Port Mafia's strongest son-in-law

Gojo Satoru carried the sleeping Nakaya out of the Mafia building at the port.This is the bustling area of ​​Yokohama, even in the middle of the night, it is still a bustling scene full of traffic and lights.

Like a city that never sleeps.

Gojo Satoru looked down at Nakaya's sleeping face, and the sharpness and strength of the sober person faded away, leaving only the cuteness and cuteness that can only be revealed when he is unconscious.

Nakaya leaned on Gojo Satoru's arms with a trusting attitude, and fell asleep peacefully, filling Gojo Satoru's entire heart in an instant.

That was the steadfastness he had never had before. He felt a kind of tranquility from life, a sense of stability in the midst of the ordinary, bustling, and hustle and bustle.

He doesn't yearn for the boring and ordinary life of ordinary people, but it doesn't mean he won't feel the tranquility of the years at this time.

"Chuya, when everything is over, let's live like this for a while." He whispered in his ear, as if he was afraid of waking the person in his arms.

Gojo Satoru walked under the bright street lights, the shadow behind him was stretched very long and lighted very faintly.

To be honest, he didn't know where to take Zhongya, and there was no way to take Zhongya to open a room.

Because his ID card was "accidentally" dropped into the trash by him...

In the past few days, apart from playing the piano outside the Mafia building in the port, he is living in Frankstein's temporary ward.

Thanks to Dr. Frankenstein for kindly providing accommodation.

"Didi——" a sound interrupted Wujo Satoru's thoughts. He asked Chuuya to lean on his shoulder, and changed into a holding position with one hand, and took out the phone with the other hand.

It was a message from Dazai, and the content was the address of Nakaya's house.

Gojo Satoru smiled.

Just as he was about to put away his phone, another message came:

"Wu-jun, Zhong also drank too much, don't miss such a great opportunity, it's best to keep him from getting out of bed."

Gojo Wu: "..." I don't know why, but he actually read the meaning of venting his anger from it.

Gojo Satoru suddenly felt that it was not unreasonable for the relationship between Chuya and Dazai to reach this level.

Although what Dazai said was right, he was indeed a little moved.

but!Is he the type to take advantage of others?

Of course he is not.

Then the next second, Gojo Satoru arrived at his door with Nakaya in his arms.Follow Dazai's prompt to find the key and enter the house.

Gojo Satoru felt a little unhappy.Why does Dazai know Chuu so well?Even if the family knows everything about it?

He stood at the entrance and looked around.

Chuya's home is very spacious, or rather empty.

Except for the bathroom and cloakroom, the living room, bedroom and kitchen are all open, and the display is clear at a glance.

In a simple European style, the main colors are white and log colors.There is no furniture, except for the bed, and the largest item is probably the thermostatic wine cabinet that almost occupies one wall and acts as an ornament.

The wine cabinet is full of beautiful things in eyes, and all kinds of precious wines are displayed in it.

There is a bottle of drunk wine on the coffee table in the living room, and there is still some residue in the goblet next to it, which seems to have been drunk not long ago.

Gojo Satoru also changed his clothes, and then put him on the bed.

As soon as he touched the bed, Zhong Ye immediately shrunk himself into a ball and sank into the quilt. The bed was originally big enough to sleep four adult men, so the person in the middle of the bed seemed pitifully petite.

Gojo Satoru couldn't hold back, leaned over and kissed Zhongya on the forehead.

Just as he was about to look up, he couldn't help kissing again.

Zhong is really good when he is asleep.Gojo Satoru suddenly let go of his strength, his upper body fell into Chuya's quilt, and buried his head into his arms through the quilt.

The warm and soft cloth wrapped his cheeks, and he began to laugh silently, his shoulders trembled and he couldn't make a sound.

He didn't expect, nor did he think, that one day he would do this for one.

Restraining one's own desires, putting away one's fangs, even putting oneself at a disadvantage.

Chuya, you can't let me down.

Finally Gojo Satoru had had enough of laughing, and when he raised his body, there was still a hint of a slightly crazy smile on his lips.He carefully tucked in the quilt for Nakaya, brushed away his messy hair, and lowered his head again.

The last kiss of the day, the man on the bed, on the light lips.

Good night, Zhongya.

Gojo Satoru consciously didn't go to bed, but nestled in the single sofa in the room.

A mature man of 1.9 meters is nestled on a single sofa less than one meter wide. No matter how he looks at it, he feels wronged and pitiful.

So the next day, when Chuya woke up, this was what he saw.

Because of the hangover, he had a splitting headache, his stomach was churning, and his vision was slightly blurred.

He closed his eyes slowly, and when he opened his eyes again, he saw Wujo Wu curled up like a shrimp on the single sofa in front of the bed. Although he seemed to be sleeping soundly, he might not be sleeping comfortably. Se's lips were tightly pursed, looking very aggrieved.

I guess the brows under the blindfold were also furrowed.also thought of.

"Tsk, this guy..." Wouldn't he really sleep like this all night?Why are you so honest?You won't do anything weird, will you?

Zhong Ye was speechless with impatience, while enduring his headache, he moved to the side of the bed and wanted to get out of bed.

But I saw something on the bedside table.

A cup of water.

The transparent glass was mostly filled with water, and the hot air condensed into countless tiny water droplets hanging on the inner wall of the glass.

a glass of warm water.

Zhong also picked up the cup, the temperature was just right for drinking, and it was warm in the palm of his hand, even a little hot.

"Hmph, do you think I won't be angry with you if you think you please me in this way?"

Zhong also snorted coldly with great disdain, and then drank all the water in the glass in one go.

The warm water soothed the limbs, and the headache and stomach pain eased a little.

Zhong Ye held the empty cup in his hand, feeling so moved.Why is this guy so soft-hearted?hateful!

He put down his water glass and glanced at the time. He was about to go to work.

He put on his clothes and tidied himself up, and when he was about to go out and passed Wujo Wu, he backed away.

It's okay to sleep on the sofa and pretend to be pitiful, without even covering it with a quilt.Zhong also frowned.

He took off the coat from his shoulders and covered Gojo Satoru.

Then he went out like this.

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However, everyone in the Central Plains himself didn't feel much about these gossips.

Hearing the sound of the door lock, the person who was still asleep on the bed suddenly moved. He put the coat covering his body into his arms little by little, and then sat up suddenly.

Zhongye's coat still carries Zhongye's body temperature~

The high arc of the corner of his mouth made him look like an idiot.

"Become a carefree butterfly and soar on the sparkling breeze, now..."

Wutiaowu: "..."

He picked up the phone, and the voice of Ango Sakaguchi came from the other end.

"Moses Moses."

"I'm sorry to disturb you so early, Mr. Gojo."

"So what's the matter?" Wujo Satoru asked.

"Actually, uh...your student, Knotabagi Yuhito seems to be crazy."

Wutiaowu: "..."

Why does his lovely student always find something for him to do?