I live in Two-dimensional by sand sculptures

01.

Night fog lingers in the city, and the path of light emitted by street lamps in the fog is different from usual.

The propagation of light in the fog itself is a very interesting proposition. German photographer Lucas Zimmermann once took time-lapse photography of traffic lights in foggy weather. In his photos, the lights are psychedelic and weird.

As now.

Qingyan looked up at the dim lights in the mist for a while, and he was always in a good mood to see novel and beautiful things.

"Well, suddenly I don't want to go back for the time being, let's go out and play."

Irie nodded: "Okay, where is Chiba-sama more inclined to go?"

"Don't you actually object?" Qingyan turned his head, looked at Irie Masaichi under the street lamp, and asked.

Irie Masaichi replied: "Entertainment after work is also a normal thing. Although it is indeed a bit late now, it is already very common compared to what you usually do."

The high-rise buildings in the distance turned into huge beasts lurking in the darkness under the dim moonlight, such scenes are common to Qing Yan nowadays.

Qing Yan: "It's true... But I always feel that it's not good to have fun at this time."

Irie sighed, and said sincerely: "I would rather you have more fun."

"Understood." Qing Yan patted his thigh and said, "You want to have fun with me!"

Irie Masaichi: "...That's not what it means at all! You figured out something without authorization!"

At this moment, Qingyan's gaze began to burn coldly, he raised his jaw slightly, and his voice was sonorous and forceful: "I don't want you to feel it, I want me to feel it."

Irie Masaichi: "Ah..."

Qingyan blinked and returned to normal, and asked: "What do you think of this sentence?"

Irie Masaichi replied: "It's quite domineering. Is Master Chiba planning to use it in future negotiations?"

After hearing Masaichi Irie's answer, Kiyohiko glanced at him sympathetically.

Hey... It's been half a year since I've been by his side, so it's understandable to be like this.

Everyone seems to be more or less influenced by him. Compared with the big guys, how determined Mori Ogai is!

Worthy of being a BOSS!

Although his firm will will prompt him to throw Kiyohiko out of the building.

Now that they decided to go out for a while, they quickly finalized the place to play - the [Harbor] bar under the command of Hong Kong Hei.

The bar is on a freighter, which can be considered ingenious.

Of course, a freighter is not as comfortable as a cruise ship, but the original positioning of the bar is not like a luxury banquet on a cruise ship.

Pushing open the door of the bar, violent and noisy metal rock blows in the face, accompanied by the smell of smoke, alcohol, and figures writhing under the lights.

"Hey, it's really lively." Qing Yan said.

"This bar is one of the most profitable bars in Hong Kong and Hei, second only to Mr. Ozaki's Red Sakura House." Masaichi Irie immediately recited the relevant data fluently.

"I see."

Unlike ordinary bars, this bar is gently undulating along the waves, and the comfortable sea breeze blows in from the windows, bringing a refreshing feeling and dispelling the dull air.

There was an invisible drizzle outside the bar. Because of the rain, the surrounding scenery was blurred.

In the bar is overwhelming music and noise.

This comparison is quite strange.

Qing Yan is not yet old enough to enter a bar, but because of his status, of course no one dares to stop him.

He took a seat in the booth, originally planning to order a fruit beer, but changed to milk when the words came to his mouth.

It's a pity that Irie Masaichi didn't ask him why he didn't ask for milk, otherwise he could sing "The Cowboy Is Busy" openly.This made Qing Yan a little disappointed.

The music was roaring, the crowd was cheering, and the smell of alcohol and tobacco mixed together in the air, arousing people's nerves.

"This is the so-called feeling of dopamine, hormones, or adrenaline soaring." Qing Yan said, taking a swig of milk.

Irie said cautiously, "It sounds a bit like an endocrine disorder."

Qingyan almost died laughing: "Xiaozheng, your ability to complain has also increased."

Irie Masaichi: "I'm just telling the truth, and dopamine is also a kind of hormone..."

Kiyohiko couldn't stop laughing.

He and Irie Masaichi chatted for a while, the phone vibrated, and it was a message from Chuya Zhongyuan:

"are you home yet?"

Only then did Kiyohiko remember that he told Nakahara Nakaya earlier that he was going home to sleep.

Hmm... let's go home after drinking this bag of milk, Kiyohiko thought.

So he replied: "It will be soon."

