The days when I was full of question marks in Yokohama

Osamu Dazai is busy with work, so he won't be home for dinner tonight.

Uchiha Wansora was too lazy to cook, so he took Miki to the noodle shop again.

Meiji carefully explained to the noodle maker that she didn't do it on purpose last time, but she just couldn't get used to the coriander in the noodles.

The little brother seemed a bit at a loss, the master slapped him on the shoulder, and said to Meiji: "Thank you for your support to our store! This kid is still far behind."

Miki smiled sweetly at him.

Then, Uchiha Wansora discovered that the amount of meat served this time was twice as much as last time!

They eat happily, and the owner of the store is naturally comfortable. It's a win-win situation for both parties.

By the time Dazai Osamu came home, it was already seven or eight in the evening.

When he entered the door, he picked up Mei Ji who was eating a small cake and weighed it.

"Oh, Xiao Meiji is getting heavier again!"

With a piece of cake stuffed in her mouth, Meiji's cheeks were bulging, her eyes were round and round, and she was dangling her hands and feet in the air like a little squirrel.

"Uuuuuu-"

"Speak slowly~" Osamu Dazai held her by the collar and shook the big squirrel to avoid her beating hands and feet.

Meiji swallowed the cake with difficulty, and said expressionlessly, "You are so annoying."

Osamu Dazai poked her soft round belly and said with a smile, "But it's true!"

Meiji struggled harder, and kicked him as soon as she lifted herself up.Two young children were arguing in the living room.

"What happened to Miss Wankong?"

Uchiha Wansora heard the question from netizen Lan on the phone, and said helplessly, "My boyfriend is back, and he's teasing the kids."

She and Lan were playing a video, without showing their faces, only showing their hands to teach her how to make chocolate.

Uchiha Wansora asked her if she wanted to give it to her boyfriend, Lan denied, "It's not a boyfriend yet."

Uchiha Wansora joked casually: "That should be done soon."

Lan didn't deny it.

Osamu Dazai and Miki had had enough of arguing, and came to the kitchen unsteadily, with his chin on her shoulder.

"Mei Ji is fat like that, Kong Jiang still puts so much sugar..."

Uchiha Wansora glanced at him lightly, and said, "What do you know, good-looking skins are the same, and interesting bellies bounce around."

Osamu Dazai gave a "tsk", "So Sora has a belly too?"

Uchiha Wansora's loose home clothes were suddenly lifted off, revealing a smooth waist, suet white skin, and a few old wounds crawling shallowly

Above, adding a bit of wild feeling.

There is no trace of fat on the tight belly, the shape of the abdominal muscles can be vaguely seen, and the delicate waistcoat line is rising and falling with breathing.

Osamu Dazai was stunned for a moment, coughed dryly and quickly put down the corner of her clothes, patting the folds on her clothes.

"excuse me."

Uchiha Wansora turned around, poked his lower abdomen, and said with a smile: "It's okay, the funny belly is bouncing around~"

"My stomach can't bounce!" Osamu Dazai grabbed her poking hand and retorted angrily.

Uchiha Wansora raised his eyebrows, motioning for him to open it and take a look.

Osamu Dazai tightly grasped the corner of his clothes and pulled it down, with an expression that I will fight you desperately if you come here.

Before leaving, he reached out and rubbed Uchiha Wansora's stomach before running away quickly.

It feels so good!

When taking a bath at night, Osamu Dazai looked at himself in the mirror.

He rarely looked directly at his body, but today he looked at it on a whim.

Then, Osamu Dazai quietly wrapped himself in a bandage.

Mmm, funny belly bouncing around.He consoled himself.

When he walked out of the bathroom door, there was a sweet smell in the air, and he looked at Uchiha Wansora who was making chocolate cookies with a faint expression.

"Eat it?" Uchiha Wansora shook the biscuit in front of him.

The small desserts after dinner have always been made by Uchiha Wansora himself, including but not limited to small cakes, cookies, jelly, etc., accompanied by juices, smoothies, milkshakes and other drinks.

And when Miki and Osamu Dazai sat and watched TV every night, they never stopped talking. Gradually, while the two developed vertically, the horizontal direction also began to change.

