in a good mood.

His Popo, working hard and bravely for him, is so cute.

Chuya frowned, his orange hair was a little messy.He looked at the bustling scene around him, sneered, and mercilessly kicked away the culprit who caused all this.

"Chuya, don't be so irritable when you finally come back." Wujo Satoru turned around and dodged, taking advantage of the opportunity to hug Zhongya from behind, "No matter who makes Chuya always avoid me, I have no choice."

Gojo Goku rubbed his long-lost neck, his muffled voice sounded a bit pitiful.

He lowered his head, and his long snowy hair drooped, casting quite a shadow on the eye mask.

He is accustomed to using such methods, showing a little weakness in front of Chuya, and once the opponent shows signs of loosening, he can directly hit the snake with the stick.

This method is simple and has been tried and tested.

But this time, Zhong also obviously didn't want to get used to his problem.

"Hehe." Zhong Ye sneered, "Why am I hiding from you? I just don't want to see you!"

Chuu also tried hard to break away from Gojo Satoru's embrace, but there was a huge difference in strength and size, so he couldn't get away no matter what.

"Let go of me!" Zhong Ye said harshly.

"No." Gojo Satoru refused, tightening his arms a little stubbornly.

The two stalemate for a while, neither of them compromised.

Veins popped up on Zhongye's forehead.

Damn, why is this guy so strong? !

People in the surrounding port Mafia wanted to see the gossip of the legendary white-haired blind man and Mr. Chuya, but due to the strong low pressure of Chuya, no one dared to look at it blatantly. They just glanced here from time to time.

"Teacher Gojo!"

An energetic voice sounded, and a boy with cherry-colored short hair walked towards this side while waving his hand in discount.

"Youren?"

Chuya: "..." Youren?Why does this name sound familiar?

"Ah?" Yuzu Yujin was stunned when he saw Zhong Zhong in Gojo Satoru's arms, and then suddenly realized, "Oh! This is... Mistress!"

Isn't a sorority just a big blind date bureau?

Knotweed Yuhito's mind: the person the teacher is holding = the person the teacher likes = the person the teacher likes = teacher's wife.

It must be so!

Knotabagi Yourhito gave himself a big thumbs up in his heart.

"You kid..." Don't talk nonsense!Who is your mistress? !I am a man! ! !

Chuya gritted his teeth, and only halfway through the words, he was interrupted by Gojo Satoru.

"Ah, Yuhito, you're awake, did you sleep well?" Gojo Satoru was in a very happy mood, and the arc of the corner of his mouth continued to expand.

Yuren, you are indeed my lovely student, so you can talk a little bit more.

He was so discerning, almost as discerning as he was.

Thinking of this, his arms could not help but tighten again.

"Yeah, it's pretty good." The boy stroked the back of his head, showing a hearty smile.

"Did Yuren come here with Mr. Sakaguchi? If you don't go to say hello, it will be very difficult to find you, Mr. Sakaguchi."

"Ah..." Katsuobu Yuren received Gojo Satoru's suggestion, swallowed what he wanted to say, and immediately changed his words, "Then I won't disturb the time between the teacher and his wife, I will go to Mr. Sakaguchi, by the way Go see Senior Goujuan again."

"Told me..."

Before he could refute, he was interrupted by Gojo Satoru again.

"Well, let's go." Gojo Satoru wrapped one hand around Chuya's waist, raised the other hand and waved away.

"Then, goodbye, teacher." The boy smiled and waved goodbye to the teacher, before disappearing into the crowd in a blink of an eye.

The moment Kojohito left, Chuya suddenly remembered something.

Yuren... Knotweed Yuren... wait, isn't that Knotweed Yuren... Chuuya was instantly shocked.

Was it a ghost who spoke to them just now?It's night now, and it's normal for ghosts to appear... right...

"Hey, that one just now, it's Knotweed Yuren..."

Gojo Gojo looked thoughtfully at the back of Hirohito Hirohito leaving, and when he heard Chuya's question, he nodded subconsciously: "Yes, yes."

Perhaps the child himself has not noticed the change in himself.

"Didn't you say that Knotweed Yuren... died?"

"That's right." Gojo Satoru nodded, "He came back to life after he died."

I haven't seen you in just a few days, Youruto has grown a lot taller. Although his facial features still look a little immature, they are obviously much tougher.It seems that he grew up overnight, and he already looks like a mature adult from the outside.

Moreover, the curse and him have become more closely integrated.

No, that kind of feeling is not like fusion, but like being removed from impurities and becoming more pure.

And, it was the feeling of curse that got purer.

Sleeping for so many days, what happened to you?Yourhito.

Chuya: "..." Don't make such a weird thing like resurrection from the dead into something so commonplace as if you're hungry after eating, hey!

However, Zhong also quickly noticed Gojo Satoru's absent-mindedness. He looked up, and sure enough, the other party was still staring at the direction where Kojou Yuhito left.

"Hey, haven't you seen enough?" Holding Lao Tzu in her arms, but looking at other men? !

Wujowu, you are doing well!

Zhong also thought angrily.

"Huh?" Gojo Satoru withdrew his gaze, lowered his eyes to look at the person in his arms, "Is Zhong also jealous?"

"No!" Zhong also immediately denied it.

What is jealousy? !How could he be jealous? !He's just still mad at this guy!

"I'm very happy." Gojo Satoru buried his face in the crescent of Chuya's neck, and rubbed him very affectionately like a big cat.

"But Yuren is just my student, Chuya is the one I like~"

The soft hair tail brushed against the soft flesh of Nakaya's neck and shoulders, and the warm breath sprayed on the sensitive neck. The numb itching made his body stiff.

He said that he cared more about what Wujo Satoru had just said.

Although Wujo Satoru made it clear that he wanted to pursue him, he never expressed his feelings so straightforwardly.

Qi and blood surged, and his cheeks instantly turned red into cute little tomatoes.

What is this guy talking nonsense about? !

Zhong also struggled a lot.

"Bastard Wutiao, let me go!"

"No, Chuuya is jealous~" Gojo Satoru lowered his head and rubbed again.

If you don't let go, you won't let go, how can you let go so easily even if you are finally hugged?