[Comprehensive] What should I do if Mr. Ban sees me? !

The word "Come here", for some reason, made people hear the fierce and cold meaning of "Come here for my old lady".

Can't help but think of the little milk cat with its teeth and claws.

"..."

But Uchiha Madara knows very well that the person in front of him is not a pure and harmless little milk cat.

As long as she wants to, she can easily find out the truth.

Uchiha Madara gritted his teeth.

That bastard Hashirama's bad idea!

"What have you been doing these past few nights?"

Mochizuki Baitao sat on the edge of the bed, folded her arms, and stared at him from bottom to top.

"... something happened in the village." Uchiha Madara replied.

Mochizuki Baitao raised her eyebrows, "With Senshou Zhujian?"

Uchiha Madara nodded slightly.

"Where did it go?"

"..." Uchiha Madara pursed his lips and did not speak.

Mochizuki Baitao suddenly smiled, and the previous aggressive aura turned into a more gloomy aura, "I never knew that Mr. Hashirama is a master of women's clothing."

Madara Uchiha: "?"

Mochizuki Baitao suddenly stretched out her hand, and lifted the royal robe hanging on his arm, on which were two light red...lip marks.

Uchiha Madara froze slightly.

He remembered!

When I was in Huajie with Zhujian, a wandering girl accidentally fell over, and he politely reached out to support him, saying that it was a support, more like deliberately keeping the other party from himself.

It seems that it was accidentally stained at that time.

Mochizuki Baitao bowed her head, sniffed at the tip of her nose, and her smile widened, "This osmanthus smells really good, huh?"

Uchiha Madara: "..."

A little cowardly, to show respect.

It has to be said that Baitao, as the leader of the mafia, has a very steady aura of coldness, just like when the weather warms up in March in the spring, when the wind with snow blows suddenly, it makes people shudder.

Just like Baitao is not afraid of him, in normal times, Uchiha Madara would not be afraid, on the contrary, he would appreciate it, but right now...

Isn't this... justified...

After a moment of stalemate, Uchiha Madara raised his hand to hug her, and said in a deep voice, "I didn't."

"uh-huh."

Mochizuki Baitao let him hug her for a while, then pushed him away, and fell on the bed, "Then go to sleep."

Uchiha Madara was a little confused.

That's it?

I always feel...a bit...not so good...

as predicted.

The little girl wrapped the quilt firmly, wrapped herself into a rice dumpling, and turned her back to him.

In the dim room, Uchiha Madara stared at the black back for a moment, took off his coat resignedly, took out another thinner quilt from the closet, and slept with his clothes on.

Silent.

The man's dark pupils stared at the ceiling for a moment.

Can't say it now, wouldn't it be a waste of preparations?

He glanced at the little girl who had rolled to the edge of the bed and resolutely distanced herself from him, and stretched out his hand——

But the fingertips retracted a moment before touching the hair on the back of the opponent's head.

Baitao is very smart, so she should be able to guess what he is doing, but it is precisely because she can guess that she shouldn't be really angry with him.

But this kind of way of being awkward and not awkward...

He really has nothing to do with him.

Uchiha Madara sighed silently in his heart and closed his eyes.

Just when he was about to fall asleep, someone pushed him with a JIO.

That's right!

Kicked him a JIO with his cold little feet!

"I'll try to see if you're cold."

The big eyes are extraordinarily black and bright in the dark night, full of innocence.

After saying this, the little girl turned back to sleep again.

Uchiha Madara: "..."

fuck.

……

Hokage-sama never expected that his hard days were still to come.

First of all, the sweet bean curd sushi is gone when I come back at night, and then, the sweet parting kiss in the morning is also gone...

Should he be lucky that he can still eat at Huoyinglou, otherwise Baitao would cook him a table of red and spicy dishes just like in the modern world!

All in all, all sweet things are gone!

The key point is that Baitao still controls it very well, and still maintains the original appearance with Uchiha Madara in front of people, so that the villagers can't see that the two loving and loving people are now quarreling.

Qianshou Zhujian came over with a smile and asked him how his preparations were going, did Baitao find out?

Uchiha Madara squeezed the hand holding the chopsticks hard.

Before the chopsticks were about to break, they let go again, "...No." He said coldly.

To sum it up in one sentence-

Uchiha Madara: No one knows that the baby is suffering!

"Are you still going to ask today?" Qianju Zhujian said, "Tomorrow is the autumn festival."

Yes, the place they went to was Huajie.

Madara still doesn't want to go alone, the few times before, she was with him.

Didn't do anything, just drink and chat.

Because Uchiha Madara wants to know what women like, and what they want to see most in a certain scene.

And he himself knew nothing about it.

And in the end, Senshou Bashirama had to ask.The wandering girls in Huajie are very enthusiastic, and there are many of them who have ulterior motives and want to take the opportunity to flirt with Lord Hokage.

Uchiha Madara didn't give it a chance.

An extremely cold look directly puts people thousands of miles away.

Those wandering girls are also sensible, and they no longer do unnecessary things, but actively provide suggestions.

