sweet heroine

When I woke up the next morning, I didn't dare to ask Mr. Zhongyuan who bought the bill. I guess it was him...

Lying under the quilt, I rubbed the quilt guiltily, and then began to think about how to proceed.

What is this? He helped Osamu Dazai fight monsters, and he had to pay for the night's expenses by himself.

How miserable.

I sat up from the quilt, and then called him with a guilty conscience. The other party seemed to be just getting up, and asked in a hoarse voice, "What?"

"Hmm..." I whispered, "Morning, Mr. Zhongyuan!"

"Ah?" He paused for a moment and then asked in surprise, "What is it?"

"Ah... that." I apologized a little embarrassedly, "I seem to have drunk too much for what happened yesterday, and I haven't paid the bill yet."

"What... such a thing." He also seemed to have secretly yelled over there, and then asked me in doubt, "What do you mean?"

"It's just that I wanted to invite Mr. Zhongyuan." I said with some embarrassment, "but in the end, Mr. Zhongyuan paid the bill." I feel that such behavior can be cheated on the emotional post bar 818.

"Ah, this?" He paused before saying very easily, "It's nothing, because I would have paid for it."

"But I want to invite Mr. Nakahara."

"Let me tell you, do you have any concept of a girl!" He actually taught me a lesson, "How can a woman pay for it!"

"This is my intention." I explained to him sternly, "It has nothing to do with who pays!"

"Ah, that's it." He seemed to be a little stunned, and then asked me very seriously, "Then what should I do?"

This question turned me off. Is it a bit embarrassing to transfer the money to him, although I still want to do it.But this is really too lacking in emotional intelligence. How could I do such a thing, so I whispered, "How about asking you next time?"

He was silent for a while, "That's fine."

"Then don't pay the bill."

"Hey, so, are you too self-conscious about being a woman!" Zhongyuan Zhong couldn't help but lectured me again, "Go out with men and let women pay for it!"

I confidently refuted him with an example, "Dazai is the one who pays!"

"What?" His voice couldn't help raising his voice a little, and he confirmed it with Zhong Yuanzhong on the other side of the phone, "Did Osamu Dazai go out with you, did you pay for it?"

"Well, what's the problem?"

"No." Zhong Yuanzhong also couldn't stand it and asked me back, "You are the one who pays when you go out with that guy? Are you really his woman?"

I weighed the poverty of Osamu Dazai, and thought that Mr. Nakahara still had money to play with wine and cars, but I guess he didn't have much money after playing, so I immediately said confidently, "Shouldn't the mistake be your boss's problem?" Is that Mr. Mori?"

"what?"

"Dazai had no money when we went out with me 4 years ago! I invited Mr. Nakahara to dinner and bought things for Mr. Nakahara this time because I was worried that Mr. Nakahara's salary is low, so I did this." I was angry on the phone. He said, "I have worked very hard to protect Mr. Zhongyuan's self-esteem, don't slap your face and pretend to be fat!"

Zhong Yuanzhong also took a deep breath, and then shouted to me on the other end of the phone, "What are you kidding?"

"You mean that the wages of gangsters in Hong Kong are low, so you bought me so many things and invited me to dinner!? Is that what you mean?"

"It's not quite... Isn't it true that Dazai's salary is also low now?! The armed detective agency is the same!" I muttered softly, "The most important thing is to thank Mr. Nakahara, okay? Wow."

Oh, I accidentally told the truth. A man earns so little money, it really hurts his self-esteem.

But why does the little rich woman care about these things? I don't care.

Zhong Yuanzhong may not have spoken for a long time, and finally gave me a sentence, "Ah, wait a minute, did you really invite me to dinner because of gratitude?"

"Yeah." Hey, of course, the most important thing is to thank him.

Raising him isn't quite on the agenda just yet.

Although I am also quite strange, how can a gangster be so poor, so I didn't doubt Dazai's identity back then, so I can't blame me! ?

How could I have imagined that the Mafia is so poor?

He also told me that he was hanging out with an unmarried old man in his 40s. Of course I thought he was in some start-up company for love generation. When Oda Saku told me that he was still a cadre, I thought what the hell.

Doesn't that kind of company go out and anyone can get a senior president?

That kind of start-ups are the poorest, not to mention that it’s not bad if you don’t ask you to pay the wages. Combined with the work that Oda did back then, I think there is nothing wrong with them eating dirt.

But having said that, in fact, I still can't figure out how Hong Kong gangsters give so little money. Chief Sen is really talented.

Got into a relationship with the boss of the Armed Detective Agency.

Blame me?

No, it may also be that Zhongyuan Zhongye spends money like water.

Anyway, I listened obediently, and after I made up my mind, I have to treat him to a meal. Anyway, I kept saying "hmmhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh thanhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Fighting wits and courage with men, how can you be tough.

Killing people with soft knives... No, of course you can just let them do the work according to your ideas softly!

