Substitutes are not a problem

Chapter57

In the office, after quietly listening to Nakahara Nakaya explain all the absurd things the leader has done in the recent period, Ozaki Koye's face also sank a bit.

The nails of the left hand, painted with gorgeous Danko, tapped the table repeatedly, while the right hand was holding a high-definition photo, and the beautiful phoenix eyes were slightly narrowed, examining the newly popular idol in the photo.

It is indeed quite similar. From this point of view, it is not incomprehensible that Mr. Ogai was fascinated for a while... It is strange, haha.

It would be foolish to believe in a man's affection with all his heart.And to believe in the deep affection of Mori Ogai, the leader of the port mafia... This sentence itself is an untenable false proposition.

Ozaki Koyo can clearly distinguish between business affairs and selfishness.

As the leader, Mori Ogai is impeccable, the best proof is the submission of the port mafia from top to bottom, but as a husband...

One word to describe it is crumbs, even Chuya, who is a hardcore Mori chef, probably can't boast about it.

Therefore, although she respects her leader very much, it does not prevent her from spitting on him in her heart.

"Eldest sister..." Zhong Yuanzhong also frowned, and his face looked quite heavy, "Although I know it's impossible, but if... I mean, if Mrs. Yuan is really still alive, what will she choose? Facing the leader?"

To this question, Koyo Ozaki replied calmly but without thinking: "I definitely want to kill Ogai-dono."

Chuya Zhongyuan: "..." Sister, you are really straightforward.

"Why, do you think these two people can get rid of their past differences and get back together?" Koye Ozaki asked rhetorically.

After thinking about it carefully, Zhong Yuanzhong also felt that...it can't be done, absolutely impossible.

In the end, he could only say dejectedly and anxiously: "But now, we can't just watch the leader continue to act like this. What if we really bring that woman back to the port mafia in the future..."

"As long as it doesn't affect the business of the port mafia, if Ogai-sama really wants to get confused, who can really stop him.

He is a person who believes in science, and he probably doesn't believe in the theory of the soul of the underworld, as long as he is not afraid that Mrs. Yuan will come back to find him on the Obon Festival in some year and strangle him to death. "

Koye Ozaki sneered, and then, looking at the young man she taught earnestly in front of her, "Chuya, you must never become this kind of man in the future."

Nakahara Chuya: "..." Sudden, suddenly felt heavy.

At this moment, the notification sounded from the mobile phone in his pocket, and Zhong Yuanzhong also took out his mobile phone to look. It was a message from his subordinate who had been instructed by him to pay attention to when the leader would return—the leader had just entered the headquarters gate.

"The leader is back." Nakahara Chuya hurriedly looked at Ozaki Koyo.

Koyo Ozaki also understood, and turned on the monitoring system in her office.

In the monitoring screen on the screen, Mori Ogai seemed to be walking towards the elevator with a radiant face. The dangling hair on the top of his head seemed to indicate that he was in a good mood at the moment, and he was even wearing a white suit. Doctor gown outfit.

"Hey, it looks well nourished. No matter how old a man is, as long as he starts to fall in love, he will feel like a teenager again." Ozaki Momiji satirized openly.

He is no longer that kind of ignorant kid, and the grown-up Nakahara Chuya should have bad associations...

The lonely man and the widow get together all night, and the leader doesn't look like the type of pure love, and now he still has this red-faced spirit...

Thinking that there is still a part of the credit for this, even though it was forced, the guilt in my heart instantly became heavier...

However, when Mrs. Yuan couldn't even bring her body back for a proper burial, now he doesn't even have the chance to go to the tombstone to repent!

The image on the monitoring screen could no longer be tracked after Mori Ogai entered the exclusive elevator leading directly to his office, and Nakahara Zhongya hesitated for a moment: "I, still, go talk to the leader..."

……

Chief's Office—

After knocking on the door and getting the answer, Zhong Yuanzhong also walked in. When he saw the scene in front of him... he couldn't help but raise his hand to cover his face.

His respected leader is indeed in a serious state of doing things now, quite serious... seriously taking pictures of the breakfast box on the table.

I saw Mori Ogai taking pictures of the bento on the table with his mobile phone from various angles, and kept asking the opinion of Alice, who was summoned from the side, trying to take the most perfect picture. Breakfast photo.

And Alice was too annoyed for a long time: "It's okay, anyway, Rin Taro's photography skills have become better and better these years, and he can't take any good photos."

"Why is this, Alice-chan, I'm so sad." Mori Ogai, who was still in the doctor's shape, looked more like a middle-aged and depressed uncle who had been hit hard.

