I wanted to usurp the throne, and I eloped with the leader Zai

There is a beautiful wife in the family, but there is no domestic violence.

Probably this was the first thought of Osamu Dazai with the clear shoe sole print on his face. What is the situation? He just fed the medicine with good intentions. Why did he look pale and dying just now? Beat up?

Dazaiji was puzzled, Dazaiji was wronged, but Dazaiji didn't say anything.

In comparison, I was simply a demon king, sitting on the bed with one slipper on, my face full of depression, looking down at my weak and cheap husband on the floor, with a bad tone.

"What do you want to do?"

The cheap husband said weakly: "Give you medicine, madam..."

I was suspicious: "Feed the medicine to poison me to death? Poison woman, how dare you murder me!"

"No, it's just common cold medicine." Dazai Osamu was afraid that I would run away if I mispronounced a word, so he stood up helplessly and took the kettle by the bedside to re-infuse the medicine, and said in a pleasant voice as if coaxing the child, "Ma'am, don't drink medicine to get sick." It won't get better, good boy, it will be fine if you sweat all over after drinking the medicine."

I sternly refused: "No, as Mo De's emotional killer, I won't catch a cold. You are sick."

Without waiting for Dazai to fix the black line, I snatched the water cup containing the cold medicine in his hand, clamped his fragile neck, and lifted it to his mouth to force the medicine.

I spoke decisively, and kept moving my hands, "Good boy, don't disobey your lord's orders, drink quickly."

"No, I'm not sick... Gululu..."

Osamu Dazai, who had his head cut off, resisted fiercely, but his strength was no different from that of an ant resisting an elephant. It was clear that there was no way, and he was accidentally pushed on the bed, kicking his legs indiscriminately, and throwing things in his hands indiscriminately. past.

"You said you're fine with a bandage on your head. I think you've smashed your brain. Let's have another bowl!"

"No, help, Gululu..."

When the loyal Zhongyuan Zhong also heard the movement and broke into the door of the leader's bedroom, he saw the dying leader lying in the arms of the leader's wife with disheveled clothes and flushed face, with an unknown liquid dripping from the corner of his mouth, looking at him with watery eyes. , the trembling Erkang begged for help.

"Chuya, just in time, hurry up... Gululu..." Osamu Dazai blushed and refused to obey, tears glistened in his eyes, his coat had already been taken off, and his pitiful tie could not be removed Hanging around his neck, it looks really bad.

fast what?Come and join?

The leader's wife, who was pouring an unknown liquid, had a slightly drunken face, but her face was a little confused, she tilted her head slightly, one hand lightly pressed the leader's arms and legs and kicked vigorously, one The long legs were locked between the young man's legs to lock the movement, and Nakahara Chuya who broke into the door was watching Dazai Osamu suspiciously.

The thin silk pajamas were loose and loose, but fortunately they were neat, but the posture of the two of them was really bad.

"Do you want to join too?"

Zhongya Zhongyuan: "???"

Understand in seconds.

Nakahara Chuya: "!!!"

The leader of his family was doing an indescribable play with his wife, and Zhongyuan Zhong, who wanted to invite himself to join, also exploded. He quickly bowed and closed the door, and he did it in one go, clutching the heart of the severely injured single dog with lingering fear.

What, what are these two people doing, they are still making sauces in broad daylight. Could it be that the medicine is the legendary medicine? !

And the leader is still below...

Zhong Yuanzhong, who is thin-skinned and currently has zero love experience, also paced uncomfortably at the door, and specifically asked the surrounding subordinates to stay away, so as not to delay the life harmony of the leader and his wife.

Nakahara Nakahara, a kind citizen of Yokohama who was moved by his thoughtful behavior, decided to do good deeds without leaving his name: "Ahem, I have to think about the next generation of leaders anyway."

After finishing speaking, I went to supplement the knowledge.

The leader who was crushed in the door: "???"

It's over, it's over, it's over! ! !

Because it is very important, I have to say it three times! ! !

What could be more terrifying than waking up early in the morning to face a sickly beauty who seems to have been spoiled a hundred times?

Sit up in shock from dying.

The clothes of the person beside him were messy, the fluffy seaweed head was deeply buried in the pillow and whimpered, the exposed snow-white skin was glaringly bruised, and the crumpled coat was brutally thrown on the ground at random. Remind yourself how cruel it is to treat beautiful women.

Why is there something wrong with this scene, no, calm down, it doesn't have to be like this.

Calm down, I pulled up someone who was crying so hard, the bright marks on his face were not too obvious, could it be that I really put Osamu Dazai to sleep?

I try to calm down in life: "How do you feel?"

Osamu Dazai clutched his stomach, complained silently with tears in his eyes, groaned, and showed unbearable embarrassment on his face, "The caramel sauce is so rough, I really thought I was going to die. Uh... I drank too much yesterday , My stomach is so uncomfortable, I can go to the bathroom to deal with it first..."