Today, Osamu Dazai and Miki both declined the chocolate chip cookie.

Uchiha Wansora just let out a soft "Oh", and curled up in a corner of the sofa with the jar in his arms, looking a little lonely.

Osamu Dazai clenched his fists and staggered his eyes, trying not to look at his girlfriend exuding resentment, and began to think about whether to exercise during working hours.

As for why it is working hours?After get off work is to rest, and exercising is purely torturing yourself.

He flipped through the "Complete" in his hand, and suddenly heard Uchiha Wansora say softly: "Are you really not going to eat it? I think it's delicious..."

Uchiha Wansora, as always, will not ask others to do things they don't want to do, better than her, even if she faces the intimate Dazai Osamu and Miki, she will not lower her figure and act like a baby.

Even if you long for it, just hold the jar and whisper

"Cookies are really delicious".His dark eyes were calm and unwavering, but at this moment, he unexpectedly saw a feeling of grievance and pleading hope.

This character is bound to be wronged outside, but those who care about her will naturally care about it.

Osamu Dazai and Miki looked at each other, and after finding that the other's eyes were not very firm, they both showed contemptuous expressions.

They made eye contact.

Meiji: Didn’t you just beat them to death and refuse to eat them?Changed your mind now?

Osamu Dazai: Eat, eat, eat!You know what to eat when you become fat!

After eye contact, the two raised their hands and took out biscuits from the jar.

"Thank you ma'am!"

"For the sake of seeing Kong Jiang working so hard to make biscuits, I will try it."

The biscuits are crispy and sweet, and you can't stop after just one bite.

After a while, Osamu Dazai stared at the empty jar in front of him for a moment.

Why on earth would he eat it all?

Is his willpower really that weak?

No one could answer his question, and he didn't know the answer himself.

·

"Money, money, it's all for money." Osamu Dazai couldn't help sighing when he saw the news on his phone asking him to go to a meeting in Hong Kong.

A very rich supernatural person passed away not long ago, leaving behind a large inheritance, as high as 5000 billion.

Speaking of 5000 billion, Uchiha Wansora couldn't count with both hands, and asked Osamu Dazai to borrow two fingers.

"...I'm afraid I can build a house with just money." Uchiha Wanzora, who made his fortune selling takoyaki, clicked her tongue. She really couldn't imagine how much money it was.

Osamu Dazai smiled and touched the poor ninja's head.

When this number is unimaginably large, there will naturally be countless people eager to get this money.

A few days ago, the port mafia had started small-scale conflicts with other organizations for this money. Recently, these conflicts have become more and more intense, and have reached a white-hot stage.

And Osamu Dazai, in order to fight for this property, officially began to work day and night, which is a schedule that is very in line with the work and rest of the Mafia.

He was packing up his toiletries. During this time, he would probably have to work overtime until it was dark, and he would not be able to go home in time, so he could only live in the dormitory in Hong Kong and Hei.

Uchiha Wansora came out of the room with two big bags of clothes, including half a bag of bandages and thick winter clothes.

With the memo in her hand, Meiji ticked off every item in the suitcase, and there was already a suitcase in front of her.

Half of it was filled with canned crab meat, instant food, snacks, a box of eggs, and even a small pot for Osamu Dazai.

Regarding this, Miki Yoshisei said sternly: "If you are too busy, don't eat, and the cafeteria is not open yet, Dazai, you can cook instant noodles yourself."

They considered almost every aspect of their lives, and ended up with as many as three suitcases and two handbags.

Finally, there is his little succulent.

When he took the succulent away, Uchiha Wansora gave him thousands of instructions, and even wrote a "Succulent Guide" by hand for him to take away.

Dazai Osamu's succulent has been moved back to its original position on the altar, and the other pot of flowers belonging to Koya has withered.

It didn't look like he was going out to live for a few days. When he left, Mrs. Matsuki asked worriedly, "Is Dazai going to move?"

They explained to her later that they had to live in the company dormitory because of their busy schedule.After hearing that, Mrs. Matsuki turned around and went home to bring another bag of apples to Osamu Dazai.

She reminded: "No matter how busy you are, don't forget to eat some fruit."

