Please let me have a dog on a leash, okay?

Dazai Osamu and Nakahara Chuya became famous after the first battle, and both were elected as candidates for cadres.

During the Dragon Head War, Dazai Osamu and Nakahara Chuya demolished a building. I heard that a real estate businessman gave them a pennant afterwards, and asked them tentatively if they would like to cooperate for a long time. .

I looked at the very picturesque posts in the forum and laughed out loud in the infirmary.

After the Dragon Head War, I had a lot of leisure time, and there were basically no visits to the infirmary. Most people still don't want to have a receding hairline and go bald early in life.

There is no patient, but another neuropathy visits every day.

"Hi~"

Before the people arrive, the voice arrives first.

I blacked out the computer screen, fished out a bunch of files from the side, and put on the gold-rimmed glasses I had just put on.

My serious work attitude did not stop Osamu Dazai from endless harassment.

He looked around behind the glass cabinet for a long time, and the sound of the medicine bottle being knocked over made me even more irritable.

The document in my hand was crumpled, and I took a deep breath to give myself a psychological hint.

Don't mess with him, Kurihara Bai, one of the five future cadres of Hong Kong Black, I believe you can hold back the desire to beat him up.

Take out your professionalism as a professional doctor, and you will not be arrogant or impetuous even if you encounter medical troubles.

I turned my head and showed a very standard smile, "Master Dazai, what are you looking for?"

I looked at the messy medicine cabinet and clenched my fists.

Dazai took out a medicine bottle from the cabinet with his knuckled hands and shook it in front of me.

I usually have no resistance to a man with a nice voice and good-looking hands.

Such a pair of slender fingers are very suitable for playing the piano, elegant and full of temptation to sink with you.

I pulled my eyes away from Osamu Dazai's hand, turned to the medicine bottle in his hand, pulled out a perfect smile, and asked him with a smile, "Master Dazai, what do you need cephalosporin for?"

I vaguely looked at his indescribable position, and tentatively asked: "Master Dazai, have you been urinating frequently, urgently, painfully, or endlessly recently?"

Osamu Dazai was thick-skinned without any shyness, and asked me with a strong desire for knowledge, "Huh? Why do you ask me like that?"

"Because cephalosporin belongs to the antibiotic antibacterial and anti-inflammatory drugs, its role is mainly used to treat various infectious diseases, urinary tract infection is a very common infectious disease."

"It's amazing." Osamu Dazai looked at me calmly and adored me a few degrees in his eyes.

He held up the cephalosporin and asked me expectantly, "It is written in the book that the cephalosporin is drunk with wine, does it taste good?"

"Master Dazai read less unreliable books, where did you read them? I must report this book that misleads your children!"

"Ah, doesn't cephalosporin go well with wine?"

"Oh, delicious?" I sneered, "Pair the cephalosporin with wine, drink it and leave."

"Wow." His expression turned anticipation when he looked at Ceph.

Why do I feel that his expression is not right?Reminiscent of his frenzied suicide behavior, I snatched the cephalosporin from his hand and locked it in the drawer.

"Master Dazai, since you are not sick, you can leave the infirmary." I started to see off the guests.

Dazai stretched his head over and looked at my drawer without changing his mind. Thinking of his heaven-defying technique of opening all the locks with only paper clips, I opened the drawer and took out the cephalosporin, and stuffed it into my pocket under his longing gaze. .

His expression lost a lot in an instant, and I was very happy to see it, and my mood improved instantly.

I smiled sincerely, and my tone raised a bit, "Master Dazai, goodbye."

The suit he was wearing drew an arc because he turned around, and snapped his fingers sideways, "Xiaobai, don't forget to learn how to open a lock with me this afternoon."

Thinking of Osamu Dazai forcibly passing on his lockpicking technology to me, I was so angry that I picked a mouthful of rice and chewed it as if it was Dazai.

The owner of the restaurant looked at the bitter and bitter expression, and asked puzzledly, "Isn't it delicious?"

Oda Sakunosuke shook his head, "No, it's delicious."

"Then why is this lady..." with such an angry expression.

I stood up suddenly and slapped the table so that the boss took a step back in fright.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

The boss said embarrassingly: "This..."

Oda said calmly: "I met an annoying boss at work, and I couldn't help venting."

The owner of the restaurant understood: "Indeed, if the boss is a difficult person to get along with, going to work every day will be a torment."

After scolding, I felt much more comfortable. I cleared the plates for dinner and looked at Oda who even had a goodwill bonus when eating.

"It's amazing, Zhu-chan can complain."

Oda paused for a while while eating, as expected, he still couldn't accept such an intimate title.

"Is this just complaints?" He didn't realize that what he said had anything to do with complaints.

Under my deliberate chance encounter, the relationship between Oda and I became more and more intimate, so close that my address to him changed from Oda-kun to the current assistant sauce.

And under my correction, he changed the "Missy" in his mouth into the normal Kurihara.

The more I get to know him, the more I feel that he is a good man who is almost extinct. I don't want to say that he is caring and kind.

He also adopted five children and placed them in this restaurant for foster care. I was lucky enough to see photos of these five children, and I had to admire Oda's patience.

I can't stand one brat, let alone five.

He usually lives very poorly, the salary of the bottom members is not particularly high, and he is not willing to accept jobs, and he does not accept assassination missions. People who joined the job in the same year as him have been promoted several levels, but he still does some odd jobs. .

