Mr. Hat's girlfriend is 1.8 meters four

beginning (1)

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Xia Jiang turned to look at him.

Her sun-green eyes were covered with a layer of tulle-like mist, and looked dewy, as if she was about to cry.

Zhong also knew that it was the tears that flowed from his eyes when he was too sad.

"Is this a confession, senior?" There was a faint cry in her voice, as well as joy, shyness and excitement.

Zhong has never been exposed to such complex emotions, a look, a sentence, it seems that there is a huge amount of information brewing that can cause the brain center to collapse.The brain can't think rationally, and the body can't control the reaction. This is human emotion, which is complex and changeable, like a magnificent garden.

But at the moment when Zhong also touched such complex emotions, he understood.

Zhong Ye panicked and opened the small drawer to find tissues, took out a lot of them, and slapped Xia Jiang in the face: "Don't cry, hey, don't cry! It's okay to refuse, I won't be the boss Your identity will trip you up, really!"

Xia Jiang was buried under the tissue, and his breathing froze for a moment.

She stretched out her hand and pulled the tissue off her face, her eyes dodging a little.

"No, senior, I'm not..."

Why would anyone interpret this response as rejection?

Before he could finish his defense, Zhongye's cell phone rang.

"Chuya-kun, I need you to go on a mission in Sicily, Italy." Mori Ogai's voice became less clear after the communication broadcast, and some emotions were buried together. "There have been some temporary changes that need to be dealt with quickly, and we will leave immediately."

After hanging up the phone, Zhong Ye looked at Xia Jiang blankly, unable to find the previous atmosphere at all.

He opened his mouth: "I—"

Xia Jiang's cell phone rang again, and it was another call from the chief's office.She made a "shh" gesture to Zhong Ye before answering the phone.

Mori Owai said: "Mr. Xia Jiang, there is a very urgent task for you here."

Mr. Mori, who was sitting at the top of the headquarters of the port organization, was like a vicious elder who beat mandarin ducks with a stick.But the subordinates can't complain, the Port Mafia has a rule that must be followed - obey the orders of the leader.They are the swords in Mori Ogai's hands. As swords, they must open up a smooth path for their masters.

"Xia Jiang, I'm sorry." Zhong Ye shook his head and said, "When I come back, shall we have a good talk?"

"Then I'll keep the answer for seniors." Xia Jiang took off the hairpin on his head, and took Zhongye's hand. "Keep this gift with you so I can promise - I won't give my hair card to anyone else."

Zhong Ye stroked her hair and said goodbye, "Okay, see you later."

Xia Jiang got out of the car and went straight to the task site with a Japanese knife.

Chuya turned around and drove back to the apartment to get his documents, then went to the airport to take the private jet of the port mafia from Tokyo to Rome.

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In the middle and late December, Yokohama ushered in the first snow after winter.

The light goose feathers fluttered in the city, and after landing, they quietly melted away, taking away the remaining warmth of the Yokohama Concession in the most gentle way.Winter's nights are the longest, and darkness breeds precisely at night-this is a season that is very suitable for the Mafia.

All the conspiracies are brewing in this seemingly dead cold, buried under the snow layer, waiting to break out in the next year.

Wearing a woolen scarf, Xia Jiang walked around the dark alley with a knife.

In the past half a month or so, those illegal|legal|organizations seem to have discussed it, and they all became honest.They suddenly stopped coming to touch the cake of the Port Mafia, and returned to their own life trajectory, no longer doing opportunistic things.

This should have been good news for the port mafia.

But all of this was so sudden that Mori Ogai had to be suspicious—this was not the result of the violent suppression of the port mafia, but more like the calm before the storm.

After all, logically speaking, the gravity of the port organization made Zhongyuan Zhongye's dispatch to Italy the best opportunity for these idiots who tried to attack the port organization.However, they were very consistent, and when it was time to explode, they suddenly settled down.

Mori Ogai could not take this phenomenon lightly, and strengthened the organization's defense several times.

While Xia Jiang was performing a patrol mission, he was on the phone with the Gravity Envoy who was separated by the entire Asian territory.

"Morning, Xia Jiang." Zhe's gravitational voice rang in his ears.

Xia Jiang always felt that he didn't really need to stay in the port mafia. With this good voice, he could go to a band and sing rock to make a living.

The tea-haired girl replied flatly, "It's afternoon here."

"I heard that people from the Kihara clan who resold potions outside Academy City were arrested by the Blue Clan?" Nakaya asked.

"It happened half a month ago, and your intelligence network is too backward." Xia Jiang stroked the three-flowered cat sitting on the lid of the trash can, and she and Zhong Ye were not polite at all. "But this is not good news. After the young man was arrested, the police did not search for finished drugs. And he seems to have other accomplices who are wandering around the Kanto metropolitan area."

