Yokohama Miss Gojo Love Story

Gojo Satoru couldn't open the curtain smoothly, because he was caught by the people inside.

"Patriarch, don't, don't mess around." There was a sobbing sound from the tent.

"I heard movement outside, so I came in to see if you were alright?" Gojo Satoru was a little speechless, but had to explain.

"I'm fine, it's just, I just had a nightmare." The woman in the tent stammered, "I dreamed that a thief broke in..."

Thief……

Is she mocking me?

Gojo Satoru was depressed and doubtful, but he also held on to the curtain and did not let go, "Do you sound uncomfortable? Let me see?"

"No, no, the slave's clothes are disheveled and his face is haggard. It's very rude to see the master like this."

Nu family... really terrible!

Gojo Satoru felt sore in his back molars again. His "first love", such a bright and cheerful girl, wouldn't be able to say such an antique vocabulary?

But when Jindu came in, he had to take a look, otherwise it would be too uncomfortable to have doubts in his heart.

Wujo Wutiao simply put on a bit of "patriarch" majestic tone, "I am the patriarch, since Miss Qingguang lives in my house, I must ensure your safety, let me see!"

The word "Look" popped out of his tongue, and Gojo Satoru tore open the curtain without hesitation.

"Whoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow!" the woman inside burst into tears.

Is this about?

I'm just looking at her, acting like I'm about to do something worse, uh...

Gojo Satoru was complaining in his heart, his eyes straightened again.

There was indeed a woman lying on the bed, the quilt was bulged, and she was curled up because she was too scared, only clutching the quilt head, revealing a piece of her forehead and two eyes.

The eyes are dark and watery. I can't tell if there are tears, but I can't see them below the eyes at all!

"My family is so disrespectful, how can I see people in the future? Woooooo!"

The cries under the quilt became louder and louder, and Gojo Wu, who was crying, felt terrified: Does this make him ashamed to face others?No, she won't rely on me for this, and ask me to take responsibility, right?

Originally, he had a sudden thought, planning to even throw off the quilt, but when this terrible thought came out, his hands froze and he dared not move.

"Isn't it too much for you to do this?" An angry question came from behind.

Gojo Satoru turned his head and saw his adopted son staring at him with angry and contemptuous eyes.

Tsk, this kid, doesn't he really think of himself as a wretched man with evil intentions?

"I'm just concerned about Miss Qingguang. Since she's fine, haha, that's the best." Gojo Satoru was stared at with a fever on his face, so he had no choice but to slap Haha and put down the curtain.

"Let's go!" Fu Heihui grabbed his arm and dragged it out involuntarily.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo."

"Okay, okay, let's go now, I'm sorry to disturb you, go back to sleep, go back to sleep. Don't be afraid, Wutiao's house is very safe, haha!" Wutiao Wu's boss was bored, so he had to chat a few nice words, and was dragged away by his adopted son go out.

The lattice door was closed, the sound of complaints and footsteps gradually faded away, and the room returned to silence.

call!

Wujo Qingguang let out a long sigh of relief, and slightly stretched out his hands and feet that were stiff due to too much tension.

As soon as she moved, her knee seemed to touch something, and she heard a muffled groan from under the quilt, followed by panting.

"Yeah?" Wutiao Qingguang just remembered that there was still a man covered under the quilt, so she hurriedly lifted the quilt, straightened her waist, and was about to sit up.

But as soon as her waist left the bed, she was pressed back by a strong force.

After the quilt was lifted, the panting sound became more disordered and heavy, Wu Tiao Qingguang was amazed in the dimness, and saw the bright black eyes that were frighteningly bright.

Wu Tiao Qingguang is no stranger to these eyes that are like wildfires that are about to start a prairie fire. Three years ago, on the evening before he left, he looked at her with such eyes and threw her down...

Now, it seems to be the same situation again.

It's not that she can't resist getting rid of it, but she doesn't dare to, if she makes a noise again and provokes Wu Tiaowu back, then it will be hard to get away with it!

