Raiders Hat Jun's N Week

I thought that Chuya had left long ago. With preconceived cognition and Hayakawa Yuki's obstruction, I didn't notice that his car was still parked on the side, let alone that he would be waiting for me at the door.

I looked into his eyes and didn't know how to react for a while, what's his situation now, is he trying to stand up for me?

Zhong also didn't get my reply in time, he opened the car door and got out of the car, the hem of the black suit coat draped over his shoulders raised an arc with his movements, and the light passing through the blades cast a shaking silhouette on his face.

When Hayakawa Yuki saw him, her eyes gradually became frenzied. She skipped me and took two steps forward, looking at Chuya like a girl in love.

"Master Zhongyuan, you, do you still remember me? Our Hayakawa company has cooperation with the port mafia. We met at the banquet a month ago..."

Nakaya was silent for a while after listening, as if he was recalling something, under Yuki Hayakawa's expectant eyes, he said: "Sorry."

"There are countless small businesses in Yokohama that cooperate with the port mafia. It is impossible for me to write down all of them. As for the banquet... so many irrelevant people, I don't think I need to remember it?"

He said sorry, but there was no apology in his eyes at all, and the polite arc on the corner of his mouth was even more indescribably mocking. After he finished speaking, he withdrew his eyes, and didn't even give alms to Hayakawa Yu who looked ugly in vain discipline.

He walked in front of me, slightly bent over his face, tilted his head under my line of sight to look at my face: "Liu, why have you been in a daze since just now?"

Chuya usually calls me "Kujo", but he has called me by my name twice since the beginning.

Those words were harsh, so I didn't care, but I didn't want Chuya to hear them.

"Go back, if you want to drink, it's not too late to go back and drink."

Hayakawa Yuki has adjusted his expression quickly, and took my hand: "Don't say that, Kujo, we haven't talked about it yet."

I was disgusted by her sudden enthusiasm and got goosebumps all over my body. I quickly pulled my hand out and raised a fake smile: "No, I don't think I have anything to say to you..."

Chuya interrupted me: "It's interesting, isn't it?"

I can't figure out what he is thinking now, he helped Hayakawa Yuki this time, which made me feel a little uncomfortable.

I unconsciously lowered my tone and nodded coldly: "Then it's up to you."

Going back to the box just now, when some of you saw me coming back with Yuki Hayakawa, some sarcasm appeared on their faces.

When Zai Zhong also stepped in, the noisy box was quiet for a moment.

Just by standing there with his pockets in his pocket, he was able to attract all eyes.

Hayakawa Yuki introduced to them: "This is a high-level executive of a large company that my father cooperates with, Mr. Nakahara."

Her familiar appearance also seemed to come for her.

Others also came up and complimented her desperately.

"As expected of you, Yuki, such a great person can be invited here."

There are also those who are bold enough to get close to the middle.

Zhong also frowned, nodded slightly towards them, ignored the outstretched hand, and pulled me to sit on the side where there was no one in the sight of a group of people.

Hayakawa Yuki's smile froze on his face.

The surrounding air was quiet for a moment, and the person who was still complimenting Hayakawa Yuki just now stopped talking embarrassingly.

No one dared to approach Zhongye, he seemed to have carved out an inviolable territory, isolating him from the group of people.

"What on earth do you want to do? If you drink, you can go back and drink." I whispered to him.

He unceremoniously ordered the most expensive champagne and red wine here. Looking at the string of zeros on the menu, I subconsciously felt pain.

"Let's make do with it. After waiting for you for so long, I should at least ask for some interest."

I knew it was definitely not because of this reason, and I had nothing to do with him, so I poured myself a glass of champagne angrily.

After drinking, I can see that my mood has improved a lot.

After a while, people began to slowly come to our side, saying some irrelevant greetings, and Youzhong was also beside me, and those sharp words just seemed to disappear like this.

The seemingly happy atmosphere came to an abrupt end in one sentence.

"I remember, Kutiao, you wrote me a love letter before, if you tell me again now, maybe I will agree to you."

Zhong also took a sip of the red wine, put his eyes on him, and looked at the complacent look that the other party looked at him, he raised a seemingly gentle smile, and said in a magnetic voice that was opposite to his expression: "I just There is a mirror at the door, I advise you to take a picture when you leave later."

The complacent man just now looked pale as if he was constipated.

puff.

I was in a better mood than ever. I grabbed his clothes and buried my head into his shoulders, letting out a muffled laugh. I thought no one would come over for a while, but a new voice sounded.

"Speaking of which, Master Zhongyuan, do you know?"

Hayakawa Yuki was not shocked by what happened just now, and came forward unwillingly: "Kujo had a boyfriend who had a very good relationship in high school. Looking at it now, the two of you are so similar. Do you want to see the photos on Twitter?"