After a few encounters, I couldn't help feeling that Hokage-sama really has deep affection for his fiancée.

All the gentle eyes are only for her.

"No."

Uchiha Madara swiped his pen, signed the final document, stood up, "Go back early today."

The most important thing is tomorrow.

Senju Bashima looked at him for a moment, then asked with a smile, "Madara, are you nervous?"

Uchiha Madara gave him a cold look.

I'm nervous?

I'm not nervous!

Lao Tzu is number one in the world, extremely awesome, and never knows what nervousness is!

Senjujuma, you, ophthalmologist, let me know.

……All right.

Knowing his little friend's temper, Senju Bashima just laughed and said no more.

But the headache for Uchiha Madara is yet to come.

When he came home, Mochizuki Baitao, who often came home earlier than him, was not there this time.

Originally thought that the other party might be busy with the Mafia, but when it was late at night, no one came back!

Instead, a man in a black suit arrived.

"Master Hokage, there are intruders!"

The other party turned a blind eye to the village's defenses, shrouded in a dark red supernatural light, with his hands crossed, and in the hail of bullets, he walked coldly and arrogantly, "The leader is not coming back today."

Uchiha Madara: "..."

All Baitao asked him to bring was this sentence.

Nakahara Chuya turned around, and was about to leave as if he was ignoring the eyes of the crowd as if they were sizing up rare and exotic beasts, but was stopped by Uchiha Madara.

Zhong Yuanzhong also thought about it, and replied: "There are new forces who want to negotiate a contract with the mafia."

He didn't know what kind of mentality came from, he grinned, showing his small canine teeth, "Male."

Added another sentence: "All of them."

Uchiha Madara: "..."

it is good!

Mochizuki Baitao, you can do it!

He stood up.

Although Nakahara was also nearly [-] centimeters shorter than Uchiha Madara, standing in the yard, he was not inferior to him in the slightest, "You'd better not disturb the leader."

"Although I have agreed to let the leader stay with you on behalf of the mafia, don't forget," the ice-blue pupil narrowed, "she hasn't married you yet, Mochizuki Baitao is still the leader of the mafia. No, even if It won't change after marrying you."

This was what Baitao said personally.

After a moment of cold confrontation, Madara Uchiha snorted coldly.

but……

Speaking of knowing Baitao, is there anyone better than this person in front of me?

"What do you do when the leader is angry?"

"Angry?" Zhong Yuanzhong also keenly grasped the core of the problem, "Did you make her angry?"

"..."

Uchiha Madara poked his neck and said, "No."

Then it should be no.

Nakahara Chuya turned around and left an answer that made Uchiha Madara very annoyed.

"I do not know."

"The chief has never been angry with me."

snort!

Just so proud!

Uchiha Madara: "..."

***

IF line world, mafia.

In the chief's office, a dim desk lamp was quietly on.Mochizuki Baitao sat at the table and sorted out the documents at hand, humming a song in a good mood.

It turns out that it feels so good not to go home~

Today, we teamed up with the detective agency again to solve several hostile forces~

The peace of Yokohama was protected again today!

"Okay, Mr. Oda, go back and rest first," she said to the man standing in the office, "You've worked hard today."

Oda Sakunosuke, this man who made Osamu Dazai afraid, is really powerful.

The other party contributed a lot to the resolution of today's incident.

At the same time, this person is Dazai Osamu's best friend.

At the beginning, the leader Dazai committed suicide by jumping off the building in order to protect the world where Odasaku could write novels well.

The man responded calmly, and was about to step back, when Mochizuki Baitao stopped him again: "By the way, how is the second part of Mr. Oda's novel going?"

Unexpectedly, the mafia leader is also paying attention to his own novel.

Oda Sakunosuke had no expression on his face. After thinking for a while, he said, "I'm still writing, and the current progress is about one-third."

"Please come on."

Mochizuki Baitao clapped both hands and looked at him with a smile, "Someone is looking forward to your novel!"

anyone there……

Oda Sakunosuke looked at this smile for a moment, feeling that he could vaguely guess something, and finally just nodded.

Shortly after Oda Sakunosuke left, the same situation as in the ninja world was repeated in the Mafia.

The red alarm lights came on one after another, and the alarm bell rang non-stop.

"Boss, there are intruders!"

Mochizuki Baitao hooked her red lips.

"Understood," she calmly canceled the alarm, "go about your own business."

Almost in the next second, the door of the office was pushed open——

The man with long black hair, wrapped in the icy cold wind, walked step by step.

Outside the door was a group of men in black with guns on their shoulders, staring at each other.

Uchiha Madara walked to the desk.

Mochizuki Baitao looked at him with a smile.

Uchiha Madara knew that he couldn't settle accounts with her, turned his eyes, saw the coffee cup on the table, and frowned slightly, "Drink less of this."

"Huh?" Mochizuki Baitao turned the document over again, "Master Hokage, who manages a lot of things every day, is that what you want to talk to me about?"

"Go back with me."

"No."

Uchiha Madara: "..."

After a long time, he sighed: "Go home."