Unexpectedly, Zhongyuan Zhongye's message came very quickly: "You're as fast as you are. I'm at the booth behind you. Bring your milk to drink." ①

? !

Qingyan turned his head abruptly, looked at Zhongyuan Zhongya and sneered at him with a glass of wine.

!!!

Was caught red-handed!

Qingyan yelled for help in his heart, but his body honestly carried the milk and moved over.

Zhong Yuan is still wearing a black suit, and he should be discussing business, because he is in a standard working state at this time.

Zhongya Nakahara's work status is completely different from when he is free. He is a very easy-going person in normal time, and he is very cheerful and optimistic, and he can joke with others.But once he's on the job, he's a typical mafia boss.

When talking about business with people, his emotions are all restrained in the deepest part of his eyes. At this time, he looks calm, indifferent and powerful.

Seeing Qingyan's heart wandering.

Just now when Zhong Yuan sneered and raised his glass to him, it was really sexy as hell.

"Let me introduce you, Chiba Kiyohiko, I think I just need to say my name." Nakahara Nakaya raised his chin at the person sitting opposite the wine table, "Yamada, a long-term collaborator at the dock."

Zhongyuan Zhong also spoke vaguely, but Qing Yan's heart was like a mirror, which means that the other party is someone from the government.

"Good evening, Mr. Yamada." Kiyohiko nodded slightly to Yamada.

And Yamada over there is already stupid.

It's nothing more than talking about business with one of the top five cadres, but the second top five cadres came, what's going on!Is the other party deliberately intimidating himself?Then there is no need to send two top five cadres!How can he!

"It just so happens that Mr. Yamada is not very willing to the conditions I proposed just now, so you should think about it now, and I will have a private conversation with my colleagues." Nakahara Nakaya said.

Yamada said dryly, "Okay..."

Qingyan: "That's how it is. If I offer Mr. Yamada a glass of wine, it's considered breaking the precept. Mr. Yamada agrees."

"Don't worry, let Mr. Yamada think about it." Nakahara Nakaya said meaningfully and left with Kiyohiko.

Yamada was left alone in the wind.

This is definitely intimidating!Definitely intimidating!

On the other side, Nakahara Chuya directly pulled Kiyohiko into a small space.

"I'm going home soon, I'm going to sleep...huh?"

The voice is lowered, the tongue is pressed against the teeth, and the low voice emits a menacing rising tail.

Kiyohiko stared at the face of Nakahara Chuya who was close at hand, and suddenly said without beginning or end: "Dopamine is a kind of hormone."

Nakahara Chuya's expression was a little confused for a moment.

But he didn't need to be confused soon, because Qing Yan grabbed his neck and kissed him.

The sweetness of the milk doesn't quite match the aggressive kiss, but the contrast is all the more confusing.

And actually pinched his throat... Zhong Yuanzhong also laughed back in anger, he easily pressed Qing Yan's hand against the wall: "What's wrong?"

Qing Yan thought for a while, nodded: "Yes."

Whether it's hormones or dopamine, in short, he is now dazzled by the ambiguous atmosphere diffused in the small space.

Sparks bloomed from the touch of the fingertips, and then ignited some kind of impulse.

The scorching heat burned the skin, and Gu Qianwang eroded into the bone.

The slight pain made the nerves sharper, panting violently, fingers clenched the corner of the other's clothes, and the eyes inevitably became a little wet.

Tried to say something, but was swallowed into a babbling gibberish by the constant kisses. ②

The hand was pressed against the wall by Zhong Yuan, but the feeling of pinching his neck and kissing just now was really good.then-

"Damn it." Chuya Nakahara gritted his teeth and slapped Kiyohiko's third hand against the wall.

Qingyan was a little surprised: "Hey, teacher, you can still kiss."

"...Why can't it be done." Nakahara Chuya continued, gritted his teeth, and then kissed him forcefully.

While expressing deep admiration, Kiyohiko kissed seriously.

It faded away shortly after.

Looks like there's still work to be done.

When the two came out of the cubicle, Zhong Yuanzhong also had a wild and aggressive aura, and he looked quite difficult to mess with.

Yamada was suspicious at first, but when he looked at Nakahara Chuya's appearance, he thought that if he didn't agree, the other party would just violently kill people, so he quickly agreed to the Hong Kong black side's treaty.

So a negotiation ended like a child's play.

To this, Qing Yan shyly said: "I am really your little lucky star."

Zhong Yuanzhong also crushed the cup in his hand expressionlessly.