Hong Kong and black wage earners

Dazai hailed a taxi, along the way Ao Xian was very quiet, leaning his head on his shoulder as if falling asleep.

When they arrived at the apartment building, after Dazai carried him out, the other person suddenly moved, wrapping his arms around Dazai's shoulders and neck, burying his face on the side of his neck, and hooking his two legs up to his body, Hang your full weight on him like a koala.

In fact, in the past two years, Qingxian drank wine occasionally a few times, and he couldn't stop him from drinking when he wanted to, only once when Dazai was not around.

That time is still fresh in my memory. About a year ago, Dazai was accidentally pierced through his arm by a stray bullet on the way to the mission. Xian used his ability to recover. At that time, he was quite thankful that Qing Xian's ability was different from supernatural powers. After all, he was most afraid of pain.

At that time, I didn't see anything wrong with Qing Xian, but the next day, the other party bought a can of beer without telling him, and drank it all by himself before he returned to the apartment, and waited for him to arrive by the elevator. When I went to the top floor, I found that the ceiling of the top floor had been swallowed up, and most of the few furniture had disappeared. I always felt that there had been out-of-control supernatural powers before, otherwise I would not have deliberately arranged for Qing Xian to live alone on the top floor.

At that time, when Qingxian saw him, she entangled her hands and feet tightly, and buried her face in his chest as if she wanted to fuse herself with him. I don't know if it was an illusion, but he could feel the other person's body trembling slightly , Although I can't see the expression, I always feel that he is crying.

But Qingxian didn't say anything, and he couldn't blindly believe that the emotions he felt were accurate, so he could only spend that night in the open-air living room with a delicate mood holding her.

After drinking, Qing Xian is really clingy, and they all say the truth after drinking, but Qing Xian doesn't talk much after drinking, but shows her dependence on him with practical actions, just like now, even if she ignores him during the day Don't pay attention, after drinking, haven't you followed your true inner thoughts?

But fortunately, there is no one in the corridor of the apartment. If those members of the Hong Kong gangsters saw their current situation, it would probably be a mess.

Dazai held Aozuru's legs with both hands as if he was holding a child, took the elevator to the top floor, took out the key to open the door, put him on the bed, and was still tightly bound.

He had no choice but to lie down on his side, raised his hand to caress Qing Xian's head attached to his neck, and slid his hand along the top of his hair to his fluffy and slightly curly ponytail.

"What on earth are you thinking?" Dazai felt the heat from the other party, his deep voice was like a breeze blowing in a closed space, weak but clear.

"What am I to you?"

Is it a temporarily bound object, an existence that can be replaced at any time, or...

When he thought of this, the person in his arms moved slightly, and then there was an itchy feeling of teeth grinding the skin through a thin layer of bandage on his neck, just like a well-behaved dog playing with its mouth in its mouth. The master's hand is not as careful as actually biting it.

Dazai's move was unexpected by Qingxian, because the other party is still under the influence of alcohol, but he did something he would never do before, especially when he was deliberately ignoring him.

Does that mean that Qing Xian doesn't actually hate him, and the reason for snubbing him isn't out of disgust?

Thinking of this, Dazai bent his lips, and wanted to lower his head to kiss the top of Qingxian's hair, but suddenly felt the bandage on his neck was wet, and the other party was picking up the overlapping cloth to touch his skin, and then there was nothing Skillful kissing.

"..."

He was stunned for a moment, then slapped Qing Xian on the back with a chuckle, "Be a little calmer, if you go on like this, I won't be able to bear it anymore."

But the other party didn't seem to hear, easily pulled out the loose bandage with his teeth, and took off and pulled it with his hands indiscriminately. After a while, most of the bandage wrapped around Dazai's neck was removed, and he was done. It all went in another direction.

"Hiss..." It's rare to see such a proactive Qing Xian, Dazai's breath was stagnated by his kiss, and the hand on his waist slowly tightened.

After Qingxian left three marks on his neck, he dawdled down to explore, slowly unbuttoned his suit vest, and wrestled with the buttons of his shirt for a long time, Dazai was afraid that he would tear his clothes to pieces if he got agitated So he consciously unbuttoned his shirt, and specially opened his collar to reveal his bandage-wrapped chest.

