funeral

Nagasawa feels that his work has fallen into a situation where he can't do anything, and the culprit is the drug dealer named Shii.

The other party seemed to be aware of his pursuit, and disappeared shortly after the action.

No matter how hard Nagasawa's people tried, they couldn't find out more information, and even the previous description of physical characteristics, which was of great reference value, was temporarily shelved because of the large differences in the caliber of all parties.

Nagasawa has been scribbling and drawing on the whiteboard for several days. However, due to the lack of information on the whole incident, it is difficult to find a breakthrough.

"Could it be that more than one person is using this name?" Facing the description of his appearance that was put aside, Nagasawa had such an idea, "Is there a group committing crimes...?"

This situation is not impossible, but where should we start to track now?

"Mr. Nagasawa, the time is up."

Outside the door, a voice he hadn't heard for a long time interrupted his thoughts.

"Oh, Aoba, when did you come back?" Nagasawa was a little surprised when he opened the door.

"Yesterday, because there was a lot of work to be handed over, I haven't had time to report to you, please forgive me."

Standing outside the door was an ordinary-looking man with excessively fair skin.

"It's okay, it's okay, have you... said goodbye?" Nagasawa looked deeply at the person in front of him.

"Yes." The other party only answered briefly.

Aoba is the person who has been with Nagasawa for the longest time. He is about 26 or seven years old. His ordinary appearance makes him look like a serious and rigid office worker at first glance, but this man is actually Aizawa Gumi Wakato's right-hand man.

A year ago, his adoptive mother was found to have terminal cancer, so he asked Nagasawa for a long vacation to concentrate on accompanying her.

Aoba doesn't have any particularly deep feelings for her adoptive mother, but in his understanding, people with cancer need the company of their families.

"It's really inconvenient without you. The efficiency of those idiots has given me a lot of headaches this year."

"It won't happen in the future," Aoba tried her best to adjust her facial nerves, as if trying to soften her expression, "Now you are the only one who can concentrate on my service."

"Wow, it feels like a flag has been set up for me~" Nagasawa laughed.

"terribly sorry."

"By the way, what's the next itinerary?"

"You want to meet a lady named Sunako."

"...how did you forget about this?"

The day and night work during this period made Nagasawa look tired, the look in his eyes was slightly darker than before, and even the clothes he was wearing were taken for granted.

"The meeting time is three o'clock sharp in the afternoon, so you have plenty of time to take care of yourself now."

Although the facial nerves are still there, Nagasawa always feels that the expression "I'll know it when you see it" is read on Aoba's face, maybe this is Aoba's unique tenderness.

The agreed place is in a high class western restaurant in the city center.The gorgeous crystal chandelier and complicated knives, forks and spoons like surgical instruments are the environment that Ito would like.

Will you bring that person here for a date someday?Nagasawa thought so, the corners of his mouth raised unconsciously.

Nagasawa sat in the box until three o'clock, and the other party appeared on time in high heels.

The appearance is not much different from the photo, even more beautiful, especially the milk/volume, which is quite impressive.

Although Nagasawa was somewhat resistant to being forced to go on a blind date as a gangster, but at this time he felt that he seemed to have made a profit.

No way, who made him a man with normal physiological functions.

Aizawa Unako sat down on the chair, and immediately took out a few things from her bag.

Hold the cigarette, light the fire, suck and exhale, the movements are as smooth as flowing clouds and flowing water.

He looked like a veteran at first glance, Nagasawa laughed from the bottom of his heart.

"Then I'll get straight to the point." Xuna shot the cigarette ash, "As a woman of the Aizawa family, marriage is to bring the greatest benefits to the team as much as possible. I've realized this a long time ago, so I won't object to the higher-ups This is not only an explanation to the team leader, but also a pass for myself. With this layer of disguise, my life will no longer be restricted in the future, I believe you think so too."

Nagasawa nodded in agreement, it was rare to meet such an enlightened woman, and she also had big breasts, his desire to conquer was gradually aroused.

"Very good," Sunako continued, "I won't take care of your private life after getting married. Correspondingly, you don't want to interfere with me either. Let's go our separate ways."

"What about the daily bed/bed life between husband and wife?"

As long as such a stunner is a man, he will want to hug him, even Nagasawa is no exception, but what Sunako said next made him black face instantly.

"I'm sorry," the woman stroked her hair with a smile, "You're not my type, so it's completely impossible for you to have a married life."

"Really? Then what is your type?"

"Hmm..." Sunako nodded her red lips with her hand, looking extraordinarily attractive, "Just like the little brother next to you."

"Aoba?" Nagasawa was a little incredulous, and turned his head to look behind him.

It was midsummer, and Aoba was still wearing a full suit, wrapping herself tightly.Not only that, but he even wore very heat-absorbing black gloves, which made his already unusually pale complexion even paler.

