Has the heartthrob villain collapsed today?

Realizing that this was a game, Zhongyuan Zhongye had not had time to react, but was dragged by a group of ordinary people outside the house who were aggressive but had no combat power at first glance to solve the so-called "Central Plains Zhongye" dispute.

Although he is the strongest cadre of the port mafia, Zhongya Zhongya never indiscriminately hurts innocent people.He has always maintained the kindness in his nature, so facing these troublesome people at this moment, he did not choose to push them away with violence, which made him unable to escape for a while.

After closing the door, the tall waiter bypassed the dining car and walked to the bed. He smiled at Fu Zhenhong, and his ordinary facial features seemed extremely weird and out of harmony in an instant.

Not long after, the noisy noise outside the house gradually disappeared, and the sound of footsteps getting farther and farther indicated the fact that Zhongyuan Zhong had been dragged away by that group of people.

Fu Zhenhong sat lazily on the head of the bed, raised her eyes to look at the waiter standing by the bed, and asked casually, "Who are you?"

When the waiter heard the words, he didn't answer immediately, but slightly hooked the corners of his lips, and sat directly beside the bed.

"I'm Dr. Kawakami's admirer~"

The waiter said briskly, and after he finished speaking, he leaned slightly and approached Fu Zhenhong. He put his hands on Fu Zhenhong's sides, and held Fu Zhenhong in his arms in a gesture similar to confinement. inside.

The narrow distance between the two made the atmosphere somewhat ambiguous.

"It's really annoying," the waiter put his lips next to Fu Zhenhong's ear, and said slowly in a light and shallow voice: "When I missed Dr. Kawakami, Dr. Kawakami had a relationship with other people .”

There was an obvious jealousy and gloom in his voice, in addition, there seemed to be a hint of other unknown emotions mixed in.When she said this, all the scorching hot air sprayed onto Fu Zhenhong's earlobes. This kind of seductive behavior made the air lingering between the two more charming and entangled.

"Doctor Kawakami, tell me, how should I punish you?" The waiter tilted his head, squinted at the indifferent Fu Zhenhong, and said unhurriedly: "Admirers who don't get a response , in the strong jealousy and anger, any crazy thing may be done."

Fu Zhen replied without changing his face, "So you are reminding me?"

The waiter sighed softly, and slowly shifted his gaze from Fu Zhenhong's face to his collarbone. On that delicate and beautiful collarbone were ambiguous hickey marks of different shades. It looks unusually harsh on the skin.

The waiter narrowed his eyes dangerously, he stretched out his fingers and slowly stroked Fu Zhenhong's cheeks, his voice was cold and cold: "Doctor Kawakami, I will cover all these marks, and then let your body be stained little by little. It belongs to my taste, okay?"

Although it was in a negotiating tone, there was no room for negotiating in this posture.

Fu Zhenhong sneered, "Where did you get the confidence?"

The waiter also laughed, but the laughter was extremely weird, inexplicably making people feel a sense of creepiness.

He seemed to have thought of something suddenly, got up and walked back to the dining car. Under Fu Zhenhong's gaze, the waiter bowed to the gentleman Fu Zhenhong, and then opened the top heat-insulating iron cover.

"Dangdangdangdang ~ special dining service."

Instead of rich delicacies, there were two brand new silver handcuffs on the exquisite dinner plate.

Fu Zhenhong raised her eyebrows, a little surprised.

The waiter who had been observing Fu Zhenhong's expression saw this, and the smile on his lips grew stronger. He picked up one of the handcuffs and walked to the bedside again, looking down at Fu Zhenhong who was still calm and composed: "Will you Lock it up and I can do whatever I want."

After the words were finished, the waiter sat back on the side of the bed and handcuffed Fu Zhenhong's wrists neatly.As for the other side of the handcuffs, the waiter didn't choose to handcuff them to the head of the bed, but directly handcuffed them to his own wrist.

After doing this, the waiter raised his hand and shook the hands handcuffed with Fu Zhenhong. Following his shaking gesture, the iron chain and the iron ring made a crisp sound of bells between friction and slapping.

A happy smile suddenly appeared on the waiter's face, "That's great, so Dr. Kawakami can't escape."

"Is it fun?" Fu Zhenhong asked.

The waiter shook his head and said, "It's not playing." He paused, as if he was thinking of the most perfect wording: "It's bondage."

"Bind Dr. Kawakami and me together."

The waiter brushed away the bangs on Fu Zhenhong's forehead with the other hand, and then placed a light kiss on the fair and smooth skin.

A faint scent of honeysuckle and tobacco poured into the tip of the waiter's nose. He took a breath, and his soft and warm lips began to slide slowly from Fu Zhenhong's forehead.

Just when his lips were about to kiss Fu Zhenhong's lips, a sharp silver object was pressed against his throat.

"That's the end of the role-playing game." Fu Zhenhong straightened up, and slowly read his name in the waiter's ear: "Dazai."

"Ah, why did it end so soon!"

The slightly complaining tone, the ordinary and monotonous voice is gone, replaced by a very melodious gentle, magnetic but not very deep, but with a little softness, it is the voice that belongs to Dazai Osamu .

"Doctor Kawakami, where did you conjure up the scalpel?" Osamu Dazai lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes fluttering, and looked at the blade against his throat with interest.