The big white cat meowed on Mrs. Pinewood's lap, as if echoing her words.

Osamu Dazai couldn't bring everything there by himself, so he had to call and ask his staff to pick it up.

While waiting for someone, he sat on one of the suitcases and slid and played. When he saw that he was about to fall, Uchiha Wanzo lifted his foot against the suitcase.

Dazai Osamu hugged Uchiha Wansora's waist, and said with a smile: "Sora-chan, please don't miss me."

Meiji watched the black car slowly enter the intersection, kicked his butt from behind, and urged: "The car is coming.

"It's too much, Miki!" Osamu Dazai patted the footprints on his coat, "I'm thinking of Sora-chan."

He stroked his chin and said, "After all, I'm very busy. If Kong Jiang texts me and I don't have time to reply, she will be sad."

"But it's not empty-chan who can't use the rest time to recover."

Uchiha Wansora rubbed his slightly messy hair, and said seriously: "I will definitely not disturb your rest."

Osamu Dazai's smile gradually froze.

He always felt as if things were going the other way.

·

In order to work overtime, many people have returned to the Hong Kong black dormitory recently, but there are only two who are as big and small as Osamu Dazai.

One is him, and the other is his subordinate Tsuruta.

Tsuruta was even more exaggerated than him, with a pillow in his arms.

Tsuruta smiled bitterly and said, "My wife is afraid that I won't be used to the pillows in the dormitory, so she insisted on letting me bring them."

For his remarks, he was naturally beaten by countless single colleagues. He brought pickles made by his wife from home and hadn't eaten them yet.

It was completely divided up by this group of frenzied people.

Osamu Dazai hooked the corner of his mouth, and walked briskly towards his room.

【Reached? 】

Almost just in the dormitory, he received a text message from Uchiha Wansora on his mobile phone.Osamu Dazai fell on the bed, replied to the message, and muttered in his mouth: "Everyone said don't miss me."

He hadn't been out for an hour yet.

Uchiha Wansora reminded him to pack his luggage and belongings, and then open the windows to let the wind out.

His happy mood only lasted until he opened the window to let in the air and saw some dark dwarf smoking a cigarette on the balcony next door.

"Why do you, a slug, live next door to me!" Osamu Dazai smashed the apple core in his hand.

Zhong Yuanzhong was also hit hard, with blue veins popping up on his forehead, he said angrily: "Obviously I lived here first, why would you, a damned mackerel, live next door to me? Could it be that Miss Wankong kicked him out of the house! "

"What's the pride of a single slug living in a dorm!"

Standing on the balcony, the two quarreled fiercely. If it wasn't for the distance between them and the fear of falling objects, the two would fight.

On the night that Osamu Dazai checked in, Mr. Osamu received more than a dozen letters of advice on his desk, all pleading to move the rooms of Osamu Dazai and Chuya Nakahara.

Mr. Da Zuo couldn't help sighing when he saw these sincere opinions.He lived on the top floor of the dormitory, and the dormitory of Nakahara Chuya and Dazai Osamu was downstairs.

His bird frightened them so much that they stopped eating and drinking, what could he do?Who told this to be arranged by the leader.

Mr. Da Zuo sat on the chair and struggled for a while between going downstairs to mediate and finding earplugs to sleep. For the sake of everyone's sleep quality, he chose the former.

He still remembered that the chief had told him that diamonds can only be polished with diamonds.

But Mr. Da Zuo was very worried that the diamond hadn't been polished well, and the people around him would suffer from nervous breakdown due to the polishing process.

The author has something to say: Mr. Da Zuo also has a house outside ~ but in order to work overtime, almost all the staff went back to the dormitory to live.

Struggle is certainly struggle, but life still has to go on~

Zai was inexplicably fattened by feeding.

Zai: No wonder I feel that the bandages are getting consumed faster and faster recently!

The worst thing in the world is someone like Kong who knows how to cook and loves to eat, and also likes to eat with the people around her. As a result, everyone circled around, and her vest line is still there.

But after Zai lives in the dormitory for a period of time, he will lose weight.

There will be more updates today~[-] o'clock in the evening, see you there w