I'm not a bomb, so please don't throw me out

The birds are in the same room, and you have breakfast with Lord Yunshou as a bonus? "

"I'm sorry, Mr. Rabbit Ji." Yanmao replied, and walked out of the training room first.

With a clear smile, Gangji also walked out.

Sitting in a black car, the dark leather cushions are moderately soft and firm.In the dead of night, there was no one on the street, the driver drove at an unhurried speed, and Yanmao's body swayed slightly.

"Yanmao, you don't seem to be afraid of larks?" Gang Ji looked at the drowsy Yanmao and asked with a smile.

"Ah? ... Oh, because I have been staying with Xanxus since I was 15 years old." Yanmao seemed very slow in responding, froze for a moment, and then answered slowly, with a soft voice full of laziness and sleepiness.

"...Yes, yes." "It's really a strong psychological construction..." Tsunayoshi couldn't help himself from making comparisons, "15 years old...for me, that's still an age that can be called useless. 』

"Yanmao, do you like meat?"

"...What? Oh, meat... Meat is such a tragic memory, Mrs. Rabbit Hime."

"Yes. Then you like to eat—?"

"Huh?...I like to eat...yellow things."

"Yellow, yellow?"

"Yes...such as yellow peaches, pineapples...and chestnuts, corn and so on."

"Isn't Liu Dao Mu a pineapple head? Why do you hate him so much?"

"There is no... pineapple of that color... his mutant pineapple... I hate it the most..."

"Mutated pineapple? Uh, it is indeed..."

Looking at the street scene around him, Gang Ji gently reminded Yanmao: "Yanmao, we are almost there."

"ZZZZZ~"

Silence answered him.Gangji turned around, looked helplessly at Yanmao who was sleeping blushing beside him, and then turned his head to look at the big iron gate of Hell Temple House, which was already very clear. He just wanted his subordinates to take Yanmao out of the car, but suddenly thought of It was nothing, showing an inscrutable smile.

As for the leader, it’s definitely not enough to just care about the family, you have to care about all aspects of your subordinates, such as food, clothing, housing and transportation... Ah, he didn’t say anything about life’s major events~

Half an hour later, he received a call that Judaime was about to visit, but he was not informed of the reason, thinking that there was an urgent order, so he sat in the living room in formal attire with a serious face.

——Juji-kun, the one wearing the coat may be Lark, or it may be Xanxus.The one who visited late at night might be the serious-looking Judaime, or it might be the black-bellied and treacherous Rabbit Ji.

"Captain, sir, he has arrived."

The voice of the subordinate's report was very abrupt in the quiet living room.Hearing this, Yuji stretched out his hand to loosen his tie, rubbed the acupuncture points between his eyes, and cleared his already somewhat chaotic mind, and went out to meet his beloved Judaime-sama at the door.

Before he reached the door, Yusi vaguely saw Gang Ji's dark figure under the moonlight.Well, in fact, if it weren't for the hairstyle that hasn't changed in eight years, he would never have recognized the silhouette-like person with a slightly strange posture in front of him.

"Judaime, visiting late at night, is there... is there... anything?"

Before reaching the door, Prison Temple, who thought it was something important, habitually asked questions first.It wasn't until he stood completely in front of Gang Ji that he saw Gang Ji's movements clearly, and he stuttered for a moment.

The moonlight was like a shower, and the faint moon-white light shrouded Yanmao's body, forming a soft halo.Her eyes are lightly closed, her eyelashes are not long, but they are densely dark, and the shadow cast on her fair skin trembles slightly.

But the sudden appearance of the literary version of Yanmao is not the point.

Seeing the darkening face of the prison temple, Tsuna Yoshi just wanted to sigh in relief, "Ah, the master of the prison temple is finally enlightened~", when he heard the prison temple said in a very unhappy way: "This idiot, you still lied to me Said she was at Yunshou's place."

"! ”Gangji was taken aback, “The important thing is not? Yanmao is here with me? It should be? There is a man holding Yanmao? Hey Sijun!You're totally missing the point!Has your adolescence passed away! 』

"Heh, heh." Gang Ji laughed a few times, expressing that he was not expecting the development of the situation.Looking down at Yanmao who was sleeping soundly in his arms, Tsuna silently said in his heart, "Kyoko, I didn't mean to hug another girl on purpose", and motioned for the prison temple to take Yanmao over.

"Eh?!" Prison Temple was shocked, and quickly waved his hands to prevent Tsunayoshi from approaching, "Ju, Judaime! I, I, I have never hugged a girl!!! No! Absolutely not! If I hug this idiot, I will I will accidentally throw her away!! Judaime!"