I just felt completely relieved.

This is really which pot does not open and which pot to lift, Zhongya looked at me and waited quietly for my explanation.

"There is one, but I don't think he has any similarities with you."

Before we could speak, a man who was beside Yuki Hayakawa just now came to our side.

"But I didn't expect Jiujo to be so valued. The salary should be very high now, right?"

"I remember that Kujo had the nickname of One Yen Girl back then, because she never let go of any money. Even if it was a small one yen coin, it would desperately try to pick it up if it fell into the sewer."

"Oh, I remember that too."

it has started.

I knew it would end up like this.

If possible, I really don't want him to hear such words.

A loud noise interrupted my slightly sinking mood.

The person who said this sentence with a malicious face just now knocked his head on the table, his face was covered with blood, and everyone around him was terrified. He raised his bloody head with a look of fear on his face: "w-why What happened, suddenly the head was so heavy that it fell down."

"It hurts, it hurts, call an ambulance!"

"Why are you standing there! Hurry up and call!"

I know who did this, and I thought it didn't matter, but I suddenly felt like crying.

So childish.

I grabbed Chuya's clothes, hugged him, and buried my face into the hollow of his neck.

The principle of this script is actually very simple.

I don't have any ex-boyfriend similar to Chuya, so the script uses Zhongya's photo instead, and Kujo Ritsu doesn't have a past, so the script is created using my past.

It creates scenarios based on things or people that already exist.

So today's experience reminded me of some bad things, things that I buried deep in my memory.

Even though the faces are different and the names are different, what they said can correspond one by one to the hateful faces in my memory. I have already learned not to care about this kind of grievance. As long as I turn a blind eye to them, they will not be hurt. I.

After all, a person's life is so long, and the suffering that needs to be experienced is overwhelming. I am just an ordinary person, and I have no ability to compete with it. If I keep it in my heart one by one and cannot forget and let go, I will be crushed by the bad reality sooner or later. .

The reality of 18 years tells me that no one will stand on my side unconditionally.

My resilience and all my optimism are built on the premise of forgetting suffering.

"I hate this prop." I said to the system.

In my reality, there is no Chuya of the Central Plains.

·

In the end, the party ended under the sound of an ambulance. Before I left, I felt the jealous eyes of Hayakawa Yuki, but I believe that when I report the fact that Hayakawa’s family has placed people in Hong Kong and Heilongjiang, she should be there soon. I lost my temper.

On the way back, I didn't say a word to Zhongye.

I am in a slightly complicated mood now, and I am a little at a loss. I followed Chuya with my head down. I think I should have a lot to say to him now, and I also have a lot of questions to ask him.

But now I can't say anything.

As soon as I entered the house, my hand was suddenly grabbed by Chuya. His sudden attack made me stare at him with wide eyes.

He pressed me against the wall, his blue eyes stared into mine, under his aggressive eyes, I couldn't help feeling like I was being prey.

"An ex-boyfriend who looks like me?" he said.

I thought he didn't mention this matter just now because he was going to skip it, but I didn't expect to be here waiting for me.

Because of the effect of the script, Nakaya knew about this a long time ago, and he still pretended to be the first time he heard about it to test me. I believe that if I give an answer that makes him unsatisfied, he can instantly put my answer to the test. Favorability dropped to negative.

Helplessly sighed in my heart, I looked away and said with a smile.

"You are not."

"Just because of a few words from that person, don't you think I'm taking you as someone's substitute?"

Zhong also ignored my unscrupulous ridicule. I felt some pain from his hand pressing against the wall. His blue eyes were staring at me tightly, and his expressionless expression was full of oppression. .

I put away the smile on my face and looked at him silently.

After a while, I said.

"you are you."

I looked at him seriously, the hand that was not caught by him stroked his cheek, slowly slid to the Choker in his throat, and finally pressed on his strong chest.

Through the fabric of the vest and shirt, the sound of his aggravated breathing was transmitted to my fingertips, the slightly drunkenness eroded my head, and I felt the heat source from his body.

I've never had a more sincere moment, I said firmly to him.

"I'm not going to confuse you with anyone."

"No one in this world can compare with you, not even a god—"

God will not be on my side, nor will God drive away the nightmare for me.

"You are you.

"Central Plains Central."

The beast in front of him exuded a pleasant atmosphere, he lowered his head and laughed sullenly, then leaned forward and bit my lip hard.

The author has something to say: Ah Li gave a perfect answer, Wuhu.

感谢在2020-10-2101:52:28~2020-10-2123:53:38期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: Bai Yi had one at the end of Ming Dynasty;

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