Enemy turned lover

The person in charge of cleaning in the cadre's office was trembling.

He looked up, and the ceiling was eye-catching with intensive shooting. When he lowered his head, the dagger standing on the ground reflected a cold light, and there were still wet and sticky marks on the sofa that could not be wiped off.He awkwardly held the rag, trying to pretend that he didn't know anything, but—in the trash can next to him, there was a rather high-end coat and a familiar bow tie.

He wanted to say: "Mr. Nakahara, it's useless for you to cover up like this. Mr. Dazai's clothes can be seen by anyone!"

No matter how shocked his inner activities were, he didn't dare to say a word, and tried his best to clean up those "strange" traces.

Zhong Yuanzhong also stood at the door of his office, his throat was uncomfortable, he lit a cigarette irritably, trying to use the smell of smoke to suppress the disgusting smell in his mouth.

"Move faster and take the trash can with you when you leave."

"Yes!"

The man who cleaned the room shuddered and sped up his movements to the point of frenzy.

Zhongyuan Zhong also turned around, leaning against the wall of the door, his eyes were gloomy, and his body exuded the aura of "I will kill you if you dare to come here", which made those mafia members who wanted to pass through the corridor of the cadre's office detour. , would rather take a few more steps than step on the minefield of the boss.

A quarter of an hour later, the cleaning staff came out with plastic bags and buckets full of garbage, their faces pale.

Zhong Yuanzhong also glanced at him coldly, restraining the killing intent in his eyes, "You know in your heart what you shouldn't say."

He didn't want to do it.

After all, he is not a bloodthirsty person, and the culprit in this matter is Osamu Dazai.

After getting the incoherent oath from the man, Zhongyuan Zhong let go of this man who was still his subordinate, and told him to get out of here quickly so that he wouldn't get in his way.

Walking into the office, Nakahara Zhong also opened the window to let the outside wind and the inside flow together, dispersing the smell.

"Cough!" He threw away the cigarette butt and spit into the ashtray.

He slapped it on the table, the veins on the back of his hand were exposed, and his face was grim, "What did that bastard eat me!"

The memory of last night is blurry, and Zhong Yuanzhong only remembers a few short fragments, and the more chaotic it gets, the body seems to be surrounded by hot breath, panting constantly, sweat slips from the forehead, and flows into the mouth, which is more salty The smell is even more exhausting than fighting the enemy head-on.

Anger and shame kept appearing, making him explode the first time he met Akutagawa Ryunosuke.

Hehe, do tasks?

He wants to kill Osamu Dazai more than the mission!

After beating Akutagawa Ryunosuke and other Dazai Osamu's subordinates, Nakahara Chuya was still furious. An hour had passed, and Dazai still hadn't appeared in front of him!

Damn, do you have the guts to do this kind of thing, don't you have the guts to come back!

The cadre's sense of responsibility pulled his precarious rationality, he took out a piece of paper, sat back at the desk and wrote the mission report.

As soon as he sat down, Zhong Yuanzhong suddenly "hissed" and pressed his hot cheek with his hand.

"It hurts--"

Bastard bastard bastard mackerel!

Nakahara Chuya, who fought in groups early in the morning, suffered his own consequences.

Zhong Yuanzhong also suppressed the sudden pain, and picked up a pen with plenty of ink, "Damn it, what was the mission yesterday—by the way, it took an hour to fight to destroy a small force, and two hours Time to clean up follow-up—then Dazai and I went to the bar for a drink—"

The handwriting that fell on the paper was neat and orderly, and the content was clear, and the manic mood of Chuya Zhongyuan could not be seen at all.

The first thing every mafia learns is to keep a secret. He doesn't want others to know that he has had a relationship with Osamu Dazai.

The task report did not need to be handed in by Zhong Yuan himself. He sealed the things and threw them to the leader's subordinates. Then he found the task sent to him by the leader without stopping, and decided to complete the handover of the port cargo alone.Only if he is busy enough can he stop thinking about this ridiculous morning, in case the headline news today is that Chuya Nakahara, one of the five cadres, and Osamu Dazai fought and destroyed the headquarters of the port mafia together.

