The Melancholy of Miss Port Mafia

The atmosphere in the chief's office was once oppressive to the point of suffocation.

Zhong Yuanzhong also knew that Rimbaud was the protector of the current leader and a partner she relied on very much.When Mr. Mori was alive, he interpreted this as the girl's rebellion, and he did it without hesitation out of loyalty to the leader and the organization.And now, she opened the old ledger as if holding grudges to the next life.

If Mori Yuki wants to impose punishment for this matter, Nakahara Chu also doesn't know whether he should accept the punishment willingly or fight for reason.The young man thought that if this happened to him, it would be difficult for him to pretend nothing happened.

Standing less than three meters away from the new leader, he could easily manipulate gravity to kill her and escape calmly.But this young girl single-handedly pulled PortMafia to the starting point of rising again, and she even pulled the entire city of Yokohama out of the quagmire.There can be no Chuya Nakahara here, but there can be no Yuki Mori.

So... I should be the one to give in.At least give each other a chance to reconcile?

The young man took off his hat and knelt on the carpet with gorgeous and intricate patterns: "Yes, BOSS. Arthur Rimbaud, a cadre who betrayed the organization, was purged by me last year."

There's no need to mention Dazai, that guy just muddies the water, and the person who does it is responsible, so what's the problem?

The girl sitting behind the desk looked indifferent: "Oh, so."

The atmosphere continued to ferment with the silence, as if the calm before the disaster was about to happen.

The unbearable silence of ants crawling on the skin turns into a more dangerous monotonous syllable as Mori Yuki's regular tapping on the tabletop.

"I've been thinking, Nakahara Chuya, you are a guy who hates me. You are like a thorn in my throat, like a thorn in my eye, reminding me repeatedly that all my efforts are in vain in the end." She raised her eyes, and the evening sunlight dyed purple into scarlet : "All the things I long for, all can only be bought with money, and nothing else."

He was the innocent monster she was jealous of but could not hate.

If she didn't get another kind of pure and persistent love from another place, she thought she would probably tighten the rope around this person's neck and spare no effort to torture each other.

"Sorry, boss."

Regarding the "touching" father-daughter relationship between Mori Yuki and Mori Ogai, the leader of the previous generation evaluated it as "the resentment that children will have."The Central Plains also doesn't quite understand why relatives who are related by blood ignore, guard against, or even hate each other?If it were him, he would probably be overwhelmed with gratitude that he could still find his parents.

——Of course, Mr. Mori would not talk about his romantic affairs when he was young, and when he complained to his cronies, he only lamented that his daughter was estranged.

After the death of the first generation, Mori Yuki's actions were not so much to avenge his father, but to follow the trend and take advantage of the opportunity.But she is the leader, and there seems to be no problem with the leader doing this. Didn't the ancestors always teach this way?No matter what kind of dilemma you encounter, the first thing to do is to calm down and think about how to break the situation. In this regard, she is more like Mori Ogai than anyone else.

Nakahara Chuya's thoughts are not on the same line as hers.

"Why do you apologize?" Mori Yuki changed his hand to support his chin, his long hair was scattered on his arms, and against the backdrop of the setting sun, he looked like a witch emerging from behind a piranha.

Dangerous to choking.

This is completely different from the fierceness of winning by force, it is more subtle, and it is more... touching the soul.

oh yeah?

"Missy"'s Adam's apple rolled, it seemed that she was very nervous.Mori Yuki laughed suddenly, and pressed his arms against the shoulders that could not restrain the trembling on the desk: "Are you afraid of me?"

"At this distance, gravity makes it easy to kill me without even lifting your hand."

After laughing for a while, she looked up at his brilliant orange hair, her eyes were gloomy and obscure: "The one who kills me will be the next leader."

"Please stop joking!" Zhongyuan Zhong couldn't figure out what she was thinking at all, and while he regarded himself as the pillar of the organization, he said such terrible things.He knelt on the carpet on one knee, looked up at the girl in front of him who didn't know what he remembered: "If it's because of Rimbaud, it's up to you if you want to be beaten or fined!"

She could actually move very fast, approaching him from behind the desk in the blink of an eye.

The throat was choked, the instinct to manipulate gravity was deliberately restrained by the young man, and the body fell to the ground with inertia.Looking at the leader standing above, the Central Plains cadres' brains froze - the leader's eyes are very beautiful, and if you look closely, they are different from Mr. Mori.He had never been so close to Mori Ogai, but he could imagine that man's eyes were always calm, and Mori Yuki... the light purple was full of struggling pain.

Like a cut and polished gem reflecting its brilliance under the light, she let go of her hand after changing the depth several times, knelt down on the carpet beside her and said indifferently: "Get up, this matter has changed. "

It's not impossible, she has 1 reasons to get rid of this person and let Rimbaud continue to work for herself without complaint or regret, but in the end she gave up the idea of ​​"replacing him".

