On the Possibility of Being with the Chief Jae HE

*****

"You bastard, do you know what you're talking about!"

Nakahara Nakaya was so shocked by Dazai's shamelessness that the egg in front of him didn't care about research, and scolded the bastard Dazai, his thoughts drifted to 15 years old.

At that time, Mr. Mori was still in power, and he and the bastard Dazai were still partners. After returning from a mission, he received an urgent assassination order-infiltrated the reception and killed the host.

As a last resort he wore women's clothing.

Naka also vaguely remembered the white lace on the corners of the white dress. At that time, he was ridiculed by Osamu Dazai for a long time because he wore a pair of black boxers in the soft dress.

Later, I don't know where I lost the boxer pants.

and many more,

In other words, every time Osamu Dazai stared at him viciously while taking inhibitors every time he was in heat, he was not calculating him, but——

At that time they were only 15 years old!Bastard Hei Ni, you already have the idea of ​​going to Alpha? !

"Bastard Dazai!" Nakahara Chuya's voice was almost squeezed out between his teeth, and his ice blue eyes were full of flames. "You, Ju, Ran, Dare!"

Zhongye Zhongye's monstrous anger almost passed through the phone, but the other alpha was never afraid of him, so what he remembered was a low smile that was more erratic than before.

"Chu also remembered? The 15-year-old Zhong Ye is tender and juicy. Under the pure and flawless white skirt, he wears a man's wide boxer pants, which makes him look even more sexy. The loose and baggy pants match two white and well-proportioned bibs. The legs are white and thin, and I can react just by looking at them~"

Damn Osamu Dazai, do you want to be ashamed?

Zhong also squeezed the phone and "clucked", his eyes were full of danger.It's a pity that there is someone who doesn't seem to feel it, and is still confiding "the voice of the heart."

"Although I have always hated Chuya, but Zhongye's skin is like milk, a kiss should leave a beautiful red mark on the skin~ Ah, maybe Zhongye is tender and juicy..."

Dirty remarks.

I didn't expect to hear from Dazai Osamu one day that this guy is really not drunk enough, otherwise according to his drunk habits, he should be more obedient and sticky than when he was not drunk.

So why is he fussing with a picky bastard?

Thinking of this, the fire in Nakaya's eyes went out, and he hung up the phone expressionlessly.

There was a "beep" sound from the phone.

The ears finally returned to calm,

Zhongyuan Zhong also turned his gaze back to the egg emitting a soft light all over. Zhong also hesitated, took off his leather gloves and touched the egg body with his fingertips.

The touch feels very soft, not as fragile and cold as ordinary eggshells.

Just as Chuya was thinking, a silver light condensed at the place where his fingertips touched the egg, and it quickly reached Zhongye's body. Before the astonishment in Zhongye's eyes fell, the white light quickly returned to the egg body .

It was as if some kind of contract ceremony had been completed.

——The egg, which could only be held with two hands before, has grown a lot now!

*****

This egg can actually grow up!

Zhongyuan Zhong also showed surprise rarely, the noisy cell phone rang again, and the name that jumped on the screen was still "Bastard Mackerel." He paused.

Kneading the egg with his white fingertips, Chuya still connected the phone:

"What are you doing again? Long story short."

So Osamu Dazai on the other end of the phone was really rude, and spoke up like pouring beans.

"How can Chuya hang up on my phone! Chuya is obviously very lustful, and he is always tempting me~ Isn't what I said true! If Chuya doesn't come over, I will send your women's clothing photos to the world !!"

On the other end of the phone, Osamu Dazai whimpered to express his dissatisfaction, and the tone of his murmured voice was threatening, rather than acting like a baby in disguise.

Chuya was sure that Osamu Dazai was really drunk this time, and he didn't know how much alcohol he drank in the ten minutes after he hung up the phone.Anyway, when he was awake, he would never say such naive words.

If you have to threaten...

No, this bastard will only attack without anyone noticing.

- "Be careful, leader, it's too dangerous, you'd better come down."

Nakahara also faintly heard Atsushi Nakajima whispering to remind him to be careful.Cooperating with the "huhu" wind, Zhong also can roughly think of where this guy is doing dangerous things.

I don't know when it started, but the only way they resembled their 15-year-old partners was when they were drunk. The 15-year-old Dazai was very deep, but he could be regarded as the only age that would reveal the innocence of a child.

But after waking up, the two are still the worst relationship between Hong Kong and black.It's like Dazai won't order him in the tone of a leader in private, subtly maintaining their "order."