"That's right, it's this kind of facial paralyzed man with an air of restraint/desire, which makes people want to take off his layers of clothes bit by bit," Xu Naiko's soft eyes were full of excitement, "Hey, he is Your secretary, how about selling it to me, my sister will treat you well~"

Nagasawa couldn't laugh or cry for a moment, but fortunately, this crazy woman didn't fall in love with Ito, because that person was also similar to Aoba to some extent.

But Ito's words shouldn't be hard on women, right?

"Is this the first time you've been confessed?"

On the way back, Nagasawa asked Aoba in the back seat, his tone seemed a bit unwilling.It's really sad that such a masculine man was defeated by Aoba!

"Yes." Aoba focused on driving the car.

"How does it feel to be confessed by a big/breasted sister?"

"If Mr. Nagasawa intends to give me away, I will feel very troubled." The other party replied solemnly.

"Pfft...hahaha, that sister will be very sad when she hears your words!"

Ito received a strange call while attending a department dinner, and the noisy environment forced him to go out to answer it.

After returning to the box, his ugly face became even more gloomy. He took out a stack of coins and put them on the table, leaving everyone behind in a hurry.

Aoba made the call, saying that Nagasawa was unwell and asked him to hurry over.

Originally, he was reluctant to attend the dinner party initiated by those interns, but now he finally has an excuse to escape.

However, he shouldn't be lucky at this moment... Ito looked at the rearview mirror, and the expression reflected on it was a little anxious.

When Ito arrived at the villa, Aoba was already waiting at the door.

"Mr. Nagasawa said he was not feeling well when he came back from work in the afternoon, but he insisted on refusing to go to the hospital..." Aoba explained to Ito and took him to Nagasawa's bedroom.

Nagasawa lying on the bed seemed to be in a coma, his face was ashen, without any blood, and his forehead was sweating non-stop.

Ito touched the man's neck to check his body temperature, took the flashlight and looked at his eyelids, pressed his fingertips to check the blood return, and put on the earpiece to measure his heart rate.

"Has he eaten and rested on time these days?" Ito asked everyone after doing a few brief investigations.

"Uh... this..." The younger brothers at the side were at a loss for words.

"Brother has been shutting himself in the room for the past few days, and he probably hasn't slept much..."

"As a subordinate, how can you not even notice this!" Ito reprimanded everyone with a frown on his face.

"It's my fault, I didn't notice Mr. Nagasawa's abnormality in time." Aoba said.

Ito sighed. The most important thing right now is Nagasawa's condition, not losing his temper at others. Fortunately, there are all kinds of medicines in the spare first aid kit here.

Ito fed Nagasawa a few pills, put him on a drip, and then sent everyone out, while he sat aside and focused on guarding the person on the bed.

In a daze, Nagasawa saw Ito stirring the soup on the bedside, and suddenly had a strange thought: If they got married, would their married life be as peaceful and peaceful as this?

He came home from work in the group, and Ito prepared the meals. During the meal, the two told each other what they saw and heard today.

On weekends, you can go outing together, or stay at home and watch movies and eat popcorn.

When Ito came back from the night shift, he put away the bath water early, and when he made Ito angry, he gave gifts to make amends, and when the other party made him unhappy, he paid back with his body.

I don't know why I yearn for a life that I didn't like to see in the past.

"Do you know why the death rate among employees of the Big Four is so high?" Ito, who was fiddling with a spoon, said suddenly.

"What?" Nagasawa recovered from his delusions.

"Because they're overworked."

"Your jokes are always cold!" Nagasawa sneered.

Ito placed the stirred decoction on the bedside, pulled out the infusion needle for Nagasawa, estimated his body temperature with the back of his hand, and after confirming that there was nothing serious, he packed his things and prepared to leave.

"It's getting late, why don't you spend the night here."

The people in front of them were still busy around.

"I always feel that I will sleep more peacefully when you are by my side..."

The movements in his hands gradually stopped.

Ito walked into the bedroom again wearing Nagasawa's spare bathrobe. Nagasawa was taller than him, so the bathrobe hanging on his body was naturally empty.

"Hey, let me say, you should use less pomade... Look how much younger you are now, and you don't have that uncle's face anymore."

"You don't seem to be qualified to talk about me." Ito straightened his bangs that were not yet dry.

Nagasawa shrugged, "That's right, we are all fanatics with big backs..."

After Ito climbed onto the bed, Nagasawa approached him suddenly, with one hand wandering uneasily between the hem of the man's bathrobe.

"A wounded person should look like a wounded person, besides..." Ito narrowed his eyes, "It is impossible for a person to get an erection when he is extremely tired."

"Oh, yeah? Then I'll show you a 'medical miracle'!"

