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Under the background music of the black hat king's rage, Zhizhi finally managed to send her clothes to be washed.

Because Zhong Yuanzhong was also hugged by a group of young men in black suits who were in a hurry to persuade her with their lives, and let the innocent her go with a big gasp.

Nakahara Chuya: Let’s say the word innocent again, I’m desperate with you (oxygen inhalation)

Xuejian Weizhi handed the clothes in his arms to the respectful and sweaty clerk, counted out a few banknotes from the little devil's wallet, and handed them over, saying: "Please save me! Seeing that clothes are like people, clothes are in people's hands." !"

Save her, Wutiaowu's windbreaker is really expensive, and Zhizhi's pocket money for the second half of the year has to be folded on him.

"We provide door-to-door laundry service." The clerk said hurriedly, "After the laundry is done, it will be sent to the downstairs of the detective agency for you. You don't need to come and pick it up yourself."

Don't come here!The clerk shouted in his heart: I really let you two ancestors fight in the store, can we still do business!

Yukimi Mie subtly felt that she was rejected.

This is wrong, who would dislike the lovely Zhizhi?It must be that Zhongyuan Zhong also implicated her!

It's sad and deplorable. As a cadre, but because of the hardware conditions, he was secretly poked and disgusted by his subordinates. Mr. Zhongye must have had a hard time at the port of Mafia, right?

I also want to know, if it weren’t for the poor welfare of Mafia employees at the port and too much overtime, how could Osamu Dazai switch to an armed detective agency that doesn’t even buy medical insurance for employees?

Yukimi Mie glanced at Chuya Nakahara, who was supported by the height of his hat and insoles, and when he thought of himself, a feeling of compassion suddenly rose in his heart.

She also often felt pain when taking photos with Teacher Wujo.

Zhizhi is 1.6 meters, and Gojo Wu is 1.9 meters. When taking a group photo, it was useless for Zhizhi to tiptoe desperately. He could only hop around and try to show his head, like a chick who can't fly high with flapping wings.

"Yeah, I can't hold it anymore, take a quick shot!" With a click, Gojo Wu lightly pressed the camera button, and Zhizhi standing beside him was so tired that he bent over and panted.

"Did you take it? Let me see." Xuejian Weizhi stood on tiptoe to grab Gojo Wu's hand.The white-haired man clutched his phone and burst out laughing. With the intensity of his laughter, Zhi Zhi had reason to suspect that this man would choke to death on his saliva.

The little girl snatched the mobile phone from the unscrupulous adults, and she opened the photo album to see:

Standing on the left is Gojo Wujo, who is handsome and unrestrained and handsome. He is the handsome guy who will be chased and stopped by hundreds of scouts on the street, begging him to make his debut.

The branch on the right... What is that phantom that looks like a curse spirit?Distorted, disordered, and full of Cthulhu's mysterious call, it's a screaming emoticon pack.

Zhi Zhi stepped on Wu Tiao Wu angrily: take a photo with Wu Tiao Wu again, she is a pig!Unless she cuts off half of his leg!

Thinking of this, Xuejian Weizhi's revolutionary friendship with Zhongye Chuya has become more and more profound, and she doesn't care about the vigilant, suspicious and resisting eyes of the orange-haired young man, and rushes to hold Zhongyuan Chuya's hand.

"Mr. Zhongye! Don't be inferior!" Xuejian Weizhi said seriously, "What's wrong with being short? Did you drink his milk for being short? Our center of gravity is much more stable than those tall ones! The sky fell and we survived The odds are more than ten times theirs!"

"Are you usually drinking milk?" Zhizhi kindly reminded, "Although saying this may break your last hope, but Mr. Zhongya, your problem cannot be solved by milk."

"Because Zhongye-kun's ability is to control gravity! Your density is higher than others, how can you grow taller with gravity pressing you every day--we are destined to be a pair of good sisters at 1.6 meters!"

Central Plains Chuya:!Speak as you speak!What are you doing so close!

The short young man jumped up in anxiety, his cheeks flushed, he pulled out his hand, and retreated cautiously like a girl holding a syrup to avoid a beast.

One step, two steps, three steps, ah oh, he exited the door.

Xuejian Weizhi, who stayed where he was, said to himself: "It's the same as what Zhijun said, so funny."

Honest people, fun.

Nakahara Chuya was restless for a few days, Mori Ogai did not let his loyal subordinates leave after listening to his report, but instead asked: "Chuya-kun, in your opinion, what kind of person is Yukimi Mie?"

Gossip is a common hobby of human beings. Mori Ogai is also a big diver in the internal forum of Mafia at the port. After chasing that famous boutique post: 【Appeared!A woman who jumped off a building with Mr. Dazai and jumped into the sea with Mr. Nakaya appears! 】

Of course, as a BOSS, he will not blatantly gossip, but will only use power for personal gain to explore the inner world of his subordinates.

Old fox, so bad.

"What?" Nakahara Chuya's mouth seemed to be scalded, and he hurriedly covered it up, "She is very powerful, she is crazy and has no worries when fighting, she is a rare talent in the combat department."

"Besides," Nakahara said unhappily, "she was obviously brought out by Osamu Dazai, and she is just as annoying as that bastard."

Although occasionally—just occasionally, it looks cute, but the gas is the main theme.

On that crazy and chaotic moonlit night at sea, the intense emotions mixed with fighting intent and killing intent broke through his mind. He strangely remembered every expression and every word of Xuejian Weizhi, and the wanton beauty was burned all over the sky with the flames.

