Hong Kong black cadres debut online

Tapas Molecular is a restaurant that accepts only two appointments a day.

When night falls, the lights here reflect the night, and the other party's face looks extra gentle.

Nakahara also put his coat on the car, and Osamu Dazai also took off the obtrusive black suit. Both of them had white shirts and vests, only the color and style of the vests were different.

Both of them have handsome looks, but their temperaments are different.

Osamu Dazai was holding a knife and fork, like a nobleman. When he was eating quietly and silently, his body was not stained with black mud at all. His short curly black hair and lowered eyebrows looked like a popular male god.

Nakahara Chuya's orange ponytail is still obediently hanging on his shoulders, and his blue eyes echo the sapphire on Dazai Osamu's chest. Because he is an idol, he has developed perfect etiquette long ago, but With some Hong Kong black crisp and neat style.

If there are other people around, they may praise in their hearts, this is simply a perfect painting.

However, the staff of Tapas Molecular respected customers very much and did not attract any special eyes.

A dinner can be said to be quite enjoyable, and Zhongyuan Zhong also had two sips of red wine.But seeing that it was outside, Zhong Yuanzhong was also very restrained and didn't drink too much.

After eating and drinking, the two tacitly abandoned the car and prepared to take a walk around.

Nakahara Chuya and Dazai Osamu walked side by side, at that moment, it seemed that all the noise behind them was excluded.

This is the first time in the past four years that Osamu Dazai and Nakahara Nakaya have walked on the road so peacefully since they defected from Hong Kong and Hei, as if they were walking towards the Hong Kong and Hei Building every time they completed their mission.

But Zhongyuanzhong also knows that everything can't go back to the past.

However, only Dazai Osamu can stand in front of Nakahara Chuya completely after betraying Hong Kong gangsters, and the two can chat freely about Hong Kong gangsters.

"So Akutagawa became like this after I defected?"

"Isn't it your fault?"

Osamu Dazai said distressedly: "If you want to blame it, you can blame me four years ago. Who made me impatient at that time."

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

Only this man can say such shameless words, it's obviously his own fault, and he can shamelessly throw it at his former self.

Osamu Dazai still wanted to defend himself: "You see, Atsushi is being taught well by me now, right?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also remembered the silver-haired boy he had seen last time. He heard that that person was the "Human Tiger" who was offered a reward of 70 billion. From the perspective of strength, he was a little bit worse.

"It's better not to say this in front of Akutagawa."

Osamu Dazai raised his eyebrows, obviously he didn't take it to heart, he might use his bad character to provoke Ryunosuke Akutagawa.

Zhong Yuanzhong could only worry about his subordinates for a while, and then put it behind him.

At this time, the evening wind blew up, making people squint their eyes comfortably. Osamu Dazai, who was satisfied with his meal, looked around, and suddenly pulled Nakahara Nakaya to sit on the bench by the roadside.

Compared with Yokohama, which has to face the violent wind by the sea from time to time, the wind here in Tokyo is obviously not so strong.

The air passing through the streets was filled with the atmosphere of the city, and it was also slightly scorching hot. At the same time, the sound of people's voices boiling and vehicles passing by slowly drifted over with the wind.

Originally, he was dissatisfied with Osamu Dazai's whimsical movements, but Nakahara Nakaya finally couldn't help leaning on the bench, feeling the gentle wind.

This feeling didn't last for a few minutes, and Zhong Yuanzhong heard the sound of a locomotive coming from a distance.

Nakahara Chuya suddenly said, "Want something exciting?"

Osamu Dazai took the car driven by Nakahara Nakaya last time, and he was not as maladaptive as Satake Tomomi. Now that he recalled it, it was really exciting, so he lit up his eyes and said with great interest, "Do you want to go racing?"

Zhongyuan Zhong also came to Tokyo many times because of his status as a singer, but under the jurisdiction of the Supernatural Secret Service Division in Tokyo, there are only some small organizations that are not high-class, and Zhongyuan Zhong also ignored them at all.

After work, there is no fun to look for, so Nakahara met the underground racing club when he was driving late at night. Later, if he came to work in Tokyo, he would run with them for a lap.

Osamu Dazai jumped on the spot twice: "I want to go wild too!"

Nakahara put his hands in his pockets and resolutely rejected his idea: "I only have a sports car in Tokyo, don't think about it."

Although he can let Osamu Dazai drive it, he found someone to refit the car in Tokyo with great difficulty. If Osamu Dazai accidentally got into an accident, he would have to pay for both the car and the person. This kind of business is not worthwhile. .

The corners of Osamu Dazai's lips twitched, but thinking of Nakahara Chuya's driving skills, he said, "Okay then, I want to take the co-pilot!"

Zhong Yuanzhong didn't reply to his words, and walked ahead first: "Go get the car first."

Among other things, Nakahara Chuya is still very rich as an idol, and he is also very good at financial management. He even has a villa in a place where every inch of land is expensive in Tokyo, and there are several sports cars parked in the parking lot below the villa.

Needless to say, the most pink car must be the sports car he had modified.

Listening to the sound of Chuya Nakahara starting his sports car, Osamu Dazai exclaimed, no wonder a roaring engine and a low-floor sports car are the romance of a man.

"Is Zhong Ye so girlish? All the cars I drive are pink."

