[Comprehensive] If we have another possibility

Morning dawn.

Zhong Yuanzhong was also busy in the kitchen wearing a simple white shirt and suit pants. When he picked up the frying pan, he felt a sore waist, and his ears turned red. Thinking of what happened last night, he was inexplicably dazed.

After an unknown amount of time, the bathroom door opened and closed, and then, a familiar voice came to my ears: "...It seems to have a burning smell."

"Huh? Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." Zhongya regained his senses in an instant, fixed his eyes on the tragedy in the pot, hurriedly turned off the fire, picked up the spatula and tried to save the fried eggs inside.

Fei Shi walked to his side, looked at the charred egg and said silently: "...the taste of charcoal?"

"This, this was just an accident!" Zhong also tried to explain in great embarrassment, "I was a little distracted just now—!!"

"...?"

The young man's voice stopped abruptly, Fei Shi was a little puzzled, and turned to look at him.

In the morning light, the face of the cherry-haired youth was covered with a layer of golden light, sacred and soft.His green eyes are not as cold as usual, the corners of his eyes are slightly raised and the tails of his eyes are moist, the hair on his forehead is a little messy, a few strands are wet with water, clinging to his fair to transparent cheeks, his expression has an indescribable charm.

The young man's black shirt was not fully buttoned up, revealing some skinny and delicate clavicles, like some kind of taboo absolute domain, and his mouth was dry after seeing it.

He twitched his mouth twice, retracted his gaze and lowered his head as if wandering in heaven, his voice was erratic, and the roots of his ears flushed uncontrollably: "No, it's nothing."

Fei Shi paused, then drew back and touched his forehead: "Are you uncomfortable? It is true that you will easily get sick after that, but I already helped you take care of it last night—"

"Ah, please don't talk anymore! It's nothing to say!" The orange-haired young man's face exploded with scalding heat, and he hurriedly pushed the person who disturbed his mind away, "Okay, sir, get out soon! I can eat!"

"...?"

Fei Shi walked out following his strength inexplicably, but after confirming that he didn't have a fever, he didn't worry about it, but turned around when he walked out of the kitchen, and stretched his long arms around the petite young man's waist. He took it into his arms, and pressed a kiss on those radiant blue pupils: "Thank you."

Nakahara Chuya's brain went on strike instantly, and he raised his head with a blank expression.

"Sir..." he murmured, and suddenly reached out to grab Fei Shi's lapel, "Mr. said last night that he would not come to Yokohama again. Is this true?"

Fei Shi was taken aback for a moment, he didn't expect that yesterday's casual mention would be remembered by him until now.

He pondered for a while, raised his hand to rub his soft orange hair, and did not deny it: "After all, I am going to Xiongying to go to school, and my free time is limited. Moreover, it is also a bit troublesome for me to continue to be exposed to the sight of the mafia. "

After all, the guardian is Aizawa Shouta, he is destined to be on the hero's side.

Knowing what he meant, Zhong couldn't help showing a disappointed expression.

"However." Fei Shi's voice changed in the next second, facing the dazed blue pupil with calm eyes, "You can come to me anytime."

Zhong Ye's eyes widened, he couldn't believe it: "Is it okay?"

"Ah. As long as you don't dislike my place, you can come anytime."

"No!" Chuya's denial blurted out, and he was a little embarrassed to meet Shang Feishi's gaze, and avoided his gaze, his ears were hot and his voice was muffled, "I won't dislike..."

He pursed his lower lip and swallowed the next words, raised his hand to hook Fei Shi's neck, and kissed him proactively.

The young man with a short stature had a fresh breath, with the smell of mint-flavored toothpaste, and a light fragrance of orange on his body, and the feelings conveyed through the kiss seemed to have a pure and sweet taste like fruit.

He must be very puzzled by Fei Shi's troubles to get into Xiongying, but he is obedient and doesn't ask anything, just silently obeying Fei Shi's decision.

