The foodie aunt that the boss is afraid of

Ichimaru Gin suddenly came up behind the little girl, and breathed lightly on the back of her neck.

Priest Mi Yi only felt a cold wind on the back of her neck, coupled with the slightly familiar voice that only she seemed to be able to hear, she swallowed a mouthful of saliva, only to feel the hairs all over her body stand on end, and goose bumps popped out.

Without thinking about it, she threw herself into Nakahara Chuya's arms, tightly grasping his clothes with her small hands, and buried her face in his arms.

Zhongyuan Zhong was also stunned, he froze on the spot and let the little princess hug him.

Feeling the trembling little body in his arms, he hugged her stiffly and patted her on the back gently.

The little girl was soft and fragrant, and Nakahara Nakaya seemed to understand why Mori Ogai became a daughter-in-law after hugging her.

If this was his daughter—he would probably be a qualified daughter-in-law too.

Ichimaru Gin blinked his eyes, then burst out laughing loudly, "Hahahahahahahahahahahaha

After laughing enough, Ichimaru Gin wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, stretched out his hand and patted the little girl's shoulder.

"Ah, don't cutie remember me?"

Priest Miji: ………

She turned her head and buried herself in Nakahara Chuya's arms angrily, not wanting to pay attention to Ichimaru Gin who claimed to be the god of death behind her.

Good gas good gas good gas!

This is the second time I was scared by him!

After thinking about the purpose of coming today, Ichimaru Gin held back his smile and became a little more serious.

His purpose this time is still to find Bengyu.

I don't know how many times I have traveled to and from Yokohama from the world of souls. The Bengyu power analysis instrument he brought has sounded many times in this building, but he still can't find the location of Bengyu.

This made Ichimaru Gin feel strange.

Could it be that someone hid Bengyu?

As far as he knows, there is a group of people with supernatural powers in Yokohama. Although they can't see his existence, their power is almost the same as that of the god of death.

It's just that Bengyu is not so easy to control, otherwise he wouldn't have escaped from Lord Aizen's hands.

Ichimaru Gin is having a terrible headache now, and if he doesn't take Bengyu back, he won't be able to explain to Aizen.

Apart from looking for Bengyu these days, he has been lurking in this building, and even found out the identity of the little girl.

Daughter of a mafia boss - no one knows better than she some of the building's hidden secrets.

Ichimaru silver is going to get the information he wants from her.

"I can tell you a story." Ichimaru Gin said with a smile.

The little girl groaned, buried in Zhongyuan Zhongye's arms and said vaguely, "I won't listen, I won't listen!"

Central Plains Chuya:? ? ?

What's going on here?

The little princess just said that she wanted to listen to the story, but now she lost her temper and refused to listen?

Well, he will never understand the girl's world.

"I just want Brother Chuya to tell me!" The priest Yaki didn't even want to look at Ichimaru Gin, always thinking that the appearance of this god of death must be due to the bad intentions.

It's just... Her father is here too!

Reaper doesn't mean anything good.

Thinking of this, she suddenly turned her head to look at Gin Ichimaru in front of her, her brows were tightly frowned, and her wide-open black pupils were full of warning, "You are not allowed to approach my father!"

Ichimaru Gin raised his eyebrows, and suddenly leaned closer to her nose to nose, seeing his figure reflected in those eyes, Ichimaru Gin smiled in a good mood: "Okay, I'll tell you a story tonight. "

"——Don't!!" The little girl was so angry that she wanted to punch him in the face.

Zhong Yuanzhong was also dumbfounded, he looked at the little princess and then at the air in front of him, suspicion appeared in his eyes, and he was silent for a long time.

Is there something in front of him that he cannot see, or exists?

Otherwise, who is the little princess talking to?

Invisible supernatural powers?

Not without this possibility!

Thinking of this, he suddenly grabbed the little princess's shoulders and looked around vigilantly. If he lost the little princess again this time, he would have no face to stay here any longer.

"Hey—are children so difficult to coax nowadays?"

Ichimaru Gin sighed, glanced at the little girl in front of him, waved to her, turned and disappeared into the room.

Ichimaru Gin left?

He will not leave here until he finds Bengyu.

However, he touched the Bengyu power analysis instrument that sounded again in his pocket, and smiled meaningfully.

Seeing Ichimaru Gin left, her tense heart also relaxed, and she let out a soft breath.

Just leave, otherwise she's really going to punch her down.

"Who are you talking to, little princess?" Zhongyuan Zhong also tensed his body, lowered his voice and asked curiously.

Priest Miji twisted the doorknob to open the door, groaned, jumped in and replied, "A nasty bedbug."

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "?"

"That bug is called Ichimaru Gin, I hate him the most now!"

Every time he breathes to scare her, seeing that she is frightened, she still looks like a successful prank.

Hmph, even if Tsurumaru Kuninaga frightened her, he would have to pay the price!

Nakahara was also silent, he thought he should report this to Mori Ogai.

Otherwise, it would be bad if something happened to the little princess.

It's five or six o'clock in the evening, and it seems too late to take a nap.

Priest Miji lay on the soft bed, pulled a roast chicken-shaped pillow and hugged him in his arms, staring at Chuya Nakahara with his big starry eyes blinking.

"Brother Zhongye, I want to listen to fairy tales."