Zhong Yuanzhong also answered him angrily: "I want you to take care of it!"

Osamu Dazai chuckled, and sat in the co-pilot under the gaze of Chuya Nakahara.

Seemingly thinking about going to drag racing next time, Zhongya Nakahara sat in the sports car in a rare mood, and opened the window to let the wind blow in by itself.

The sports car with a low chassis was driving steadily on the street. The smooth lines of the model and the sound of the engine immediately attracted the attention of many people. The night lights were flickering, but the faces inside the car could not be seen clearly.

Nakahara Nakahara's broken orange hair was blowing with the wind by the window, Osamu Dazai was sitting in the co-pilot watching him, and he could see countless stars dotted in his sapphire eyes, dazzling but not burning.

Looking at Osamu Dazai is a little fascinated, hoping that the other party can also look at me with a different look.

Let your own figure also be in the eyes of the other party.

Sensing his scorching gaze, Zhong Yuanzhong had no choice but to glance at him distractedly: "What are you looking at?"

Dazai Osamu came back to his senses and smiled: "Where are we going next?"

There are still many vehicles driving on the street. Needless to say, Osamu Dazai knows that it is impossible to speed up the car here, so there must be a fixed place for their underground racing.

Zhongyuan Zhong also said: "Go to the bay, and you will know when you arrive."

Before Osamu Dazai could ask again, the engine roared and quickly left the spot, and he had no other thoughts.

Even on the sparse streets, Nakahara can still play the full strength of the sports car, running back and forth between the cars flexibly and at high speed. This kind of scenery makes Osamu Dazai feel thrilled and excited.

Soon he followed the example of Chuya Nakahara and lowered the car window. He felt some harsh wind on such a road. This feeling was so good that Osamu Dazai couldn't help reaching out to touch it.

That is to say, Nakahara Chuya was distracted and shouted at him at this time: "Stretch back your hand!"

Osamu Dazai could only take it back obediently, leaning his head against the window, closing his eyes to feel the oncoming wind.

Seeing this, Nakahara couldn't say anything, and began to regret bringing Dazai Osamu out to play.

But the car was already on board, and Zhongyuan Zhong couldn't send people back halfway, so he could only hold his nose and drive all the way to the destination.

I don't know if it's because Chuya Nakahara came here often, Osamu Dazai saw a few people coming to say hello to Chuya Nakahara as soon as he got out of the car, and even patted the pink front of Nakahara Nakaya.

This action made Osamu Dazai involuntarily narrow his eyes.

A black-haired man in a black leather motorcycle suit came up and grabbed Nakahara Nakaya's shoulder: "It's been a long time since I saw you, are you busy recently?"

Chuya Nakahara lifted Miyajima Kota's hand on his shoulder, and nodded to them as a greeting: "Fortunately, I had something to do in Yokohama a while ago."

Hearing this, Miyajima laughed along with the others: "Is it caused by that fanatical fan of yours? We all heard about it on the news."

Zhong Yuanzhong didn't really want to talk about that matter, so he just responded a few times casually.

Osamu Dazai also got out of the car a little unhappily, looking at the group of people in front of him with a pair of kite-colored eyes, especially Chuya Nakahara, who was surrounded by a group of people.

It seemed that this group of people knew the identity of Nakahara Chuya’s idol, and they were very familiar with Nakahara Chuya when they spoke. This made Osamu Dazai feel very uncomfortable, as if it was a secret that only he knew, and suddenly one day it turned out that there were many others. People also know.

Nakahara Chuya said a few words to the people around him, and he felt chills on the back of his neck. Sure enough, when he looked back, Osamu Dazai was staring at him.

Osamu Dazai: Look at——

Zhong Yuanzhong couldn't help it, and said to the people around him: "Don't talk, I brought someone with me."

Before he was about to leave, Miyajima hurriedly said, "Central Plains, do you want to compete?"

Chuya Nakahara took Dazai Osamu and didn't want to be too presumptuous. He just wanted to take Dazai Osamu for a few laps, but just as he was about to shake his head, he heard Dazai Osamu pretending to say: "Competition? Can I go up to Chuya?"

Chuya Nakahara looked back blankly, and saw Osamu Dazai with a very serious expression: "Chuya, I want to try."

Facing his expression, Nakahara raised his forehead with some annoyance, and suddenly felt that it was a mistake for him to bring Osamu Dazai out.

If you really want to hand over your car to Osamu Dazai, you don't know if it can be kept intact today.

When Miyajima heard this, he was also curious about the people Nakahara brought over: "Zhongyuan, is this your friend? It's okay to let him try, but it's agreed, if you lose to me, this Lily will be given to me." open."

The name Lily was given by Miyajima himself to Nakahara Chuya's pink car, and it was named after a song in Nakahara Chuya's album, although Nakahara Chuya would not admit it.

After hearing this, Osamu Dazai said to Chuya Nakahara very seriously: "Have you heard Chuya! If I lose, your car will be gone,"

Zhong Yuan was also speechless: "I haven't agreed yet..."

But he shut up again. With Dazai Osamu's personality, he would definitely do what he said, so there was no point in stopping it now.

After looking at the person in front of him for a long time, Zhong Yuanzhong could only sigh: "Forget it, you are not familiar with this track, let me drive you around first."

Osamu Dazai's complexion suddenly turned cloudy, and he said happily, "Okay, okay."