On How To Teach Gravity To Diss A Blackhearted Boss

Zhong Yuanzhong has never imagined what his future wife will look like.

It's not like I didn't think about it.

Knowing lust is Mu Shaoai.

But every time he thinks of his identity as Huang Ba Tu, Zhong Yuan Zhong stops thinking and doesn't bother to delve into it.

If he had sketched out the appearance of his future wife in his heart early, then he seemed to have a hidden scoring table from the beginning.If one day you fall in love with a girl you meet, she is obviously very good, but you find that she doesn't meet one of your standards...it seems unfair to both yourself and the other party.

That's uncertain.

Zhong Yuanzhong also thought indifferently.

Maybe one day I will meet someone who makes my heart beat.And what the other party looks like, your own standard will become what it looks like.

……

He also doesn't bother to experience the boring, trembling troubles of "what if the other party doesn't like me".

— After all, he is Chuya Nakahara, a mafia cadre.

Like the clear golden liquid in the wine glass in his hand, it has the most gentle and deceptive color to release tenderness to the outside world, but the pungent taste of spirits in the mouth can sweep away all the fearlessness of those ignorant guys.

If you think this is the end—after all, the scent of lemon and orange has overwhelmed the scorching heat, then the consequences of being lured by this repeated tenderness without knowing how to escape must be to let the dormant stamina be completely overwhelmed.

What do you want to wake up.

Intoxication is the fate of the mafia.

**

The woman who popped up on the sofa was strange and rather irrational.

He swore there was no one on the sofa when he walked in, and he had never seen him before.

And the way she looked at him... No matter what the occasion, it was not the first time he had seen her.

……

She stretched out her arms to herself asking for a hug.The relaxed body is defenseless and frank.

He chose to use his reason to drive back the steps of himself and the other party.

……

He watched the other party's arm froze in the air, shrunk back in embarrassment, she seemed dazed and aggrieved, her expression shocked to the point of panic.

It seemed that he had done something terrible.

Not so good.

Zhong Yuanzhong also felt that the city defense in his heart might not be solid.

If these are all acting, then he can guarantee that he has never seen a better actor than him in his life.

……

When he touched the eyes of the other party carefully approaching each other and the tears welling up, he felt that he needed the cold Siberian wind to clear his mind.

Thanks to this woman for throwing a pillow so stupidly that my defense and the determination belonging to the Mafia had no chance to encroach on my reason and push her to the ground first.

His hands seemed to have an excuse to convince himself because of the cat's scratch-like behavior of the other party throwing the pillow.

"Stop crying."

Zhong Yuanzhong also thought so.

"Tell me why."

"I'll listen to your explanation."

……

He questioned the other party.

It's a pity that this woman fell into her own world as if she had fallen into some great panic and stress reaction.

He can't see that world, and he can't touch it.

……

She said... "divorce"?

Zhong Yuanzhong also felt that one of him and this woman must be crazy.

……

He took advantage of the woman's coma to check everything on her body.

Finally came to the conclusion:

——This is a woman who doesn't look aggressive.

A pampered, frail woman with a strangely strong love for herself.

……

He had a hunch that he was on the verge of a big|trouble.

……

Zhong Yuan was also sitting by the living room window, blowing the cold wind.

He kind of misses the feeling of being on a locomotive with the wind blowing against his face.

Or the lingering comfort of cigarette nicotine.

But he has to stay here.

……

The woman woke up, but the light in her eyes dimmed.

Still can't communicate.

As a practical man who can do it without talking nonsense, Nakahara Chuya felt difficult and quite uncomfortable for the first time that his opponent was difficult to communicate with.

Turning other people's moods upside down, I started to keep silent again.

This is definitely a skilled habitual criminal, a bad woman who cheats on feelings.

……

Zhongyuanzhong is also a loyal mafia.

He can distinguish between priorities.

The observation in the torture room was still flawless in his eyes.Whether it's her pretending to be calm, or her pretending to be meaningless when looking at herself.

But he still chose to cover up his depression and helplessness after seeing the photo, and dealt with this matter with the most "correct" attitude on his face as usual.

Sure enough, because of her expressionless silence, this woman can be defeated and defeated.

——She has a hole card, right?

Zhong Yuan's heart sank for this answer, and he felt secretly anxious.

Will Miss Hongye scold me?She was a strict upbringer who taught herself not to take advantage of her male advantage to bully girls in her most flamboyant adolescence.

—Probably not.

After all, she is also a mafia.

Her tenderness and emotion are still bounded by the boundaries of the mafia, and she will not take a step outside.

The identity of the mafia guide is far more important than another role.

……

When Chief Mori intercepted the person, Nakahara Chuya's unresolute retreat took over the high ground in an instant, as if he was relieved - he let go of his high-minded heart in order to get rid of a certain burden.

But this heart seems to have been falling, and it has fallen a little deeper.It seems that there is a secret piece that has fallen somewhere, and when I look back, I am at a loss and have nowhere to go.

……

An emergency business trip was arranged that night.He knew this was the most reasonable arrangement, so he accepted it calmly.

Although there is a lot of curiosity about this woman, even though there are some vague guesses about the possible methods of the leader.

But he was a cadre of the port mafia.

This is the most daunting mountain he has built up from the journey he has traveled, allowing him to overlook all living beings proudly; it is also the collar around his neck, and the shackles guided by the "road".

……

A week is the most normal time for a business trip in Central Plains, but this time it made him feel extraordinarily long and difficult.

He hadn't received any news about it, either from Ozaki Koyo or Mori Ogai.

Zhong Yuanzhong also chose silence tacitly.

He had no way of judging whether the lack of news was good news or not.

He didn't even know what kind of news was "good news" for him.

