Yamato Nadeko

Dazai still failed to become a man.

He took off his trousers and was about to go into battle with his gun. There was an emergency at the port of Mafia, which required the cadres to come forward to solve the emergency work.

Night is mafia time.

Nocturnal is the norm.

It's been much better lately.Dazai relied on his brains, especially after he became a cadre, ordinary trivial matters could not be reported to him.It's not an urgent matter, and the subordinates will tactfully wait until the next day to report.

It was only miserable when he was fifteen or sixteen years old. Mr. Desmond Sen, who is not a human being, oppressed child labor with his black heart.Nekoya Shiki Haru seriously suspects that Mr. Nakahara's short growth is because he didn't have a good rest during the growth period.

"clear……"

His chin was suddenly pinched and raised, and he was forced to look up in the posture of kneeling to tie his belt.The gold master's face was gloomy, his eyes were dim, and his body was filled with a low pressure that no one should enter, and his rare mood swings were huge.

Unhappy written all over his body.

She has also seen the more terrifying expression of the black mud spirit, only when he is losing his nerve again.Dogs have a special advantage over gold masters. When they are angry and unhappy, they can change their tricks to toss people at most, and they will not be domestic violence.

Don't beat her, don't be afraid.

"Master Dazai?"

Nekoya Shikiharu spoke a word of reminder.

Strong hands.

The pinched jaw hurts.

Dazai let go of his hand, let out a cold "hum" and gently pushed away the lover who was waiting for him to dress, turned around and strode away.Walking steps have increased, it can be seen that I am really angry.

What can I do?

It's the uncle, I will offer it to you.

"Master Dazai." Haru Nekoyashiki had long been used to his erratic dog temper, picked up his coat and walked outside, maintaining her virtuous persona.

It started raining again outside.

Dazai stopped when he chased to the corridor, Nekoya Shikiharu put on his coat, and softly told Caring, "Master Dazai, be careful when you go out."

Dazai's face became even more ugly.

What made him angry was not the sudden work interrupting good things, no matter how urgent things were, he could make a quick shot in a hurry.What's angry is that he teased her so hard just now, let alone her expression, her breathing hasn't changed at all!

It seems that his technique is very poor!

Or does she still regard herself as a child in her heart, who has no sexual interest at all?

So angry!

Dazai pursed his lips into a straight line, and was even angrier at seeing her dignified appearance.This purge could not be sent out to her, it would be too embarrassing to give the reason!

He turned away angrily.

After walking two steps, he said coldly, "Go back, how can you take care of me when my condition worsens."

This hard-spoken and soft-hearted caring about Nekoya Shikiharu is still useful.

The private house is very large, and it takes five or six minutes to walk from here to the gate, and it takes a long drive to enter the city road to really get out of the private area.

Watching the patron disappear, Haru Nekoyashiki returned to the bedroom.

There was still residual warmth in the quilt.

There is a faint sweetness of candy in the breath, which is the smell of home shower gel.In an instant, he remembered that he almost got on the highway just now, and rolled up the quilt a few times in agitated mood.

Be someone's lover.

Although he had already prepared himself mentally, he was a panicked horse when something really happened.Fortunately, wearing a vest can appear a little 'reserved', and I was almost called out by a little boy.

Too shameful!

It was only over an hour before dawn, and I couldn't sleep.Turning his head, he saw the laptop thrown on the side of the bed, and there was still a half-finished project on the page.

Think about how considerate the stinky brat is to her today. He told her the general idea before, but he can't sleep anyway, so he might as well help finish it.

Dazai, who was sitting in the car on the other side, became more and more angry as he thought about it, so he couldn't hold back and made a phone call, "Help me finish the project before noon."

Active and forced are completely two moods.

Nekoya Shikiharu: "..."

Grass [vulgar language]

It's best that this job is super dangerous, so die outside.