Zhong Ye suddenly interrupted him. "Dazai."

"What, how can a puppy interrupt the owner's praise of the puppy. This is very rare."

Again.

Zhong also didn't bother to listen to his nonsense: "At this time, you should be honest and tell me that you have a stomachache and you want me to pick you up."

- "I don't have..."

Chuya Zhongyuan: "Would you like it?"

"........."

"Then I hang up."

Zhong Yuanzhong didn't wait for Dazai's reply, and just said "Oh" flatly, and was about to hang up, when he heard the voice of grievance squeezed out from the other end of the phone.

"……want."

This is probably the frankness that Osamu Dazai would never show in normal times.

- "What are you laughing at?" Hearing Nakahara Chuya's low laughter on the other end of the phone, he became angry from embarrassment, and vaguely remembered that he seemed to be the leader. "Come and pick me up now, immediately, immediately!"

Broken Pot Posha uses the hardest words and sprinkles the softest coquettishness, which is unexpectedly cute.

"Yes." Zhong Yuanzhong also smiled. "Wait for me where I am."

*****

-"squeak--"

When Chuya Nakahara drove to the scene, he saw Osamu Dazai who had climbed up the safety fence of Yokohama Taiga, with his long legs sticking out, and his hands neatly resting on his sides.

The cool sea breeze is blowing on the face, and the cheeks facing the sea are outlined with a bit of hazy tenderness by the soft street lamps.The thick long windbreaker forcibly brings out the sense of pride on his thin shoulders.

But even more lonely and silent.

Beside him are two piles of foreign wine bottles.

"Leader, come down first." Atsushi Nakajima tried to persuade the leader's nonsense. "Too dangerous."

"It's okay, Zhongya will be here soon~"

Nakahara Zhongya opened the car door and walked over. He didn't put on a suit jacket, and he rolled up the cuffs of the silk wine red shirt, which was slightly cool by the wind.

next moment--

The man in the black windbreaker who was sitting on the railing was aware of it and turned around. The plain white bandage covered one eye as usual, and when he saw it, he turned into a crescent moon in vain.

"Chuya, it's too slow!" Dazai complained, his sharp little face was dyed pink by the alcohol, and he opened his arms towards Chuya without any scruples. "hug me."

You have to complain again, and you still have to act like a baby, Dazai, what kind of tsundere cat are you?

but--

Zhong Yuan Zhong also stared at his ice blue eyes, and saw Dazai's only exposed one-sided eye was shining brightly, as if it was full of stars.

Only he is full.

This emotion will never appear when Osamu Dazai is sober. The sober Osamu Dazai only has coldness, calculation, and frivolity in his eyes.The holes in the eyes are the sharpness that can see through people's hearts.

Nakahara Nakaya sighed, and took a step forward. Before he could make any movement, Dazai Osamu hugged Nakaya's waist tightly like a kitten having fun.With a fluffy broken hair, he rubbed randomly on Zhongye's wine red shirt.

"Good," Nakahara patted his head perfunctorily, and didn't care if his waist was hugged tightly by the bastard, his ice blue eyes looked at Renhu standing beside Osamu Dazai calmly. "Atsushi Nakajima."

"Yes." Atsushi Nakajima stood at attention suddenly. "Central Plains cadres!"

At this moment, he was shocked by the eyes of the Central Plains cadres, and instantly remembered the phone call from the first department on the day he bloodbathed Miss Jenny's birthday party.At that time, he was still wondering why it was so like the illusion of "confirming that my husband is having an affair, so he also wants to have sex".

I was looking at the leader who was drunk and whining and looking for his wife, what else did he not understand.Even so, Cerebellar Axe's head inevitably began to refresh:

I didn't expect the leader and the top cadre to have an affair!

Usually you are at war with each other like it's real! !

Could this be the legendary couple's fun! ! !

Nakahara Chuya glanced at Atsushi Nakajima, and it was not difficult to guess what he was imagining from his dazed and shocked expression, but it was too troublesome to explain his relationship with Osamu Dazai to others.Why not—

"Let me give you a piece of advice. In Hong Kong and black, you have to learn what not to say and what not to look at."

Atsushi Nakajima raised his head in a daze.

Nakahara Nakahara hugged Osamu Dazai off the railing with an indifferent expression, and let the other party lean on him like a boneless body. His ice blue eyes turned from plain to cold and sharp. It passed by.