This means that the finished product has flowed into other hands.

Mori Ogai has been very nervous recently because of this incident.The drug that can make the supernatural power disappear, you can tell how excessive it is, and the most likely to be harmed by this kind of drug is the port mafia where powerful supernatural powers gather.

Xia Jiang asked: "Isn't it just to ask about other people's situation when you make a cross-country call?"

"Huh?" Zhong also scratched his head, he seemed to want to ask 【Why do you want to be jealous of people with abnormal brains? 】

But if the questioning goes on like this, it will inevitably lead the conversation to a strange direction—Xia Jiang said in the email more than once in the past half a month, "If Mr. Dazai likes Senior, I will make room for him , after all, Shuanghei is the official CP."

After all, from the perspective of a bystander, Dazai does belong to the category of [abnormal mind]—at least he can rely on it.

Chuya was always disgusted by Xia Jiang's rhetoric - the thing he hated the most was green mackerel, let alone group CP.

"I want to tell you that I will return to China next week." Zhong Ye said: "I will only return to China for a day. You should know that a big family held a dance party and invited many extraordinary people there."

Xia Jiang answered fluently: "It was held by a family belonging to the Golden Clan. The leader is probably a Hongmen Banquet, and he brought all the backbone of the port organization with him."

Zhong also frowned, and said in a lecture tone: "Don't speak ill of the leader!"

"I didn't say he was a coward." Xia Jiang calmly dismantled Zhongye and said, "After all, the leader is determined to go to the Hongmen Banquet and call back all the quasi-cadres who are performing important tasks in Italy. How can this be possible?" What do you call timid?"

Xia Jiang lowered his eyes, and the sarcasm in his words remained undiminished.

"You bastard..." Zhong Ye was so angry that he didn't know from which angle to scold her.

Xia Jiang turned the subject back and asked, "Senior called me earlier in the morning, what did you plan to say?"

There was a sudden silence on the phone.

After a long time, Xia Jiang heard a mosquito-like cry: "...Dance partner..."

Xia Jiang asked, "What?"

Zhong Ye suddenly raised his voice and shouted, "I ask you if you want to be my dance partner!"

Xia Jiang held the phone a little further away from her ears, even the Sanhua cat she was stroking was scared away by the sound.

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Christmas Eve.

In this festival where Christmas decorations are hung on the streets and alleys in Japan, and cheerful music is flowing in the windows, most people feel the free laughter of the soul because of the annual holiday.

But there are also some people who are not happy——

The shortest cadre candidate in the port organization stomped his feet, and the ground suddenly sank into a big pit.He violently hammered the white-glazed blue-and-white porcelain in the room, and with just one blow, the valuable antique vase shattered into slag.

He collapsed: "Why is this happening!?"

He wanted to arrest someone to ask, but the subordinate in front of him was afraid of repeating the tragic fate of the floor and blue and white porcelain, so he took a step back to avoid it.

"Mr. Zhongyuan, this is the leader's order. Please, please go, take a ride, it's time to go." Under the murderous eyes of the ocher-haired gravity master, the subordinates stuttered more and more. "Mr. Zhongyuan QAQ..."

Zhong also let out a harsh "tch", and walked out of his office with his skirt in his hands.

He just got off the plane five hours ago, and after he got off the plane, he was brought back to the headquarters by the port mafia's helicopter. He processed official documents for two hours, and prepared for the dinner for another two hours.

Even though he has a heart of reverence and unshakable loyalty to the leader, Chuya can't help scolding him at this moment.

High-intensity work is fine, but what is this?

Chuya stared sullenly at the black-based skirt on his body. The lace and small parts of the skirt were all in orange tones, a little redder than his hair color.It never occurred to him that when he came to this world as a non-human being, he not only became a man, but also a woman.

As always, Hongye, who planned to wear a kimono to the banquet, walked into the elevator, looked at her subordinates, covered her mouth and let out a meaningful sigh: "Oh~"

Chuuya's face turned even darker.

When he drove to the banquet site and registered at the door, Chuya's bad mood had already reached its peak.

Wearing a blue uniform, the Blue Clan, who was in charge of maintaining law and order at the banquet scene where the big bosses gathered, registered for Chuya, and his probing eyes were about to pierce Chuya.

In the end, it was the extremely efficient third member of the Blue Clan who snatched the visitor's ID from his companion.

Even Fushimi Saruhiko, who did not follow the usual path, was shocked when he saw the certificate.

Fushimi Saru Hiko asked, "Chuya Nakahara, male?"

Chuya Nakahara: "..." Why does this guy's voice sound so annoying?