"Anyway, that's it, anyway, it's the enemy." Nakahara said vaguely, lowering the brim of his hat to cover his face.

Mori Ogai secretly glanced at the orange-haired youth's earlobe with the same hair color, and said with a smile: "Although Fukuzawa-dono and I often have differences in the goal of safeguarding order in Yokohama, our goal has always been the same. It's all for the city we love. There are still plenty of opportunities to cooperate with the detective agency, and Chuya-kun can seize the opportunity."

If nothing else, if Mafia, their port, can poach the cabbage that Fukuzawa Yukichi has raised for so many years, Mori Ogai will wake up laughing when he falls asleep.

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

The chief has a conspiracy, absolutely.

Mori Ogai: It’s really fun to poach the juicy cabbages raised in other people’s fields.

Fukuzawa Yukichi: Draw your sword.

As Zhizhi's guardian, today he will copy the "Law on the Protection of Minors" at his own expense and paste it all over the streets and alleys of Yokohama.

In Tokyo, a blues bar located on the edge of the city, soft music echoed in the clear wine glasses, and the waiter in black and white vest quietly wiped the wine glasses.

Jianren Qihai pushed open the wooden door, and walked towards the booth of the bar amidst the sound of wind chimes.

He rolled up his sleeves, loosened his tie, and when he sat down on his seat, he had changed from a strict office worker to an off-duty state, and his body language reflected a kind of relaxation.

But not completely relaxed.

Because troubles bigger than going to work are waiting for him on the other side of the booth.

"Nana Ming." Gojo Satoru raised his glass.The tall white-haired man was stuffed into the booth, his long legs were folded casually, and his elbows were propped on the table.

Gojo Satoru doesn't like alcohol. The clear liquid in the wine glass is not so much wine as alcoholic beverages, sweet water with dozens of times more sugar than alcohol.

Jianren Qihai ordered a glass of cherry brandy, and the warm light shone on the table. He said in a steady voice, "Mr. Wujo, I hope you will disturb my rare off-duty time because I have business to discuss."

Having said that, Jianren Qihai, who is well aware of Wujo Satoru's unreliable nature, thinks that the other party has seen a ghost if he has a serious business, and it is most likely that he is trying to toss the talent and choose him who is unlucky.

But Qihai Jianren still came.No way, even if Gojo Satoru tricks people a hundred times, he can still make people willing to go to the appointment for the one hundred and first time.

It doesn't make any sense, what I have to say: because he is Wujo Satoru.

This name is a certificate of trust and trust.

Qihai Jianren trusted Gojo Satoru, but!No respect for him!

A teacher who thinks all about playing Daxili in class is not worthy of respect!

He actually intends to deprive the workers of their off-duty time to have a romantic date for him!It's unbearable!

Yes, that's right, after Jianren Qihai listened to Wujo Wujo say a few vague words while drinking, he was very sure that he was here for a love talk.

Does he look like he's experienced in love?Jianren Qihai had a puzzled face.

Gojo Satoru, a man with amazing beauty and luxurious assets enough to be accepted by any parents-in-law, wants a man who only works in his life to have a romantic relationship with him, isn't it a bit insulting?

Jianren Qihai took a sip of wine in silence, and listened to Wutiaowu talk about the daily life of him and Xuejian Weizhi living together.

"That child is very diligent, not only cleaning very diligently every day, but also eating the snacks I bought. It is as clean and new as the floor, and there is also a taro box that I specially lined up to buy. She really didn't keep a single bite Give it to me." Gojo Satoru gestured with his hand in disbelief, "I put such a big snack in the refrigerator, it will be gone overnight."

Didn't you just buy it for her to eat?If it were someone else, don’t say that you won’t leave a single bite to you, even if you only took one bite, you would torture them to death.

"She is still very picky eater. She obviously likes carrots but doesn't like green peppers - of course I don't like both. But children must eat vegetables with rich vitamins, right? I reluctantly ate with her. The result is Zhizhi She is so picky about takeout, she only likes to eat what I cook." Gojo Satoru complained, "I'm really convinced, is Teacher Wutiao her exclusive little cook?"

Oh, it turns out that you live together, and you are the one who cooks.

"Because Zhizhi's cooking is a devil. The sweet chestnut balls she sent last time made my teeth hurt. I have evidence to suspect that she is murdering... You ask about the remaining sweet chestnut balls? How can there be any leftovers? Didn't I say I've finished eating?" Wujo Wu raised his eyebrows, "Nanaming didn't even want to eat."

"No thanks, I'm not interested in sweets." Qihai Jianren thanked Bumin.

"How can anyone not like sweets? You're weird." Gojo Satoru attacked personally, and he continued, "Have you heard about what happened a while ago, Nana Ming? You didn't know the scene, but the child's strength is very, very strong." Astonishing……"

Jianren Qihai took another sip of wine indifferently.

He doesn't want to hear you brag about how good and cute your child is, how annoying and reluctance to beat him, please, let's get to the point quickly, he wants to go home and sleep.

"The topic?" Wujo Satoru said strangely, "This is the topic. I called you here to show off the successful teaching of the number one outstanding teacher in the High School of Conjuration. You must vote for me in the selection of outstanding teachers this year."

As expected of him, the king of canvassing.

"Don't use nonsense to cover up your real purpose. Mr. Wujo, I have seen it through." Jianren Qihai pushed his glasses, "If you don't say anything, I will leave."

Gojo Satoru was silent for a moment, his fingers gently rubbing the cup wall.

"I'm not sure." After a long time, he said with rare hesitation, "I've never cared so much about a person."