Miss M7M doesn't want to be a conjurer

After exchanging a lot of ideas about drinking with Zhongyuan Zhongye, Maqima gradually felt that she liked red wine, and Zhongyuan Zhong also tasted beer under her Amway.

"Machima, come with me later, and I'll give you a bottle of wine from my collection."

At this time, Maqima and Zhongyuanzhong have also exchanged names, and the two can still chat, and even exchanged contact information.

Walking all the way from BarLupin back to the port mafia, when he walked to the front of the building, the guard in front of the gate still bowed slightly: "Good evening, Mr. Chuya."

Zhong Yuanzhong also turned around and nodded: "Good evening."

Maqima couldn't help thinking, that person seemed so respectful to him, but just called him Mr. Nakaya, and she herself still called him Mr. Nakahara.

Kind of weird.

However, it can be seen that the central plains also has a high status in the port mafia.

Maqima and Zhongyuan Zhongye took the elevator all the way to the wine storage room of Zhongyuan Zhongye. As soon as the door was opened, the aroma of wine came out.

The lights were also turned on in Central Plains, and there were various kinds of red wine in the wine cabinet. You can find that not all red wine smells the same, but without exception, they are all very expensive.

The red-haired young man greeted her and said that she could come in, and Maqima was not polite, standing in front of the wine cabinet and carefully observing the bottles of each brand.

The red wine in the wine cabinet is arranged in an orderly manner. The wines of the same brand are placed in the same column, arranged from the inside to the outside according to the year, and the wines in the front are all wines brewed in recent years.

"I found it," Nakahara Nakaya finally said after about 2 minutes, "I haven't opened the 07 Petrus. Although the vintage is not particularly good, it should taste good."

Machima took the black wine bottle and looked it up and down. She had heard of Petus red wine. A whole bottle in 07 would cost at least several hundred thousand yen. Machima thought about the wine cellar again. Looking at the other wines in the store, I can't help but feel that Zhongyuan Zhong is really rich.

But such a good wine, they just met today, and he gave it to her lightly like this?

Maqima said: "Mr. Zhongyuan, you seem to have forgotten that we just..."

Before she finished speaking, Zhong Yuanzhong waved his hand readily: "I'll see you off, you don't have to be polite. And I have a hunch that our relationship will be very good in the future."

Zhong Yuanzhong is also very affectionate, and will take the initiative to make friends when he meets the right person. He likes to chat with people he can chat with.

Moreover, he has a good personality and has a pleasant relationship with his colleagues and subordinates.

Except for someone who has defected.

He hasn't had a drinking buddy until now, he doesn't have any friends because of the things he likes, and he can't talk with his subordinates about wine (because it's too expensive), and Macchima is the first one.

Maqima laughed: "Thank you, Mr. Zhongyuan, then I will accept it."

"You don't need to be called by my last name, all my subordinates call me by my first name."

No wonder everyone I met along the way called him Mr. Chuya. It seemed that Chuya Nakahara himself requested it, so Maqima also nodded: "Okay, Mr. Chuya."

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Life in Yokohama on a business trip seems to be more leisurely than in Tokyo, because there are really very few mantras in Yokohama.

There is no Gojo Satoru here, she is not used to cook every day, the staff meals at the port mafia are very good, and she is not required to walk the dog, overall life is pretty good.

At the same time, Gojo Satoru's mentality was completely different from Machima's in the Tokyo Conjuration High School.

Gojo Satoru lay down on the table for the first time again, buried his face in his arms, and once again tormented Naruko who was sitting on a seat not far away with his incessant sighing voice.

In this familiar scene, Jia Ruozi knew the reason why he was so depressed without even thinking about it, and it wasn't because someone was away for a week.

Jia Ruozi lit a cigarette, took a puff, and then exhaled white smoke. She looked like she couldn't wake up, and her eyes were dark. If everyone knew that she was in this state, she would definitely think that she was the decadent one. people.

"It's the fourth day, are you still not used to it?"

Don't get used to sleeping, this person's decadence is getting worse day by day, the first day was fine, then the second day and the third day, today is the fourth day, Gojo Satoru finally couldn't hold back up.

Gojo Satoru was still lying on the table just now, but he quickly reacted, and immediately bounced: "It's not a matter of getting used to it... Hey, why does Nitro know..." Why do I do this.

He didn't say anything this time.

Jia Ruozi exhaled a puff of smoke with a vicissitudes on his face, and the white smoke blew along the wind to where Gojo Wu was: "Write it on your face, okay?"

Wutiao Wu was aggrieved: "Glass, choke."

The housekeeper got up and walked to the window, letting the smell of smoke escape from the window: "Haven't you been in contact with her these days?"

"That's true, but we haven't met each other." Gojo Satoru sat on the chair with his chin propped up, with a melancholy expression on his face, "But is it really so obvious?"

Jia Ruozi nodded slowly: "Obviously, you must like her so much."

"what?"

Gojo Satoru was taken aback.

Only then did Jia Ruozi realize that she had accidentally said it, but it was okay, she was also a little annoyed to see this dog man not getting his head straight.