Zhong Yuanzhong also walked slowly to the bed and sat down. He glanced at the fried chicken in the little girl's arms strangely, coughed lightly, "Do you really want to hear a story?"

The little girl nodded heavily, and looked at him with eyes full of expectation.

Nakahara Chuya: ………

He racked his brains and thought about the stories he could tell, but he found out sadly that he had no stories to tell! !

The little girl was still looking at him.

He pursed his lips tightly, put his hands on his lips and coughed lightly, then took off the hat on his head, and slowly recalled the things he learned during those missions.

"There's a mafia in Italy, I hear they just got their young leader back—"

"That's why we sent a... a very petite killer to be the teacher of the young leader."

Thinking of the scene when he met the killer, Zhong Yuanzhong was also silent.

Little girl: "This is not a story. I want to hear stories about Snow White turning black and killing the queen, or the old witch is actually the princess incarnate."

Nakahara Chuya: ………

The little princess' request was a bit difficult for him.

After taking a deep breath, he contemplated for a while before slowly opening his mouth: "A long time ago, there was an old witch in the forest..."

"She has an ugly face, a nasty personality, and because no one likes her, the old witch often commits suicide."

"But she is a cursed old witch, so she can't die no matter how she commits suicide..."

Zhongyuan Zhong also looked at the little girl, and the two looked at each other for a full 3 minutes.

Priest Miji:? ? ?

"Is this the end of the story?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also nodded, "It's over."

Little girl: ……………

Dad, she doesn't want Brother Zhongye anymore! !

In the next second, the grilled chicken pillow hit Nakahara Chuya's face, and he was stunned for a few seconds. After bringing the pillow, the little princess was no longer on the bed.

He stood up in shock, and just as he was about to look around for the little princess, there was movement behind him.

"Then let's paint!"

Priest Mi Shi picked up a stack of drawing paper and colored crayons from the bed, and enthusiastically waved his hand at Zhongyuan Zhongya.

"You...don't sleep?" Zhong Yuanzhong also twitched the corner of his mouth, glanced at the toy that looked like Alice, and forced a smile.

"Don't sleep anymore." Speaking of this, she glared at Zhongya Nakahara angrily, tore off a piece of drawing paper, and then took out a few colored crayons and handed them to him, "Brother Zhongya's story is not at all Blow to sleep."

"Still boring."

"I'll wait for Dad to come back and tell me."

The little girl wrinkled her face in disgust.

Zhongyuan Zhong also reluctantly took the drawing paper and colored pens, and found a place on the ground with the little princess to sit down. He looked at the blank paper and then at the little princess who was picking colors.

"What does the little princess want to draw?"

"Draw Dad."

Hearing this sentence, Zhong Yuanzhong also thought about it, "Then I will draw myself."

Priest Yaji stared at the colored crayons for several minutes, and finally picked up the black crayons first.

Dad's hair is black, then his eyes are red, and his upturned mouth must be red too.

After 15 minutes, the little girl put down the crayon, looked at her picture and smiled with satisfaction.

"I'm done drawing!"

so fast!

Zhong Yuanzhong also looked up in surprise, and when he saw the stick figure on the picture, he was silent for a few seconds, then quickly turned his head and suppressed a smile.

Priest Miji frowned, looked at his masterpiece, tilted his head and asked curiously, "Is there anything wrong with my painting?"

She has been painting like this before, and her paintings are basically hung in Dao Zijing's room.

Therefore, there can be no problem with this painting.

Zhongyuan Zhong also reluctantly turned his head with a sullen face, without looking at the painting from the corner of his eyes, he nodded very seriously, "No, the little princess is very good at painting." But the smile in his eyes has already betrayed himself .

Weird!

The little girl put away her painting and stuffed it into the hands of Chuya Zhongyuan, "Brother Zhongye, give it to Dad for me!"

She stood up and went into the bathroom to wash her hands before coming out.

Zhongyuan Zhong also put away the painting, lowered his head and did not dare to look at the little princess, for fear of hurting her fragile little heart, said in a deep voice, "I will."

Throwing this sentence, he walked out of the room quickly.

No, he'd better call Ryunosuke Akutagawa to take over!

After walking out of the room door, Nakahara couldn't help laughing. He opened the drawing paper and took a look. He could imagine Mori Ogai's helpless expression just by this painting.

The little princess's painting skills are really amazing.

After Nakahara Chuya left, the priest Yaki took out the Taidao and placed it near the window to ensure that the Taidao could be exposed to the sun.

She squatted next to Taidao, gently stroking the single, showing a sweet smile, "Come on Sanriyue, absorb the essence of the sun and the moon, we will go back to catch Wumai soon."

"Little princess, who is Wu Mi?"

Ichimaru Gin jumped in from the window and happened to hear this sentence.

Priest Yaji's expression froze, he looked up at Ichimaru Gin, took a deep breath before suppressing the urge to do something.

"Why haven't you left yet?"

Ichimaru Gin blinked, "I have something to ask the little princess for help."

"Do you know Beng Yu?"

When she asked this sentence, Ichimaru Gin stared at the change of her facial expression.

The author has something to say: I'm back! !

I owe one more (make it up when I have time!!)

Does anyone want to see the crumb boss become a daughter-controller? 23333 I really want to write it recently.