Yokohama diva, sultry online

Responsible for what?

Where are you from?

Is it your turn to take charge?

For some reason, these three sentences immediately popped up in Keigo Atobe's mind, and he stared at Genichiro Sanada with a serious expression on his face.

The young man who practiced kendo under the strict requirements of his grandfather since childhood has a tall and straight figure like a pine tree. He wears a black hat on his head, and a little bit of black hair is exposed from under the brim, making his whole person extremely rigorous.

The grades are good, and there is no criticism of his character. Even Keigo Atobe, who is his opponent, has to praise him for being excellent.

The sunlight came out again, drawing a golden edge for the people and things in the ward, but this did not include Keigo Atobe and his party who were still at the door. separate.

Atobe Keigo didn't like this feeling, but in the end, the concern for the red-haired boy overcame the vague discomfort in his heart that he couldn't explain clearly at the moment.

The way he calmed down was completely different from just now. Although his expression inevitably revealed some clues, his innate temperament fully neutralized his stiffness at the moment.

"What is your fault?"

Atobe Keigo passed Genichiro Sanada and left such a sentence. He went straight to Chuya Nakahara until the two of them were facing each other.

Ninja Yuuji glanced at Keigo Atobe calmly, a little surprised, as if he realized something, but he didn't say it.

"There is no problem with the wound." Nakahara rejected Keigo Atobe's probing gaze. He turned around and picked up the hospital gown that he took off from the hospital bed, and then put it on as if nothing happened.

The matter can't be kept hidden until now, all the previous things have become useless, Nakahara Chuya is not angry, he has a cold face, and stabs Genichiro Sanada with a knife in his eyes for no money.

"His wound opened because of us, and we will bear all the medical expenses."

Genichiro Sanada didn't seem to feel Chuya Nakahara's gaze. He turned around and didn't specify the truth of the matter, but vaguely explained how Chuya Nakahara went out and Yukimura fainted.

Keigo Atobe, who had already become a gun|powder barrel, was ignited by this sentence, and his blue-purple eyes were full of violent wind and rain. He emphasized every word, "Do you think this uncle will bear the burden?" Medical bills?"

Genichiro Sanada: "..."

That was not what I meant!

"Okay, that's it!"

Seeing that the confrontation between the two had materialized, Nakahara scratched his hair impatiently, just wanting to throw everyone but him out, he pinched his knuckles, but he didn't resort to violence after all.

Atobe Keigo opened his mouth to speak out, but he was still aggrieved. He took a step forward and taught him a lesson from a closer distance to Nakahara Chuya, "Patients are not qualified to speak!"

Father, like son.

Ninazu Yushi didn't think that anything happened between Nakahara Chuya and Sanada Genichiro, and he could even assert that the two of them should not be familiar with each other, and only those who haven't met a few times have such an obvious sense of distance.

He spread his hands and took a step forward, ready to be a peacemaker, and letting the red-haired boy come will definitely lead to more serious disputes.

But before he started to speak, he saw Li Haida's taciturn and extremely serious deputy director take a big step just to separate Atobe from the red-haired boy.

And said in a protective gesture, "Don't waste any more time, he has a fever and needs to call a doctor."

Endurance: Choking is always with me!

"Your actions are a bit big recently, boss!" Ozaki Koyo gently pinched the handle of the teacup, brought it to his lips and took a sip, his slender white fingers did not look like hands that could hold a knife at all.

There are seats for three people, and now one chair is empty. In the past, there would be a noisy short cadre who would open a bottle of red wine every time.

In most cases, if it wasn't for Ozaki Koyo's stop, it would have turned into a lively scene of drunken madness. Now it is obviously a bit too quiet.

The green tea in the teacup exudes a delicate fragrance, and a tea stem floats vertically in the teacup, and with the shaking of the water waves, circles of ripples appear around it.

Osamu Dazai certainly knew what Koyo Ozaki was referring to. He started to clean up some miscellaneous fish blatantly and recklessly, and strengthened the port mafia's monitoring of external forces.

The outside world is rumored that the port mafia will usher in an unprecedented reshuffle of Yokohama forces in the near future, so during this period of time, the major dark organizations in Yokohama are very tense, and the discussion this time also revolves around this.

This is not the empty style of port mafia in the past. In the past, mafia used gentle and tough methods for these things, but now it is a bit too tough.

Osamu Dazai's eyes stayed on the floating tea stalk for a moment, he nodded slightly, his thick black hair cast a faint shadow between his brows, and the deep red scarf hung down and piled on his knees.

"As expected of a Hongye cadre, you can guess what I'm going to do right away."

Osamu Dazai's voice seemed to be matched with a strange tune. Although it was a compliment, the listener could not feel much sincerity. He flicked the edge of the glass with his fingers, then put his hands into the pockets of the black coat and carried the Standing up facing Koyo Ozaki.

However, this did not make Koye Ozaki back down in the slightest. She covered her chin with her cherry-pink sleeves, only showing the upper half of her face, and her brows and eyes were filled with sharp emotions, "My concubine makes a bold guess, it has something to do with Chuya ?”

Although he couldn't see Koyo Ozaki's face, Osamu Dazai could feel the tense air around him, as if this topic had become a forbidden area between them, and touching it would cause backlash.

Osamu Dazai raised his head, and used the back of his hand to block the somewhat harsh sunlight, revealing pale lips and a well-curved chin. His slender body stood facing the light, and his whole body became ethereal.

Ozaki Koyo thought as if she was leaving this world.

"I'm going to find Chuya, and this time I'm sure to bring him back, so the current actions are all for the future." Osamu Dazai tilted his head, his face was serious like never before, and his sideburns The hair slid to the corner of the lips due to gravity.

"........."

Ozaki Koyo is a very smart person, she immediately caught the hidden information in Osamu Dazai's words, after a long time, she breathed a sigh of relief, and the tit-for-tat scene also fell apart.

There seemed to be a layer of water at the end of the eyes, but it disappeared quickly, Ozaki Koye blinked his eyes in a concealed manner, "Forgive me for speaking bluntly, if Chuya comes back, what do you think of the relationship between you... Or be more straightforward Say, what is your position on him?"

She stared straight into the eyes of the black-haired leader, as if she wanted to see into Osamu Dazai's heart through it, or she wanted to get a guarantee from the leader.

The volume of this sentence was not very loud, but it fluttered in the room for a long time, but as the last word fell, Osamu Dazai knew that the barrier between him and Koyo Ozaki had really disappeared.

He looked into the void, and there was a faint light shining in the depths of his always gloomy kite eyes. Although small, it gradually evolved into a prairie fire.

Zhefa cadres are like gods bestowed on him by the heavens. Osamu Dazai can move forward with confidence because he can see him following him as soon as he turns his head. Although this god may be cursing, he is not as noble as imagined .

"Your life can only be mine! 』

Osamu Dazai suddenly remembered the words his god said to him one afternoon, the ice-blue eyes refracted flowing light, one side of the canine teeth were exposed, and he looked aloof and arrogant.

Osamu Dazai squinted his eyes happily, like a child getting a gift and showing it off to others, he truly conveyed the most true thoughts in his heart to others, as if he was praising something devoutly, or like Whispering in the ear of a lover.

"He is my god!"