Fei Shi lowered his eyes slightly, and brought the young man into his arms, the kiss deepened unconsciously.

"Hmm..." Nakaya's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he smelled a hint of danger in the dizzy kiss, and quickly backed away shyly, clutching Fei Shi's collar, his eyes watery and panting repeatedly : "Sir... I, I still have to go to work..."

Fei Shi kissed his forehead noncommittally, and let him go.

Shortly thereafter, on the ground floor of the port mafia office building, Zhong Ye walked into the elevator unconsciously with a smile on his lips, and met his deadly enemy before closing the door.

Osamu Dazai walked over with his hands in his pockets, and when he saw Zhong, he slightly bent his eyes, but the smile was far from reaching his eyes: "Good morning, Chuya, why, did you come to work at this hour today?"

Against the deadly enemy, the Central Plains will not have a good face.

"What right do you have to say about me? You're a guy who just throws jobs to his subordinates?!" He choked out angrily, but raised his hand and pressed the button, not letting the elevator door close.

"Yes..." Dazai walked into the elevator wearily, and turned around to stand shoulder to shoulder with Nakahara Chuya.

The elevator doors closed and the space was sealed off.

A few seconds later, Osamu Dazai, who was standing boneless, moved his nose, stood up straight suddenly, and stared fearfully at Nakaya with his eyes that concealed the killing intent in astonishment.

Zhongyuan Zhongye's keen fighting instincts immediately sensed the huge hidden danger, and he turned his head suddenly, with a vigilant and unfriendly expression: "What are you doing?!"

"...Why do you smell like Mr.?"

Osamu Dazai took a step forward, all the pretended smiles on his face disappeared, his kite-colored pupils contracted pathologically, and he could see the thin red that flashed across Chuya's face, and his eyes were as black as a quagmire in an instant.

He would not admit it wrong, that faint fragrance once saved him from the deepest despair in the world, it was engraved on his bones and soul, and he could recognize it with just a little bit of it!

——Chuya Nakahara, why did you get this smell? !

As if in an instant, the slender and pale young man's eyes became cold and terrifying.

Even at a distance of nearly one meter, Zhong Yuanzhong could feel the madness and malice in him that was on the verge of losing control at this moment.

He is angry.

The smell of Mr. appeared on him, and this alone made him so angry.

Many dots that were not connected before were strung together into a line, and Zhong Yuanzhong also understood something at once, and the sense of victory that surged in his heart made him not only not afraid, but showed an arrogant smile.

"That's it, Dazai... Ha, it's a pity that you are a step late, Mr. was with me last night, understand?!"

Osamu Dazai's pupils suddenly shrank to the size of a pinhead.

With a sound of "ding", the elevator arrived, and the young man's voice echoed in the long corridor.

No one moved.

Dazai had no expression on his face.

He stood there with his hands in his pockets. Needless to say, his right eye was covered with bandages, but his left eye was also so weird that people could not see the slightest emotion. Come cold and malicious.

Like tarsal maggots, it crawls tightly along the bare|exposed skin, wrapping up the terrifying malice that makes people unable to breathe.

Zhong Yuanzhong's expression darkened unknowingly, his blue eyes were as indifferent as the unfathomable bottom of the sea, and an astonishingly oppressive aura emanated from him, the danger was so strong that it made people feel frightened.

The unstable gravitational factor distorted the space at some point. He was in the center, and there was a cruel light in his eyes, like a dragon whose scales had been touched. Just looking at it made people shudder.

The collision of malice and arrogance can be called a catastrophic level. Needle drops can be heard in the corridor, and the nearby mafia dare not show their atmosphere. All of them froze in place with livid faces and sweaty heads, feeling as if their skin would be invisible pierced by the cold blade.

What saved it all was a magnetic voice that suddenly sounded.

"Oh my, what's the matter, Dazai-kun? Chuya-kun?"

