My third year of marriage with Tsunayoshi-kun

I heard a rustling sound early this morning, which is not normal for me, my biological clock is very early, and most of the time I wake up earlier than Tsunayoshi-kun.

I opened my eyes with great difficulty, only to see that Tsunayoshi-kun had already changed into a suit and was now arranging his clothes.

He saw me, and leaned over with great energy and kissed my forehead intimately.

"Did it wake you up? Good morning, Huayan."

I glanced outside the window out of the corner of my eye, there was only a little sunlight.

"I have something to deal with today, so I won't go home tonight." I half-opened my eyes, my vision was still blurry, and I only heard Gang Jijun's gentle voice, "Remember to eat well tonight, don't always Thinking it’s too troublesome and then not eating is not good for your health.”

In fact, I really admire Tsunaji-kun a little bit. Yesterday we two were tossing so late, but today he woke up by himself without an alarm clock.

"Yeah." I nodded perfunctorily, and Tsuna Ji-kun burst out laughing. I stared at him for a long time in a daze, but I really couldn't let go of Gangji-kun's messy tie.In the end, I sat up and helped Gang Jijun tie his Windsor belt. When I was straightening his collar, I saw a red mark on his neck.

Tsuna Ji-kun seems to be unconscious... It's not my surprise, he is really confused at certain times, and he doesn't naturally look like an adult male in his 20s.

I didn't feel shy at all, and even bent my lips badly, deliberately not reminding him.

"Come on, work hard, Tsunayoshi-kun."

Gang Ji-jun hugged me, and almost pressed his whole body on me. He buried his head on my shoulder and took a deep breath.

"Charging complete - I'm going out."

After Gang Ji-jun left, I hadn't slept in bed for 10 minutes. I tossed and turned for a while and couldn't fall asleep. In the end, I also got up to wash before dawn.

If Tsuna Ji-kun doesn't go home today, I can just go back to the company.

After I changed my clothes, I habitually walked to the mirror to see if there was anything I didn't tidy up.

After a moment, I stare at myself in the mirror.

From the collarbone all the way to the neck, there are mottled marks, which are continuous and lively. It is almost possible to think of some indescribable life when seeing these marks.

I said why I always felt pain in my collarbone when I just washed my face. Is that guy a dog? !Usually, he has a natural and innocent appearance, like a rabbit, easy to bully, but at night, he completely changes into a different person.

I usually go to work with a white shirt and a black suit jacket, and I don’t like to button up to the fullest, so I always undo one or two.If I were to go out to work like this today, I have no doubt that I would be in the spotlight of the whole company.

I rummaged through the closet for a long time before I finally found a hoodie I bought a long time ago, with a high collar, which at least effectively stops the marks on the back of the neck.As for the front... I silently removed the bun head that was tied high, and placed it on both sides smoothly, blocking the sides of the neck.

This is already the most harmless cover-up I can do in this spring.

After finishing these, I habitually drove the locomotive back to the company.

As soon as I stepped into the company, the people around seemed to be stunned. I kept a cold expression and hurried back to the floor where the office was located.

The result is naturally...a more exaggerated reaction than downstairs.

My subordinates were still buried in their desks, with a lot of work documents piled up in front of them. As soon as I entered, their pupils quivered, and they almost rushed to me with tears streaming down their faces.

Furukawa Haruka burst into tears, and he almost held my hands to express his gratitude, "Senior Kuriyama, you are back, did a meteorite hit Tokyo today or something? And it's only five o'clock in the morning! You're so surprised at this hour!" Here we are at the company!"

I took a step back in disgust, "Don't come here, it's been a long time since I went home and took a bath."

Furukawa Haruko looked at me like a heartbroken man.

I don't know how many jobs the intelligence department has. The perfect realization of 007 will 100% be punished by the public if it is put on the Internet.

And I am the boss, and I have been working at home during this time, occasionally disappearing for a day or two.

The subordinates were not driven crazy because of their wages.

Although I feel a little bit guilty, there is nothing I can do about it. Concealing my identity is also one of my important tasks.

I bypassed Haruko Furukawa and walked straight back to my office.Not long after, Haruko Furukawa brought in a small trolley carrying a lot of documents.

His expression was full of the attitude of "even if you avoid and don't want to face it, the work will not disappear", and he piled up all the documents on my desktop.The desktop, which had little free space, was completely piled up.

Furukawa Haruko and I looked at each other for a long time, and he patted my shoulder, saying goodbye in the same tone as I said goodbye to him last time.

"Senior Kuriyama, in life, there are always some things that cannot be escaped, such as work, such as work, and work. Time is precious, try to finish it today!"

I:"……"

Furukawa Haruko had no intention of pitying me at all. When he opened the door, the office was filled with the frequent and suffocating sound of keyboard buttons entering my ears.

I was in pain, so I had to open the file, glanced at it quickly, and remembered the general content.Mechanically put it into the space of the flower in the palm.

Haruto Furukawa is responsible for most of the important work such as investigation and intelligence gathering, and he is quite good as an intelligence officer.I once suspected that if it wasn't for my supernatural powers, I would probably not be able to be the head of the Ministry of Intelligence.Most of the work I do is to read the information that has been sealed and concluded, and decide whether to report it through self-judgment. Occasionally, I will play the role of interrogating prisoners and ensure the safety of private information.

And this confidential information is also in order, and only information related to supernatural powers will be sent to me.

