Every time I go home my wife is in a different world

The luxury cars parked outside the door quickly evacuated, and a group of young people made an appointment to visit the common people's shopping mall—haven't you ever visited?

When buying clothes or something, shouldn't the measurer be the first to do it?

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

The teenager who had made similar remarks just now couldn't help complaining: "Damn rich people..." He wanted to hit someone a little bit.He has a lot of pocket money, and he earns a lot from part-time jobs, but it's not that exaggerated.

No wonder there are always some underworld organizations trying to kidnap these wealthy children, the money is as if it came for nothing.

"Just get used to it, just ignore them." Fujioka Haruhi cherishes the normal people among a group of problem children.

Xu Wanghuan, who had to squeeze together, let out a fake cry.

It was only an hour's drive from the top of the mountain to the bottom of the mountain, and they soon gathered again in the park in front of the station.

Only one of the nine was a real girl, and the other...was clearly in the picture.The boy in the skirt behaved exactly like a girl. When he saw a milk tea shop, he drank milk tea, when he saw taiyaki, he ate taiyaki, and when he saw crepes, he ate crepes. He kept talking, and he didn’t know him. Where did all the food go.

At the end of the shopping, Haruhi Fujioka forgot his real attributes, and almost became a pair of close sisters arm in arm.

After entering the shopping mall, everyone slowly dispersed to look at the things they were interested in. Dazai actually suggested that he should go shopping with Haruhi to buy skirts.It's not you, it's too fast!Zhong Ye looked desperate and was dragged into the shop by Xu Wanghuan to sit down - I shouldn't have come out with these faulty people.

The shopping guide lady has superb acting skills, sweet smiles and sincere compliments can easily make customers completely forget their real situation, and just buy and buy in a daze.

Of course Chunfei was not hit, because she was poor.

But Dazai came out with several bags: "Chuya?"

"Why, don't call me, get out!" The orange-haired boy knew what he was thinking, turned around and didn't want this guy to get his wish.

But is Dazai the kind of person who is told to leave?

"No! I don't have any money~" The sister is soft and coquettish, of course cute, if he is such a worry-free girl, even if he wants to buy out the mall, he probably won't refuse, but Dazai has nothing to do with "cute" "Related elements, pretending to be coquettish will only make people feel cold and panic, just want to escape for their lives.

"Zhongye~Zhongye~~"

The black-haired "girl" who snuggled up next to the orange-haired boy made passers-by laugh, and Zhong Yuanzhong couldn't laugh at all.

too frightening.

"You..." He just wanted to say, "Are you okay, did you eat something wrong or someone hit you on the head, do you need to call an ambulance?" Dazai raised his head, lowered his head and ran out all the way. .

The self-willed second lady who is completely natural and has no flaws.

"You guys go on shopping, I'll go and see what kind of cramp he has. If you have any questions, call Attila, she's fine now." Zhong also realized that there must be some other sudden reason. Dazai had no choice but to get rid of these rich young masters.

Fujioka Haruhi: "Oh." Although I don't understand this style of painting, it's better not to delve into some things.

Xu Wanghuan: "Oh." Although I really want to understand this style of painting, I somehow feel that something terrible will happen if I dig deeper.

Conclusion: Well, it's better to be obedient and go shopping.

An hour later, all the members of Yinglan's male public relations department gathered again, and sure enough, two young masters from PortMafia were missing.Xu Wanghuan called to tell Lan Bo about this, she just said "yes" and told them not to worry about what to play.

"They're already back, don't worry, come and play again when you have time."

Xu Wanghuan believed it as soon as he heard it, and happily surrounded his members and went back to the Harada B&B to thank Ms. Harada who had worried about them all night.

Everyone except Fujio Haruhi: "..."

Does this guy realize nothing?Forget it, it's better to stay in one place honestly, and don't make trouble for the bodyguards.

In fact, Dazai and Chuya never returned to the villa at all, and the black-haired boy set his sights on the "target" he had been waiting for several days after leaving the women's clothing store.He accepted the "recovery" task from Mr. Mori, but the content was not limited to recovering a villa of a ladyboy.

The information points and relationship networks left in Karuizawa during the previous generation are important parts that must be recovered.

Ever since he entered the villa, he had suspected that Masuda and the others had gone to other organizations, otherwise they would not have never contacted Yokohama... But they didn't. Business.Therefore, the question had to be transferred to the higher level. The Yokohama side could not receive news from the organization branch, and the lowest level could not receive orders from the main body of the organization. It was obvious where the problem was.

Apparently these people also understood what mistakes they had made, and each of them hid it tightly and low-key, so they had to find another way to catch the mouse's tail.Even Rimbaud, a professional with his own hidden space, said that replenishment is a hassle. He thought that the half-bottle of vinegar hiding in Karuizawa would not be so meticulous.

