I write dog blood in Yokohama

I decided to join the enemy.

It’s not me, my current identity is really too embarrassing. If I want to go back to the special agent department, I will lack memory. The identity of the mafia who stayed in the port is a hidden bomb. In this way, white is not white, and black is not black. , sooner or later there will be no good fruit to eat.

Considering my mission after crossing, staying in Yokohama is the only positive solution, and leaving the port mafia is not a good choice.

Having decided on my future plans in my heart, I silently put away the portrait of a certain red-haired boy...

That's right, after drawing for a whole noon plus a few hours in the afternoon, I finally finished the portrait of the male god Chuya. The direct superior who was lying stiff was trying to take a curious look at the result, but I frantically stopped him with a guilty conscience. Holding the portrait and eating it into the stomach.

Nonsense, can I show it to the other party? In order to achieve 70% of the effect, I... Cough.

In short, Zhong Yuanzhong was also suspicious of this, but he didn't hold on to it, and then took me to dinner, oh, it might be more accurate to describe it as afternoon tea than dinner.

One couldn't hold back and ate three plates of hamburger meat. I was so full of food on the spot that I couldn't even walk. In the end, I was reprimanded speechlessly by the red-haired boy, saying that he would definitely look at me next time and not let me eat so much.

"Senior Zhongye, it turns out there will be a next time."

I said happily: "You are so kind."

"...You guys really have to make progress with a little bit of color." Zhongyuan Zhong also gritted his teeth, and said with a warning face: "Don't be an example!"

***

After returning home, I remembered that I had broken the crooked mouth dragon king for several days, so I reluctantly opened the novel website and updated a chapter meaningfully.

To be honest, after the leading actor Zai Zhita revealed his identity, I suddenly found that I had nothing to write about.

The inexperience of not having written a male channel makes me regret endlessly. I shouldn’t have exposed my identity so early. No matter how you say it, I should delay him for thousands of chapters. All the slaps in the face are over, and those who should be slapped are also beaten. There is really no plot to continue slapping the face to pretend to be fat.

In other words, I got stuck.

Sure enough, I'm still too immature, so I'd better get back to my old job and write something I'm good at, or else this article should be discontinued...

So I simply let myself go, and started jb writing that Zai Zhitai became the sea cucumber dragon king, sitting on all the resources in the world, but even so exquisite and beautiful, Ice Crystal Tears Diezi still didn't like him, and clamored for a divorce. When the husband sees——

A coward would be stabbed even if he touched the soft cotton, so he dared not take that step forward.

Zai Zhitai has already got what he wants, status, fame, and three thousand beauties in the harem, but that woman still refuses to look back at him, which makes him live in pain every day.

I am also afraid of the step I may take cautiously. The moment everything is obtained, it also means loss.

"Tear Butterfly..."

The brown-black-haired man carefully touched Bingjingleidiezi's slender hand, but was knocked off by the other party with cold eyes: "I hate you!"

I hate you... what a heart-wrenching word.

Obviously it is such a cruel word, but after hearing her words, Zai Zhita was inevitably relieved, and even felt disgusted, because this is the attitude he often deals with, and he feels most at ease emotion.

He, Zai Zhitao, once thought about annihilating the Bingjing family, and also wanted to take possession of this woman who gave him a face at the beginning, but when he really had everything, he found that he couldn't take that step towards her. .

That's it, and that's fine.

That night, Zai Zhitai, who was lying on the bed, looked at the beautiful woman beside him, maybe he would be like a coward for the rest of his life, standing here watching her quietly, guarding her, retreating further and further away .

However, Bingjinglei Diezi, who was sleeping soundly, suddenly burst into tears, reached forward with both hands, and sat up suddenly from the bed!

"Tear Butterfly? What's wrong with you?" Zai Zhi looked at her so forbearingly that he didn't even dare to reach out and touch the woman's soft skin.

"Aji?"

The ice crystal tear dish looked at the man in ecstasy, beautiful tears kept running across his cheeks, raised his delicate palm to gently stroke his picturesque eyebrows, and wept sobbingly.

Zai Zhi looked at him in shock: "You, what did you call me?"

But Bingjinglei Diezi tore off the divorce agreement on the bedside table, threw herself into Zai Zhita's arms, and cried, "Husband, hug me!"

Yes, her Ice Crystal Tears Butterfly was reborn.

In her previous life, she didn't know people clearly, so she listened to the bad guys' slander and mistook Zai Zhitai for the villain who harmed her parents. In this life, she will never make mistakes again!

If Zai Zhi is too scared, she will hug him; if Zai Zhi wants a divorce too, she will tear up the agreement;

The author said if he had something to say: If you want to know what happened to Diezi Bingjinglei, welcome to read the author's next novel "Rebirth and Return: Domineering President's Pets"

***

Immediately after publishing the last chapter, I marked the book as finished.

Unsurprisingly, the comment section received an extraordinary number of bad reviews. Hey, I closed the page as usual, and felt very happy that I had finished a book.

After the publication, I couldn't help but fell asleep. I didn't even receive the birthday wishes sent to me by the male god Chuya at 12 o'clock in the evening. For the book The Undefeated Dragon King, their company has even contacted the main comic writer.