Because they will be sad.

That's it?

The thunder is loud and the rain is small, and the tiger starts and the snake tails.

The young man sat up, rubbed his throat through the choker, and dryly offered a useless compliment: "Your physical skills are actually pretty good, practice more when you have time."

Of course she can, it's just that she is more and more perverted as the object of comparison, which makes her look extraordinarily weak.

"Shut up, be quiet!" She glared, and angrily brushed back the broken hair in front of her eyes, and loosened her thick and long hair randomly: "Mr. Rimbaud is living a good life, and Verlaine is also living a good life. This is the fundamental reason why I let you go."

"That guy! Weird thick clothes, weird accent, weird physique, unauthorized approach, unauthorized comfort, unauthorized hugs, and then when I decided to accept the warmth, I insisted on it for a stranger I had never seen before. Die... I hate you, Nakahara Chuya."

The emotion is so strong that it will flow in this lazy and tired form. The purple eyes are looking at the blue eyes, and the white mist is dense in the eyes.

The tranquility was broken by the sea breeze whizzing by outside the window, Mori Yuki turned away his face, hugged his knees and huddled like a child who felt he had suffered a great grievance: "The love I want, the family I want, it's all for You are willing to remain anonymous and even give your life."

"How could I not hate you? All you have to do to persuade me is just the crumbs of begging. You make me feel like a beggar."

Twisting and twisting, the black ball turned around and pointed its back at "Lucky".

"Rimbaud is the one who brought you into this world, and Verlaine is your copy. Rimbaud raised Verlaine and persuaded me to apply for a protection order for you. Verlaine betrayed the European Bureau for you, because you Yokohama, he bid farewell to his hometown and went into exile in various ports. Nakahara Chuya, you have to live well, live like a human being, and you have to be worthy of their efforts."

She propped herself up on the ground, shook her coat casually, and suddenly sighed plainly: "Should I have a cigarette at this time?"

"Mr. Mori...isn't it yours, dear?"

The young man whose brain was overwhelmed by too much information murmured, Mori Yuki frowned and sneered, and took out a lollipop stuffed by Gojo Satoru from his pocket.She tore off the candy wrapper and crunched the candy ball: "A man who slapped his ass and ran away before the child was born for all kinds of reasons, a man who can stand by while his daughter is trapped in a devil's den, a man who takes his daughter A man who is a bargaining chip in marriage, is he worthy of the word 'relative'?"

"Probably Mr. Guangjin cares more about me than he does."

Yuki Mori smiled wryly and shook his head: "I have all the materials about the experiment of man-made superhumans, as well as the information about the former agents of the European Bureau of Abilities, Rimbaud and Verlaine, all of which are originals. Take them and read them for yourself."

She kept her back to the door and waved her hands, letting the cadres back.

Zhong Yuanzhong didn't know how he took the file box from the desk, and he didn't know how he returned to the residence in a daze, killed half a box of red wine, and completely smashed the room. He was taken to the hotel temporarily by the black lizards who were ordered to come. live.

Three days later, the Central Plains cadre, who was pale and almost seriously ill, returned to the chief's office.

"How do you prove that those materials are true? Where did you get them?!"

If these are true, it means that Xiandai and Dazai are lying to him, they conspired to trick him into killing his brother!On the contrary, Mori Yuki, who has always only made him feel stressed, kept the secret and paid a huge price for it.

Who is telling the truth?

The red light smeared and polluted by black radiated from the young man's body, and every step he took on the ground was extremely heavy.Just when someone skipped class and came to Yokohama again, Mori Yuki, who was leaning on his boyfriend's arms to read the documents, patted Gojo Satoru's arm to make him relax, then got up and sat on the table sideways around the desk: "Because I'm extra There is a code name of 'witch', there is no information in this world that can hide from me, but it does not exist yet."

"Wow, is it the strongest in another sense?"

Gojo Satoru touched a candy and put it in Moriyuki's hand. She smiled and lowered her eyes to tear off the candy wrapper. The round and plump candy was stuffed between her lips. After the crisp cracking sound, the girl turned her head and looked at Nakahara Chuya: " You are not unfamiliar with this code name, are you?"

"...you are crazy!"

The leader is a "witch"?Then what happened in the past two years, isn't it because she directed and acted and set up a trap to trick everyone!Zhong Yuanzhong was also shocked, he reacted for a while, and said in astonishment: "No...the age is wrong!"

The witch has been famous for nearly a decade, how old is she?

"That's right, I've been working with my godfather since I was seven years old. The first business I got when I debuted was to sneak into a small royal family with my partner to steal secrets. It's exciting."