Sure enough, they were found.

Do you think they will not come to places with a lot of people and tourists to investigate?

"Uncle, please follow up with the man in front, who dared to cheat and cheat!"

The tall slender girl opened the car door and pointed at another taxi in front of her, gnashing her teeth. The driver, who seemed to empathize with this, became sharp: "Don't worry!"

Two hours later, they followed the car in front of them around and came to a spa sanatorium. After getting off the car, the black-haired girl opened a wallet that obviously belonged to a boy, took out a banknote and stuffed it to the driver: "Thank you, no need to look for it." gone."

"Do you need me to wait for you here? What if something happens to you as a girl?" The driver looked worried at the slightly empty surroundings, but the girl who took the car was obviously quite confident: "It's okay, my brother will be there soon." I'll come over, it's okay."

"By the way, didn't you promise to bring something to the children when you went out today?" "She" smiled and waved her hands, and the driver was puzzled: "Huh? How do you know?"

"She" glanced at the sticky note the other party posted next to the steering wheel, and then looked down at the phone: "Then you have to hurry up, the store will be closed later."

The taxi driver was coaxed and tricked away by him, and Osamu Dazai stuffed the wallet from Nakaya into his skirt pocket: "Then, let me see what's hidden here~ I hope the slug can move faster."

An hour later, Mr. Zhong Yuan, who was in a hurry because his wallet was missing, ran all the way up the mountain and rushed into the hot spring sanatorium, which was suspected to be closed. Ten minutes later, the good building was turned into a pile of construction waste. Dazai sat on the only intact floor and stretched his waist: "The work is done, call Masuda to pull people... Ah, I forgot, your mobile phone is also here .”

"...Sure enough, I'll kill you!"

Masuda drove a few cars with other "maids" to "collect the corpse", and saw Mr. Dazai who had changed back into a formal three-piece suit with a smile and shot through the palm of one of the captives. Hearing the sound of the engine, he turned around and looked lazily. They glanced: "Ah, free labor is here."

"About how to execute traitors within the organization, I think you should know?" He threw the gun in his hand to him: "The five on the left, all deal with them according to the rules."

The "maids" stepped forward without saying a word - this boy is not only the adopted son of the leader, but also the youngest high-level person in the organization. If the leader does not give orders, then this person's orders are everything.Apparently Mr. Zhong Yuan and the leader's wife, who also spoke with weight, nodded and acquiesced to his actions. As the bottom line, they only need to concentrate on doing things.

The executed traitor was thrown into the silent mountain together with the collapsed building. The things that Mr. Mori wanted were loaded into the car and taken away. Once again passing by the gate of the park where everyone gathered, Dazai's kite-colored eyes lit up: "Occasionally It’s not bad to play house, isn’t it Zhongye.”

"I don't have your bad taste." The orange-haired boy wiped his shoes with a wet towel, knocked on the window when he saw the local-style shiny decorations on the side of the road, and said he wanted to go down: "I want to buy something for Attila Bring back."

Hearing this, Takahashi immediately stopped the car, went down and threw the wet wipes into the trash can, squatted in front of the stall and looked at them for a while, and picked out a few items to pay for - the wallet was still in Dazai's hand, and it was black again. Turning his face away, he punched Dazai in the face and "demanded" his wallet to pay the bill.

"We're back!"

As soon as he got back outside the villa, Dazai covered his eyes and posted it behind Professor Rimbaud's back. She was reading a book with plain glasses.It's not myopia, it's just to cover the eyes, but it becomes a habit after a long time. It's not used to the empty bridge of the nose when you don't go out to do part-time jobs.Seeing Dazai's aggrieved and aggrieved post, she knew that the two sons were having an awkward fight again, and it was definitely not Chuya who started the quarrel.

"Have you finished the work that Mr. Mori entrusted to you?"

"Are you hurt?"

"Have you enjoyed yourself?"

Old mother Sanlian, "Second Miss" put down his hands and raised his face to show her the dark circles under his eyes: "Chuya hit me again! He is too violent! Violent mad!"

After all, in front of Rimbaud, he didn't dare to use some more exciting adjectives, otherwise he might suffer another meal.

Zhong Ye, who was walking behind and diligently cleaned up the aftermath and explained the follow-up, saw someone in black as soon as he entered the door, snorted and showed the gift he brought back to Professor Rimbaud: "I'll wear it for you, I don't want it. Just give it away."

Rimbaud took the box and opened it to see that there was a layer of gaudy ornaments inside, which were bracelets, sweater chains and the like worn by folk artists after simple polishing with various crushed ores.She picked up an irregular malachite bracelet and put it on her wrist: "It's beautiful, thank you."

"Have you finished your work? Have you finished your homework?"

"Fight and play after finishing writing."

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

Dazai Osamu: "..."

"Oh, I know."

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