[Comprehensive] I'm thinking about quitting the club every day

I looked blankly at the man in glasses across the table.

"Is it really okay to go out on a blind date during the Italian Open?" I complained to him.

"Just don't drink." He replied to me.

"...that's why you drink mineral water in a goblet at a Michelin restaurant?"

"You do as you please, and I will pay for it." The grandson of my father's old boss, a famous tennis player who is now my age said so.

Tezuka Kunimitsu, in fact, I was lucky enough to watch the Open Tennis Tournament of these people. How should I put it... I think my definition of playing tennis may be different from theirs.

They felt like they were playing tennis, and I felt like they might be using some kind of very dangerous, weapon-limited superpower.

"Are you sure you want to pay the bill?" I pushed the flat mirror on my face and looked at him with raised eyebrows.

"..." He fell into silence.

In fact, normal people know that I didn’t intend to go on a blind date. I didn’t dress up or wear a small skirt. I came out in a black suit in an office. Mr. Tezuka seemed a bit more presentable than me, at least he wore a suitable suit .

I took the menu and ordered the most expensive set.

Mr. Tezuka Kunimitsu was expressionless, his eyes full of shock.

In fact, I have never tried the most expensive set meal, so I took this opportunity to try it. If it is expensive and unpalatable, I will just find a reason not to pay.

Just kidding, few high-end restaurants in Italy dare to charge me money.

"Does Mr. Tezuka have a favorite type?" I took a sip of red wine and asked him indifferently.

"..." He pushed his glasses, "This is personal privacy."

"No way, you didn't even want to set up your defensive range when you ran out on a blind date?" I widened my eyes, "Is this the legendary 'I can do it'??"

"...I like serious women, the type who do things seriously and go all out for everything." He answered me, his teeth sore.

"This is quite a fresh answer. I thought you would answer 'I like the Yamato Nadeko type. I don't fight back when I get hit or scolded. I get up every morning and kneel down to send me to work, and in the evening to kneel and send me off work. There must be no work. A traditional Japanese woman who takes care of her family with all her heart." I love it.

"..." Mr. Tezuka Kunimitsu fell into silence. He didn't seem to know what to say, so he lowered his head silently, cut a small piece of foie gras mousse and put it in his mouth. It was too strange to lower your head to eat, so you tried to speak again, "So, what is Miss Yamada's defense range like?"

"Me?" I braced my face and looked outside, "I can do anything."

"..."

"You can have a pretty face, you can be handsome, you can have a good figure, and you'd better be rich." I said.

Tezuka: ...

There was that shocking expression on his face, as if to say: What kind of blind date did my grandfather introduce me to? Didn't he investigate in advance? !

"What did your grandpa tell you?" I suddenly felt that his expression was also very funny, "Let me guess..." My former subordinate is now in the police department. He is young and promising and has a beautiful daughter. Haocai, I’m looking for a blind date recently, you go and try it?’ Like this?”

"It's about the same." Tezuka Kunimitsu admitted, "But I didn't expect her to be... a woman with a lot of personality." He admitted honestly.

"The night view of Rome is really good." I said, "That's why I need to choose a location near the window of a high-rise building when I go out to eat." Although it is easy to be photographed by paparazzi.

How can I say that the person opposite me is a famous person.

I propped my face up in boredom, and looked at a relatively distant location. Although it was far away, I could still see it—at the corner of the alley.

Ah, what are you doing? It would be too much of a loss if the reporter of the sports newspaper also worked part-time as a paparazzi.

I took out my mobile phone and edited a text message to the nearby bodyguards. They quickly dispatched and stopped the guy who took the sneak shot.

When the bodyguards came to me with that guy and his short cannon, this guy was shaking all over, "Wait, wait a minute, I just want to get some lace news..."

The other diners sitting nearby whispered in panic, and some wanted to stand up. I beckoned them to sit down, "It's okay, it's okay, there won't be bloodshed, just keep eating and eating."

They sat down hesitantly, and some sneaked over to see what would happen next.