The frozen air stagnated slightly, and then finally flowed again.It's just that the weirdness still can't be eliminated, and the faint and dangerous divergence is infinitely centered on the two young people.

Dazai Osamu and Nakahara Chu also turned around at the same time and walked out of the elevator.Zhong Ye took off his hat and put it on his chest, and the person rushed to bow respectfully: "Chief."

"Good morning, Chuya-kun. What are you and Dazai-kun doing here?"

Mori Ogai, who was rarely followed by a young girl, had a smile of interest on his lips, asked Chuya, but looked at Osamu Dazai.

The young man in black who was looking lazily at the side turned his head when he heard the words, and replied with no emotion: "Huh? Nothing, Mr. Mori."

He read the last three words without any ups and downs, looked at Chuya with cold eyes, and showed him an extremely gentle smile.

That smile was really weird, and the eyes were dark like the corner of an abyss, eerie, and more twisted and cruel than before.

At this moment, Osamu Dazai completely tore off the human disguise on him, and clearly showed his killing intent to Zhong Yuanzhong.

— Either you die, or I die.

All these signals were received by the Central Plains without any omission.

And just right.That's what he planned too.

The orange-haired youth raised his eyebrows slightly, and also smiled at Osamu Dazai, with the most extreme disgust and disdain surging in his eyes, making him look as cold and ruthless as a rock.

Mori Ogai stood in front of the two of them and watched quietly, with a half-smile in his eyes.

In the evening of the same day, Osamu Dazai killed his subordinates on the way to the mission and defected from the port mafia.

After blowing up Zhongye Zhongye's car, he disappeared like a drop of water in the ocean.

"Damn...that damned mackerel!!"

Zhongyuan Zhong also put the wine glass on the table fiercely, without the slightest feeling of enjoying Betus in 89, his heart was filled with rage and murderous intent, and his eyes were even bloodshot.

"Well, calm down, Nakaya-kun." Mori Ogai swayed the red wine, his expression was deep and hard to distinguish, but his voice was very gentle, "The matter has come to this point, no matter how angry you are, it won't help, we can only remedy it from now on."

"Boss!" Chuya gritted his teeth, knelt down on one knee and saluted Mori Ogai, lowered his head, his eyes filled with cold anger, "I apply to go and arrest former cadre Osamu Dazai in person."

Mori Ogai's eyes darkened, he put down his wine glass and crossed his hands, looking unsurprised.

but.

"Mr. Dazai has defected, and the current port mafia cannot do without another of the five major cadres, Mr. Chuya."

"What does the leader mean...let him go?!" Zhong Yuan raised his head abruptly, squeezed out the syllable through his teeth, "Did you forget?" Big Iron Law! "

"Well, of course I know this, but I have to consider the overall situation of the port mafia." Mori Ogai said with a hint of toughness, "This is a decision I made based on the current situation of the organization. Do you understand? Mr. Zhongye?"

"..."

Zhong Ye opened his mouth silently, but in the end he could only lower his head silently, hiding all his unwillingness and hatred in his heart, his voice hoarse: "Yes, leader."

Mori Ogai's expression softened slightly: "Stand up, Nakaya-kun, I still need you to do a lot of things."

"...Yes." Zhongya responded in a low voice, stood up steadily, all the out-of-control expressions on his face disappeared the moment he raised his head, and he turned back into that calm and determined Hong Kong black cadre.

Mori Ogai heaved a sigh of relief, put his hands down and leaned on the back of the chair, his smile became more ambiguous in an instant.

"Speaking of which, Mr. Zhongye, as a qualified leader, I sometimes need to care about the physical and mental health of my competent subordinates, are you right?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also frowned, his eyes slightly confused: "...is it?"

A trace of satisfaction appeared on Mori Ogai's face, he leaned forward, and his smile deepened little by little.

"The person who stayed with Chuya-kun last night seems to have a very rare hair color?"

- Puff.

Zhong Yuanzhong also froze his body, his pupils dilated slowly.