Under the warm incandescent lamp, the silver blade on the scalpel was reflecting a harsh and sharp cold light.

Fu Zhenhong didn't answer Dazai Zhi's question, he slowly moved up with the scalpel, the sharp tip pressed against Dazai Zhi's skin and moved from Adam's apple to chin.

Osamu Dazai didn't move, he let Fu Zhenhong move until the tip of the knife slid to his hairline.

"Doctor Kawakami has to control his strength, or my handsome face will be bleeding."

Fu Zhenhong found the gel point of the disguised face, scratched it with the tip of a knife, and tore off this layer of face that did not belong to Osamu Dazai.

Osamu Dazai, who had returned to his original face, blinked at Fu Zhenhong, and said with a smile, "Is it a successful disguise? That slug in Chuya didn't recognize me at all."

Fu Zhenhong did not respond to this, but combed Dazai Zhizhi's slightly messy hair with her fingers.

Osamu Dazai glanced at the wrists of the two men who were handcuffed together, turned his face, and gently rubbed Fu Zhenhong's wrist like a large cuddly dog, "Hey——Dr. Kawakami, I'm really jealous, very jealous Well, jealous of that slug that gets your favourites."

"Obviously I got to know you first..."

Osamu Dazai said the last sentence very softly, with a little sigh and somewhat unclear complex emotions, his voice was almost inaudible.

Fu Zhenhong was not surprised that after so many years, Osamu Dazai still had irreplaceable affection for him. After all, there were some things that were destined to leave an indelible mark on him since he picked up this child.

Osamu Dazai has a sensitive and delicate mind. People who are too smart are often lonely, and at the same time they know better than others what they want most.

"Doctor Kawakami..." Osamu Dazai called Fu Zhenhong softly, and then took Fu Zhenhong's hand that was about to withdraw after combing his hair.

The bathrobe was loose, and Fu Zhenhong's slender and beautiful wrists were shining white under the warm light.

Osamu Dazai moved his lips to the inside of Fu Zhenhong's wrist, and used his lips to feel the slight beating pulse under the delicate and smooth skin on the inner wrist.

One click, beating rhythmically.

It is such a slender, seemingly fragile hand that looks like a fine piece of fine art, but it contains endless strength.

"Dazai, take off the handcuffs."

"No," the black-haired young man shook his head willfully: "If you don't have a key, you can't untie it if you're handcuffed."

Fu Zhenhong didn't speak, but looked at Dazai Zhi with eyes that seemed to be able to see everything. The deep pupils that were as black as ink were filled with inhuman arrogance and coldness.

Osamu Dazai curled his lips, and finally released the handcuffs reluctantly.

"Doctor Kawakami is not gentle to me at all." Osamu Dazai complained aggrievedly, "He was still talking to me one second, but when that stupid slug came the next second, he left me to go on a date."

Osamu Dazai's tone still carried his usual tone, but when he glanced at the mark on Fu Zhenhong's collarbone, a hint of obscurity flashed in his eyes.

"How did you find this place?" Fu Zhenhong asked him.

"I know it from Ranpo-san." Osamu Dazai squinted his eyes slightly, and sighed, "It would be nice if I came earlier."

"Come sooner?" Fu Zhenhong raised her eyebrows slightly, and there was a disdainful smile on the corner of her lips: "Do you think Dazai can stop it?"

Osamu Dazai pursed his lips and did not speak, the long eyelashes hanging down faintly concealed the emotion in the iris-colored pupils.

Yes, he couldn't stop it.

No matter what this person wants to do, or what has been decided, he can't stop it.

"How long will Dr. Kawakami stay in Yokohama?"

"One week."

Fu Zhenhong worked as a school doctor at Bingdi, and during these hours, two other doctors replaced him on duty.

"Then I'll take Dr. Kawakami back." Osamu Dazai said.

This "going back" refers to both now and a week later.

As for Chuya Zhongyuan, both Fu Zhenhong and Osamu Dazai knew that since he was dragged out of the room by those people, he was doomed not to be able to return tonight.

...............

Fu Zhenhong didn't ask Dazai Zhi why he knew where he lived in Yokohama. After the black-haired young man sent him home, he didn't leave immediately, but stood at the door and looked at Fu Zhen with pitiful eyes Hong: "Doctor Kawakami, won't you invite me in for a sit down?"

The answer to Osamu Dazai was a crisp sound of closing the door.

On the second day, Fu Zhenhong slept until nine o'clock before getting out of bed. He picked up the mobile phone on the bedside table, and the screen showed eight missed calls.

Two of the missed calls were from Seiichi Yukimura, and the remaining six were from Chuya Nakahara.

Fu Zhenhong didn't care about Nakahara Chuya, but called Yukimura Seichi's number back.

As soon as the phone rang, it was connected.

"Good day, Dr. Kawakami."

The author has something to say: Thank you little cuties for their nutrient solution

Thanks to Yuhou, Ji Wuyue, Complete Suicide Reading, Hualuo Hongyanlao, Watermelon Frost's landmine~

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Xiaohong should flirt, but the plot still has to go~

Chuya: God kills mackerel, bluffing and defrauding me in my name

Little Angel: Everyone thought Yokohama Lockpicker could eat meat

Dazai: Smile, I am not in a hurry, I am a rising star

Weak chicken system: the iron-clad little red, the sleepy male god

It's still the same sentence, it's scumbag