That must have been the biggest joke of his life.

Zhong Yuanzhong also put on his hat, changed into new clothes, and his coat was draped over his shoulders, with a cold face and a vicious look.

He drove to the dock warehouse at Yokohama Port, encountered several unexplained attacks on the way, and after overthrowing the enemy, he walked to the destination, and a row of port mafia members in black suits immediately relaxed when they saw him. in one breath.Zhong Yuanzhong didn't say anything, and glanced at the dried blood on the warehouse wall. The color mixed with the rust, making it ugly and muddy.

He said hoarsely: "Continue to do your business, and I will watch from the side until the end."

This sentence gave these low-level members a reassurance.

Zhong Yuanzhong also jumped to a higher place and sat down to watch them work. The wind on the pier shook his coat and hat, making his body a little cold.

No, it's a bit hot and cold.

He touched his forehead and put down his hand unhappily, "I don't know why...how could I get sick."

I have a low fever.

In such an environment, Zhong Yuanzhong could only stare at the sea surface of the port expressionlessly, keeping his feverish head awake.

After a few hours, he finally arrived at the pier to finish shipping the goods.

At this time, the blind people came again, wanting to snatch this batch of goods, and Zhongyuan Zhongyuan couldn't understand, who gave them such confidence that they could take advantage of the port mafia?In the battle for the top spot a few years ago, the Port Mafia had already proved with their strength that they were the number one force on the land of Yokohama.

"Since you're here, save your life for me."

Zhongyuan Zhong also stood up from a high place, stepped on the empty shelf with his leather shoes, and mockingly looked down at the ants who were hiding their identities.

Ability - "Polluted Sorrow".

The strong gravity oppressed the assailant, the screams continued, and the ground was seized by the gravity to form a deep pit!

He exhaled a breath, and the slight heat dissipated. In the case of physical discomfort, the use of supernatural powers is not particularly easy.Fortunately, there is currently no enemy that can restrain him. In terms of gravity control, he alone is enough to defeat a group of guys organized by numbers.

Pressing the throbbing forehead with one hand, Zhongyuan Zhong also ordered the people below: "Pack up, don't make me wait for a long time."

After speaking, he jumped down the steps and returned to his car.

Searching through the storage box on the car, Zhong Yuanzhong also puffed up his cheeks, but found no fever medicine, only bandages and medicines to prevent wound infection.

"It's so annoying, everything doesn't go well!" He closed the storage box, opened the car refrigerator, took out iced coffee from it, and pasted it on his face to cool down.He leaned weakly on the seat of the driver's cab, glanced at the situation outside the window from time to time, and when he was sure that he could go, he stepped on the accelerator and left the port wharf with a whimper.

Zhong Yuanzhong didn't care whether he ran a red light or not, his body's instincts were enough for him to avoid taking pictures of the cameras at the intersection.

By the time he reached his destination, he was already in a daze.

The seat belt bound his upper body, so that Zhong Yuanzhong could also sleep on it sideways. The warm temperature in the car further contributed to his drowsiness, allowing him to enter a deep sleep from a light sleep.The brim of the hat covered most of Nakahara Chuya's face, and the orange-red hair curled up around the ears and neck, outlining the delicate lines of the face.

He just fell asleep.

The car was parked in the underground parking lot issued by the port mafia headquarters, and the lights were turned off.

The internal personnel monitoring the parking lot were lost. Why did the Zhongyuan cadres stay in the car all the time? Did something happen inside?

In order to prevent accidents, this member of the port mafia tactfully called Osamu Dazai, "Mr. Dazai, Mr. Nakahara's car is parked in the underground parking lot, but he hasn't come out for a long time. Could it be convenient for us to go over and have a look? "

Osamu Dazai sat up suddenly, lying on the bar, "How long has he been in the car?"

Oda Sakunosuke was drunk by him and ran to the bathroom at the moment, so he answered the phone alone at ease.

As for the bar owner in front of him——

He believed that the boss's mouth would not say a word more.

