After being scummed by four men

Chapter 65

Fukuro Tsumiki woke up.

Fu Heihui hurried over after receiving the notice from the hospital.

Fu Heijin Meiji just woke up, her body is still very weak, the hospital said to observe for another day, if there is no problem, Miss Fu Hei can go home to recuperate.

The siblings chatted in a low voice for a while in the ward, and then they chatted about Gojo Satoru.

"Teacher, since Brother He Ze came back... something is wrong." Fu Heihui frowned while speaking, "This was originally a good thing..."

Fu Heihui recalled that ten years ago, Brother He Ze never came to the house one day, and Wujo Satoru was replaced by a lonely figure.

In the first year after Brother He Ze left, on New Year's Eve, Gojo Satoru came to the house, and the young master Gojo, who never knew how to cook, unexpectedly cooked a table full of dishes.

To be honest, although Gojo Satoru adopted the two, in fact, it was Gojo Satoru's lover He Zecheng who took care of them the most.

For the 18-year-old Gojo Satoru, Fu Heihui, who was 6 years old at the time, always felt that he had a kind of inhuman and lofty indifference, especially when he showed his blue eyes, and the silver strands like clouds wandering while circulating in it.

When He Zecheng had just left, Fu Heihui, who had not entered the magic world at that time, had asked Wujo Wu where he was going several times, but Wujo Wu always pulled the corner of his mouth stiffly, and said vaguely:

"Cheng, I went to a place that I can't go for the time being..."

"But it's okay," Gojo Satoru cheered up again, shaking his white hair tied up by the blindfold, "I can go find him after I finish all this work!"

At that time, Fu Heihui was relieved for a short time. Until that New Year's Eve, Jin Meiji had already gone upstairs to sleep, and Fu Heihui was also going to go upstairs to sleep. When he was about to say good night to Wujo Wudao, he heard Wujo Wudao Inaudible sigh:

"It's so cold, so lonely, Cheng..."

"I wanted to give you a surprise..." As he said, Gojo Satoru, who had his back to Fu Heihui, slowly lay down on the table.

His white hair, which was always mischievously curled up, also drooped languidly. Holding a wine glass in his hand, he slowly lowered his eyes looking at the golden beer residue left in the glass.

Fu Heihui paused for a moment, took a small blanket and awkwardly covered Wutiao Wutiao who was already drunk and unconscious, and listened to Wutiao Wu in his sleep raving in pain:

"I need you, I only need you, my only wish, the only..."

At that moment, Fu Heihui noticed for the first time that Wutiao Wu, who was born like a son of god, had an extremely soft, soft and sentimental humanity flowing in his veins.

This changed Fu Heihui's stereotype of Gojo Satoru's indifferent divinity, frivolity and unreliability. With this good start, the two gradually became intimate with each other as they gradually understood each other.

Ten years, a full ten years have passed, and Fu Heihui, who has entered the magic world, gradually understands why He Zecheng never returned, and why Gojo Satoru suddenly put bandages on his eyes one day.

Time passed like running water, and Fu Heihui also watched Gojo Gojo gradually become cheerful and tactful from the repressed madness at the beginning. He thought Gojo Goto had already let go of He Zecheng, until more than a month ago, Knotabagi Yuhito brought him back Junpei Yoshino.

Gojo Satoru still smiled as usual, but Fu Heihui felt that a dark humanity was gushing out of Gojo Satoru like a child of God...

Even worse than the sorrow of human nature before.

"Eh—is that so?" Fukurotsu Miki leaned against the head of the bed, listening to Fukurohui's narration, said with a dazed expression, "I really can't imagine that a person as dazzling as Mr. Gojo would be cast with a layer of darkness Woolen cloth."

"It sounds like it's 'fallen'. "

"...Your words obviously sound more scary than the teacher's real state!" Fu Heihui didn't take it to heart, but just complained.

Fu Heihui chatted for a while before being driven away by Fu Heijin Miki.

"Hey, Hui, you're busy too. Don't worry about me. I'll be discharged from the hospital tomorrow. Come pick me up then."

Fu Heihui couldn't resist her, so he had no choice but to go home, relying on his own magic power, habitually copied the trail, and then accidentally picked up a black-haired man with a scar on the corner of his mouth in an alley full of garbage.

The man was leaning against a huge cat doll with his eyes open quietly in a pile of garbage packed in black bags. His silent appearance made him look like the doll strangely.

It was also dark at that time, and everything in the alley was blurry. If it wasn't for the rare golden eyes of the giant cat doll, which reminded him of Brother He Ze, Fu Heihui really wouldn't have noticed that there was something here. personal.

"Hello!" Fu Heihui quickly squatted down to check the man's condition. The strange thing is that the man didn't have any injuries on his body, but he just looked at the front quietly, like a huge doll. Scratching his head in trouble.

No matter what, let's take him in for a while, and we'll talk about it the next day if there's anything to do.

"Fallen."

What is "fallen"?

He Zecheng threw himself on the bedside cabinet, and swung the glass off the bedside with a painful expression.

Under the extremely bright sunlight, the transparent glass fell to the ground, shattered and turned into a pile of crystal fragments, escaped from the gaze of the sun, and was submerged in the darkness. Dots of crystal water flickered on the glass, like unfinished tears.

He Zecheng propped his hands on the cabinet, shaking his head lightly, the black chocker circled his slender and soft neck, and the small silver lock on it kept shaking with his movements.

He Zecheng couldn't help but think of their past cold war and quarrel, the question about whether Gojo Satoru liked him or his body.

Gojo Satoru at the time couldn't answer.

So today's Wujo Wu can answer it?