Gojo Satoru stared straight at the cup belonging to Machima placed next to the coffee machine not far away, and he didn't speak for a long time, as if he was thinking about something.

Does he like Macchima?What kind of liking does "Jia Rui Nizi" refer to?

The strongest conjurer was once again troubled by the same person.

The person he hadn't seen for three or four days had conspicuous orange-pink long hair and golden eyes, gentle brows, porcelain white skin, and a faint smile on his lips.

In people's eyes, Maqima is undoubtedly a gentle person, but Gojo Satoru doesn't think so.

She is a bad woman, and her gentleness outside is just superficial in his eyes. He knew that she began to keep her distance after knowing that she was useless. Although it was not so obvious, it was indeed gone. intimate gesture.

It's all conspiracy.

Gojo Satoru thought so.

He didn't speak, and neither did the family's nitrate.

After a long while, Gojo Satoru finally woke up: "I am really a person who loves my colleagues, and I still have her in mind when my colleagues are away on business."

Jia Ruozi was speechless: "... Forget it, as long as you are happy."

Having said that, Gojo Satoru finally cheered up, and immediately stood up from his seat: "Yoxi, as a good employee who cares about his colleagues, I'm going to Yokohama tonight to visit Machima who is on a business trip."

Jia Ruozi came over, put out the cigarette butt in the ashtray, and rolled his eyes inwardly.

Just pretend, this person just won't admit it.

So after finishing his day's work, Gojo Satoru went to Yokohama alone, stood under the mafia building at the port, took out his mobile phone and sent a message to Machima.

[Gojo Satoru: Are you in the room now? ]

[Machima: ?Mr. Wujo asked what this is for? ]

[Gojo Satoru: I'm downstairs at the port mafia, send me the room number. ]

Gojo Satoru knew that the reason why the other party would reply in seconds was because he was resting, and if he was still on a mission outside, his information should not be taken into account.

Obviously, he would reply to her in seconds even during missions.

Gojo Satoru couldn't help but feel that it was unfair.

He sent another animated emoji.

[Wujo Satoru: Cats and cats blowing hair.jpg]

Maqima walked to the window and poked her head out of the window, probably because the floor was too high, she couldn't see the people downstairs clearly, but she knew who it was by looking at the white lump.

She lowered her hair and sent another message: [There is someone guarding the door outside, can you come in? ]

[Gojo Satoru: I use magic formulas. ]

Fine.

Machima sent the room number written on the room card, and only ten seconds later, Gojo Satoru appeared in her room.

"Ah, long time no see Machima." Gojo Satoru smiled brightly and waved to Machima, "I got a little lost in the building just now, so I slowed down a bit."

After all, the port mafia is really too big.

Macchima didn't think so.

Ten seconds, are you slow?

She stopped thinking, and greeted Gojo Satoru first, and complained about him by the way: "Good evening, Mr. Gojo. It's just that I haven't seen you for three days."

"Well, isn't there a saying in China that says 'one day is like three autumns'? It probably feels like that."

"It's not a matter of feeling. Did Mr. Wujo feed and walk the dog well?"

If she only feeds and doesn't walk, then what she wants is that the house should be stinky by the dogs by now.

The five Wuwu feet had just landed on the ground, and they were about to hear the other party mention the group of dogs. Obviously, they were not in a good mood, so they replied a little perfunctorily, "Let's go for a walk."

After Gojo Satoru finished speaking, he began to walk around the room casually, and finally came to a conclusion: "Why don't Port Mafia try to develop into a hotel?"

Indeed, she felt the same way, it would be a pity that Port Mafia did not take the lead in developing Yokohama's tourism industry.

Machima walked up to him in a few steps: "It's a great room, isn't it?"

The man with white hair and sunglasses tilted his head slightly. At this time, Mazima was wearing casual clothes, her hair was uncommonly loose, and she looked like she was after get off work, but she didn't seem to be resting.

Gojo Satoru didn't answer Maqima's question just now, but asked again: "Maqima is going out soon?"

Maqima nodded: "I plan to go for a walk."

She actually added some water to this sentence, because as long as Zhongyuanzhong is not busy these few days, the two of them will go out to drink together, walking is second, and drinking is the first thing.

For some reason, she didn't tell Gojo Satoru about it.

Gojo Satoru thought for a while, and suggested, "Well, do you want to go with me?"

Maqima didn't want to reject him at first, but she thought about Nakahara Chuya again, and suddenly felt that it was not good to go out with anyone, and wanted to reject both of them for a while.

Just then, someone knocked on the door.

"Machima, are you there?"

It is also in the Central Plains.

Maqima turned her head and signaled Gojo Satoru to stay in the room and not make a sound, and went to open the door for Zhongya Zhongya by herself.

"You are here, are you going to drink today?"

The young man with brown hair had a deep voice, and even people with poor ears could tell the gender immediately, and Gojo Satoru was no exception.

Gojo Satoru was startled suddenly.

Why is it a man?

Did she mean going out for a walk with this guy?

The five cats and cats were in extreme shock.