Mori Yuki dragged out a copy of the document behind him, and handed it to Nakahara Chuya with one hand: "Since you came to me, it proves that you already have the answer in your heart, and you just need others to help share some responsibilities. Here, this villa is It's yours, don't forget to pick up people at the port on weekends. Also! Save a room for me, or I will cry and complain to Mr. Rimbaud that you bullied me."

"Then I also want to have a room next to Yuki!" Gojo Satoru chased after biting the candy.

The importance of Mr. Rimbaud to his girlfriend has basically replaced the gentleman who moved to the orphanage to fight wits with the orphans.In the future, I have to come to him to beg him, so naturally we have to establish a good relationship early!

Zhongyuan Zhong also foolishly took the real estate ownership certificate, his palms gradually wet with sweat: "So those are all real? I still have relatives in this world, and they are still alive! It was not by my own hands..."

"Great!"

The stability gained through so many years of experience disappeared in an instant, and Zhongyuan Zhong seemed to revert to that rebellious sheep boy in an instant.He took off his hat, put it on again in a daze, and walked back and forth along the pattern on the carpet: "There are still three days left, what should I do first? Yes, yes, right! Let's tidy up the house first!"

He almost jumped and turned around, his eyebrows beaming: "What hobbies do you brothers have? Fireplace, red wine, collection of books, and others?"

Mori Yuki stared at him for several times, but turned his eyes away when asked: "Don't you ask me what hobbies I have? Don't forget that I also have a room at home!"

This time Gojo Satoru was not in a hurry to show his sense of existence, and sat there pricking up his ears waiting for the answer.

"..." Zhongyuan Zhong also suddenly understood the reason for her tangled pain a few days ago, and lowered his head with a little guilt from nowhere: "Sorry, I don't know. Can you tell me? You are always welcome at home .”

Mori Yuki stopped for more than ten seconds without moving, and suddenly opened his hands and turned around and threw himself into Gojo Satoru's arms.The young man hugged her cherishingly. Although he was clamoring to see her back and forth with a smirk on his face, his palm was always in a clumsy protective gesture: "Oh, are you crying? Let me see it, just see it!"

The girl became angry from embarrassment, and almost knocked out an afterimage with her fist - the operation looked fierce, and the damage was less than [-], and she didn't even break the defense.The white-haired boy sneered loudly while leaning back hard, leaving her more room to exert force.

The knocking is neither painful nor itchy, just like a cat punching without claws.

After fighting for a long time and realizing that his efforts were wasted, Mori Yuki pointed the finger at Nakahara Chuya, who was forcibly fed dog food: "Want to find out the leader's likes and dislikes? Hmph! You should give up on this idea, I have already asked people to purchase the needed goods in advance Everything in exchange for the right to reserve the room!"

"..."

"Go buy me a piano and I'll forgive you!"

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

Who else knows the strange attribute of the leader who insists on going around in circles without saying what he wants?The guy who doesn't have a tight mouth is still a shark, and the spread will damage the image of PortMafia.

The heat on his cheeks gradually subsided, and the particularly ferocious leader of PortMafia began to squeeze the labor force of the cadres: "When Mr. Rimbaud comes back, you can follow him to improve the foreign language. English, French and Russian are the basics, and we will talk about other needs. Rimbaud Mr. is a language genius, and he knows some rare languages ​​in some African tribes!"

After finishing speaking, he turned back and knocked on the table: "Next time the shipping cycle, you can get on the boat and follow me around. You are always living on such a small island. Everyone is stupid."

"Okay, okay, I see, you have already read a lot of materials that people stuffed you!"

Unknowingly, Zhongyuan Zhongye's voice became louder and louder, his words and deeds were no longer restrained, and he seemed to let himself go.

He ran away before the leader angrily sent out a new task. The state of the whole person was completely different from before he came in. The guards outside looked at each other in puzzlement.

What's the matter, Mr. Nakahara?

I do not know?

Got money?

impossible!

"Are you in a better mood?" Gojo Wujo, who had been knocked dozens of times by her, laughed muffledly: "Does your hand hurt? Hahahahahahahahahaha!"

Realizing that he had done something stupid, Mori Yuki slammed his forehead against his heaving and trembling chest, shook his head and chuckled a few times, and the guards went outside to report to the public relations officer and his agent to see him.

"Oh, let them in."

It's probably about Ms. Fujiwara's debut plan. This outstanding talent is decisive, and her family is also quite interesting.Knowing that her daughter's marriage failed, she stayed outside and refused to go back. The next day, she directly announced that she would sever ties with Yui Fujiwara. Except for the kimono she wore, it can be said that she drove the penniless girl out of the house. Use this method to force her to obey.