Well, you shut up!

Quickly pressed Osamu Dazai into the pillow again, I smoked a cigarette to calm down.

The first reaction in my mind was not to comfort the buzzing beauty, but to think about the high chance of jumping out of the window and escaping, or it would be more realistic to take out a stack of checks and throw them in his face.

It is impossible to be responsible, even in this life!

Wait... We're all married, so it's only natural for me to sleep with him, why should I be responsible?

I was enlightened instantly, slapped Osamu Dazai on the head, and finally figured it out.

Nothing to worry about, I lifted the quilt, picked up the clothes on the ground, put them on, breathed out Schrödinger's smoke rings, and gave a thumbs up to Osamu Dazai, who was looking bitter and about to get up, in a friendly way. self-esteem.

"Don't worry, your performance yesterday was great, baby!" I raised the corners of my lips and looked at him knowingly, "Do you want to do it again?"

Osamu Dazai doubting his life: "!!!"

Osamu Dazai was so frightened that he took the clothes and ran into the bathroom, and locked the door with a click. I even heard the sound of him moving the washing machine inside. It seems that I was really rough yesterday.

Oh, how sinful I am.

After tidying up, I walked out of the room. Along the way, my enthusiastic subordinates brought various gifts to me. After a while, I met Chuya Nakahara, who was patrolling. His expression was a little more compassionate.

"This is for the leader, don't put too much at once." Zhong Yuan Zhong also looked around and stuffed me with a pack of wolfberries, with a sincere heart.

"Oh."

"The leader's physical skills are already in the middle and lower reaches, so don't torment him too much, ahem, although I'm not interested in the weird things you guys play!"

"Oh."

"I just bought this according to the model number... Take it easy..."

"Oh."

Nakahara on the old lady's upper body is also nagging a lot, and the familiarity makes me wonder if he and Dazai have something to do, why he knows the size of Dazai's face, it is not normal, there must be a conspiracy.

Holding a pile of presents in doubt, I remembered that Osamu Dazai followed a red-haired uncle a few days ago. Could it be that he was a double, or deliberately used me as a shield.

Holding up the binoculars, I embarked on the road of an intelligence agent again, huddled behind the telephone pole and followed Dazai Osamu who sneaked into a bar, and my doubts deepened.

I stepped into the bar as if nothing had happened, ordered a glass of whiskey casually, I stirred the drink absently, and glanced at the red-haired man next to Osamu Dazai, and I became more and more sure that Osamu Dazai must be gay.

Ju, actually smiling so softly, with eyes like seeing an old lover, there must be something wrong!

It's too close!Do you still want to touch someone's hand?

Ahhhhh!can not watch anymore!

My pupils were imprinted with the scene in front of me, my brain short-circuited, and I rushed to the door, not wanting to watch the next plot at all.

Osamu Dazai looked at the well-dressed man like a dog, but he didn't expect to like the mature and stable red-haired uncle!

no vision!Mature and stable black hair is the best!

No matter how bad it is, it's silver fur!

I hated Osamu Dazai's stare in my heart, I left the bar angrily, kicked the stones on the road, an inexplicable surge of anger rushed into my heart, it must have been irritated by Osamu Dazai's lack of vision, I will go there when Osamu Dazai is dead The nightclub is looking for a bunch of jerks!

There was an unknown fire in my chest, and the more I looked at Osamu Dazai when I went back at night, the more I felt annoyed, but I couldn't say anything about him because of the agreement, anyway, they were contracted couples, so I jumped into Osamu Dazai's trap like a fool?

As an excellent killer, there are only pure money transactions between me and Osamu Dazai, absolutely no dirty emotional transactions.

I care a little bit about him because Osamu Dazai is my source of money and power. If he runs away with a wild man behind my back, wouldn’t I be empty of money and money? Yes, that’s right, that’s it.

Osamu Dazai, who inexplicably endured the scorching gaze: "...Well, madam, you have been staring at me for two hours."

I said indifferently: "Shut up, hurry up and work honestly, don't you know that black hair at work is a masterpiece in the world?"

Osamu Dazai was wronged: "But I have already finished my work."

I said confidently, "Then do it tomorrow!"

"Ma'am, you forgot, tomorrow your lovely Azhi committed suicide by jumping off the building, and tomorrow's work belongs to Madam!"

Complaining and yelling, Osamu Dazai stretched his waist after finishing all the work, and his pupils turned slightly to observe my reaction, like a cat quietly waiting for the owner's reaction in the dark after playing a prank.

Osamu Dazai whispered devilishly, and looked at me amusedly: "Could it be, madam, are you reluctant?"

I nodded sincerely: "To be honest, I can't bear to part with your vocal cords. Anyway, you're going to die tomorrow, why don't I cut them off now."

Osamu Dazai was suspiciously silent, climbed into bed without saying a word, turned off the light, covered himself with a quilt, and prepared to fall asleep.

