Miss Izumi

Nakahara Nakaya drove Quan back home.

While the car was still on the road, the sleepy Quan had already fallen asleep.Zhongyuan Zhong also saw that he was sleeping soundly, so he didn't call him, but directly carried him out of the car.

When Quan was picked up, he still woke up with a start.But he opened his eyes and saw that it was Chuya Zhongyuan, so he continued to sleep with peace of mind.

Nakahara Chuya: "..." It seems that the little bastard is quite satisfied with his free labor, huh? ? ?

When Quan woke up the next morning, he felt as if he was floating on a cloud.

The surrounding area is very quiet, without any extraneous, loud noises.The bed under him and the quilt covering his body are warm and soft, making people reluctant to leave the quilt.

The most important thing is that he finally no longer has to worry about it, and is always on the lookout for whether an unknown enemy will break into the door and stab him in the chest.

This was the most comfortable sleep he had had in two months.

A good quality sleep can really give people a good mood to start the day.

Also because of the good rest, his injury from falling yesterday has healed a lot.Even the hardest-hit knees were starting to scab over.

Although Quan is not physically strong enough to exercise, his healing ability is much stronger than ordinary people.The last time his feet were cut by debris, he had to recuperate for about two days. Shan Jing, who bandaged and changed his dressing every day, was surprised and sighed.

Zhong Yuanzhong probably didn't have the nerve to help him change his clothes, so when Quan lifted the quilt, he found that he was still wearing the long coat.

But the other party was very considerate, and put a new set of clothes for Quan on the bedside. It was a man's, a very simple shirt and trousers.In addition, there is a box of disposable underwear.

Quan took the clean clothes and went to the bathroom. Seeing that the wound was almost healed, he took a shower directly.

When he came out after taking a shower and changing clothes, he suddenly realized a problem.

He... seems to have forgotten the time?

Zhong Yuan, who had been busy all night, also returned home exhausted. He was changing shoes at the entrance when he suddenly heard the sound of "thump, thump, thump" footsteps.

Looking back, I found that the little bastard with wet hair ran out in a panic, shouting: "I'm going to be late, I'm going to be late... Ah! Good morning, Mr. Nakaya!"

"……Good morning."

Full of energy early in the morning, this brat.Seems to be well rested.

Zhong Yuanzhong also looked Quan up and down.

The clothes the other party was wearing were new clothes that Zhongyuan Zhongye hadn't worn yet.He is taller than Quan, and with years of exercise, his body is also stronger than him, so Quan wears his clothes, which are a little bigger.

It's okay to have big clothes, but the problem is... the shirt on this guy's body is soaked by his hair, sticking to his skin hazy.Even the birthmark-like red marks on his chest were faintly visible, ambiguous and lustful, making people's cheeks burn hot.

Zhong Yuanzhong also looked away in some embarrassment, then rubbed his throbbing temples, and said with a headache: "Didn't the doctor tell you not to touch your wound with water? Let alone take a bath, why don't you dry your hair? And , what are you doing in such a hurry?"

Quan wrung his fingers and answered his questions one by one: "I thought the wound was almost healed before I took a shower. I didn't have time to brush my hair. I'm in such a hurry because I have to go to work and I'm going to be late!"

"Ah, this." Nakahara Zhong also suddenly thought of something and said, "I called your store manager and said that your legs and feet are injured and you can't move, and you need to rest at home for a few days."

Quan nodded, and just about to ask him how he knew the store manager's phone number, Nakahara took out a mobile phone from his arms and threw it to him.

He caught it in a hurry, and then he remembered that Zhong Yuanzhong also took his mobile phone to study "photo synthesis aesthetics" yesterday.Of course, what the real purpose is is a matter of opinion.

Holding the phone in his hand, Quan saw that Nakahara was not putting on his shoes but taking them off, and said in surprise, "Did Mr. Nakaya just come back? Did you go to work again last night?"

"That's right." Nakahara Nakaya took off his hat with one hand, and flicked Izumi's forehead with the other.