Mori Yuki asked Fujiwara Yui if she wanted to fight for an inheritance or something, she smiled and shook her head quietly - a girl who is not meek and cute is of no use to the family, in the world of magic, all the shining points of a woman are lost in gender .

She doesn't have spells, but she is born with abundant spell power. In the eyes of other families, she is an excellent maternal material, which can ensure that the newborn will inherit the father's spells to the greatest extent.

It's like a surrogacy machine.

"Forget it, what is there to be reluctant to part with those broken bowls and pots? I want to make myself the bright moon that everyone looks up to, and let them lament the missed investment."

Fujiwara Yui answered in this way, so Yuki Mori called the office specifically and asked them to do everything possible to "take care of".As for the interpersonal crisis brought about by the airborne and walking relationship, let her solve it by herself. It is impossible for the specially trained house fighting elites to lose in this kind of place.

The public relations officer brought his agent into the chief's office, and Yuki Mori didn't talk to him too much: "Plan, feasibility report, budget application form, put them here and you can go."

"You've been getting more and more unkind recently." The public relations officer glanced at the young man sitting on the leader's chair and hugging the leader: "If it's just a document, wouldn't it be fine to send it to you directly in the form of OA?"

"Hey hey, that's right!" The manager smiled and rubbed his hands together: "Boss, it's been more than half a year since the MV you recorded last time. Do you think... do you support the new MV?" formed entertainment industry?"

"The personal homepage has been opened for you. You can operate it as you want. The only thing you need is to send out some audio every now and then. Feel free to hum, don't be too strict, just take a break between work."

The agent actively lobbied, and fervently hoped that the BOSS would show mercy and ignore the previous "suspicions" before donating his voice and borrowing it.The new movie released more than half a year ago did not exceed expectations. It never occurred to me that the MV that was continued to be used to hype up the movie's popularity turned out to be very popular.In this 32:[-]-long song, the singer completely turned his back to everyone, without even showing his side face, but he was repeatedly on the topic list.

The ancient and quiet courtyard, the blood-like red maple, the clear and quiet pond, the bleak fallen leaves in the distance and the unique golden sunshine in autumn, all became the embellishment of the girl's side.She stood barefoot in the pond wearing a very plain white dress, her curly long black hair pouring down at will, fish swimming freely at her feet, and birds flying around her, occasionally a girl in the same white dress ran past with a frown, accompanied by ethereal The distant singing sound seems to hollow out a piece of people's hearts.

The more you can't see it, the more you will allow your imagination to extend infinitely.She is like an unreachable lake, which can only be viewed from a distance, but can never be touched.

Untouchable lovers.

Just a back view has vividly expressed the meaning of the MV.

The value of this newcomer was quickly noticed by other entertainment companies, but after a frenzied search, they had to die - she was not someone who could be easily moved by fame and fortune.But it doesn’t matter about our own property. We can open an account on the Internet and hum a few paragraphs if we have nothing to do. It’s also an advertisement, right?

Mori Yuki: "...I found out that I made a mistake."

She lowered her face, her eyes were bright and dark, and the agent she was staring at was startled and smiled even more doglegly: "Hey hey hey!"

I don't hate singing, or my talent in this area is better than others. If it wasn't for the impermanence of fate, I might become a singer or dancer. Mori Yuki looked at the agent for a while: "You have been promoted, go to the personnel department tomorrow report."

This kind of person, who even she can't find a reason to refuse more and more, would be a waste of money if he didn't put a hoe in the personnel department and try hard to dig the corners of other people's houses!As an agent, he is just so-so, with no achievements and no faults, and he is tepid. He must be an excellent HR in the future.

"Poach the agent you think is the best to our public relations officer and Ms. Fujiwara, and then you can enjoy the treatment of a director."

broker:"!"

Scared me to death, I thought I was going to be dragged out to fill the sea!

"Great~ I want to be the first listener!" Gojo Satoru jumped up: "The previous song has been repeated for so long, so it's better to change the taste. Let's hum a part now? I want to record it as a ringtone .”

Seeing the opportunity, the public relations officer was dazed and couldn't believe that he still had an agent who had survived until the day of promotion and left the office, "kindly" not reminding him that there are conditions for promotion.

In the room, Gojo Satoru’s mobile phones were all taken out, and Yuki Mori insisted on humming a song for him, no matter what, even nursery rhymes.

"Children's rhymes? Yes~" Mori Yuki squinted his eyes and smiled and hummed ""Little Crocodile". That family bucket full of resentment.

When I was young, I couldn't wait for the promise to be fulfilled. It turns out that I have already returned to my side after going around.The proud son of heaven hugged the witch who took away his heart with a light touch, buried his head on her shoulder and snickered, and then his face was covered with long hair.

It’s not just from the sky, it can barely count as a 10-minute childhood sweetheart~