"I also know that you want to get gossip news, but you got the gossip news from the wrong person." I crossed my arms and turned to look at the paparazzi, "Or you don't know me anymore after I cut my hair."

"???" The other party looked bewildered, and he seemed to be a novice, otherwise he wouldn't be reduced to shooting sidelines about athletes.

Among the gossip news about celebrities, the gossip about athletes received the least attention, and the most attention was paid to well-known entertainers, and the gossip at the politician level would cost you your life, and the risk was too high.So basically it is well-known artists who get caught in the news more, and then there are business tycoons, well-known small Internet celebrities and so on.

And among these people, no one would run to investigate which lover the underworld boss is sleeping with today, right?

I turned my head and gestured to the bodyguards, and they understood the paparazzi's film, "Go to Shilibajie and find out who I am, and then you can play with other friends for a lifetime~" I waved my hand and let The bodyguards sent him thousands of miles away.

"So, who are you? You can't be what my grandfather said... you are a medical student, right?" Tezuka Kunimitsu is currently in a stable mood, and he can even take another sip of mineral water.

I braced my face, "Do you believe that I am the boss agent of the biggest gang in Italy?"

"..."

"Don't worry, it won't be more dangerous than you playing, don't tell my dad." I looked at him with a smile.

His fork had been left untouched on the pasta fettuccine.

"But then again, I think you're quite handsome...do you want to..."

"No, thank you, I refuse."

"Come to be the cover model of the sports magazine under my name..."

I spoke with him.

Then he choked.

Hey, I just like this expression, this kind of honest person is the happiest when persecuted.

As for my cousin, because he asked his parents to solve my crazy persecution of members of Pengo Lie this time, I decided to go back to Japan to meet his lovely wife who is naturally stupid.

Your wife is good, she will belong to me like Francis' wife in a second.

After the blind date meal, I have to go back to Pengelie to meet the kid who saved my subordinate.

Although my order caused that guy to have some resistance, but everyone in Pengo Lie knew that I was a boss agent who kept his word and kept promises, so he didn't struggle anymore.

It took a little time to bring people out of the house, and by the time he brought people to Peng Gelie's headquarters, it was already past eight o'clock in the evening.

I didn't say it, after eight o'clock is the time for children to grow up, what should you do if you don't let them sleep and delay their growth.

I sat on the boss chair and looked at the black-haired kid with his head down, "raise your head up." I said.

Hey, why does this speech feel a bit strange, like the emperor in some strange court drama?

The little guy trembled, then raised his head firmly.

I saw a pair of green eyes, emerald green like Emerald Lake, clear and firm.

Like the source of my sadness.

I have been professionally trained not to cry in front of my subordinates.

Unless you can't help it.

So my nose was sore, my eyes were hot, and I cried out with a "woo".

The subordinate standing in front of the desk was shocked, "Bo, boss?"

"No, it's okay...name?" I sniffled and asked sobbingly.

"Joe, Giorno Giovanna." The little guy replied timidly.

Oh, it's giogio.

I cried louder.

"I didn't bully her." The little guy named Giorno looked panic-stricken, and he tortured straight men at a young age.

"..." The fairy godmother of the underworld who brought him here had an expressionless expression on her face, "Boss isn't in a good mood recently...is he?"

The little ghost named Giorno lowered his head and thought for a long time, dragged a small chair from the side, then climbed up with the small chair to stand on his feet, stretched out his small hand and touched my head, "Aren't you crying?"

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Of course, the result was that I cried even more miserable.

I really miss Jotaro ah woo woo woo woo.

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Rongrong: I didn't bully her, did I? [Qiao's straight man is at a loss]

Thanks to the little angels who voted for me or irrigated the nutrient solution~

Thanks to the little angel who threw [Grenade]: 1 Sanshuimiao;

Thanks to the little angel who voted [Mine]: Abby is also Abby;

Thanks to the little angel who irrigated [nutrient solution]:

10 bottles of hula la change shou; 1 bottle of love pinching meat claws;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!