But Qingxian just put his ear to his heart, and did nothing as if he was listening, Dazai became anxious when he saw this, you even lit up the fire but just sat on the side to warm up?

He's not that heartless—

……

Although he didn't make it to the end, Dazai was still satisfied. He sat in the bathtub holding Qingxian who was somewhat exhausted from behind to wash him, brushed the long hair from the back of the other's head to the side of the shoulder, and left it on the back of the clean neck. Under the fine peck kiss.

In fact, you also like it.

Today I can finally fall asleep with Qing Xian in my arms, Dazai feels extremely at ease, and soon falls asleep.

The next morning, Qingxian woke up from her sleep, got up and sat on the bed rubbing her eyes, her nose smelled the aroma of food wafting in from outside the bedroom, she suddenly woke up a lot.

"?" How did he come back yesterday?Why does the memory only stay in the bar?

He just felt refreshed all over. He looked down and saw that he was wearing a bathrobe for sleeping.

Um?Dazai put it on for him?

After he gradually realized that something was wrong, he went to wash with his long hair hanging down to his waist. He checked in front of the mirror and found no special marks. After changing into a set of clean clothes, he noticed the clothes hanging on the balcony. I still wonder why Dazai is so diligent all of a sudden.

When he came to the living room, the aroma of the food came from the heated instant food, and the person who did all this was graciously helping him to open the seat, and then thoughtfully offering Qing Xian's exclusive spoon.

"..." Why does he seem to be in a good mood?

He obviously had a sad face two days ago, and begged him with pitiful eyes, why did he become "reborn" today?

The more Qing Xian thinks about it, the more weird she feels. Although she is still in the "Cold War" mode, she really can't hold back the doubts in her heart.

"Let me ask you, what happened last night?" The tone was deliberately lowered, appearing majestic and cold, at least Qing Xian thought so.

"Last night—Last night, Qing Xian, you suddenly lay down on the table as if drunk, and then I had to send you back." Dazai replied very naturally.

"I didn't drink, how could I be drunk?" Qingxian looked at Dazai suspiciously.

"I don't know about that, maybe you wanted to drink and took a sip secretly?"

"Impossible." If he wanted to drink, how could he secretly drink it?It must be Dazai's problem, but he has no proof.

"But before you hid at home alone and drank a can of beer."

Qing Xian was silent for a while, holding the spoon to mechanically stir the breakfast, "These two things are different."

"Huh? Why is it different? So why did you hide and drink secretly that time?" Dazai tried to induce the other party to continue talking.

"..." Qingxian raised her eyes and glanced at him quickly, then she narrowed her eyes and stared at the breakfast in front of her, pursing her lips without saying a word.

How could he say that?

The kind of words that make him appear weak and hypocritical...

"Why didn't you talk all of a sudden?"

"Shut up, that's all for today's exchange, don't talk to me again." Qingxian ordered coldly.

"It's so capricious——"

"..." This is a lesson for you. You have lied to me for so long.

After breakfast, Qingxian silently asked Dazai to tie his hair, and the latter was willing to be ordered like this.

After tidying up her appearance and attire, Qingxian directly got into Jingye's car and went to the Ganghei Building.

Although he is still a team leader now, he enjoys the treatment at the cadre level. It seems that Mr. Mori really wants to let him stay in Hong Kong and Heilongjiang as long as possible.

Hong Kong and Black Double Black are very famous, but the identity of another member named "Hound Dog" is a mystery. It is rumored that no one can escape the tracking of "Hound Dog". Another terrifying existence besides Shuanghei.

However, this terrifying existence was holding his chin to process the written report that caused him headaches. Even though his deputy, Kyono, had helped him share part of it, he was still not motivated.

do not want to work--

Why do the fighters still have to do these paperwork?Rather than racking his brains to ponder words, he prefers the kind of work that can be solved directly with a knife.

But fortunately, Mr. Moyusen can't control him when he's at work now, but it's no different from eating plain rice if he doesn't take the money seriously.