Quan was thrown backward by him, and he couldn't stand steadily. He took two steps back before stopping, and was laughed at by Zhong Yuanzhong.

"...Hmph." He puffed up his face like a puffer fish that has been pissed off.

"You still have a bad temper." Nakahara raised his hand and poked him down, "Your store manager granted you a week's leave, and for the next week, you can take a good rest."

"One week?!" Quan opened his eyes wide after hearing this, "Then my full attendance award for this month will be gone?! No, no, no, my weekly salary will be gone!"

"..." There are only two or three kittens in your coffee shop, and you even set up a bonus for full attendance?

"I'll send it to you, I'll send it to you, okay?" Zhongyuan Zhong also waved his hand weakly, telling Quan to stay out of the way, and muttered, "Why are you so rich..."

Quan Xiao ran behind him, unconvinced: "Isn't it because I owe you so much money..."

Zhong Yuanzhong also just poured himself a glass of water, before the wall of the glass touched his lips, he heard Quan muttering.

He said: "Yes, think about it carefully, am I not your creditor?"

Quan didn't understand why he suddenly mentioned this, isn't it an obvious thing?

"So why do you use the money you earned from working for others to pay off your debts? Why don't you just work for me?"

"..."

"?!"

A word to wake up the dreamer!

Quan clenched his right fist and tapped on the palm of his left hand, looking at him with burning eyes: "You are right!"

That being the case, Migrant Quan was very conscious and asked his "boss": "So what do you need me to do now?"

In fact, Zhongyuanzhong doesn't need his help at all, but if it can make this guy feel a little more at ease, then he won't be uncooperative.

Thinking of this, Zhong Yuanzhong, who had been busy all night and his stomach was empty, also let out a "huh" and asked casually: "There are ingredients in the refrigerator, can you cook?"

Quan, a migrant worker in debt, bowed his head in shame, muttered for a while, and said, "No..."

Zhong Yuanzhong also glanced at his pair of white and delicate hands, in fact, he almost guessed it in his heart.

Thinking that neither of them had eaten, he simply called and ordered takeaway.

The unhelpful wage earner lowered his head sullenly.

Zhong Yuan also beckoned him to come and sit on the sofa.

Quan obeyed obediently, and then he pinched his face and was asked again: "Since you work in a coffee shop, can you make coffee?"

Quan touched the pinched place and said, "The store manager taught me that I cook well... But haven't you just been busy all night? Are you going to sleep after drinking coffee?"

"..." Yes.

"Wait for me to think about it..." Zhong Yuanzhong also let out a breath, leaning his head on the back of the sofa.He said he wanted to, but right now his brain is in a mess, like a mess.

He closed his eyes, rubbed his throbbing temples again, his brows were furrowed, and he looked uncomfortable.

That's right, if you stay up all night—the most important thing is to read a report that is almost a foot thick in the second half of the night—of course you will feel mentally exhausted.

At this time, a pair of hands with slightly cool fingertips touched his head, and the touch was vague, as if he was looking for something.

"...What are you doing?" Zhong Yuan Zhong also just opened his eyes, and saw the spring close at hand.

The latter smiled at him, and while looking for acupuncture points, he explained: "I am surprisingly good at massage, and I have done this for my grandfather before, and he said it was very comfortable. Why don't you try it?"

"...Really?" Nakahara Chuya was skeptical about this, thinking, the old man couldn't just make his granddaughter happy, right?

However, his thoughts changed immediately after Quan really got started.

Quan's massage skills are really good, with professional techniques and moderate strength. After just a moment of pressing, Nakahara Chuya's brows were relaxed.

But at this time, Quan suddenly stopped.

It was comfortable, why did it stop?

Zhong Yuanzhong opened his eyes and looked at him incomprehension, and soon understood.

"This position is not very convenient." Quan sat beside him, and he had to keep leaning to give him a massage.

"Ah, in this case..." Nakahara Chuya just wanted to say, so forget it.

Unexpectedly, this guy didn't play cards according to common sense, and turned over and stepped on his lap, so shocked that Zhong Yuanzhong almost threw him off.

