After falling into the Niangyaoquan, I became attached to the strongest

The two of them just ate and drank in the corner. It was a high-end restaurant anyway, and the food and dishes inside were pretty good. Even though Gojo Satoru wasn't interested in these, seeing Qingli eating so happily, he also took some desserts.

Although they were far away from the crowd, Gojo Satoru's white hair was still very conspicuous, and he was naturally remembered by the hostess of the restaurant, who was standing in a remote corner after exchanging greetings with Mori Kogoro Gojo Satoru then walked straight over with a goblet in his hand, his high heels making a dull clicking sound on the ground covered with red carpet.

The hostess greeted sincerely: "Mr. Wujo, welcome to my little girl's wedding."

Gojo Satoru raised his hand and made a gesture of rejection: "No, we're just wandering around, don't worry about us."

With such an unceremonious and indifferent tone, it's hard to tell whether he's here to cheer or ruin things, but the hostess doesn't care. If a family with such a family background like Wutiao is willing to join her, she is naturally welcomed by a million people, let alone the Wutiao family. His young master, his identity is special enough and he has given enough face.

Furthermore, she is only around a minor child. As a much older adult, she doesn't care about a child.

The hostess shifted her gaze, and quietly glanced at the other boy beside Gojo Satoru, and she was keenly aware of something through the subtle atmosphere between the two.

She raised her eyebrows, and quickly returned to the original state, leaving a sentence: "Then I won't bother you any more, I wish you all a good time." Then she walked away with a wink.

Without the interruption of other people, Gojo Satoru's original expression of rejecting people thousands of miles away gradually warmed up.

He complained in his voice: "So I hate this kind of occasion that needs to deal with people, usually the elders or other people in the family do it."

"After all, Wu is the young master."

For Gojo Satoru, it doesn't seem necessary to learn the social etiquette of ordinary people, as long as he maintains the strongest status, no one will blame him for it.

Thinking about it this way, is there a reason for his strange and bad interpersonal relationship?

Qingli lowered her head and focused on eating the exquisite kaiseki dishes on the plate, and answered incongruously. Suddenly, the wrist holding the chopsticks was held by the other hand stretched out from the side, and then changed direction. , the tempura that was blown to a golden color was immediately sent into Gojo Satoru's mouth.

The latter chewed a few times, his throat rolled and he looked disappointed: "What, the taste is nothing more than that, why don't you have time to look at me and talk because of it?"

Listening to these naive and incomprehensible words, a question mark slowly popped up in Qingli's head.

"So, what does this have to do with you eating my tempura? Tempura is innocent."

Gojo Satoru was inconceivable: "Is your focus actually on tempura? Don't I have a dish that is attractive?"

Qingli was even more speechless: "Why do you compare yourself with food and want to express yourself more beautiful and delicious?"

Gojo Satoru asked, "Isn't this obvious?"

Uh... Qingli was in a trance for a moment.

The flushed cheeks and deer-like eyes of the person in front of me suddenly appeared in the mind, and it seemed that the long-forgotten sweet gasping sound was constantly echoing in the ears, always reminding myself of what they had done.

...If it is beautiful and delicious, there seems to be nothing wrong with it.

Qingli coughed twice guiltyly, quietly looked away, and hurriedly waved away the inappropriate image in her mind.

He didn't dare to look at the other person's face, so he just changed the subject and said, "I'll get some drinks over there."

After finishing speaking, he left quickly and went to the drink area on the other side without looking back.

Gojo Satoru stared at his almost fleeing back, silently putting away his unhappy expression, with a half-smile on his face, and his eyes behind the lenses curved slightly slyly.

Shuttle among the many guests, Qingli absent-mindedly scratched her feverish ears, and was hit on the shoulder by an oncoming person without realizing it.

He raised his eyes to look, and was stunned for a moment, and it took a full two seconds before he came back to his senses.

On the opposite side was a haggard young man. After realizing that he was walking too fast and bumped into a stranger, he subconsciously said sorry. However, after seeing Shang Qingli's slightly scrutinizing eyes, he shrank his neck in panic and hesitated. After a while, he raised his voice and apologized again, very cautiously.

He seems to be a shy and timid person.

Haruto thought so, and vaguely moved her eyes to a black shadow on the man's shoulder——from the outline, it was a curse in the shape of a baby, as if it was not fully developed, and its shape was pitifully small, like a shriveled cloth bag Hanging around the man's neck, he turned his face away and giggled when he sensed someone approaching, looking silly-God knows how he could see the emotion of silly joy from the face with no discernible features.

"It's okay." Qing didn't change his face, but asked intimately, "Are you okay?"

"No, it's all right." After getting a response, the man nodded indiscriminately, rubbed his inexplicably sore neck and squeezed out an unnatural smile, and then walked quickly into the crowd as if he had received an amnesty.

Qingli stood where she was and looked at the hurried man, and fell into a brief thought.

"Zashiki Waru...what?"

He murmured in a low voice, his expression was gloomy, he stood still for a while, then turned around and continued walking towards his destination.

"Hey, do you know? The woman of the heroine of this wedding is a second marriage."