Anyway, he will be able to enter eternal sleep tomorrow night.

Under the dim moonlight, I was still sitting on my original office chair watching him, and said softly in the darkness, "Dazai, are you looking forward to death?"

The other party didn't answer, and after a few seconds, there was a slight noise.

"Is Madam understanding me? I'm so happy!" Someone who had fallen asleep sat up excitedly, "It's agreed, even if I die tomorrow, Madam can't remarry. We must be loyal and we will go to each other every year." Ah Zhi said [-] love words in front of the tombstone, and he will be buried with me after death, and..."

I:"……"

"You fucking are the poison of feudal society!!!"

Hong Kong Black Building——

Sure enough, Osamu Dazai was planning at the last moment. Whether it was himself or his wife, facing the cold wind at night, Osamu Dazai, who was about to embrace death, showed a sincere smile, and made a hug gesture to embrace the insubstantial Air.

I have finished explaining Dunjun and the others about this world, but now there is one last thing to do, and I can immediately leave this decayed and oxidized world with everything I have.

Then, my little selfishness can also be forgiven.

Even if she dies, she wants to leave an insignificant mark on her heart.

The movement under his feet paused slightly, and there was an abyss under his feet. Osamu Dazai looked at the call page that Atsushi Nakajima had just opened in a complicated way, and squirmed the corners of his lips to say his last words.

Facing the phone, Osamu Dazai took a deep breath, and his words trembled: "I'm sorry, I'm an extremely cowardly man, a coward who will get hurt if he touches cotton. But, I'm really serious about caramel sauce, The position of leader is given to you, and I will take care of the follow-up, as long as there is Zhong, you will definitely sit on the position of leader without any worries...I really..."

There was silence for a long time, and I don't know if I listened. The thin black-haired man finally opened his eyes and closed his eyes contentedly.

Immediately, it will be...

"Miss, Miss! Someone is looking for you here!!!"

The brisk and lively male voice from the other side of the phone successfully made the smile on the corner of Dazai Osamu's mouth stiff, and his feet almost slipped.

"I said some weird words and asked -- do you want to answer, miss?"

This is not the worst, another gentle voice said with a smile, "Miss, do you need another bottle of vodka?"

The worst thing came, a gentle voice interjected in a panic, "Miss, please don't do this, ah, I'm really not, there is..."

The air fell into an eerie silence.

The leader froze in front of the two people with green lights on their heads. The embarrassed and at a loss looked at each other, not knowing whether to sympathize or comfort the person involved.

Over there, the madam who seemed to be visiting the nightclub looking for the little boy said: "Oh? Is it Dunjun? Wait, I will inherit the position of leader when I go back."

Atsushi Nakajima, who was called, was almost scared to death.

Before he could speak, the leader who climbed up to the edge of the roof jumped down and snatched the phone, and said with a smile, "Dear madam, do you want to put a hat on me?"

Osamu Dazai's expression turned black, and the surrounding air instantly dropped to zero.

"Dug! Aren't you fucking dead?"

"I almost died, I really disappointed Madam."

After being silent for a long time, his face changed instantly, and he smiled back with anger: "Since you want to die, it would be better to die quickly. I don't think you have any desire to survive, so jump down!"

"Yo, are you still wronged? Osamu Dazai, are you stupid to be an old lady? You have seen that uncle opposite Butei more times than Chuya, it's hard for a scum like you to cheat marriage!"

The leader Zai panicked: "No, I really care about you!"

The other side almost laughed out loud.

"Oh, then go to hell, you dance. Why, don't you dare? Don't worry, after you dance, I will take my child and wife to your grave next year to dance disco, and I will go to Italy to set a tombstone when I die. You I also accept that pure and lovely subordinate, I will treat him well, you can rest assured that you will die alone in the coffin."

"Okay, goodbye, I'm going to have a room with three Russian beauties, you go to hell!"

Osamu Dazai was wronged by hanging up the phone. According to the way these days, Madam must care about him. Those little vixens actually took advantage of the situation. They are as shameless as other little foxes in parallel worlds.

Thousands of miles to send a green hat, shameless vixen.

What a ghost, they were all stolen, and if they died, they would be pissed off.

In front of the melon-eaters Atsushi Nakajima and Ryunosuke Akutagawa, the leader wearing a cap, Zai, took out the walkie-talkie, twisted his beautiful face, and said in a low voice, "Everyone is out, Madam was kidnapped by a Siberian little bitch, now Go to xxx to rescue Madam."

"Chuya, prepare the helicopter and go find the lady who was bewildered by the green tea man."

The author has something to say: The leader Zai, the desire to survive is bursting in an instant

The Russian Pretty Woman makes an appearance.

Next is the large-scale rape scene of the leader Zai.

You can read the other column of Wu Zhenzai's grievances and grievances with the Russians. That book was really poached, but the two were reversed.