Living in Yokohama

"Master Abai—"

Nakajima Atsushi pushed open the door, and the girl subconsciously looked over with full of vigilance. After recognizing the person coming, Shirasaki breathed a sigh of relief: "It's you, Atsushi...what's wrong?"

"Master Abai seems to be in a bad mood recently," Atsushi Nakajima said honestly, "I saw this on the side of the road before, and thought Master Abai would probably like it, so I brought it here."

Obviously he is the famous white god of death, but Atsushi Nakajima behaved like a domestic cat in front of her, Baisaki said helplessly: "It's okay, don't worry about me too much."

Nakajima Atsushi shook his head persistently, and handed over the things.

It was a white sleeping basket cat ornament, with a lifelike expression, just like a real cat lying in a small basket.

Bai Qi had no choice but to say: "Okay, ah, by the way, Dun, are you free later?"

Atsushi Nakajima was slightly surprised: "Master Abai, do you need my help?"

"Eh? Not at all," Baisaki said, "It's just that you have helped me a lot, so I thought I would treat you to dinner if I have time... or something... Is it still not possible?"

"No, it's my honor." Atsushi Nakajima said softly without changing his face, "But I have made an appointment with Kyoka later... I'm very sorry."

"That's it, then there's nothing you can do about it, have fun." Shirasaki said goodbye to Atsushi Nakajima, turned around and put the ornaments in the storage room.

She really hasn't been able to lift her spirits very much recently, and of course it's not just because of the attacker she met that day.

...Shirasaki was just tired.

It wasn't that she was tired from being hunted down, but that every time the person who chased her appeared in front of her, she would clearly realize this fact.

——Her wealth and life are pinned on another person's joys, sorrows and joys.

No matter Hongye sister or middle class, as well as Jinghua, Atsushi, and the seemingly loyal subordinates outside, they only accept her because of the leader.

If she could see the leader, she could at least guess the leader's attitude towards her and act accordingly, instead of walking a tightrope like walking a step and saying a word like this now.

"Just leave the Port Mafia—"

Bai Qi quickly vetoed this proposal, and did not increase the reward of 250 billion US dollars. Just betraying the port mafia is enough for ordinary people to drink a pot. Adding up the two, it is simply that he does not die fast enough.

"What should I do...?" Bai Xiao muttered to himself, "Recently, I'll find Sister Hongye to practice some sex skills?"

But wishful thinking is not an offensive ability, and the defense can only rely on illusory "accidents". If someone in Hong Kong and Hong Kong is determined to kill her, then Atsushi Nakajima is enough to solve her.

At this time, Oda Sakunosuke sent a message.

[The person I told you about last time is really useful. ]

Attached below is a photo of the young man named Ryunosuke Akutagawa with a black face coaxing children with supernatural powers.

"Pfft." Bai Qi clicked on the reply box and typed a few words, hesitated for a while, then deleted these words one by one, put away the phone and walked out of the room.

Shirasaki came to the Lupine Bar alone.

Hearing the sound, the bartender kept wiping the glass with his hands, and asked, "Is it still the same?"

"Yeah!" Bai Qi sat on the bar and coaxed the three-flowered cat lying on the chair, "Come here Mimi ~ shake hands!"

Sanhuamao lazily and perfunctorily rubbed the pad against her hand, and Bai Qi withdrew her hand in satisfaction.

Seeing the bartender's neat movements of mixing drinks, Shirasaki waved his hand: "Ah, that's right! Please double the base wine!"

The bartender paused, turned his head and said worriedly: "Is it okay? I remember that Mr. Oda specially asked—"

"It's okay!" Bai Qi said cheerfully, "I came here secretly today, he didn't know."

Isn't this more worrying! ?

However, this was a request from the customer, and the bartender had to comply.

Even the sweet and greasy pomegranate juice couldn't suppress the bitter taste of double alcohol, Shirasaki frowned while drinking it in small sips.

"Are you in a bad mood?" the bartender said softly, "It might be better to talk to a friend than to drink."

Bai Qi lay half prone on the table, with a dazed look in his eyes: "Looking for a friend..."

The figure of Oda Sakunosuke appeared in her mind, but she quickly shook her head and threw the shadow out of her mind. Although she and Oda were friends, they were not good enough to talk about such things.

Bai Saki euphemistically said: "This is not bad."

Then she changed the subject: "It's still as delicious as before."

Bartender: "So shall I make you another drink?"

"En!" Shirasaki nodded vigorously, and then drank the wine in the glass.

Although there is only one glass of wine, it is already a bit high for Shirasaki, who is not very strong. She sat on the table restrainedly, her champagne hair slipped mischievously, and was pinned behind her head by the master tirelessly.

A hand suddenly stretched out from the side, and gently pinned the messy hair with a cherry blossom hairpin.

Bai Qi raised her head blankly, there was already a double image in front of her eyes, she struggled to identify: "Original, Oda...ah...not..."

She grabbed the opponent's hand, frowned, and said childishly: "You look so familiar."

The thin young man in a sand-colored windbreaker smiled softly, alleviating the devilish coldness on his body: "Really?"

Bai Xiao stared at the other party bitterly, her eyes gradually fogged up, she sniffled, and let go of the other party's hand: "Mmm...it really looks familiar..."

The young man walked up to her, and the three-flowered cat meowed, and jumped out of the chair to make a space. The young man sat down and said, "A glass of whiskey—has the lady seen me before?"

Bai Qi stared blankly at the chandelier on the bartender's head, and said with difficulty: "Mmm, um—"

She murmured in a voice that was so soft that it was almost inaudible: "Like, like the person in the dream..."

The young man was stunned, he held the cup and repeated in a daze: "Like someone in a dream...?"

However, Bai Qi was already silent in her own thoughts, she lay prone on the table, only seeing the blurred reflection of the young man on the marble table top.

She was aggrieved and dazed, and she didn't know who she was asking: "...how to..."

The young man moved closer and listened to her quietly.

"...how can I make that person like me more?"

She can work overtime or not take vacations, and she is willing to try even more inhumane jobs than now——

However, the leader must first see her in order to like her more and give her more trust, right?

The young man laughed muffledly, his iris-colored eyes were full of tenderness, he blinked slowly, as if talking to himself, and as if answering Bai Saki's question:

"No need, that person already likes you very much."