Qing Xian weighed things up and down, but still continued to work.

In the evening, I suddenly received a call from Dazai, saying that Odasaku was attacked by a sniper at Ango's residence, and he was rushing there, and then hung up without saying anything after reporting the address.

"..." What is this attitude, are you ordering him?If the target is Odasaku, there is no need to press him as a cadre at all.

Qingxian sneered a bit inwardly, first inquired about the specific location on the map of the address reported by Dazai, closed her eyes, found it on the map in her mind, and then used her ability to instantly go there.

His figure then appeared in the narrow alley between the buildings. After hearing the gunshot, he ran towards the source of the gunshot, only to see a bloodied man in a rough cloak pointing a gun at Dazai's body from a distance. forehead.

And Dazai stood there with a calm face, he didn't know what to say, but it seemed that he was coaxing the man to shoot.

At the moment when the man's trembling hand was about to pull the trigger, Qing Xian had already moved in front of the man in an instant, drew his knife and slashed at the man's arm at a speed that could not be caught by the naked eye.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!" The amputated arm staggered back a few steps with a mournful wail.

Immediately after the sound of dense shooting sounded, he was shot several times and fell down in a pool of blood and died completely.

Qingxian was only holding the knife that was still dripping blood sideways, her fair cheeks and fair hair were stained with mottled scarlet, her crimson eyes were suppressing the surging emotions in the dark alleyway, her expression was extremely silent. Like a cruel and bloodthirsty Shura.

"Ah~Qing Xian, what a coincidence that you came, actually I was just acting just now." Dazai smiled relaxedly, as if he wasn't the one who was threatened with his life by pointing a gun at his head just now.

"..." Qingxian didn't speak, raised his hand and waved the blood off the blade, took out the handkerchief in his sleeve and slowly wiped the blade.

Odasaku put back the gun he had just pulled out, and looked at Dazai's back, frowning slightly. At that time, he didn't catch Dazai in time, so he could only watch him walk towards the cold muzzle of the gun. Nothing can be done.

Qingxian wiped the blade clean, dropped the blood-stained handkerchief casually, put the knife back into the sheath and put it back on the right side of his waist, but he smelled a bloody smell from Dazai at the tip of his nose, his eyes dimmed immediately, looking like More gloomy.

Dazai was still talking about his own analysis of the dead man, the specific meaning was that he was delaying time and his life would not be in danger at all.

Afterwards, the dazzling red fainted from the bandage wrapped around Dazai's right eye, quickly spread and dyed a large area, gathered together, flowed along his cheeks to his chin, and finally dripped unbearably on the ground.

"Dazai—"

Qingxian interrupted him with a cold face, stepped forward and grabbed his collar and pulled him to eye level, staring straight into the other's eyes with a pair of scorching red eyes. Not mixed with any false earnestness, there is a sense of irresistible warning.

Being watched so wholeheartedly, Dazai subconsciously moved his gaze away from the blood on the opponent's face, and met him with a glimmer of light in his eyes.

Being looked at by such eyes, he feels that he will be completely swallowed by the abyss in the next second, or burned by the hot flames in it, but he still greedily enjoys the taste of being watched, and would rather drown in the abyss. In this restless deep pool.

This is a wild beast, a terrible beast that should be unrestrained and free, but now it regards him as its own and stares at itself, with wild sternness in its eyes, wishing to swallow him alive.

And he just felt his breath getting heavy, please keep looking at him like this if you can.

He heard Qing Xian say: "Remember, no one can point a gun at you except me—"

"Your life is mine."

Just one sentence hit Dazai's heart hard.

"Okay—I remember."

My life belongs only to you.

The author has something to say:

(Fixed, I really can’t do anything about being locked like this, sighing coo)

Actually, this is already a confession in disguise.

The two regard each other's life as more important than their own, Qingxian is also afraid of losing Dazai, but he is not good at expressing it, so he declares his sovereignty in this awkward and strong way.

Afterwards, when Oda Zukuo finishes throwing out the bento, it will probably be a sweet honeymoon trip: D

As soon as we leave, we will be two, Mr. Mori, please allow me to be sad