Yokohama city god is very violent

When Chuya was about to get off work, Nomura knocked on the door. Chuya was processing the documents and said without raising his head, "Come in."

Nomura didn't hold anything in his hand, and stood straight in front of Nakaya, leaned slightly and said, "Master Nakaya, my subordinates have searched almost all the slums from the slums, but they didn't find A Bin. It's likely he wasn't from the ghetto."

There is another sentence that Nomura didn't say, which is a bit presumptuous. He wanted to say: Are the children in your slum like him?She is squeamish and has a noble temperament. She doesn't eat anything but delicious, and she is curious about everything. This is not from a slum, she is clearly the ancestor of a rich family who sneaked out.

Zhong also obviously understood this, and said in a low voice: "You go down first, the scope of this matter will be expanded, and if you have any news, let me know."

"Yes."

After Nomura left, Nakaya's fingers intertwined with his smooth hair, and he frowned. The other hand holding the pen was stuck in the air, and he didn't write any more.

The orange hair was not restrained by the headband and was draped over the shoulders. The ends of the hair were slightly curled and gently swept across the cheeks. Zhongye's cobalt blue eyes were like the magnificent and deep sea. Half closed, it blends perfectly with orange.

How to deal with Ah Bin, Chuya still can't make a decision at this time.

But if Ah Bin did something to hinder the port mafia, he would definitely do it without hesitation.

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After a busy day, it was time for Zhongya to get off work, so he packed his things and drove home.

The subordinates who saw him going back in the corridor were all surprised—"I really didn't expect that Mr. Chuya, who thought he was the last to go home, is now the earliest. The temptation of the family has made Mr. Chuya bigger."

The other person elbowed the person who was talking, and retorted: "Master Chuya has relatives at home, of course it is like an arrow, people like us who have no family and no girlfriend should work overtime."

As soon as he finished speaking, the man was slapped on the back of the head, and the irritable voice recalled in his ear: "If you want to work overtime, I won't accompany you to work overtime!"

"Hey, I'm just making an analogy."

Their voices were heard by Nakaya, who hadn't gone far, and snorted disdainfully. Although he intends to dedicate his life to the port Mafia, it doesn't mean he likes to work overtime. He just wants to finish today's work Then I went to have a drink and sleep with peace of mind.

When I returned home, I saw Ah Bin rubbing his hair with a towel just after taking a shower, watching TV on the sofa with a towel around him.

The program that A Bin was fascinated by was still playing on the TV. At this time, A Bin was holding a cup, taking a sip from time to time, and staring at the TV.

Zhong Ye: "..."

"You want to turn on the air conditioner just after taking a shower?" Zhong Ye popped out the first sentence, and turned off the air conditioner.

A Bin said as if asking for credit: "I just finished exercising, and I definitely lost weight."

"It's not a day's work."

Nakaya went to the bathroom to take a bath, and the sound of splashing water sounded, and Ah Bin took another sip of the liquid in the glass, it was sweet, Tokyo's craftsmanship was still as good as ever.

He looked at the glutinous rice wine, then glanced at the direction of the bathroom, his small face wrinkled like a steamed bun, hesitating whether to give Zhong Ye a taste of the glutinous rice wine, but what if Zhong Ye was drunk?

Knocked out?

This can have.

A Bin made up his mind.

When Zhongye came out of the bathroom, Ah Bin glanced at it.

Because I just took a shower, the water vapor was dense, and the blue eyes softened a lot, and the facial features were blurred under the misty water vapor, and the bright orange hair was more conspicuous, unlike the decisive and heroic port in the daytime Mafia cadres, on the contrary, are a bit like girls.

It's not the same as soon as you open your mouth.

"I've been looking at me since the beginning, what's the matter, did you get into trouble again and let me take care of you?" Zhong also frowned and sat beside A Bin, saw the golden liquid in A Bin's cup, and asked: "What kind of drink is this?" He sniffed the smell in the air, it was very sweet.

When he got to the point, Ah Bin quickly stuffed a jar of glutinous rice wine on the table into Zhongye's arms, and said, "This is glutinous rice wine, newly brewed by my friend, with honey added, not high in strength, sweet. , do you try it?"

With Ah Bin's drinking capacity, he drank almost half a jar, and gave the remaining half jar to Zhongye, which was just right.

Zhong also weighed the wine, and looked suspiciously at A Bin: "You won't cause any trouble, will you?"

Ah Bin slapped the table and said angrily, "I look like that kind of person?"

Zhong Ye said lightly: "The first time you gave me wine was because you dropped my eight or nine year old Betus and drank some red wine, this time because?"

"Thank you, thank you, can I thank you for taking me in?" A Bin put his hands together and said very sincerely: "I am a person who will repay my kindness." What's more, you have dedicated so much divine power to me. Wine should be, although you don't know about it.

Zhongye was still dubious in his heart, but he couldn't wait to taste the glutinous rice wine brought by Abin, solemnly took a wine glass and began to pour the wine, asking, "Is this from your friend again?"

A Bin smiled and gave a thumbs up: "Smart!"

Chu also glanced at him speechlessly: "Are you stupid? You just said that."

A Bin: "..." I don't want to play with Zhong Ye anymore.

Zhong also prefers the kind of wine that is mellow and sweet with a hint of sweetness, and has an endless aftertaste. He is obviously not interested in the glutinous rice wine that is like a drink, and he can't move after drinking a glass of wine.

Although Zhong Ye is not a good drinker, he still likes strong and high-strength wine.

Among them, the most interesting wine is Qiulubai brought by A Bin.

He was now aroused to drink, but when he picked up Qiu Lubai, A Bin jumped and slapped the back of his hand. He only heard A Bin's words in a round accent, and said solemnly: "You can't drink."

"Why?" When did he have to get the kid's permission to drink?

A Bin said: "You can drink when I'm not around, but when you drink, you'll go crazy, I can't stand it."

Zhong Ye: "..." This reason cannot be more sufficient. Countless people have mentioned to him in a subtle way that you are not good at drinking, and if you mention it to him in a more subtle way, your drinking quality is even worse.

But that's not what's stopping him from drinking.

A Bin raised his head and stared at him, his azure blue eyes flashed with persistent light, his eyes did not give up, he still wanted to drink when he saw the middle, and he continued to stare at the wine jar with fierce eyes, which seemed to mean: as long as the middle Drink you too, and I'll break you to pieces.

Zhong Ye had no choice but to give up, but the wine worm in his stomach was hooked out, and he felt itchy if he didn't drink, so he had to do something to relieve it.

He looked outside, the moon was sparse, and the treetops were shaking. It looked like a cool and fresh night. He said to A Bin, "Will you go for a ride with me?"

The author has something to say:

Chiuya: Because that mackerel often loses my job, so I think someone bothering me is trying to lose my job. (make a fist)

Jiutan: At that time I was trembling.

A Bin: Who dares to make Jiu Ye drunk? !