Qingli casually found a wall to lean against, casually sipped iced plum juice, and planned to stay near the drink area to relieve her mood before going back to face Gojo Satoru, and inevitably heard the conversations around her, and even It's gossip about the bride.

It was probably caused by people who naturally like to watch and join in the fun. He pretended to be indifferent on the surface, but in fact he had already secretly opened his ears to try to listen to their conversation more carefully.

"Really?" Another woman's voice sounded, full of curiosity that could not be concealed.

The woman who spoke at the beginning said firmly: "Of course it is true. I have met the woman's ex-husband. Although he is a bit cowardly and weak, it can be seen that he really loves her very much. I never thought that she would have the heart to divorce .”

Then, as if remembering something, she spoke again.

"I just saw that the ex-husband came to participate, but he was not welcomed, and I don't know where he went."

Hearing this, someone sighed in a low voice: "Oh, how pitiful... After all, the mother is such a strong woman, so it's normal for a daughter to follow her mother."

"Perhaps, some people are just lucky, and the second husband they meet loves her very much." The woman said seriously, "I heard that the two bought a large amount of insurance for each other before they got married, and they are not afraid of accidents." what is the problem."

"That seems to be really affectionate."

"Yeah yeah......"

Others couldn't stop echoing.

Afterwards, they changed to other topics, which were nothing more than the daily life of some women, and Qingli had no interest in listening to it.

After drinking a glass of plum juice, Qingli breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that it was time to go back and find Wujo Wu.

The private room is very large, and there are so many guests, and the waiters come and go, Haruto went around a circle before returning to the original place. Again, Gojo Wu's white hair is really very abrupt, and it doesn't take much effort Just found someone.

In addition to Gojo Satoru, other figures appeared in this inconspicuous corner, all young women who were attracted by the other party's handsome face that couldn't be concealed even with sunglasses.

Well, after only leaving for a while, Wu was surrounded by a bunch of opposite sexes.

Really welcome.

Haruhi rested her chin in thought, then turned her steps towards the bathroom.

The restroom was very quiet, almost no one came over, they were all standing or sitting on the other side of the venue, waiting for the wedding to officially start.

Qingli washed her hands in the sink outside, and was looking at her changed face in front of the mirror, when she suddenly heard some vague voices, which came from the women's toilet next door with the door closed.

Since the restroom is near the backstage and no one cares about it, any sound can be heard very clearly here, not to mention that the man didn't deliberately lower his voice, and was heard by Qingli, who has excellent hearing as a conjurer.

"...Tosuke respects my ideas...I love him very much."

"...I think I can look forward to this marriage."

"...Unlike my mother, I will definitely... be happy."

Qingli couldn't hear the detailed sentences, and could only catch a few vague words through the crack of the door, but what was certain was that the caller in the bathroom was the protagonist of this wedding—the one who was said to be the second The bride who stepped into the marriage hall for the first time.

This bride is also a person with a lot of stories, maybe not as hard-hearted as those people said.

Thinking of this, Haruto took some paper towels to dry her hands, and went back to Gojo Satoru again.

As in the previous situation, the other party was still surrounded by some women, but the faces of the parties surrounded showed obvious impatience.

Qingli trimmed her hair, recalled her cousin's pretentious gestures when she was a girl, and walked lightly over to save the scene.

"Wu, have you been waiting for a long time, huh? Why are there so many people here?"

The voice he deliberately choked to speak was naturally pleasant, and it also attracted the attention of the women. Taking advantage of this gap, Qingli squeezed in without a trace, and stretched out her hand to hold Gojo Wu's arm intimately as if swearing sovereignty, The whole person leaned against him.

Haruto pretended to be shy and slipped into Gojo Satoru's arms, with a timid look that any man would feel affection for.

"Wu, who are they and why are they surrounded here?"

Gojo Satoru, who felt that the flavor was damn familiar, was immediately blessed. He blinked his eyes in novelty, put on an angry expression for a moment, and turned his head to look at the women in front of him.

"Did you hear me, my girlfriend asked why you guys gathered around here."

Because of this stern questioning tone, Qingli secretly pinched him as a reminder.

Sensing his small movements, Gojo Satoru curled his lips, put away the irritable emotions on his face in compromise, and said quite normally: "Go away, you are scaring my girlfriend."

Well, I can't say how good my attitude is, at least not as aggressive as before.

Seeing that the Lord is coming, the women have no reason to keep pestering them. Originally, they wanted to ask the handsome guy for his contact information and then chat with him. Unexpectedly, the other party didn't understand that there was a girlfriend besides the flirtatious, so they went one by one. Dispersed wisely.

The three-acre land in the corner finally regained the tranquility it had when we first arrived.

Qingli raised her face expressionlessly, she had long since lost the coyness just now, when she wanted to leave Gojo Satoru's embrace, she found that she was motionless, the arm was wrapped around her waist like iron clamps.

He cast a puzzled look at the other party, but got a meaningful smile from the latter, mixed with a faint chuckle.

"Xiao Qingli throws herself into her arms so actively, so let's hug her a little longer."

Qingli who took the initiative to throw herself into her arms: "......"