Port Mafia's strongest son-in-law

Chuya opened the takeaway box after Gojo Gojo left. When the lid was lifted, the smell of butter and milk came to the face. Two half-round potatoes of yellow color were placed in the lunch box, covered with melted cheese slices. It looks very appetizing.

Zhong also used the small spoon provided inside to dig a spoonful and put it in his mouth.

The heat preservation measures of the takeaway are well done. After such a long time, the top is still steaming after opening.The potatoes are soft, glutinous and sweet, and melt in the mouth, accompanied by butter and cheese milk, warming to the heart.

Chuya: "..." Although I don't want to admit it, that guy's taste is not bad.

But he still doesn't like the sweet taste.

There is also a spoon in his mouth, thinking so.

Thinking of Gojo Satoru, he suddenly remembered.

That guy has no money and no ID card, so he won't really sleep on the street or on a park bench at night, right?

Or get him back?Zhongye paced back and forth in the room, feeling very complicated.

His entanglement lasted for more than two hours, and finally he decided to ask first.

After all, someone has a history of running trains with his mouth full.

If Gojo Satoru didn't sleep in those places, then there is only one place he most likely went to...

Zhong also took out his mobile phone and made a call.

The person on the other end of the phone seemed a little busy, and it took about a minute to answer the phone.

"Doctor Frankenstein?"

"Oh, Xiaozhong too," Frankstein on the other end of the phone didn't expect him to call, and asked a little surprised, "Why did you think of calling me? What's the matter?"

"Uh...that's how it is." Chuya paused and said, "Gojo Satoru has been staying with you recently?"

"Ah... yes...he has been staying with me for the past few days."

"Okay, I see." Why did he hear a feeling of gnashing his teeth?

"Hehe...Speaking of which, Xiaozhong also~" Frankenstein suddenly sneered twice.

"Huh? What's wrong?"

Chuu was also terrified by the two laughs, and he seemed to be able to feel Frankenstein's real resentment and demonic terrifying and unknown aura through the phone line.

"Speaking of that damn brat," Frankstein said grimly, "don't forget to make it up to me afterwards."

Zhong Ye: "..."

Sure enough, he was so angry that even his tone changed.

"That stinky boy not only eats and lives with me for nothing, but also tampers with my experimental equipment."

"Huh? Why did he ask me to pay for what he broke?"

"Isn't he your boyfriend?" Frankenstein said logically, "and he doesn't even have any money now, so he can't afford to pay for my appliances."

Very good, Gojo Satoru.

"The check will be delivered to your desk tomorrow." Nakaya said with a smile on his face.

"That couldn't be better." Frankenstein's mood improved a little, "but anyway, why hasn't that brat come back yet? Can you call him and ask him to come back soon, if it's later, I'll We're going to lock the door to the lab."

He just asked Xiu Yi to finish dinner with him.That white-haired brat is really hateful.

It actually delayed the time for him and Xiuyi to eat.

Frankstein, who has always been strict with time, couldn't help but harden his fists.

"You haven't gone back yet?" Zhong also frowned.

Didn't you leave early?Why haven't you gone back yet?

"He may have some mission sent by Jugao." Zhongya guessed, "If he comes back, please let the doctor tell me."

"Okay, I'll let you know if he comes back, and you don't have to worry."

"I'm not worried about him!!!"

"Ah... is that right? You didn't worry and you called here~"

"How could I worry about him?! He doesn't need to call me when he comes back!"

With a "snap", Zhongya hung up the phone, put down the phone and muttered in a low voice: "Who should worry about that guy, bastard."

He looked up at the clock again, it was already past eight o'clock, he threw the phone aside casually, speechless irritably.

"Tsk, damn it, where did you go!"

……

"Beep beep..."

Frankenstein: "..."

Frankenstein, who was standing in front of the experimental table, looked at the hand that had been hung up, and smiled helplessly.

"It's obvious that you are very concerned, why don't you admit it, isn't it good to be frank?"

Well, but he can't control others anymore, he hasn't dealt with this kind of thing well yet.

Next, he had to deal with another even more difficult brat.

Strange, why does he always deal with little ghosts recently?

The old man, who is nearly forty years old, was in doubt while cleaning up the laboratory bench.

At this time, the door of the laboratory was opened from the outside, and a hoarse and deep voice called out his name.

"Fran."

He knows who it is without looking back, because in this world, only this person can call him that.

"You're here? Sit down and wait for me, I'll pack it up soon."

The person who came did not obediently sit aside as he said, but came over quietly and put his hands around Frankenstein's waist from behind.

Frankenstein paused, a sharp light flashed across his blue eyes, then he chuckled and let him go.

"I'll help you." The man whispered in his ear.

The man was a little shorter than Frankenstein, and he rested his head on Frankenstein's shoulder, as if he was kissing his shoulder from a distance, and the hand passing through his waist picked up the test tube Frankenstein wanted to take accurately.

He seemed to be able to read Frankenstein's thoughts behind his back, and put the disorganized utensils back one by one.

Frankenstein didn't speak, and let the man fiddle with the experimental items that he usually regarded as a treasure.

"All right."

After borrowing the man's hand to clean up everything, Frankenstein turned from his arms, leaned against the laboratory table, and raised the corners of his lips.

"Xiuyi is not good."

"Don't you always pay attention to time? Why is it so late today?" Akai Shuichi did not answer Frankstein's words, but asked a little angrily.

"A kid has moved in these few days and he hasn't come back yet. I'll wait for him here."

"The one with the white hair?! His name is Gojo Satoru?!"

Akai Hideo narrowed his eyes slightly, like a falcon staring at its prey, looking at Frankenstein, his green eyes were filled with raging anger.

"Fran, you let him live in?!"

Frankenstein looked at Akai Shuichi almost connivingly, like an elder looking at a mischievous child.

That was the way Akai Shuichi disliked him looking at him the most.

"As an older person, I can't watch a child live on the street." Frankenstein's answer was very calm.

This made Akai Shuichi even more angry.