Then, he harmed his cadres again, "Ah, does Mr. Chuya have any recommendations for useful image editing filters? I don't know much about this."

Alice also took the opportunity to retort mercilessly: "Rin Taro's mobile phone has long since become no different from an old phone, and Rin Taro has long since become a boring Ogi-san who has lost touch with the world of young people."

"Well...I'm actually only 40 years old, Alice-chan. And my physical condition has always been very good. I don't have all the problems of high blood pressure, blood lipids, and high blood sugar that men of this age tend to have."

"However, Rintaro's hairline doesn't look like 40 years old at all, it looks more dangerous than Mr. Hirotsu's."

"Alice sauce!"

"Ahem, leader..." Zhong Yuanzhong also interrupted in time, otherwise this person with one ability would be endless, "I never post pictures without filters."

As the number one steel straight man in the port mafia, Zhong Yuanzhong also said that there has never been such a thing as photo editing software in his mobile phone.

No, he didn't come to discuss such matters with the leader!

As for Mori Ogai, who was still immersed in his own world, he operated the mobile phone, selected the most satisfactory breakfast photo and prepared to send it, and then added a sentence, and put the mobile phone screen in front of his cadres. Asking for opinions like a little red flower: "Mr. Zhongye, which emoji is better? Is this cute enough? Is it a popular style among young people?"

Zhong Yuanzhong, whose train of thought was misled again, leaned over to take a look, and saw the sentence [I've already had breakfast+Komoji.jpg] attached to the photo.

"Not bad..." Zhong Yuanzhong also commented with his straight male aesthetics.

And after the leader had happily sent the photo and the message under his affirmative opinion, Zhongyuan Zhongye finally came to his senses... Sure enough, the leader has already taken the man down!This has already entered the real couple mode!Lost the kidneys and lost the heart, hey!

Finally, after reorganizing his thoughts, Nakahara put on his most serious face, looked at the man in front of him seriously, and said in a deep voice: "Boss, Ms. Araki Genrina, she is not Mrs. Gen after all."

He is not good at the kind of speech with ten pitfalls in one sentence, and the way he expresses his thoughts is very direct.

What's more, in front of an extremely shrewd person like the leader, he would never waste his efforts to use his small mind.

Mori Ogai, who was originally sitting on the swivel chair facing his subordinates, after hearing this, turned around slowly as the swivel chair turned around, and looked away from the phone, with an unpredictable twitch at the corner of his lips. Smiling: "Is this important?"

Nakahara Chuya: "...?!"

Leader, do you know what you are talking about!

……

Zhong Yuanzhong also walked out of the office in a trance, followed by Alice who no longer wanted to be alone in the same space with the middle-aged uncle, but wanted to come out to breathe and play.

Alice walked up and down, and when she realized that the person who was walking side by side had fallen behind, she couldn't help but stop and look back.

In the dark corridor, Zhong Yuanzhong also lowered his head slightly, and the shadow covered by the brim of his hat also blocked his expression at the moment.

"Alice, tell me...if Mrs. Yuan is really still alive, what will the leader do?"

In the morning, he asked Sister Hongye, who is also a woman, how she would think Mrs. Yuan would face the leader from a woman's point of view.

But now, he turned this question to Alice again, and the leader would choose to face Mrs. Yuan.

No, rather than asking Alice, it's better to say that I'm actually asking...

I saw Alice's exquisite and cute little face showing a chilling expression for a moment, and her possessive desire was not concealed in those jewel-like blue eyes:

"Need to say, of course Lin Taro wants her to come back to him, hold her tightly, and never let go... The traces of himself have completely disappeared in her life, how could Lin Taro allow it."

Alice is a humanoid ability created by Mori Ogai. Everything about Alice is set by Mori Ogai. To some extent, Alice is the representative of Mori Ogai himself.

So, the implication, in a word, is——

she is mine……

……

[Oh, I replied to the message so soon. It's still class time. Is it really okay to not concentrate on listening, Ms. Minamoto Rina? 】

【Chatting with Dr. Mori is much more interesting than listening to lectures. 】

【Be careful, you might be watched by the teacher on the podium now. 】

Looking at the text messages on the phone screen just after he finished sending the photos, Mori Ogai smiled and put down the phone.

Then, he threw the scalpel he was playing with in the other hand towards the dart board hanging on the wall.

"It's time for some strong medicine."

When the voice fell, the scalpel also stuck on the dartboard, but...

"It didn't hit the bull's-eye again."

The scalpel is still a little bit off from the red heart in the middle.