On the Possibility of Being with the Chief Jae HE

*****

Proper xsr.

Zhongyuan Zhong also stared expressionlessly at the man in front of him with iris-colored peach blossom eyes and a wide smile, his fluffy black hair set off his pale and weak skin.But the heavy black windbreaker insisted on creating a hidden figure for his slender figure.

Today, it is rare for the leader to put on a white shirt and a black tie carefully.

White shirt and heavy coat.

Fair complexion and black hair.

The perfect combination of black and white made the smiling man with slightly bent eyes extremely intimidating. Some people don't need to show their ruthlessness and darkness to play an absolute deterrent.

Apparently Osamu Dazai was like that.

No matter how innocent he looks on the outside, he looks like a noble young man.The temperament of being the leader of Hong Kong gangsters is also engraved in his bones.

Also more distant.

Zhongyuan Zhong also had a casual look, thinking of the scene in his dream, with shallow wrinkles appearing between his brows, which were slowly brushed by a bandage-wrapped fingertip.

"What are you looking at? Recently, I have been staring at me in a daze more and more. Could it be that Zhong also misses the leader?"

Sichun?

Zhongyuan Zhong also gave a disgusted "tsk", leaned back and raised his eyebrows slightly: "I miss you? Show me who is harassing whom. My leader."

"Well?"

Osamu Dazai tilted his head innocently, looked at his hand holding the trigger, and the position where the muzzle of the gun was pointing.It probably looked a bit like he was harassing the cadres.A certain thick-skinned leader put the xsr tool back into his coat pocket, pretending nothing happened.

"…………"

shameless.

Osamu Dazai happily leaned against the body of the most *shielded keyword*, and reminded him with a sigh of relief: "Chuya, the first rule of law for Hong Kong black employees?"

"..." Zhongyuan cadre: "Everything is based on the leader, and the leader's order is everything."

"Chuya has a good memory." Osamu Dazai smiled and brought the topic back: "Ah, so did we talk about xsr and Sichun just now? What do you think of the most *blocked keywords* part?"

"........."

This has exceeded the scale of shamelessness.Bastard leader, can you be a little tricky? ?Who came to xsr and Sichun on purpose, who didn't know?

Too. No compulsion and no plan to change. Zai smiled condescendingly and looked at the most *shielded keyword* department whose face changed again and again. He was in a good mood and reminded: "Zhong also keeps looking at *shielded keyword* ? Ask you something~"

what?You shameless leader.

Nakahara Chuya really laughed shamelessly at the bastard leader this time. Anyway, the bastard Dazai charged him with trumped-up charges. It is obviously not his style to honestly admit his mistakes.

simply--

Nakahara Chu unceremoniously wrapped Dazai Osamu's well-groomed tie around his hand, forcing the man who was 21 cm taller to bend down again,

"Zhongye—"

"Boss, did you do physical exercise?" Nakahara Chuya spoke with a laughing voice before Osamu Dazai provoked him. They were so close that they could feel the heat while breathing, and the provocation in their eyes remained undiminished. "Take the alpha staff first to practice?"

"Didn't I tell you?" Dazai Osamu bent his eyes, and did not avoid Chuya's approach, and the obviously ambiguous distance gave birth to a rivalry. "It's alpha, I'm going to alpha."

Gee.

You bastard, you don't have the consciousness of a rabbit not eating the grass beside the nest.

Zhong Yuanzhong also gave a short laugh, his pure blue eyes implying turmoil, looking directly at the pair of light-colored pupils that can drown *shielded keywords*: "Every time there is a provocation that seems to be ambiguous but actually has ulterior motives." , what do you want to do this time?"

The last trace of teasing in Dazai Osamu's eyes faded, and it took three seconds for him to slap Zhongya's hand holding his tie away in disappointment.After Chuya let go, he took two steps back to create a sense of distance.

While he was arranging the loose tie and unbuttoned clothes, his kite eyes raised slightly and showed a condescending arrogance.

"I was discovered by Zhongye. I liked the embarrassment of seeing him and being proud of it. Then I'll just say it - Zhongye can't participate in this incident."

"Why can't I participate?" After a long period of absolute intensity training, Zhong Yuanzhong is no longer easily irritated as he was when he was young, and he still feels the raging flames burning at this moment.The more angry he was, the calmer he was. "I need a reason."

But the man in the thick black windbreaker was calmer than him, his beautiful eyebrows and eyes seemed to be frosted, and he was so inhumanely indifferent.

"There is no reason."

Zhongyuan Zhong also frowned tightly, his ice blue eyes were puzzled, and he stared firmly at Osamu Dazai who suddenly drew a gap.

"Follow all the orders of the leader. This is the code you recited yourself, Chuya. Did you forget it so quickly?"

*****

--"boom!"

As Dazai Osamu's voice fell, it meant that the ominous smell of rust covered the entire office in an instant.The flimsy windows burst under the pressure.

It shattered to the ground.