As a result, Wu Tiao Qingguang's face sank, and his eyes became sharp, staring at the face that was obviously very handsome, but turned away because of struggling to suppress something.

She gave him silent warnings, which he understood perfectly.

The fire in Zhongyuan Zhongye's eyes stagnated, and the hand on her waist trembled.

During the two years we spent together, he had always been Wutiao Qingguang's little brother, he listened to her very much, and was even a little afraid. The only thing that could stop him from acting recklessly was her threatening gaze.

However, he couldn't bear to let go!

He has grown up and is no longer her little brother, as long as he smiles at her and compliments him casually, he is very satisfied.

He is an out-and-out man, he wants her all!

How many days and nights after the separation, whether he was asleep or awake, he would dream of hugging her, clinging to her, or even more, more excessive things, as long as he could pour out all the enthusiasm of this body and this heart to her !

"Sunny..."

Zhong Yuanzhong was also carried away by this enthusiasm, hugged Wu Tiao Qingguang, and kissed her cheek.

Wherever his body temperature and weight went, the five clear lights felt like they had been licked by flames, but she was sober, so she couldn't tolerate him being so presumptuous.

The moment Zhongyuan Zhong also bowed his head to kiss, he suddenly raised his hand and grabbed his throat!

"Do you want to die, Chuya?"

"Huh?" He frowned, feeling the pain and suffocation.

"Don't think that I can do whatever I want if I am not willing to throw you out."

"you……"

"Your ability is powerful, but now as long as I use my strength, you will die."

Wu Tiaoqing's cold words also made Nakahara Chuya's eyes cool down, and he showed an air of injury.

"No, can you?" With her holding his throat, it was difficult for him to speak.

"Of course not, what do you think of me?"

"Then, Gojo Satoru?"

"Neither does he, haha, he is Wujou!" Wujo Qingguang's tongue forcibly turned in the middle of speaking.

What she originally wanted to say was "Gotjo Satoru doesn't work either", but after thinking about it, why not let Zhong Yuan stop his strange thoughts?

Anyway, she has her own life plan, and she doesn't want to fall in love now.

And he may not be in love, maybe, it's just an orphan who was once attached to the only woman who treated him well.

When he grows up a little longer and meets more women, it will not be what he thinks now...

Sure enough, the temperature of Nakahara Chuya's pupils gradually cooled down after the sudden surge of black light.

I understand, what she meant, I am not qualified to confess to her, because I am not as good as Gojo Satoru!

Finally, Nakahara Chuya's eyes returned to a sharp silence, only a little fire flickered in the deepest part, and Wujo Qingguang also let go of his fingers and pushed him away from his body.

"You go out this way? Then go west, it's less likely to be spotted." Wu Tiao Qingguang pointed to the rear window, then looked indifferent, and adjusted her hair and clothes slowly.

"We will see you again, Qingguang." Zhong Yuanzhong also followed her gaze and said.

"Ha, is that so?" Wutiao Qingguang's tone was indifferent, and his face turned away again.

"Yes, I promise!" After Zhong Yuan finished speaking, he quickly lowered his head and kissed her on the cheek.

Hey!

Wu Tiao's reflexive reflex was about to hit someone, and just as he waved his hand, he suddenly thought that he couldn't make any noise, so he could only squeeze his fist in mid-air, and stared at him, seemingly very angry and helpless.

Maybe, a little indulgence...

Finally, Zhongyuanzhong also opened the window, and after a few ups and downs, it disappeared into the night without a sound.

The five Qingguang's hands slowly lowered, but the landing point was the warm spot on the cheek.

She raised the bridge of her nose, as if responding with a disdainful sneer at the child's prank, but the drooping eyebrows and half-pursed lips showed a bit of shyness after all.

After digging out the fence of the Gojo House, Nakahara Nakaya stood under the streetlight, judging the direction back to Yokohama.

Suddenly, from somewhere at the bottom of the wall, there was a lazy and somewhat joking voice: "Hello?"