The monthly salary is not much, and more than half of it has to be given to the restaurant owner as child support for five children.

If it were me, I wouldn't be able to do this kind of thing, nor would I be so selfless.

Although I am kind, this kindness is kindness without harming myself. I don't know how he made such a decision, and I don't agree with his behavior, but this does not prevent me from being so kind to Oda Sakunosuke. people's appreciation.

After chatting with the boss for a while, Oda took me to the place where the children lived.

Although the restaurant owner owns a restaurant, his income is barely enough to support him and his family.Raising a child is something that takes energy and money.

There are two double beds with bunk beds in the small room, which can barely sleep five children.There was no one in the room, only a note was pasted beside the bed, and as soon as Oda took it off, I heard a slight sound from the bed, and I took a step back and exited the room.

The bear children jumped onto Oda's body one by one, but Oda solved them one by one and put them on the bed.

"Do you know how powerful we are!" the little girl said in a childish voice.

"There is progress, and I can climb on me."

The little boy named Xingsuke looked at me standing at the door treacherously, "Is this uncle's girlfriend?"

Others started to look at me too.

"Good looks."

"For body, one bean sprouts."

"Light blue eyes are a plus."

The power of one brat is already greater than two, and five brats can destroy the world.

It's getting late after coaxing the children with Oda, and the thought of going to the annoying boss to learn about the undignified **** gives me a headache.

I am a doctor!doctor!Not some low-brow pickpocket.

I've been really busy recently, I'm going to Zhongye to learn gymnastics at night, and I have to suffer from his merciless beating every night.During the day, you will also encounter annoying bosses who will challenge your limits all the time.

Life is difficult, and the road to job hunting in Hong Kong and Heilongjiang is even more difficult.

I looked up and looked at the top of the Hong Kong Hei Building. Maybe Mori Ogai was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows at the moment, overlooking the whole of Yokohama from the highest top of Yokohama.

From there, you can see the Yokohama Port and the Yokohama Bridge. The scenery from a high place is always more comprehensive than that seen from a low place.

If I had ambitions, I should be like the story of promotion in the workplace, steadily and step by step to become bigger and stronger, try to kill Mori Ogai, and become a woman standing at the apex of Hong Kong and black.

In this way, I can crush Osamu Dazai under my feet. Thinking of Osamu Dazai's pitiful expression of being crushed by me and begging for mercy, I couldn't help covering my mouth and laughing.

"What happy things is Xiaobai thinking about? I want to be happy too."

I came back to my senses all of a sudden, took the needle and continued to poke the lock.

I giggled, Rainbow fart said: "I was thinking that being taught by Mr. Dazai is really a very happy thing."

Dazai Osamu was moved by my sincere praise, and touched my head, "Although I know it's a lie, Xiaobai's expression is really pleasing."

I pulled out a smile, "It's my honor to make Mr. Dazai happy."

He bent down, put his arms around me, and held my hand with his slender hands. From this angle, he could see the long eyelashes and dark eyeballs on his other face that was not covered by bandages.

There was an indescribable smell coming from the tip of my nose, a bit like the smell of medical disinfectant, probably the smell of the bandages he wrapped around his body.

He flicked it twice with his hand, and there was a slight sound in the lock cylinder. In a few seconds, the lock with the highest safety factor in the hardware store was opened.

"Mr. Dazai, you have such great skills, can you use your skills to save yourself from being so poor?" I began to count how many things he took in the infirmary, "Bandages, alcohol, bandages, etc. In two days, Master Dazai will leave you on credit, and the finance department will not give me any approval, and now there is nothing valuable in the infirmary except me, a living person."

Osamu Dazai looked around, with an expression of disconnection and didn't hear.

"Master Dazai, when can you repay the money on credit?"

He leaned his face closer, and his long eyelashes could be swept across my face just a little closer, "Do you think I'm worth anything? How about I sell it to the infirmary to work to pay off the debt?"

I moved to the side uncomfortably, out of the safe distance between me and Osamu Dazai, and spit out, "Ugly refusal."

He pointed at his face and said dissatisfiedly, "Do you think such a face is ugly?"

I pushed him away, my face was a little hot, "Master Dazai, don't try to bribe me with beauty, bribery is against the law."

He bent his eyes when he heard my words, and his see-through smile made me feel dazzling.

To be honest, Osamu Dazai is a good-looking and outstanding person, and he rose all the way up after joining the mafia.If there is no accident, next year he can officially become a full-time candidate from a cadre candidate and become one of the youngest cadres in the history of Hong Kong and black.

But such a person is not very popular in Hong Kong and Hei. Compared with the beloved Chuya, members of Hong Kong and Hei are more afraid of Osamu Dazai.

He is not afraid of death, and even seeks the pleasure of death during missions. In contrast to his crazy behavior, there is also a frightening scheming.In other organizations, Osamu Dazai's name is also well-known.

A powerful person may make them vigilant, but a powerful person who is not afraid of death will make them feel threatened.

He is not even afraid of the death that ordinary people fear most, so what can make him feel afraid?

I'm not afraid of him like everyone else, I just simply hate him.

I hate anyone who doesn't value life.

Why can the goal I have been working hard for be given up and discarded by him without hesitation.

The author has something to say:

Is there any cutie who pays attention to the column, I don't want two hundred and five! ! !