Chuya Nakahara brainwashed me over there, he was very rich, after I heard it, I was like um oh, it’s amazing, and finally I couldn’t help asking, "But Mr. Nakahara, you didn’t pay for it when you went out with Dazai. Money!?"

He choked on me all of a sudden, "Well..."

"Hey, I still have no money."

"Hey!" he muttered, "don't compare me to that guy."

Two poor gangsters can only be raised by me, a little rich woman. Counting on my fingers, I have already raised one Oda, and I have to raise Nakahara Chuya and Dazai Osamu for the Hong Kong gangsters and the Armed Detective Agency. , What can I do if I have no money? Do you want to ask the boss for another card when you play games?

Seriously, working hard and taking the money from selling cabbage, you are really dedicated, Mr. Chuya Nakahara!

Now I understand why Osamu Dazai took advantage of it. Boss Mori Ogai, if you give me this little money, it will be difficult for me to do things for you (Osamu Dazai).

Thinking about it this way, I feel that the stubborn Zhongyuanzhong is also very cute. He must be working hard for his ideals. He is really a noble...

No, what are you doing if you don’t make money and join Hong Kong gangsters?

Then I asked Nakahara Chuya in a low voice, "But, speaking of it, why did Mr. Nakaya join the underworld at the port?"

Central Plains also paused, and then said unnaturally, "Well, it's because of this..."

"What! What?" I lay back on the bed immediately, with my feet still protruding from the quilt. After I was comfortable, I continued to ask on the phone, "What's the reason?"

"Well... Anyway, well, it's for one reason or another."

"..." I rubbed my pillow, and then asked curiously, "Is it because it's hard to tell?" Could it be some kind of lone star, being taken in by someone?

"Well, anyway, there must be a reason."

The other party didn't seem to want to talk to me about this, and I also expressed my understanding, people always have their own privacy, right?

"Is that for money?"

"of course not."

Look, it is generating electricity for love!

"After that, if Mr. Zhongyuan wants to tell me, you must tell me." Hey, the desire to gossip is calling me.

He was silent for a long time before saying, "Well, I see."

Then he was forced to talk on the phone with me for more than ten minutes, and it was only at the end that I remembered that I was going to get up, and then I ruthlessly told him that I was going out to clean up, and hung up the phone.

After hanging up, I remembered that he is a social animal, oh, so pitiful, and he has to go to work.

Added a text message.

"Come on!" For the social animals who love to generate electricity, admire, admire.

Mr. Chuya Nakahara unexpectedly texted me back, um, I see.

What a polite mafia social animal that generates electricity for love. To be honest, I don't know what he is planning. Refer to Dazai Osamu's salary is not high.He doesn't play with women, he only plays with cars (and is often bombed by the enemy), music (this thing doesn't cost money), forget it, buy him more things next time.

After I finished washing up, I realized that I seemed to have contacted the editor, and I didn't know how the other side handled Mr. Oda Sakunosuke's affairs.I simply called there, and the other party told me that I have time today to discuss this matter in detail.

So when I was about to go out happily, when I opened the door, I saw Dazai standing beside me, and then he greeted me, "Xiaoyou."

"Hey, why are you here?"

"Because." He smiled and raised the things in his hands, "I brought you breakfast."

Hey……

I was immediately hit by the other party's beautiful eyes, and the other party leaned over like a big dog, and immediately put something in front of me, "Hey, eat."

"Dazai." After that, I didn't go to the editor anymore, and I happily dragged him back to the living room. The other party may be really poor, and he only bought one of my breakfasts.

The steamed stuffed buns in the convenience store looked steaming. I looked at the other person’s smiling face and asked concernedly while sitting at the dining table, “Did Dazai have breakfast?”

He pondered for a while, "Actually, I usually don't eat breakfast."

So I immediately opened the bun and handed it to him, "Let's eat together."

The other party looked at the meat buns near Chi Chi, and looked at me suspiciously, "Hey, is this enough for Xiaoyou?"

"Of course." I handed the steamed stuffed bun to his mouth, and then said to him affirmatively, "Half a word is just right for me." No wonder...

Osamu Dazai smiled and took my hand, and took a bite of the steamed stuffed bun. The warm steam almost made his long eyelashes wet. From my point of view, even eating steamed stuffed buns would make his face look handsome. Sentimental four years ago, the 22-year-old looks immature and very temperamental.

Seeing him eat the bun in my hand, I lowered my head to go to the bun, and whispered something to him while eating.

"Thank you."

He looked at me with a happy and satisfied smile, and I also looked at him with a smile, and took a bite of the bun, "It's hard work."

Simultaneously

Chuya Nakahara, who hung up the phone, put on his clothes and went inside the organization, only to see his subordinates waiting at the door.

The subordinate said to him respectfully, "Central Plains cadres, the leader welcomes you."