Enemy turned lover

Probably after the day they slept together in the hospital bed, the relationship between the two improved a little.The only difference is that when Dazai provoked verbally, Nakahara didn't bother to hit him, but threw the laptop over and let the other party continue working on the hospital bed.

If you don't go out to the field, you must also do clerical work.

Nakahara also took over all field tasks, tasks such as looking at the computer and giving orders to Osamu Dazai.

The division of labor between the two is clear.

After Osamu Dazai finished his work every day, he had no strength to commit suicide, and lay paralyzed on the hospital bed, waiting for Nakahara to buy him a takeaway dinner.

On the last day of the month, Mori Owai came to visit his conscientious subordinates once.

"Dazai-kun, you look much better."

"..."

Osamu Dazai looked at him speechlessly, and swore with all the bandages on his body that the number of recent injuries is definitely the most in history.

"I mean mental outlook." Of course Mori Ogai understood what the kid he raised was thinking.

"I still have a breath." Osamu Dazai said sincerely, "If Boss sends a few more flower baskets, I will probably be completely out of breath." Knowing that he doesn't like fake flower baskets, Mori Ogai insisted on sending them over. It's strange that there is no bad taste.

Mori Owai crossed his hands on the seat and put them gracefully on his knees, "The flower basket is a condolence gift, if you don't like it, I won't give it next time."

Playing is enough.

These words were written in the red eyes of the port mafia leader.

whispering sound.

Osamu Dazai looked away. Behind this slapstick incident was the confrontation between him and Mr. Mori.

Mori Ogai used Chuya's hand to clean him up, and he resisted.

finally--

Accidentally got into the game.

Osamu Dazai asked: "Why do you have to go on a business trip next month? The time is wrong and the situation is wrong. Yokohama, where there is no double black, will be spied on." It is the Supernatural Secret Service Division under the government.

Only when the situation is stable, will the Supernatural Secret Service Division not take action against the gangsters.

Double blacks are rarely separated.

Mori Ogai's eyes fell on Dazai Osamu's cold expression, as sharp as usual, and as nonchalant as usual.Osamu Dazai is the type who is afraid of chaos in the world. Most of the reasons for asking such questions are because of Chuya in the Central Plains.

"It's better to go out for a while." Mori Ogai replied gently.

"Is that so—" Dazai Osamu's eyes paused slightly, and then turned into the emptiness of work, leaning against the head of the bed and no longer speaking.

Mori Ogai sat in the ward for a while, peeled an apple with his own hands and put it in the fruit plate, put down the knife, and the leisurely and busy leader of the port mafia left here.Osamu Dazai turned his head to look at the apple without the skin. The light yellow flesh exuded a faint fragrance. Finally, he picked up the apple and took a bite. In the trash can in the corner.

It's so boring, An'an is recovering from injuries or something——

suddenly!

The sound of leather shoes stepping on the ground appeared——

The door of the ward was pushed open, and a gust of crisp air came in. The visitor said, "Get out of here and eat!"

Osamu Dazai jumped off the hospital bed in an instant, "Crab!"

Zhongyuan Zhong also put the lunch boxes on the table, all of which were freshly baked meals from five-star restaurants.In order to make this fluffy guy work hard, he would bring a copy back to the other party after dinner every time, so that the other party would not complain about the bad nutrition meals in the medical department.

"Delicious." Osamu Dazai stuffed a spoonful of crab meat into his mouth, and even small red flowers were about to pop out from his back.

Zhong Yuanzhong didn't even look at him, and went to get the laptop by the bed.

"Is the handover over?"

"Well, Chuya's hands are all about the martial arts faction, so it doesn't take any effort at all."

"Shut your mouth and go eat!"

"Aww, delicious!"

Osamu Dazai knew that he was going on a business trip tomorrow, so he quickly finished his dinner, "My injury has healed, and I will go back with you tonight."

Zhong Yuanzhong also looked at him suspiciously, "You recovered so quickly?"

Osamu Dazai showed him the proof of his rough skin and thick flesh—the various physical examination reports.

If you say half a month is good, it really will be good for half a month!

Zhong Yuanzhong also restrained his expression, too lazy to think too much, "It's up to you." Anyway, he will leave tomorrow by plane, "I'll give you 10 minutes, I'm going back." He has been busy for a long time during the day today, so that he can go back and have a good time at night. Rest for one night and leave for Russia on time the next day.

Osamu Dazai finished his meal within 5 minutes, grabbed the suit folded by the bedside and changed on the spot.

Zhong Yuanzhong also turned his head.

His whole body was covered in bandages, and people who didn't know thought he was being abused by the Mafia.

"Chuya, let's go." Osamu Dazai lost his sickness and walked out of the ward in good spirits.Nakahara Nakata also walked behind, neither fast nor slow, and took the time to look at the people in the medical department who were weeping with joy. It seemed that Dazai had been tossing them a lot when he didn't know.

During the drive in Zhongya Nakahara, Osamu Dazai was very happy, and even played a quiet and lyrical music on the co-pilot.

"Lulu—" Osamu Dazai hummed.

It's like a prisoner who escaped from the cage.

Zhong Yuanzhong couldn't help but said: "The people in the medical department shouldn't embarrass you. You have been on a half-vacation for a while. What are you dissatisfied with?"

Osamu Dazai said, "It's so boring!"

His whole body was filled with the intention of being a demon, he squeezed beside Nakahara Chuya, "Let me drive!"

Zhongyuan Zhong also looked at the traffic lights, stepped on the brakes, and kicked back the bastard's foot that was trying to touch the accelerator.

"You sit in the co-pilot for me, don't move!"

"I want to drive!"