Just as He Zecheng was thinking in such a daze, one hand suddenly pinched the back of his neck, rubbing it lightly and then heavily.

He Zecheng's eyes widened in an instant, and the hazy water vapor in his eyes instantly condensed into teardrops that fell from the sockets one by one.

Gojo Satoru didn't take off the blindfold, not only that, but he was also neatly dressed, which was the complete opposite of Kazawa Makoto.

He grabbed He Zecheng's waist and lifted it up high, letting his back stretch down like a beautiful snow-capped mountain. The corners of his mouth were always slightly curved upwards, listening to He Zecheng's begging for mercy and crying, there was always only a soft and deep smile echoed him.

After Qihai Jianren had a brief exchange with Noctua Moth about the latest events in the magic world, he walked outside the school. It was a rare day without tasks, and he wanted to take a good rest.

As Jianren Qihai walked out, he remembered that the bald expression of Ye Mo Zhengdao just mentioned Wujo Wu to him.

Ye Mozheng said that Gojo Wujou has become more and more difficult to deal with these years, Qihai Jianren comforted him:

"Fortunately, now that Kazawa-senpai is back, Gojo-senpai should be much better than before, right?"

Ye Mo Zhengdao obviously relaxed a lot when he heard the words, and obviously thought so.

Senior Kazawa...

Jianren Qihai recalled Gojo Gojo's radiant appearance recently. Although Gojo Satoru looked normal before Kazawa-senpai came back, but after Kazawa-senpai came back, such a comparison, it is obvious that Gojo Gojo was just trying to hold on.

Qihai Jianren also realized that ten years ago, He Zecheng's request, please, that they should always be by Gojo Satoru's side, was not because he was afraid that Gojo Satoru, who had a ceiling of combat power, might suffer unexpected harm.

In fact, he was afraid that Gojo Satoru would be lonely.

Gojo Satoru is really a person who is very afraid of loneliness, Nanami Jianren thought with some surprise.

At this time, he heard the energetic voice of a young man who was very familiar recently shouting at him:

"Na-na-ming-!"

"..." Jianren Qihai clenched his fists, and looked back at the pink-haired boy running over with a bang covering his left eye. He said flatly, "I'll beat you up."

"Nana Ming, do you have a mission? Do you want me to go with you?" Hirohito Kojo asked curiously, completely ignoring the threat of Jianren Qihai.

Jianren Qihai had nothing to do with him, he turned his head and said lightly:

"No, go home and rest."

Then he looked at Yuzu Yuhito and the newly enrolled Yoshino Junpei, thinking of the direction they ran to just now, and asked:

"What are you doing here?"

"Ah, by the way, I'm still going to see Nissan," Hirohito Knotashi scratched his cheek, then waved vigorously at Kento Nanami and said, "Then see you next time, Nana Ming!"

After speaking, he pulled Yoshino Junpei and ran away.

"Don't call me that." Qihai Jianren pushed down the goggles, just wanting to remind the two of them not to go to He Zecheng in the near future, because Gojo Satoru will probably stick to He Zecheng all the time.

However, the speed of Knotabagi Yuhito...

A second later, there was not even a shadow of a ghost on the bluestone road, only dead leaves falling leisurely and leisurely.

"It must be the sky and the curse!" Jianren Qihai said to himself, looking at the direction in which Knotweed Youruhito left with certainty.

When Yuzuhiro thought that Nisan was still living on Yoshino Junpei, Nisan was still cursing at that time, and refused to answer any questions about his grandfather no matter what.

But fortunately, Nisan has recovered his human body now. According to Nisan, Nisan should wake up today.

Great, I really want to have a good talk with Nissan, the current Nissan must be able to communicate.

This is his last relative.

"Ah!" He Zecheng cried out in shock, clutching his lower abdomen and choked up, "Brother Wu, enough is enough, stop!"

Gojo Satoru smiled lowly, his voice was clear and sweet, elegant and deep:

"Don't worry, Makoto, everything will be fine, leave everything to Mr. Wujo~"

Yujin Yuzhang outside the door covered his mouth, his eyes widened suddenly, watching his teacher press his Nissan under him, jokingly making Nissan panicked, clutching his lower abdomen and begging continuously.

I don't know why the door wasn't closed properly, but there was just a crack, so that people outside could clearly see what happened inside.

"Yu Ren! Why did you have a nosebleed?" Yoshino Junpei, who was walking behind, didn't know anything, but was startled by the sudden nosebleed from Knotaba Yurhito.

When Katsuobu Yujin heard his voice, he looked nervously and quickly into the room, and then pulled the confused Yoshino Junpei away with a blushing face.

He didn't notice that Gojo Satoru in the room chuckled and glanced outside the door, with a kind of childish anger and complacency in his eyes.

Ah!Told you to always disturb my love with Cheng when I was a child!

Kozuhiro Hirohito hesitated for a long time before explaining clearly to Yoshino Junpei what happened just now, and then the two teenagers sat on the bench with their heads down and their faces flushed, dazed.

However, at this time, the two-faced Su Nuo in the consciousness of the knotweed Youren spoke up, and he sarcastically said:

"The majestic "Lord of Evil" actually surrendered to a female!Ah! "

"Su Nuo!" Knotabagi Yuren got angry, "Shut up! Don't talk!"

"cut--"

Yoshino Junpei was relieved by such an interruption, he said to Knotabazu Yuhito:

"Then let's go see Mr. He Ze another day."

"Well, that's all there is to it."

However, they didn't expect that a month had passed, and neither of them saw He Zecheng's face.

He Zecheng was locked up by...? !

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感谢在2022-01-1621:12:12~2022-01-1822:25:19期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 1 bottles of Lu Renjia;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!