I died after raising them

Mori Taro, who was brought back to the port mafia, was a little flustered and at a loss.

The officer Asakura who was the driver disappeared after putting them down in front of the □□ building, leaving him trotting all the way to follow behind the blond girl with difficulty.

The eyes projected from all directions made him lower his head uncomfortably, no longer staring at the back in front of him.

And that figure didn't care about his discomfort, or even whether he followed.

Until he stumbled to the ground in embarrassment from distraction.

The tingling sensation came from the palms and knees, and the redness in the palms of the hands could be faintly glimpsed.But the child didn't pay attention to the pain that was not worth mentioning to him, but raised his head immediately.

——The leader with blond hair and blue eyes stared down at him.

There was no resentment for seeing a child fall to the ground in those eyes. The leader of the port mafia said flatly, "Stand up yourself."

Morintaro gritted his teeth, and stood up while propping himself up on the ground.

Spots of blood were left on the slippery ground.

After confirming that the child was able to walk steadily, Yayoi turned around and continued to move forward, but Morintaro keenly noticed that the pace of the girl in front slowed down significantly.

But what the child didn't know was that the indifferent blond girl in his eyes kept saying [personal design, human design...] to suppress the idea of ​​leading him away.

The two walked into the elevator that went straight to the top floor.

Seeing Yayoi's figure disappear in the elevator, the originally silent hall suddenly became noisy, everyone was curious about the identity of the child brought back by their leader.

They thought that a child who could be brought back by the leader himself must be special to the leader.

But seeing the leader's indifferent attitude, it doesn't feel very important.

A bold probe asked Asakura Qinghe who had just come up from the underground parking lot: "Officer Asakura! Boss just brought a child back!"

Kiyohe Asakura stopped, nodded and said, "I know."

After all, he and Yayoi brought it back together, but they stayed in the hall and didn't see it.

Most of the □□ members rarely saw the cadres next to the head of the entourage. At this time, seeing Asakura Kiyokazu's unassuming appearance, they all came forward and asked, "Mr. Asakura, who is that child?"

They saw Asakura Kiyohe blinked, with a look of hesitation in his eyes.

"That child was bought by the leader, um...the leader likes him very much."

Without saying the reason, Asakura Kiyokazu only vaguely stated the result, and then left the hall, leaving a room full of noise.

"what……?"

These majestic mafia outside looked at each other dumbfounded at this moment.

"The leader likes beautiful children?"

In the end, one person concluded hesitantly: "So, the leader loves t..."

The next moment, this person was stuck in the crook of his arm with his friend covering his mouth, his mouth and nose were tightly covered, for fear that he would say something shocking to the world again.

Everyone scattered like birds, and returned to their posts as quietly as chickens.

But after today, the unspoken secrets of the port mafia chief began to spread internally.

As for true or false?

Well, no one cares.

At this time, Yayoi brought the child into the chief's office.

The child who didn't know what to do next stood awkwardly by the door, and when he saw the blonde girl open the secret door and walk in, his spine straightened.

And Yayoi was looking for extra bath towels.

Behind the boss's office is a bedroom. Sometimes there are too many documents or things can't be dealt with, so Yayoi will choose to make do with this bedroom.

So the most basic bath towels and bathrobes are still available.

After she found everything and filled the bathtub with water, she turned around to find that the child hadn't followed.

Yayoi sighed.

Not long after, the child was thrown into the bathroom by Yayoi.

Morin Taro stared at the things in his hands stiffly, then used his clever head to think for a while, and finally seemed to confirm something, took off his clothes and stepped into the bathtub.

The bathroom was not soundproof, and Yayoi could clearly hear the child turn on the shower again.

After hearing the sound of water, Yayoi poured a glass of red wine and sat on the armchair by the floor-to-ceiling window, and called someone to send some sets of children's clothes.

Not long after, someone came in quietly, put the clothes Qinghe Asakura had prepared in advance and even washed once on the table, and slowly left the office.

Yayoi sipped the dark red wine in the glass, and when the sound of water in the bathroom stopped, the glass of red wine just bottomed out.

The bathroom door behind him opened, and warm steam escaped.

Yayoi turned her head and saw a child with dripping hair coming out wearing a bathrobe that was too big for him.

With one hand he struggled to pull the rotator cuff that kept slipping off, and with the other hand he pulled the hem of the clothes that would be stepped on if he didn't pull it, and walked in front of Yayoi.

The child's hair was actually a bit long, and scattered hairs stuck to his cheeks, Yayoi raised his hand, trying to get those hairs off.

When her cool fingers touched the child's cheek, she saw the child's pupils the same color as the wine in the glass suddenly shrink, and his body tensed up.

Could it be that you are not used to touching?

Yayoi thought.

But when she brushed the child's hair away, she found that the child suddenly put down the hem of his clothes.

The black-haired, red-eyed child smiled.

This child has a delicate and lovely appearance, with long and narrow eyes, which are slightly raised when he smiles, making those eyes more and more beautiful.

The appearance of a child of this age has not yet opened, and his face is not as big as a palm. When he smiles stretchedly, he is different from the beauty of adults.

Yayoi was shaken, and her eyes fell on the boy's face unconsciously.

Then out of the corner of her eye, she saw the child's hand raised and dropped to his waist.

——Picked off the belt of the bathrobe neatly.

Yayoi's pupils trembled, and she almost lost control of her expression from being frightened.

She grabbed the waist of the bathrobe in an instant, but the loose bathrobe had already slipped off the child's shoulders, revealing a fair chest with some old scars underneath.

Without hesitation, Yayoi pulled the bathrobe and wrapped the child tightly, not even letting go of his hands.

"Child."

The girl with blond hair and blue eyes turned cold, and a dangerous gleam flashed in her eyes: "What do you want to do?"

Wrapping himself tightly in his bathrobe almost made Mori Taro breathless, but he didn't care about this, but looked at the girl with some doubts.

What are you wondering about?Why am I wondering?

Yayoi thought blankly.

The child stumbled and explained: "I thought you bought me back...to..."

He didn't need to say Yayoi to understand the rest.

Yayoi took a deep breath, let go of the child, her eyes seemed to flick across the child's waist inadvertently.

"The clothes are on the table, come out when you're done."

In the end, Yayoi just left such a sentence and walked out of the bedroom.

The moment the bedroom door was closed, the Lord God suddenly said: [That child wants to kill you. ]

[Ok, I know. ] Yayoi sat behind the desk, and replied casually: [He put something on his waist, as long as I didn't resist the temptation to tear his clothes off, he would stab the thing into my heart. ]

[let me guess. ]

Yayoi's slender knuckles tapped on the table, making a dull sound: [He didn't wipe his hair with a bath towel when he came out, which means that the bath towel must have been used by him for something. ]

[He was searched when he entered the bathroom, so it is impossible for him to carry a sharp weapon on his body. The thing that he could use to hurt me must have been in the bathroom. ]

[Water in tub and shower on, debris on cuff...]

Yayoi said to the main god clearly: [He wrapped the cup in the bathroom with a bath towel, then smashed it under the cover of the sound of water, and finally picked a large piece and put it on his body? ]

The Lord God was silent for a while before replying: [All hits. ]

Well, this thing is not difficult to guess.

But the child probably will have one or two more wounds on his body.

After all, the fragments must be sharp, and they were placed at the waist and tied with a belt.

... Tsk, trouble.

Sure enough, she still didn't like raising children.

In the end, Yayoi dug out the medicine box, stood up and knocked on the bedroom door, and said flatly, "Don't wear your shirt, come out and take the medicine."

The rustling sound in the bedroom suddenly disappeared, and not long after, the bedroom door was opened.