"You drive your own car, don't touch mine, let go of your hand! Don't honk, do you want to provoke the police on the road—"

"I'm going to tell the police there's a Port Mafia cadre here!"

"It sounds like you're not the same."

Zhong Yuanzhong also complained about the other party's unreliable report. When the red light turned to green, he stepped on the accelerator and drove the car away.

The car arrived at the apartment safely, avoiding Osamu Dazai's claws once.

Going upstairs, Nakahara left Osamu Dazai behind and went to the bathroom with a change of clothes.

Osamu Dazai watched his movements, raised his eyebrows, and ran to the guest room to open the closet. There were all clothes in the closet, and the little man didn't throw away his things.After confirming the right to live in half of the apartment, he returned to the living room, turned on the TV, and selected a news channel.

Nakahara Zhong also wiped his hair with a towel and came out, and saw this scene that could be called a home in front of his eyes.

The chandelier in the living room was warm, and Osamu Dazai, who was sitting under the light, no longer exudes coldness. He crossed his legs and hugged the pillow to watch—animation? !

Nakahara Zhong also stared at the TV, "Your hobbies—quite unique—"

On the TV, the children's channel is playing Crayon Shinchan.

"It's very interesting. I should watch some funny movies after get off work to relax my nerves." Osamu Dazai said nonsense seriously, "Watching cartoons, I feel like I have returned to my childhood. It's a pity that I couldn't make such troubles to Mr. Mori in my childhood. .”

Zhong Yuanzhong also walked to the water dispenser next to him, took a glass of water with a water cup, "If you do that, I won't be able to see you alive."

The former Mr. Mori was not so good-tempered.

Osamu Dazai lazily said: "Without me, Chuka would have other partners."

Zhong Yuanzhong also said: "Not necessarily."

After drinking the water, he turned his head to look at Dazai tonight, "I will not be a partner with someone who is inferior to me." After indirectly acknowledging this guy's ability, he debunked the other party's purpose with disgust, "Dazai, what do you want?" Isn't that what you said?"

Osamu Dazai squeezed the pillow in his arms into a strip shape, kneaded the pillow, "When will it be Nakaya's turn to guess my mind,"

"Childish." Zhong Yuanzhong also rolled his eyes at him, and walked to the bedroom, "Don't bother me, I'm going to sleep."

Nine p.m.

There was no light in the bedroom, and Zhong Yuanzhong lay on the bed too early, but he didn't feel much sleepy.The walls and doors are well insulated, yet Crayon Shin-chan's voice is still poisonous, penetrating through and poisoning his keen hearing.

He sighed, pulled up the quilt, and hid under the quilt to avoid the noise pollution.

How could Dazai be able to watch such childish things!

"Click-"

The door was opened.

Nakahara Chuya gave up forcing himself to sleep, lifted the quilt, and faced Osamu Dazai with a hideous expression of "I'll kill you".

Osamu Dazai raised his hands and said innocently, "I came to see if you fell asleep."

Zhong Yuanzhong was also well aware of his abnormality all night, "Go out and don't shake in front of me."

"No." Osamu Dazai sat on the edge of the bed, propped his hands on one corner, "Chuya is going on a business trip tomorrow, I have been checking this task for the past few days, the situation in Russia is very troublesome, there are quite a lot of people with different abilities, there is no With my help, with Zhongye's IQ, you won't be able to come back for three months."

He is the only one who can make people move a little bit one second, and get angry the next second.

Zhong Yuan also gritted his teeth, "I will try to come back as soon as possible."

Osamu Dazai was not satisfied with his promise, or rather, what he wanted was another promise.

"No."

He moved forward, and Nakahara blocked him with his hands. This guy was still wearing a Port Mafia suit, and he looked very serious.

Seriously you bastard!

Osamu Dazai, do you dare to restrain your thoughts of crawling on the bed a little bit!

"Chuya, I applied for this mission from the Boss." Osamu Dazai's next words made Nakahara Chuya's eyes widen, "You wait for me for a few more days, and I will find a way to find you in Russia. There is a Boss sitting in Yokohama. , no matter how you think about it, it won’t be a big problem.”

This kind of straightforward help caught Nakahara Zhongya off guard, "I don't need you like this, I can complete the task by myself."

Osamu Dazai lowered his eyes, "Don't you need me, too?"

Central China is also stuck.

With Dazai's help, people with supernatural powers are nothing to worry about, and he can't say that he really doesn't need it.

"You——I don't want to owe you this favor!" Zhongyuan Zhong also found reasons to prevaricate, "Boss needs you more than I do. If you stay, I can rest assured about Yokohama, and Miss Hongye often needs you too. Help torture people—— Dazai, you—"

He found many reasons, and his words were drowned under those eyes that melted into the darkness.

There is not even a living obsession in these eyes.

It was too—deadly still.

"Chuya, I'll sleep here at night." When he was in a daze, Osamu Dazai got into the bed and hugged him like the time he slept on the hospital bed.

Zhongyuan Zhong also exploded, "No!"

Osamu Dazai hugged his little boy happily, and kissed again, "For the sake of you leaving quickly, give me a little souvenir."

He is on a business trip, not dying!

Zhongyuan Zhongye was entangled by him in a rascally way, and he couldn't avoid it. He wanted to kick his foot, but the other party shamelessly touched his leg in advance and said, "Zhongye's legs are still so beautiful." Then the adult enemy bowed his head blowing hot air in his ear, teasing him all the time, "It's a pity I didn't do it last time."

In less than a moment, the temperature on Zhongye's face rose sharply.

"Get out of here!"

"I can't get out, let's do it, the condoms are all taken."

"Don't kiss anymore—"

Today's Nakahara Chuya is still struggling on the edge of his precarious sexual orientation, regretting why he knew this person!