Osamu Dazai frowned when he heard the other party say "half an hour", "Your people don't go there, I'll be there later."

"Boss, I'll take a step first, please tell Oda Saku." After hanging up the phone, Dazai Osamu stretched his arms and said to the middle-aged boss with a look of begging.

The boss said calmly, "Okay."

Osamu Dazai ran up the steps with confidence, and left the bar on the basement floor.

When Osamu Dazai returned to the underground parking lot of the headquarters, another half an hour had passed. The cameras inside the port mafia had been watching Chuya Nakahara’s car closely. However, the front of the car was parked in the dead corner of the camera. The glass is covered with car film to prevent peeping, making it impossible for outsiders to know what Zhong Yuanzhong is doing.

As soon as Osamu Dazai came, he went straight to the front of the car and bent down to see what Nakahara was doing.

As a result, he saw Zhong also sleeping in the cab.

Fell asleep?

He took a closer look at the other person's face, his eyes froze, as if something was wrong.

"Chuya." He walked around to the car door, opened it, and found that the door was locked, so he took out another spare key from his pocket.

Seeing Osamu Dazai opening the car door with the key, the person on the surveillance camera sighed with emotion: "Mr. Dazai and Mr. Nakahara have such a good personal relationship. They even have the keys to the car. It's not as bad as those people said."

In fact, the key was taken by Osamu Dazai.

Osamu Dazai would also "borrow" Chuya Nakahara's car occasionally. It is more convenient to have a key, which saves him from having to pick the lock every time.

The warm air from the car door blew out, and Osamu Dazai reached for Chuya Nakahara's forehead with his hand.

Suddenly, Nakahara Nakahara, who was sleeping, launched a counterattack, pulled out the gun placed by his side, and pointed it at Osamu Dazai!Osamu Dazai grabbed the opponent's hand without blinking his eyes, then put the gun back, and suppressed Chuya Nakahara simply and roughly. This series of actions was completed in an instant, which fully demonstrated Osamu Dazai's understanding of Chuya Nakahara.

As he said before, even Chuya's breathing, pace, or fighting habits, he is very clear.

Feeling the temperature of his wrist, Osamu Dazai was amazed: "Have you got a fever?"

People with supernatural powers have good physiques, and it is very rare for them to get sick under normal circumstances.

Unbuttoning the seat belt, Osamu Dazai half-hugged Nakahara Chuya out of the car door, which had become docile, and touched the waist area. Nakahara Chuya struggled again. He was slightly startled, and immediately raised his arms and placed him in the middle of the car. Chuya's armpit dragged the person, and the high temperature on the opponent's body made him realize that this guy was going to the task while sick.

It's the conscience of the port mafia!

It's a bit unreasonable for the boss not to increase the salary of Zhongye.

Osamu Dazai was thinking about not looking for marginal things, while analyzing the situation of Chuya Nakahara's illness. There is no doubt that the fever had something to do with what happened last night.

Guessing this, Osamu Dazai changed the posture in which he was about to carry the person, and reluctantly put the person on his back.

Anyway, it's not the first time I've been hit in the back.

Every time this guy goes crazy with his supernatural powers and is exhausted, he has to be taken away.

Stepping into the elevator from the underground parking lot, he pressed the floor button to the medical department. The person lying on his stomach behind him was breathing weakly, and he could feel the heat through his clothes.

As soon as the elevator door on the medical department floor opened, Osamu Dazai saw who was on the opposite side, and pressed the "door close" button almost immediately.

"Wait! Dazai-kun!"

A man in a white coat who looked like a doctor blocked the elevator door and called out with a smile.

Dazai Osamu: "..."

The man didn't seem to see Dazai Osamu's displeasure, and said blankly, "I'm a doctor. I can see that Nakaya-kun has a fever and needs treatment. Let me help."

The corner of Osamu Dazai's mouth curled up, "No need, Boss."

That's right, the slovenly "doctor" in front of him is Mori Ogai, the leader of the port mafia.

Ran and egg.

