Yokohama diva, sultry online

His blue eyes were rounded in shock, and Zhongyuan Zhong looked like a frightened orange cat. The breeze from the large French window sent a lock of hair from his ear to his nose, making him a dozen or so The [-]-year-old boy adds a subtle sensibility.

Wouldn't it be what he thought?

Zhong Yuanzhong also had a bold idea. He took the phone in his hand, and the cold metal phone case couldn't stop his sticky palms. His fingers trembled and he flipped through the call records.

"I'll go out for a while." He said immediately, with anxiety in his steps.

Atobe Keigo's heart sank, and his expression gradually became serious. He felt that what he was most worried about had happened——Nakahara Chu might not be very repulsive of that person.

Stockholm Syndrome?Atobe Keigo stopped his head, to avoid thinking about strange things, and the moment Zhongyuan Zhongya walked out of the room, he finally couldn't help but asked, "What do you feel about him?"

"The person I hate the most is him, I wish I could kill him myself!"

Nakahara just touched the door frame. He didn't turn his head. He heard Keigo Atobe's question. He was so anxious that he didn't have time to think about the deep meaning inside. confuse.

"..." Keigo Atobe saw the figure of the boy with brown hair slowly being blocked by the wall, and his worries eased a little. Chuya Nakahara's answer just now did not seem to be fake. He rubbed the center of his brows, opened the tablet and Knocked out a few bytes.

Zhong Yuanzhong also let out a "tsk". He wanted to smoke a cigarette to relieve his complicated mood. He put one hand in his pocket and leaned his back against the hard wall covered with tiles, making his figure even more straight, but his head But very low, which is usually when he is very nervous.

"Hello?" As soon as I clicked the dial, the connection was made, but no one spoke. Zhongyuan Zhong also gritted his teeth, revealing his petulance in just one word. crazy.

In the past, every time he took the initiative to contact Mackerel, it meant that he had to activate "Dirtyness" to defeat the enemy. At this time, the bastard Dazai would definitely ridicule him mercilessly on the phone.

Osamu Dazai had actually been waiting for this call, and he answered it before the phone rang as soon as the phone screen lit up, and he was relieved when he heard the voice of the little dwarf on the phone as before.

Sure enough, he is a little dwarf who manipulates gravity, even God will not accept him!

"Chuya, I didn't expect you to be alive. This is really very gratifying." Osamu Dazai spoke|speaking in that strange tone, and suddenly said, "It's possible to save Chuya's funeral. Mafia saved a lot of unnecessary expenses, I knew that preparing for the funeral of the cadres would be very laborious~"

It wasn't the funeral of the shorty cadre that bothered him, but his body that didn't know where to go.Osamu Dazai had just revoked the search order, which gave Yokohama a break from the storm.

Everyone knows that Mafia at the port is looking for someone, and anyone who provides information can get a guarantee from the leader of Mafia.People in the black market use money to estimate this guaranteed price, and the answer is that it cannot be measured.

The following words were as plain as discussing what to eat today, not like talking about a sad thing at all, Nakahara Nakaya could immediately think that the mackerel must maintain a handsome appearance, with his thin lips curled up The arc is just right, but there is only sarcasm in the eyes.

The sense of substitution is very strong, and Nakahara Chuya's fists are already hungry and thirsty.

"Is--" Zhong Yuanzhong also cursed, his anger rising slowly, although he was mentally prepared, but he was still unable to guard against it, "Even if I die, the funeral will be organized by Sister Hongye, what are you doing? , you can’t wait for me to die early, let’s talk about expenses...my salary in Mafia for so many years is enough!”

"NO, NO, NO, small slugs are very cheap, and slugs with strong limbs and simple minds are not even worth 1000 yen in the market."

Nakahara also looked up at the sky, his sapphire-like eyes under thick long eyelashes were covered with a layer of bewilderment, he really shouldn't have any expectations for Osamu Dazai.

Ordinary people would be sad if they were told such words when they narrowly escaped death, but Zhong Yuanzhong is not so hypocritical. It is absolutely impossible for him to cry like ordinary people. He just thinks that his so-called "rescue" is just superficial. Superficially, it is also meaningless.

Dazai Osamu, he really doesn't understand at all, and he hides all his calculations and plans in his heart without saying a word. A person like him is not someone who needs to be "saved" by him at all.

So, it's no wonder that this phone call will be ridiculed by him who is nosy.

Nakahara Zhong also let out an irritated "tsk" when he took the phone out of his pocket, he also took the cigarette out of his pocket, tilted his head and lit the cigarette in his mouth, his cheeks were shrouded in shadow, leaving only the stained cigarette end A dark red light flickered little by little in the darkness.

Zhong Yuanzhong also frowned and blew out smoke rings lightly. The cigarette butts were held between his beautifully shaped knuckles and he shook off the ash. The inferior cigarettes had a pungent smell, but they could better numb people's nerves. He suddenly didn't He cursed endlessly, "Your mother's Osamu Dazai!"

How could this person be such a rubbish? As a leader, shouldn't he live a good life?Doesn't look like a leader at all.

"Are... Mafia okay?" Nakahara also wanted to ask Osamu Dazai how he is now, he always wanted to know why the dead mackerel jumped down without hesitation that day when he had already reached his current position.

Osamu Dazai could only distinguish Nakahara Chuya's emotions from his tone of voice. He heard the sound of a lighter and knew that the cadre with red hair must be smoking resentfully. Still trembling.

Dazai didn't know what to say.

He used to hide his sincerity with a smile, and built a wall for himself with a thick barrier, just to face this kind of unclear situation.

His face twisted and changed non-stop. After a long time, Dazai Osamu bent his kite-colored eyes, and a misty smile appeared on his face, "You don't think Mafia, the port, can't go on without you. Bar?"

With this sentence, the already dead space froze for a moment.

"Didn't Nakamen always say that he would kill me with his own hands? If I was taken away by gravity, I would be killed by you, right?" Dazai Osamu's tone seemed to be praising his unparalleled behavior, and the black coat draped over his shoulders made him The whole person merged with the darkness.

He put down the glass of water that was handed to his mouth, and gently shook the liquid that had already cooled down in the glass. The hand holding the glass was more perfectly groomed by the black gloves, and he seemed to be giving alms, "Little The slug's brain is so small, you can't count on me in this life, let alone kill me."

"........."

The azure eyes turned cold unknowingly, the Central Plains had also been extinguished and there was still a lot of smoke, his expression was calm but his tone was indeed almost paranoid, "Hey, Dazai, people say that they will see a revolving lantern before dying, look What's up?"

He must know what kind of obsession this extremely bastard and irresponsible leader has, right?

Osamu Dazai thought a lot at that time, he stood up and walked to the window, put his fingers flat on the transparent glass, and asked, "What did the little slug see at that time?"

He didn't want to answer at all.

Zhong Yuanzhong was also silent for a while, and laughed at himself dejectedly: "If you don't want to say it, forget it.",,Website,...: