Yokohama Cadre Nakahara March

When Nakahara Nakaya returned to her residence in Namori Town with Marge in her arms, she was embarrassed to find that she couldn't enter the door without a key.

Looking down at Chacha, who was squatting on the ground well-behaved, flicking her swarthy tail, she called out delicately, "Meow~"

Zhong Yuanzhong also looked disgusted, "Chacha, you are a tomcat, why do you always look like a girl."

She loves to be coquettish and clingy, and her voice is super sweet.

The Siamese cat with a dark face tilted its head, stood up and walked around to the kitchen window with a slit that was installed with a security net. Rubbing to the right, he finally squeezed his entire body into it.

Standing on the window sill, he looked innocently at Nakahara Chuya who was stunned outside.

"A creature like a cat can really slip through a gap?" Zhongyuan Zhong also murmured in disbelief.

Chacha went in, but he couldn't.

Looking at the little girlfriend sleeping soundly in my arms, I couldn't bear to wake her up and ask where the key was.

After hesitating for a while, Zhongya Nakahara squatted down, covering Maqi with one hand and sitting on his lap, and tentatively groping for Maqi's jacket pocket with the other hand.

Digging left, he took out a pair of gloves—the leather gloves he had given to Madge.

Zhong Yuanzhong coughed uncomfortably, it seems that he was not the only one who missed the other party during this time.

Flipping right, he took out a folded handkerchief with a black bowler hat stuck on it.

It is almost exactly the same as the most commonly worn hat in the Central Plains.

But there were no keys in these two pockets, and Zhong Yuanzhong looked hesitantly at the remaining three pockets.

One is on the chest of the jacket, and the other two are pockets on the left and right sides of the trousers.

To take or not to take, that is the question.

Just when Nakahara was hesitating, the girl who was sleeping soundly in her arms closed her eyes and said softly, "The key is in the right pocket."

Zhong Yuanzhong also froze instantly.

But the girl in his arms seemed to have not spoken just now, her face flushed with a deep sleep.

"Hey, I just got a key. If I don't have a key, I can't kick the door in, right?" Zhong Yuanzhong also coughed lightly, talking to himself to convince himself.

Hooking his fingers, he carefully reached into his pocket and hooked out the keys. Zhong Yuanzhong also held the key chain with several keys and a cute furry monster pendant on it.

The ochre-haired boy secretly breathed a sigh of relief, stood up holding Ma Qi, and found the corresponding key from the keyhole, just as he was about to open the door.

"Squeak—" The door in front of him was opened.

"Meow?" Chacha stretched out her cat's paws and pressed down on the doorknob. Her already healthy and slender body was stretched, and she tilted her head to look up at Zhongya Zhongyuan who was frozen.

Boss, what's the matter?

Didn't he just let the cat come in and open the door?

Why do you have such a strange expression now?

Men are really difficult to deal with, unlike girls who can make them happy by just rubbing around casually.

Chacha landed lightly on the ground, stood at the entrance and took a few steps in, looked back at Zhongya Zhongyuan, "Meow."

Come in, boss, what are you still looking at?

Zhongyuan Zhong also lowered his head and sighed deeply, feeling like a fool when he was struggling at the time.

"Ahem, I'm sorry, I'm coming in!" Zhongyuan Zhong also coughed twice in embarrassment, stepped on his heels to wipe off his shoes, and followed Chacha with Ma Qi in his arms.

The place where Chacha took Zhongya Zhongya was Ma Qi's room. When Zhong Yuan Zhongye was about to put her back on the soft bed, he found that Ma Qi's hand was still clutching the fabric on his chest.

He leaned down, gently brushed the fine purple hair on his forehead, and wiped the dust off her face with a handkerchief, "You can rely on me once in a while, I'm your boyfriend after all."

Zhongyuan Zhong also raised his hand to wrap Ma Qi's hand and pulled it down, bowed his head and kissed it lightly, "Take a good rest, I still have a few days off."

Chuya Nakahara, who hadn't felt embarrassed when he was holding Machi just now, felt a little uncomfortable holding the girl's slender calf in white stockings, and took off his little brown leather shoes.

Gently tucking Maggie into the bed, Zhongyuan Zhong also scooped up the tea that had already been lying on the pillow, lowered his eyes and said, "You come out with me!"

Chacha flinched weakly and helplessly, and looked at Zhongyuan Zhongya with innocent sapphire blue cat eyes, "Mi!"

Hey, forget it, the sweet and soft girl is the boss, he should wait for the boss to leave before going to bed.

"Click—" Nakahara Chuya left the room with the cat in his arms, and closed the door gently.

After a long time, a hand slowly stretched out from under the quilt, and pulled the quilt over his head.

It was already evening when Madge woke up and went downstairs.

Ma Qi touched it down silently, only to find that Zhong Yuan Zhong had already fallen asleep on the sofa, with a pillow in his arms.

Chachamao lying next to him shook his ears, raised his head and saw Ma Qi, and was about to call out.

But it was stopped by Madge's raised index finger against his lips.

The cat's tail slightly raised and patted the sofa, and Chacha obediently lay back, resting the cat's head on its front paws.

Ma Qi took the small blanket that was stacked aside and was about to put it in the cabinet after basking in the sun, and covered Zhong Yuan Zhongya. The boy frowned slightly, but his breathing was still smooth and orderly.

In fact, she didn't fall asleep just now, but the best way to face Pengo Li is to pretend to be asleep.

Who knew that Zhongyuan Zhongye really carried her back all the way, and Chacha also led him back home.

When she knew he didn't have the key, she was going to pretend to wake up and tell Nakahara that the key was actually in her skirt pocket.

I didn't expect Zhong Yuanzhong to be so self-conscious, and he found her pockets by himself. It seemed a little strange for her to wake up and tell him at this time.

She only wore a black zipper sweater and a knee-length pleated skirt today, so when Nakahara reached in to touch the keys, she directly felt the boy's slightly hot palm touching her through the fabric .

At a time like this, how could you open your eyes as if nothing had happened?

After touching the two pockets of her jacket in Zhongyuan Zhongye, she already felt that she was sweating on her back, so she pursed her lips and tried to tell him.

"The key is in the right pocket."

So, stop touching it.

Itchy...and weird too.

Hibiscus purple eyes stared blankly at Nakahara Chuya's sleeping face, and suddenly something flickered out of the corner of his eyes.

Madge turned his head to look, and saw Miura Haru jumping up outside the courtyard wall.

After seeing Ma Qi looking over, she started waving frantically, a wine-red haired girl with a lively smile.

Ma Qi glanced at Nakahara Nakaya who was sleeping on the sofa, as if he hadn't been woken up at all.

He simply walked out the door to see what was going on with Haru Miura.

"March sauce, are you alright?" Miura Haru rushed over nervously, looking at Ma Qi carefully.

Ma Qi was stunned, "Aren't you going to ask me about the morning?"

Knowing that she is unknown and has a mafia boyfriend, shouldn't she be alienated?

Just like Haru Miura distanced himself from Tsunayoshi Sawada.

She thought that even if Nakahara Chuya was used as an excuse to get around Sawada Tsunayoshi and the others, Miura Haru would still alienate her.

But it didn't.

March looked at Miura Haru suspiciously, and asked softly, "Don't you hate the Mafia?"

"Hay?" Miura Haru didn't understand why he stopped, and tilted his head.

"I mean, don't you hate the Mafia? You also alienated Tsunayoshi Sawada and the others." March repeated what he had just said.

The big light brown eyes blinked lightly, Miura Haru seemed to have reacted suddenly, and waved his hand, "But Marchie sauce is Xiaochun's good friend, and Marchie sauce's boyfriend is a mafia. Is it okay?"

Miura Haru put his hands behind his back, turned around, tilted his head and smiled sweetly, "Xiaochun likes Macchi sauce! I like it so much!"

I like that Madge who suddenly transferred to Lugao and became friends with her.

I like Madge who studies hard and takes rhythmic gymnastics seriously.

I like the Madge who loves to study weird dishes, but tastes surprisingly good.

Love that Madge who will accommodate her strange little hobbies and accompany her every week.

Miura Haru likes Ma Qi, so she doesn't want to investigate Ma Qi's real identity and whether her boyfriend is the real mafia.

Ma Qi was silent for a while, eye feathers drooping, "Then what if I lied to you?"

"As long as Madge-chan apologizes to Xiaochun, Xiaochun will forgive you!" Harun Miura put on a straight face, tried hard to hold his delicate face, and then collapsed in less than three seconds.

"Let's not talk about this, is Madge-chan injured?" Miura Haru threw himself into Madge's arms, trying to do something to her.

Madge shook her head and said softly, "I'm not hurt."

"Xiaochun has to check it himself, or I won't believe it!" Ma Qi was about to refuse again, when Miura Haru burst into tears as soon as she said it, and looked at Ma Qi tearfully.

Like a puppy begging someone to take care of it.

March sighed deeply, "Let's go into the room and have a look."

Miura Haru followed Ma Qi into the door, and called out cautiously, "Excuse me."

Passing the living room when going up the stairs, I saw Chuya Nakahara sleeping on the sofa, and walked cautiously on tiptoe like a thief.

"What are you doing?" Maggie asked strangely when she turned her head and saw Miura Haru's sneaky look.

Miura Haru looked left and right, carefully raised his index finger, "Shh!"

Ma Qijiang's fierce boyfriend is sleeping, so Xiaochun doesn't want to wake him up and be scolded.

Chacha who didn't know when came over tilted her head to look at Miura Haru.

The fluffy touch rubbed against her legs, making her almost jump up in fright, and she quickly covered her mouth when she cried out.

March reluctantly led people into the room, and only after closing the door did Miura Haru let go, panting heavily, "Hay! I was almost suffocated!"

"Sasa~March sauce is about to come off! Xiaochun needs to check it carefully!" Miura Haru said, putting the small medicine box in his hand on his lap, with a serious expression on his face.

At this moment, Zhong Yuanzhong downstairs was also yawning, rubbed his red hair, and stared in a daze, "What happened just now?"

Nakahara Chuya, who was already used to Ma Qi's breath, was naturally not woken up by her.

After Chacha left, Zhong Yuanzhong also felt that the heat source around him disappeared, so he woke up naturally.

The boy stretched his waist, revealing his thin and strong waistline, "Go up and see Maggie first." The blanket covering his body slipped aside.