……

Travel normally and return normally as planned.

When staying near the airport in Tokyo, Nakahara also chose to give himself an indulgence before facing the problem - with the strongest and most mellow wine, the most surging urban evening breeze.

Suppressing his heavy thoughts and many guesses, he pushed open the door of the bar restlessly.

Then he was caught off guard and unexpectedly in a trance, and was bumped into his arms by Big|Trouble.

There was a distressing overlap between the figure in front of him and the person being looked at in his mind.

Nakahara Chuya's first reaction was to wonder if Mori Ogai didn't get what he wanted.

He wasn't sorry, but he didn't seem to be happy about it either.

——Of course, the position imposed by this villain's mouth doesn't count.

***

I woke up groggy, only to feel that my brain was so tired that I wanted to take it off and drink it.

However, the wine used in this bar is as usual high quality.Although I was drunk yesterday, I didn't have a splitting headache.

I turned over and stretched my arms out of bed to touch my new phone, but I just rubbed it around on the silky sheets and found nothing.

The comfortable cool touch made me rub against it again, and then I poked my head out to find my phone.

…………

?

This is where?

Me: Picasso.jpg

I arrived in Tokyo yesterday afternoon and had two glasses of wine.

……

and then……?

I seem to be pulling my suitcase and going out...

Like hitting someone?

Did I see Zhongye?

No... it's just a dream...

I've been dreaming about him a lot lately, which is normal.I don't know if he is now...

No no no, that's not the point.

I broke back my divergent thinking.

The point is, how could I be in this hotel-like place...?

Broken?I'm a little unsure.

But it's not like that when I'm drunk...

I don't have the habit of being able to recognize relatives when some people get drunk and refuse to recognize anyone.

Dazai Osamu said that I can recognize people very clearly when I am drunk, but if I talk about bad habits, I am a bit stupid, and I do whatever my acquaintances ask me to do.When strangers say a word to me, I am so wary that I call the police directly. When the police come, they will keep pointing at them and weeping.Then the police handcuffed the man with a sense of justice_(:з」∠)_

Otherwise, he was so sleepy that no one could speak, and he directly activated his supernatural ability to transfer back to his own bed and fell asleep, even omitting the process of climbing into bed.

According to my past memories... that is indeed the case.

So I'm not afraid to drink outside, after all, it won't be me who gets drunk and unlucky.I can definitely do the operation of directly deducting the space from the stranger who came to harass me...

……

So what the hell is going on now? ?

Why am I not in the dormitory of the detective agency?

Is it possible that I can come out and find a hotel when I am drunk?

There is no precedent for this...

Forget it, I struggled to get up from the bed, planning to observe this room.If it doesn't work, go to the front desk and ask.Mainly, under normal circumstances, I don't hang photo stones. It's quite awkward to hang a camera with me to record and record.

I lifted the quilt and found that I was wearing a clean off-white nightgown.

……

……

This……

This is not my nightdress.

I fell silent.

The beginnings of various ancient and early novels I read in my previous life went through my mind.I feel like my fist is hard.

I took off my nightdress and looked at...

ok ok _(:з」∠)_

But at this moment, the incomprehension in my heart was even greater.

Why! ! !

I don't believe that after drinking a few glasses of wine, I will pass out like a ghost and be picked up on the road.While it's true that being alone and drunk is dangerous for the average woman; what a life I've lived for the past 20 years!This kind of thing is not a "crisis" at all to me, okay? !

I found my neat clothes from the small sofa next to the bed, and after putting them on, I tried to mobilize my stiff brain to start working.

…………

This room looks...expensive.

Well, at first glance, it is not a room that a simple person like me would book.

My clothes are neatly folded on the small sofa.There was a used cup on the table, and I sniffed it, leaving a sweet scent of honey.

The curtains were drawn tightly.My small suitcase was safely placed under the desk next to it, and there was no trace of trying to open it.

The bathroom looks clean and there is no trace of use, and the disposable toothbrush cups are completely placed on the shelf.

As for my little satchel, it is now lying securely on the bedside table.All the documents and cash provided by the detective agency are well placed inside, and even the location has not changed at all.The phone was placed next to the satchel.

So the situation now is——

There was supposed to be one last night...

"what--"

A horrific scream in the hallway made my heart skip a beat.I was dragged back from my contemplation by this force, covered my heart with some discomfort, and decided to scold this woman who was yelling early in the morning with extreme annoyance.

……

Unexpectedly, as soon as the door of my room was opened, this woman rushed towards me excitedly with a panicked expression and blood on her hands.

My fragile heart was hit again, and it suffered pain that it shouldn't have to bear at this age.

I was almost frightened by this zombie-like image, will you buckle this woman into space? !

My rationality tightened the last string, and I tried my best to brainwash myself—"This is Tokyo! Tokyo! Tokyo!!!" Shengsheng suppressed his instinctive reaction, and did not release my space to separate her.

But this also led to weak chickens such as me being thrown down by her directly.

……

This terrified woman smeared a few irregular bloodstains on my light blue dress, and then pressed on me and trembled.

I was so overwhelmed by her that I had to push her hard, unhappy.

Before I could yell at her in an unfriendly way, "Can you get up?!"

Someone was the first to lift her off.

I selectively ignored the idlers around me who ran out to watch the excitement, and stared at Chuya Nakahara standing in front of me dumbfounded.

I was stunned and stopped moving.

He walked up to me calmly and helped me up.

"Are you OK?"

"..."

"……fine."

Weird.

I understand.

I got it.

What happened last night... I seem to have a little impression...

A hundred thousand mud horses are roaring inside of me.

I feel... some people are alive, she is dead.Osamu Dazai, why don't we die for love.