The hand that was being teased/raised drove straight in, firmly covering Ito's things, such a movement caused the person/servant to sigh, and just as he was about to proceed to the next step, the mobile phone rang.

Nagasawa glanced at the screen, and gradually put away the playful look just now.

Judging from the content of the conversation, it should be the team leader of the Aizawa group, as if he is giving Nagasawa something, and it seems that he will talk for a long time.

Ito felt bored, so he touched a cigarette by the bedside, and then looked around for a lighter.

Nagasawa had an unexpectedly short call. After hanging up the phone, he sighed softly, remained silent for a long time, and finally said, "If there is no accident, I will get married next year."

Ito's cigarette lighting hand trembled slightly.

"The other party is a beauty."

"Then I really want to congratulate you." Ito said slowly after taking a puff of smoke.

Nagasawa lay helplessly on the pillow, "It's just a formality, besides, the other party thinks I'm not attractive enough, so I'm not her type..."

"Ha, people who think like this must have bad eyesight."

Ito lowered his head to smoke, and suddenly felt a pain in his shoulder, and the next moment, a cold object covered the corner of his mouth.

Perhaps because he was afraid that the cigarette butt would hurt that person, he instinctively kept that hand away.

Time seemed to stand still, only the sound of burning tobacco could be heard.

"This is the happiest thing I've heard today." Nagasawa took Ito's cigarette and pressed it directly on the bedside to extinguish it. There seemed to be other complicated things in his eyes besides a smile. "This is a reward for you..."

As he spoke, he pulled away the tie of Ito's bathrobe and buried himself in the things between his legs.

Ito's reaction was a little slow, and he didn't know how to describe his mood at the moment.

Obviously the touch from the lower body/body is pleasant, but there is a faint dull pain in the heart.

How strange, how could it be so contradictory?

He has his own life, and it is only natural for him to marry someone else.Besides, I have already realized this, so there is nothing to be sad about, is there?

but……

But why did this day come so quickly?

Ito was in a daze, as if it was yesterday that he met Nagasawa, he hadn't had time to catch up with the other person's heart, but that person wanted to leave him again.

From now on it will never be there again...

Nagasawa swallowed/vomited Ito's things, not knowing whether it was because it was too deep or bitter in his heart, the corners of his eyes were slightly red after a few back and forth.

Bastard, why don't you ask to ask me to stay... If it was him, I would definitely give up this stupid decision.

However, I have been pushing that person away unilaterally all along, so that he can only watch timidly from the other side, not daring to approach rashly.So there will be such a result between them, who can be blamed...

The two endured this situation with their own minds, but the sadness in their hearts could not stop their physical honesty. This may be the reason why Carpe Diem is talking about it.

Even if it's just tonight, let that person indulge and fall with me.

The author has something to say:

I'm really busy at the end of the year, so I took the time to write another article

Speaking of which, I always felt that there was something missing in the article, and now I finally found it.As a charismatic leader, Nagasawa must have many younger brothers who follow him loyally, and the reason why he has today's status is not achieved by himself. The more important roles cannot be replaced by younger brothers A, B, C, Ding, so there is the image of Aoba

I actually refused to add a new character at the beginning (poof, Jackie Chan’s upper body), because this role is very important, and it will have a great impact on the subsequent plot. Once this kind of setting is established, it may be difficult to withdraw later, so it is very exciting People have a headache, and they are worried that they will bump into the human design.

The character design that will collide with it is naturally Ito.After thinking about it carefully, there is still a big difference between the two people.The first is the difference in appearance, poof!Ito is the abstinent elite style, Nagasawa is the tough and domineering style, Kirishima is the feminine and charming style, Kawase is probably the popular delicate and fresh meat style... Everyone is so good-looking, so I can only feel sorry for Aoba. an ordinary person.

The above character design is my own understanding, everyone's brain hole is different, and the image made up by the brain must be different!

There is also a difference in personality. I think Aoba is too calm towards the outside world. Although Ito is also cold, there is an element of arrogance and awkwardness in his character, and he is more flesh and blood than Aoba.

To put it bluntly, it is Ito's indifference to objects, he will show different states when dealing with Nagasawa, Kirishima, and Fukuda, and he will treat people and things that he is not interested in with a cold face that I don't care about.As for Aoba, no matter who the opponent is, no matter what he is facing, he treats him equally, and always looks like "Oh, that's it", he can be called a complete robot with facial paralysis.

As for the setting of the big/breasted sister, it was actually my bad taste that caused the trouble, and I always felt that something would happen between her and Aoba.Discussed with Xiba before, her ideas are all about the setting of girlish feelings, but I only have filth in my mind, only filth, only filth. . .i repent

After talking so much, I feel like I can break it. I must have held it in for too long. Hahaha, see you next time.

MUA~