The bosses cry and put down the butcher knife

The moment Zhongya Zhongya entered the door, his nose had just smelled the smell of food when he was picked up by his wife and held up high and turned around three times.

"???"

He subconsciously wanted to use supernatural powers, but was blocked by the other party's supernatural powers first.The orange-haired youth who reacted couldn't really fight with physical skills, and finally lowered his head helplessly:

"Miyuki, let me down."

The other party did not make a sound, maintaining the posture of holding a 1.6-meter young man in the air, buried his face in his stomach, and rubbed hard.

Although he didn't speak, he looked a little aggrieved.

Successfully blocked the next voice of dissuasion from the top cadres of Hong Kong and black.

So the two embraced silently for a while in this somewhat weird posture.Until the clothes on Nakahara Chuya's abdomen were covered with heat, Nakahara Miyuki said sullenly:

"Chuye Chuya, I really love you." She said.

Caught off guard by a wave of love words, the orange-haired youth's ears instantly turned red.Then his wife was finally willing to let his feet off the ground, Nakahara helped his hat and looked up at her slightly.

As the top cadre of the port mafia and the number one physical master in Hong Kong, Chuya Nakahara is 1.6 meters tall.Even with the height of the heel, it does not exceed 1.6 meters five.

And his wife Nakahara Miyuki has a net height of 1.6 meters [-].

Of course, Zhong Yuanzhong also cared about his height, but this has nothing to do with the intention of finding a partner, it is probably a very pure thunder point (especially after being repeatedly trampled by a partner).Although Zhongyuan Shenxue didn't say it, she was actually having fun secretly - after all, she could play "kiss, hug and hold high" with her husband every day when she came home.

If there is a fly in the ointment, as a high-level mafia, her husband does not have normal working hours like ordinary office workers.

Usually, you can hardly see her, and Miyuki Nakahara is also in school, so she usually lives in an apartment closer to the school.Even on weekends, Zhongyuanzhong occasionally needs to work overtime or even go on business trips.

However, the two had known each other for five or six years, officially dated for two years, and married for nearly a year—in various senses, Zhongyuan Shenxue was already used to this way of getting along.

During the meal, Nakahara Miyuki asked about her husband's situation in the next two days.The orange-haired youth was silent for a while, and said uncertainly:

"The leader approved me a leave of absence. I can stay with you tomorrow, and I may have to return to Hong Kong and Heilongjiang the next morning. If there is any emergency..."

"Then let's go racing in the suburbs tomorrow, shall we?" Zhongyuan Shenxue rushed to answer.

She wasn't surprised by her husband's attitude, or that she was used to it.

When the two were just together, Zhongyuan Zhong also made a precise promise about time.However, as the top cadre of the port mafia and the last hurdle to guard the leader of the port gangster, the number of "accidental overtime" he worked was basically determined by the number of assassins who tried on a whim or tried every means.

As Nakahara Chuya's wife who married secretly, Nakahara Miyuki did not know any information about his immediate superior.From her husband's occasional complaints, I can feel that he is probably a very... indescribable person.

But there is no doubt that Zhongyuanzhong also respects each other very much.

Zhongyuan Zhong also quickly agreed to Zhongyuan Shenxue's suggestion of "drag racing".This is a rare outdoor hobby between their husband and wife, very serious and without derivative meaning.

After all, they don't like shopping either, Nakahara would occasionally go drinking in his free time, and Zhongyuan Miyuki liked to visit art exhibitions.

After dinner, Zhongyuan also went to wash the dishes. With the supernatural ability of gravity manipulation, as long as he was at home, he would do all the housework such as washing dishes, sweeping the floor, and dust removal.Miyuki Zhongyuan took off the other party's coat from the coat rack at the door, and leaned over to smell it.

The familiar smell of gunpowder and blood, as well as a bit of unpleasant tobacco smell.

During the period when the two just met, even including the first few months of formal cohabitation, every time Zhong Yuan came home from get off work, he would deal with the smell on his body in advance.Later, the two got along gradually as old husband and wife. On the eve when the young man was about to propose, Oda Miyuki at that time made a casual mention.

"When I come back in the future, I don't need to take a shower or change clothes." The girl who just passed her 17th birthday said, holding her chin and looking sideways at him. Can you take off your clothes after work, then lie down on the sofa and take a long breath?"

What she didn't say was that Xingjie, the oldest boy in the family, secretly told her a few days ago that if her husband cheated or something, she could smell it from her clothes.

Just like every girl in a relationship, Oda Miyuki doesn't think her boyfriend will cheat, or simply... that kind of very complicated and awkward mentality.

Zhong Yuan also opened his mouth after listening to her, wanting to complain, "Sounds like some kind of strange middle-aged uncle's behavior".

But looking at his girlfriend's bright eyes, he finally nodded.

From that day until nine months after their marriage, every time Nakahara Nakaya walked into the house, he would feel a little smell on his body.Most of them are the smell of smoke and fire, occasionally blood, or other smells that are difficult to distinguish from the nose.

And most importantly, the taste of "Central Plains Chuya".

One night, Nakahara Miyuki lay in her husband's arms, buried her head in his arms and took a deep breath, then raised her head and said this.There were traces of sweat on the man's fair skin, and the moment he heard this sentence, the position from the base of his ears to the lower part of his neck was stained with a faint crimson color.