Osamu Dazai's unilateral refusal was useless, Mori Ogai stood happily at the door of the elevator, and he would not leave unless Osamu Dazai came out.

After a few seconds of stalemate, Osamu Dazai sighed, "Excuse me."

Destined not to hide.

He handed Nakahara Chuya to Mori Ogai, and Mori Ogai hugged Nakahara Chuya in the way of a princess as expected.Mori Ogai didn't care about the temperature of Nakahara Nakaya's fever, but deftly opened the collar of the stand-up collar suit with his fingers holding the back of the opponent's neck to check whether there was a hickey on Nakahara Nakaya's slender neck.

The answer is - there are many.

Along the most important artery on the side of the neck, fine hickeys spread down, blue and purple, really conspicuous, one can imagine how wonderful it tastes to bite here.

Mori Ogai said with great compassion: "Oh, poor Nakaya-kun has been completely eaten up."

Osamu Dazai smiled.

Apart from laughing, he couldn't think of a second way to deal with it.

"Let's go, you don't need to stand here in a daze anymore, Chuya-kun needs treatment." Mori Ogai carried him into the elevator gracefully, and pressed the button to go to the floor of the chief's office.Osamu Dazai's heart flashed a little unhappiness. He originally planned to go to the medical department to get the medicine and leave, but Mori Ogai would stop him and make sure the matter between him and Chuya.

He knew that Mori Ogai must hold this dark history tightly in his palm, and he would tell it whenever he needed it.

When he arrived at the chief's office on the top floor, Mori Ogai put the burnt-out Nakahara Nakaya on the sofa, and called his subordinates in the dark to bring the hanging water.

From temperature measurement to injection, the leader of the port mafia is extremely skilled, like a dedicated doctor.

He took off Nakahara Nakaya's black gloves, inserted the needle into the blue blood vessel on the back of Nakahara Nakaya's hand, and finally wiped off the hot sweat on his forehead with a clean wet towel, tore off the fever patch, and pressed the fever patch to the high temperature. the forehead area.

After thinking about it, Ogai Mori untied Chuya Nakahara's bow tie and neck ring, and brushed those hickey marks with his fingertips intentionally or unintentionally, exposing the neckline for air.

There is a heavy tooth mark on the collarbone of Zhongye in the Central Plains.

From Osamu Dazai.

Osamu Dazai stood by and watched the whole process, and said calmly, "Boss, do you want Chuya to stay with you?"

Mori Ogai asked in surprise, "Shouldn't you take care of him, Dazai-kun?"

Osamu Dazai looked even more surprised than him, "Why should I take care of him? I'm so busy that I don't have time to take care of this half-dead slug."

Mori Ogai: "..."

Such a scumbag in terms of emotions, you win, Dazai-kun.

"Dazai-kun, you should watch more adult things instead of playing game consoles." Mori Ogai remembered the small report of his subordinates, saying that the cadre Dazai Osamu often played happily with the game console during the mission. He "kindly" persuaded Osamu Dazai, whom he personally taught, "Next time you finish this kind of thing, remember to clean your body for Chuya-kun, otherwise you will easily get infected and have a fever again."

Osamu Dazai's smile was a little stiff, but it was maintained at the level of "suddenly enlightened".

"I see, thank you Boss for teaching me."

Mori Ogai didn't let him go, and said slowly: "Also, Nakaya-kun's throat is a little swollen, during this time you asked him to stop smoking and drinking—" He looked meaningfully at Osamu Dazai, who was eager to leave, and showed his full strength. The vicious side of the person who came here, "Although I know oral sex will be very comfortable, but for the sake of your health, please do it less."

Osamu Dazai's face suddenly went blank.

He didn't understand how Mori Ogai found out, could he know it just by having a throat infection?This is impossible!

After thousands of words, Osamu Dazai could only utter one sentence: "I see."

Mori Ogai said with satisfaction: "You guys have grown up too, you can deal with emotional issues by yourself, I won't intervene, but Momiji doesn't have to be."

Osamu Dazai sighed inwardly.

As long as you don't disclose it to Koyo Ozaki, how could Big Sister Hongye know about it!