For example, Jiang Guling's operation was completely illegal, and the department asked for help.Generally, I would never agree to this kind of situation. No matter how magical the palm flower is, it still has a limited space.But he and I were classmates in college anyway, so I'm willing to give him some face.

After I spent the whole morning dealing with the morning's work, I took a few photos of the box entrusted to me by Natsume-sensei and threw it to Haruto Furukawa for processing. What other information such as the mafia stationed in Japanese territory and other information was thrown to After leaving him, I felt at ease in an instant.

He sat back on the office chair.

I stared at the search box on the computer for a while, and finally entered four large characters on the keyboard.

My finger hangs above the Enter key for a long time, but I still can't press it.

【Kokichi Sawada】.

I'm definitely not doubting Tsunaji-kun... Even if I say this, I'm afraid no one will believe it.

The reason why I came back to the company early in the morning is naturally not because I love work. I have long since lost the ability to roll king, and I am as depressed as a salted fish. I don’t want to work if I don’t have to.

The computer in my office has the highest authority in the country, and can directly search humanities files, ranging from all the trajectories of this person in Japan, to information such as the person's admission to higher education, the company, and even whether there is social dishonesty.

But the only flaw is that if I do a search, Tsuna Ji-kun will be temporarily entered into the blacklist that needs to be alerted by the system, and will leave traces on the national intelligence system.Basically, this search ability will only be used when inquiring about prisoners.

When I got married, I entrusted outsiders to investigate Tsuna Ji-kun, and this is also the reason why I did not use my authority to search.

(As for entrusting subordinates, it is almost equivalent to exposing private information in the company. The intelligence officer pays the most attention to his own information. Even our intelligence department occasionally has some little mice sneaking in. In short, it cannot be said to be completely safe.)

The suspiciousness that Gang Ji-jun exposed yesterday was piling up like a mountain. Unless I was blinded by lard and pretended to be stupid, I wouldn't see it, so I didn't know it.

The time of Senior Skylark's intrusion and the time of Flame Man almost coincided -【almost】.

At that time, there were only two robbers outside, Gang Jijun and Senior Skylark, and at this moment the true identity of the flame man was in doubt among the latter two.

In my mind, Tsunayoshi-kun is a weak man with a gentle and considerate temperament. I can't even imagine how he shakes his fist at people.

There are traces of flames on Tsuna Ji-kun’s sleeves. When I came back to the intelligence department today, I checked yesterday’s incident report and saw that there were still pieces of rope that had been burnt by the flames on the ground.

The possibility of him being a flame man is not low——!

The idea of ​​flattery in a detective investigation is very convincing even in front of me who is not a detective.

Eliminate all impossibilities, and whatever remains, no matter how incredible, is the truth.

Not to mention the current state of choosing between the two, the probability that something is wrong with you, Tsuna Ji-kun, is as high as 50.00%.Combined with the evidence on his sleeve, the probability of 25 is suddenly increased, and this probability is intentionally reduced because of my own preference.

In addition, I have witnessed the fighting style of the flame man with my own eyes, and I even think that Tsuna Ji-kun might... Also, is it really possible?Such thoughts were constantly active in my brain early in the morning.

I:"……"

My mood is really quite, quite complicated, even to an indescribable state.

Tsuna Yoshi-kun has something to hide from me, and relying on my sense of smell as an intelligence officer for many years-this matter seems to completely overturn my imagination.

Due to the particularity of my occupation, I was exposed to many times in the early years, and my PTSD symptoms continued to grow explosively.

It was also because of this reason that I was not interested in bumping into men who came to show me my love. At that time, I married Tsuna Ji-kun completely on a whim. It can even be said that the probability of me falling on a blind date that day was 60.00%.

Besides, when I met Tsunayoshi-kun, I was still an ordinary little girl who hadn't awakened supernatural powers, and I was completely useless.

It was a coincidence that I married Gang Ji-kun, I don't believe that Gang Ji-kun would touch me.

When he first got married, he was cramped all over his body and he didn't intend to force me to gain my favorability. It doesn't seem like a lie.

And I said many times during this time that I wanted to help him. If he knew that I was the head of the intelligence department, even though he didn't know my supernatural powers, he would at least know how much power I have. In the end, he never thought of asking me to help him. .

Love doesn't lie.

I can be sure that Gangji-jun did not marry me because of interests, he was willing to spend the rest of his life with me from the bottom of his heart, and I never thought of divorcing him.

I kept recalling the bits and pieces of my life with Tsunayoshi-kun.

then.

There is a veil of mystery that hazyly covers Tsuna Ji-kun's face, shadowy and indistinct.

The husband who has always been transparent, as if within reach, exposed the tip of the iceberg in front of me for the first time in the third year of marriage.

It is waiting for me to make a decision, which is to open and break the current peaceful life with my own hands, which may cause the marriage to fall apart, or to pretend that nothing has been discovered, live like an ostrich, and wait for the time bomb to explode.

The scales in my heart are swinging, waiting for me to make a decision.

Just as I was thinking deeply about what to do, a text message came from my phone.

A sentence appeared on the suddenly flickering screen.

"Is there anything you can do with me? Huayan."

"PS: Some time ago, the mobile phone was lost somewhere, and it was only found by the river today."

The person who sent the message was the culprit who caused me to suffer from PTSD, and he is also my current best friend.

……perhaps.