"Okay, okay." He said a little awkwardly, but tried to keep calm.It's just that the distance between the two people at this time is really indescribable, so all the reactions of both parties can be seen at a glance.

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

Zhongyuan Shenxue: "..."

Soon Zhongyuan Shenxue experienced it personally, what is meant by not eating indiscriminately and not talking indiscriminately.

She has done this kind of over-the-top thing more than once, and it can be regarded as a kind of fun in a sense.However, apart from certain special times, Miyuki Nakahara is still very serious about the smell from her husband's clothes.

Just like this time, she smelled blood again.

And she was pretty sure the blood smell came from the inside of the coat, not from the outside as is most common.

Like the clothes of the top cadres of the port mafia, there is almost nothing hand-washable from head to toe, except for underwear.So after confirming the situation, Miyuki Nakahara hung up her clothes as they were, and walked into the kitchen to find her husband.

Zhong Yuanzhong was also facing a pile of pots and pans, directing them to send themselves into the dishwasher. After rinsing, they flew into the cabinet shelves waiting to be dried one by one.He had heard the girl's approaching voice a long time ago, and when she walked to the door, he turned his head and looked over:

"Deep Snow?"

Nakahara Miyuki didn't make a sound, facing the young man's confused cobalt blue eyes, approached a wall along the sink in two or three steps, and then lifted his clothes from bottom to top.His eyes scanned his man's white waist and abdomen, and then his back, before he decisively stretched his hands to his pants.

"Wait, wait a minute, Miyuki—"

Even with the ability to manipulate bullets to reflect back, Zhong Yuanzhong even forgot that he was a person with supernatural abilities at this moment.He firmly grasped the belt around his waist with both hands, his somewhat chaotic brain was activated by the desire to survive, and then he quickly said loudly:

"My wound has healed! On the right side of the lower back, there is still a little redness!"

"..." Zhongyuan Shenxue.

The unrelenting determination on the girl's face dissipated the moment she said those words.She silently let go of her husband's trousers, turned to the side of her waist to take a look, and found a thin line of light red.

It's like the trace of being scratched by the back of a knife, but it was at least a penetrating wound before it was placed on Zhongya Zhongya's open body.

She stared at the wound for a few seconds, without much anger, and covered his shirt back.Zhong Yuanzhong also breathed a sigh of relief, even if he did it ten more times, he still couldn't get used to his wife's "directness".After that, he still couldn't hold back, and flicked Nakahara Miyuki lightly on the forehead.

The other party glanced at him, then lowered his head and bit his face.

Leave a wet tooth mark.

Nakahara Miyuki "had to" get used to the fact that Chuya Nakahara was injured in a sense.Even when they met for the first time, a 12-year-old girl picked up an unconscious and slightly injured boy at her door.

More than a month ago, when she was visiting an art exhibition, she met a man named Fyodor Mikhailovich Dostoyevsky.Meeting this man awakened a memory in Zhongyuan Shenxue's mind that had been sealed up by herself.

That was the companion she had experienced life and death with when she was ten years old, and it was also the psychological shadow she had buried for many years.

Later, the man was sent to the police station, and Zhong Yuanzhong, who rushed over in time, also sent his unconscious wife to the hospital.Miyuki Nakahara was in a trance for a while after waking up, and finally re-recognized her supernatural ability.

At the same time, it was also confirmed that some parts of her memory were still incomplete.

It probably has something to do with what the young Fei Jia was looking for in her memory.

She didn't hide any of this from Nakahara Chuya, and told him everything.The orange-haired young man was silent for a while, touched her head, and said, "Leave it to me."

Nothing strange happened afterwards, and they still lived a not-so-normal family life.For the issue of Nakahara Chuya being injured this time, for today's Nakahara Miyuki, there is only a helpless sigh:

"What happened this time?"

Even if you are forced to get used to the scars on your husband's body, and know that the other party's self-healing ability is far beyond ordinary people.For example, if the average person is injured for a hundred days, it takes two or three months to hang the arm for a fracture.

Central Plains Zhongye only needs two or three days, coupled with inhuman willpower, no matter whether the injury is major or minor, as long as it is not the kind that is sent to the emergency room on the spot, he can move normally after lying on the bed for a day.

However, Zhongyuan Shenxue would still ask about the situation every time, and was entangled in the fact that she had now mastered the supernatural ability normally—although she was much more flexible, her self-protection ability had also improved dramatically.But compared to the original "unconsciously created a wide-ranging safety zone", it basically can't help the Central Plains.

After being together for so many years, Zhongyuan Zhong also immediately understood what his wife was thinking.While honestly confessing that "it is the leader and he was assassinated", he leaned over and kissed her.

It also belongs to the tacit understanding between husband and wife, and the gravity of Hong Kong and Black makes it impossible to say "don't worry".He knows exactly where he is, and he may die unexpectedly one day; he also understands what kind of consciousness his wife has, if one day he disappears in this world, she will live well.

This commitment, like their love for each other, will last until the end of one of the parties' lives.And the next thing, leave it to the next one.

They all believed so.

***

The next morning, Zhongyuan Zhong also suffered an unprecedented shock since the wedding.

They can't race the car anymore because his wife is gone.

No, his wife was impaled.