"There is a first time for everything, Mr. Yuji." Gangji's smile was against the moonlight, which looked soft but dark. He directly put Yanmao into Yuji's arms, and saw that he subconsciously reached out to catch it Yanmao, he immediately withdrew his hand, looked at the prison temple with a panicked face in satisfaction, waved his hand and turned around to get into the car, leaving the prison temple alone in a bright and sad mess in the wind.

Gang Ji seemed to be in a good mood in the car, he couldn't be mistaken, the smile in his eyes at the moment when he took Yan Mao over at the prison temple.

~

At six o'clock in the morning, Yan Mao, who had a nightmare, woke up suddenly. The sunlight that shone in from the artistic bohemian-style curtains was not too dazzling, and faintly enveloped the room in a halo.

Opening Zhan Jin's eyes and looking around, although it was a completely unfamiliar room, Yanmao looked very calm.the reason is simple:

one.She wasn't fully awake yet.

two.She was already dull.

Three.Prison stared at her viciously from the bedside.

"Yo." Yanmao looked at Prison Temple, who was obviously in a bad mood, and greeted him obediently.

Prison Temple ignored him, seeing that Yanmao woke up, he just withdrew his unfriendly gaze, got up, and reached the door with his slender legs in a few steps.Before going out, I thought of something again, and said, "I'm going out. Go down and have breakfast by yourself, and then go back. Someone will see you off."

"Hey——, so cold..." Yanmao pretended to be very dissatisfied, and when he saw the prison temple raised his eyebrows and wanted to give her a shudder, he immediately lowered his head and looked very docile, "Go all the way."

"Cut." Prison Temple spat disdainfully, but stopped, and after a while, the muffled voice sounded again, "You... just had a nightmare?"

"Oh, it's nothing. I just dreamed that aliens attacked the earth. The alien had the face of Xanxus, the voice of Xanxus, wore Xanxus clothes, and Xanxus' box weapon, and finally shot me down."

"Bang!" The only answer to Yanmao was the heavy closing of the prison temple door.

~

Coming out of Pengo Li's headquarters, Yuji was very surprised that Judaimu had been looking at him with ambiguous eyes today. He can guarantee that he has only admiration for Judaimu and no love for him!

Uh, although Judaime's orientation seems to be normal.

He bent down and got into the car, the car started for a while, then accelerated, and disappeared around the corner.

Going home to change clothes-go out for lunch-go home to process documents-rest, these are the simple arrangements for the prison temple today.

There are absolutely no women in the schedule, so what's the matter with Yanmao?

Guisi looked at the idiot with bangs bangs who was nestling on his leather sofa, watching the video tape while enjoying Harpy's crunchy potato chips, and had no idea.

He should have thought that this woman would not go back so obediently.

After taking three deep breaths, the prison temple told himself to be calm and there was no need to get angry with the children.Opening the mouth, the voice has stabilized: "Didn't I tell you to have a good breakfast and go back?"

"En, that's right. --"Cracken"" Yanmao replied innocently while eating a few slices of potato chips, "But I didn't eat breakfast, so I didn't go back. "

"You!..." Be calm, be calm in prison temple.Prison Temple made psychological hints.

Eyes accidentally flicked to the TV, and Yuji choked, what happened to this boy version of Yamamoto!This tape has some other...earlier...he should have put it away...right...

Prison Temple pointed at the TV and asked stammeringly, "This video..."

"What's wrong with this video?" Yanmao asked with his head tilted, and then added with a smile, "You look good when you play the piano, Mr. Prison Temple."

"Sure enough, I saw the performance record that Biyangqi forced on me! !And what's up with the adjective "good-looking"! ! 』

"You dug it out yourself?" Prison Temple had already heard the anger in his words.

"Ah? Uh..." Yanmao glanced intentionally or unintentionally at the subordinates of Lanshou's unit standing aside, and then replied, "I dug it out."

"Tell me! Which floor are these videotapes on?"

"Uh... oh, oh, the second floor."

"which room!"

"Uh, uh... the seventh from the left? ... or the first from the left?"

"áidè!!" Prison Temple cast a contemptuous glance at Yanmao, whose acting skills were extremely poor, and turned to face the culprit, the trembling mafia uncle.

"Team, captain! It was Yan Maosang who said she was boring, so..."

"So, the few of us just wanted to find something for her entertainment."

"But the captain's house has nothing useful at all..."

"...Then we thought of the captain's forbidden room."

Looking at the subordinates who were all involved, Mr. Prison changed the focus: "What did you take out of that room?!"

"For example, the videotape brought by Big Sister Biyangqi, but the captain, you play the piano very well!"

"return,