"What are you doing?!"

Quanli said confidently: "This is convenient for me to exert force!"

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

He got more headaches.

"Anyway... you go down first!" Zhong Yuanzhong also covered his forehead in displeasure.

"But……"

"Keep your salary deducted!"

Quan didn't say a word and sat back to the side, and his movements were quick without any muddling.

"..." Suddenly he got the knack of handling the little bastard, but why is he not happy at all?

"Otherwise, you can just lie down." Quan changed his suggestion and patted his leg, "This is the most convenient way for me."

"..." Wait, knee, knee pillow? !

Quan looked at Chuya Nakahara, who was blushing, as if he realized why he reacted so strongly, and covered his mouth: "Oh, are you... are you shy?"

"Who, who said it?!" Zhong Yuanzhong also thought he gave him a fierce look, and lay down as he said, not to be outdone.

In this posture, as long as the eyes are open, it is inevitable that Izumi will look at each other, so he simply closed his eyes.

Just like that, he still didn't forget to say harsh words to wage earners, big or small: "Massage well, or your salary will be deducted!"

Quan held back his laughter, lest this person really become angry from embarrassment, he should be obedient.

Soon, under Quan's massage, Zhong Yuanzhong, who was gradually relaxing, also fell asleep slowly.

Seeing that it was almost done, Quan stopped his hands, moved his sore fingers, and looked at Zhongya's sleeping face inexplicably.

To be honest, he can naturally massage while standing behind the sofa, but...

Isn't this a good opportunity to enhance the relationship? How could he let it go?

At this moment, the doorbell rang suddenly.

Zhongyuan Zhong also frowned, he was about to wake up.

Quan covered his eyes with one hand, patted his chest lightly with the other, and said softly: "Go to sleep, the takeaway should be here, I'll open the door."

After comforting him, he lifted the hands covering Zhongye Zhongye's eyes.Noticing that his brows were stretched, he took the sofa pillow and put it under his head, then got away and went to the entrance.

Learning from the lesson of being intruded by the murderer last time, Quan first passed through the peephole this time to confirm that the person standing outside was a delivery man in a clean uniform carrying a delivery box, and then opened the door.

When the delivery man saw a long-haired "girl" who opened the door, he froze for a moment, and confirmed to him again: "Is...Mr. Zhongyuan ordered the delivery?"

Quan nodded and said, "He's resting inside, give it to me."

"Okay." Now that it's confirmed, the delivery man is ready to open the insulated delivery box to pick up the meal.

At this time, Quan unexpectedly smelled a strange smell of spices.

He suddenly realized something was wrong, and subconsciously opened Sharingan.

However, the other party seemed to be prepared for this, closing his eyes and lowering his head, not looking into Quan's eyes at all.With lightning speed, he quickly pulled out a short knife from the delivery box, and sent it into Quan's chest in the blink of an eye.

The moment the blade pierced his chest, a white light exploded in front of Quan's eyes.

The colorful memory fragments form a colorful kaleidoscope, which keeps spinning in front of my eyes.It was also like a flipping picture album that "cracked" and disappeared from his eyes before he could capture it in time.

Quan seemed to hear someone calling him, but the voice was so far away that he couldn't really hear it.

The chaotic memory fragments were finally fixed on the scene where the long knife suddenly came from behind, and the pain of being pierced by the sharp weapon gradually overlapped with everything that happened in front of him.

Intense anger and unwillingness surged into his brain, a burning pain suddenly rose in his eyes, and then two streams of heat dripped from his eyes.

"spring!"

His whole body was shaken, his neck was stiff and he looked in the direction of the sound - Zhong Yuan Zhong was also looking at him in shock.

Quan's vision became clearer than before, so Nakahara Nakaya saw himself with scarlet eyes at a glance, and... as seen in the photo yesterday, there were two skeleton arms as tall as him.

Quan opened his mouth, but found that he couldn't make any sound.

Then his eyes darkened and he fainted.