When the sun shines outside the window, it reflects colorful light.

"Zhongye." The leader wearing a thick black windbreaker took the time to adjust the red scarf, "Do you want to threaten the leader with violence?"

Zhongyuan Zhongye's tense muscles loosened in vain, and his heavy ice blue eyes looked at the loose and frivolous man who could already reveal the coercion of the leader without making a sound.

In the past, they could fight without explanation and mock each other. Mr. Mori arranged overloaded work and had to be separated for more than half a year, but when they met again, they would only laugh and quarrel with each other.

Instead of being the same as now, with the closest distance, it seems that the distance between each other has been pulled away by an invisible gap.

"Do you want to *blocked keywords*?" As Nakahara Chuya stood up, the chair slid back with a "squeak". "leader."

"*Blocked keywords*? Hahahahaha, Chuya, you really know how to joke." Dazai Osamu couldn't help laughing "puchi", and used his slender fingers to wipe the tears that didn't exist at the corners of his eyes, behind his ears There was a pause in the smile, and the eyes of the kite were dead silent and cold.

"Don't forget, Zhongye, I am the leader and you are the cadre. Your rights are also given to me."

Those iris eyes were round like grapes when I first met at the age of 15, revealing a cunning.I don't know when he was hooked long and narrow, and when he looked at people coldly, he seemed to be treating a prisoner who was about to be tortured, knelt in front of him and shivered, and could be killed with *masked keywords* at any time.

Zhong Yuanzhong also stood still, icy blue staring at the leader who was talking to himself.Osamu Dazai laughed softly, and pulled his windbreaker as if nothing happened.

"Remember to clean it up later. By the way, Zhongya should find a reason to go back today? How about saying that he has a fever? This sentence is used on Zhongya who has no advantages other than well-developed limbs. I guess the members of Hong Kong Hei During the meeting, I was also proud of being favored, *blocked keyword*, right? I really like to hear about it~"

Be proud of being favored?What the hell kind of adjective is that.Can't you bastard find a new word for finding fault/disgusting person?

Zhong Yuan looked expressionlessly at the leader who lazily walked out of the office after a while of ridicule. After the door was closed "intimately", Zhong Yuan sat back on the chair.

A cadre who rarely gets sick once a year says that he has a cold and leaves early, which is a lame excuse for not being popular.It is estimated that the subordinates will immediately think that the leader is making things difficult again.

but……

Zhong Yuanzhong also let out a breath of turbid air slowly, biting the fingertips of the black glove with his crimson lips and taking off the glove, letting the glove be held in his mouth, his white hands messed up the fine orange hair covering his forehead department.

The scalding temperature was transmitted through the skin under his hands. It should be that he had a fever after soaking in cold water for a night yesterday.

The strength that Zhong Yuanzhong also insisted on faded away in the office of one person, lazily letting himself lie down in the chair, his ice blue eyes rarely showing a little suspicion.

How could Osamu Dazai just let him use "fever" as an excuse.Is it a coincidence?That bastard would just find fault with him and taunt him, embarrassing him in front of his subordinates.

That's what he'd like to see.

*****

Although the two incidents happened too cleverly, Chuya still chose to believe that Osamu Dazai would not be so kind.

Then he doesn't have to make trouble with his body.

Zhong Yuan Zhong also left the headquarters of Hong Kong Hei, took the direct elevator to the underground parking lot, and unexpectedly found an unexpected person walking against the light from the direction of the exit.

He was wearing a white shirt with a well-fitting suit jacket. His eyelids had deep creases. His blue eyes were warmed by the sunlight. He was a gentleman and personable.

Due to the backlight, the light outlined his silhouette with sharp water chestnut angles, his facial features were three-dimensional and his temperament was unruly.

"Long time no see, the most *blocked keyword* department of Hong Kong gangsters - Chuya Zhongyuan. Mr. Claremont successfully got rid of the local ruffians by going through the back door, and now he is going to repay the kindness of the benefactor."

The last two "favors" are ambiguous no matter how they sound.

Zhongyuan Zhong also looked at his expression and knew what Claremont meant later.But this does not prevent Sir Claremont's rebellious mentality of deliberately crawling over to find fault.

"........."

Have you been teased?

Zhong Yuanzhong also pinched his forehead helplessly: What a vengeful brat.Just as he was thinking, the personal cell phone in Nakaya's suit suddenly rang, and Osamu Dazai's name was displayed on the screen.

Finding fault again?Is it endless?

Zhong Yuanzhong also rubbed his forehead and picked it up.

- "I think most *blocked keywords* should stick to work even if they are sick. This is in line with the image of the high-level Hong Kong gangsters. Come back."

The leader is shameless, what kind of image does Hong Kong gangster want.

"...What orders does the leader have now?" Zhong Yuanzhong also said with a blank expression, "Ah, I'm sorry that the signal in the underground garage is not good. I can't hear what you are saying. Hang up."

The leader's order must also be transmitted through the signal line.