I write dog blood in Yokohama

My heart suddenly became vigilant.

"Sorry, I don't understand what you are speaking."

I wanted to put away the black leather wallet on the spot, so I dodged back and managed to avoid the fluffy head stretched out by Osamu Dazai. I shook my head expressionlessly, which attracted Ango Sakaguchi to complain mercilessly: "No, this is obviously the look in the eyes that understands the general meaning but is avoiding something."

"Because my salary card is still in there." The brown-black-haired boy who leaned forward didn't let go of this topic. He seemed surprised why this thing was in my hand: "If Xiaojiao doesn't believe it, you can open it." Look, it's dark green—the card number is 211×××××××××."

Ah ah ah ah ah!

I don't listen, I don't listen!

Osamu Dazai was clearly reporting the number. Even if I didn't understand the specific words, I knew he was confirming the bank card in his wallet.

How could it be, it was obviously picked up by me on the bridge over the river when I just crossed.

My heart couldn't help but fell into contemplation.

The word river seems to be able to explain everything. At that time, I just met the male god Chuya. The other party seemed to be calling someone, with an anxious look on his face. After I ran away without looking back, I was in the nearby river. Found the wallet.

No, not right!

Anyway, if you find it, it's yours!

"Ah, by the way, there is a hidden compartment in the wallet, right?"

"My wages for the past two months are all in that mezzanine—ah, I never expected that I would be picked up by Xiaojiao by such a coincidence..." Osamu Dazai was still chattering, and the slender man who was not wearing a black coat Thin shoulders squeezed over, and my mood was tormented. I couldn't bear to press his head to prevent him from looking at him: "No, you read it wrong."

When I stretched out my hand, I felt a little rude again.

After all, this guy is my boss. Is it a bit rude to push his forehead with your hands? I’m a little nervous. The moment I met the boy, I subconsciously changed my movements and unconsciously stroked him. Touch his hair.

After doing this, we both froze.

awkward.

The black-haired boy suddenly withdrew his body at some point, leaning on the bar with one arm, the curiosity on his face had disappeared, his tea-brown eyes stared at me without blinking, and then he closed his eyes:

"Well, if that's the case, let's put it in Xiaojiao's hands."

……

what!

Did he mean to put it here with me? My embarrassing mood immediately changed, and there was light in my eyes. I didn’t understand it wrong, did I really not take it back?Then, the salary card inside can also...

If it's an ordinary person's card, of course I won't use it, but if it's the boss's card, it's different.

"Ah, whatever you want, anyway, I haven't seen my wallet for a long time." Osamu Dazai said indifferently, as if he guessed what I was thinking, "But I have to pay the bill later."

"..."

Oda Sakunosuke, who had witnessed the whole process, had no idea, and felt that it was good for the two of them to be happy, but Ango Sakaguchi had changed his mood from "Is this really okay?" The rumors that have been circulating in the interior recently are all true.

In the end, I successfully got the password of Osamu Dazai's salary card, and I settled the bill for them, and my feet were floating when I went home.

***

After returning home without any hesitation, I called the Port Mafia's finance department directly.

"こんにちは, ここは Finance Department desu."

There was an unfamiliar female voice on the other end of the phone, who seemed to be saying hello, I cleared my throat, and immediately said in broken Japanese: "Kuu you dick."

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