The next morning, when I woke up, I was stunned by surprise. I quickly discussed the location of the interview with editor Watanabe, and called Nakahara Chuya by the way.

"owei."

It took a few seconds for the phone to be picked up. The young man seemed not to have woken up, and his voice was a little low and magnetic.

"Senior Chuya, I received your birthday wishes." I didn't pay attention to these, and said to him happily: "Thank you, really, good...suki!"

Damn it, forgive me for not being able to think of other words to replace my satisfaction and happiness.

"...Well." Nakahara Chuya's voice was a little unnatural, and he paused for a few seconds before continuing: "If you don't have any plans today, then I can take you out for a stroll, after all we..."

"Hayi, Hayi~ She already has a plan! Then bye."

Before the ochre-haired boy finished speaking, or in other words, before I could react to the current situation, the mobile phone was snatched away by a bandage-wrapped palm. Relentlessly hung up the phone.

I:……

what the hell? ! !

He stared wide-eyed at the black-haired boy who suddenly appeared at his home. The boy was not wearing that black coat today, but was wearing a clean suit and shirt with a vest. With one hand in his pocket, he looked at me with a downcast smile : "Yeah, Xiaojiao."

"are you awake?"

I kept my face paralyzed, feeling that my heart must be suffocated: "Mr. Dazai, this is you, breaking into a private house."

"Xiaojiao's Japanese has improved a lot, she can even break into a private house." The handsome black-haired boy sat down on the sofa as if he hadn't heard it: "And he's so cunning, and he communicates so well with Zhong. Frequently, I also want to accompany Xiaojiao on her birthday and say—"

Because the male god Chuya is now my direct boss!

Are you!You tm are not now!

Before I stood up, rubbed my eyes and stabbed at the other party, Osamu Dazai began to visit my house curiously: "Speaking of which, I have never been here before, Xiaojiao's house looks a little bigger than expected , the family is also very..."

Having said that, the black-haired boy paused strangely for a moment, as if he could not praise his cleanliness against his conscience.

I... I was pinched by the lifeline all of a sudden.

Come on!What's the mess at home?I reiterated for the Nth time that I am really lazy. I was so lazy that I didn’t want to memorize the fifty-tone chart even with translation software when I first traveled. I didn’t bother to clean up the painting tools I took out yesterday. When I got up in the morning, I never folded the quilt. After taking out the soy sauce in the kitchen, I didn't even bother to put it back, so I just put it directly on the table in the living room.

Help.

When the male god Chuya came here yesterday, he was considered neat, but now he is completely blind. I hang my head in shame... No!Isn't the problem now a certain black mud spirit and former boss breaking into private houses? !

I looked up at the clock hanging on the wall, it was 6:30 in the morning, and Osamu Dazai was sitting on the sofa in my house strangely, looking at me with a smile without seeing anything, I even suspected that I was having a nightmare now.

I remember that I was so tired of typing last night, I fell asleep on the sofa, wait... My novel page should be closed!

I anxiously glanced at the laptop screen in my heart. It was black, and it had been black for a long time. I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. By the way, I bought this computer with Osamu Dazai's card, hehe.

"Huh? Is there anything in Xiaojiao's computer?"

The black-haired boy sitting next to him suddenly made a sound and looked over keenly. I was so scared that I quickly grabbed his sleeve and whispered: "Take your card, I bought it."

Dazai Osamu: "..."

The black-haired boy was silent for a while, and stood up from the sofa with his expression unchanged: "Forget it, don't look at me like this, actually I also prepared a gift for Xiaojiao."

"Eh?"

"Well, anyway, it's much better than sunscreen." Osamu Dazai casually picked up the small white bottle placed on the coffee table, and stared at the instructions on it with his left eye that was half entangled and exposed.

...The hand cream that Ango gave me was dissed.

That's right, I opened the gift given to me by Ango Sakaguchi in time yesterday. I don't know if it was because I mentioned "you can see the light" that day, but the other party gave me a bottle of LAMER sunscreen. Expensive batch.

For the sake of money, I couldn't help but speak for a certain Tucao servant: "That one was given by Mr. Anwu."

"It's very useful, it can be used for missions, and it can be used for sun protection when applied on the body."

"Really." The black-haired boy's tone was light, his expression showed no joy or anger, and he lazily put the little white bottle back on the table, asking quietly as if suspiciously: "Is it really easy to use?" ? It obviously can't even help itself—"

"what?"

Looking at the other party suspiciously, I picked up the small white bottle that he put back, and glanced at the instructions written in Japanese on it, the most conspicuous of which was the sentence in the middle——日光に从たらないように阿い, ところに护箱してださい。 (Please keep it in a dark place and keep it away from sunlight)

I:……

This is sophistry!

"Well, don't pay attention to these small details." Osamu Dazai didn't stick to this topic, with a familiar smile on his face, and his tone was light: "Xiaojiao, go and clean up. As an apology for scaring you, I will bring you today." You have fun!"

"Oh."

I looked at him in complete disbelief, wondering what kind of hole this black mud spirit had dug for himself. Could it be that Akutagawa ambushed himself after this or something...

I went to the bathroom to wash up, and put on the beautiful hairpin that the male god Chuya gave me yesterday. After thinking about it, I just put on the floral skirt from yesterday and walked out beautifully.

Osamu Dazai's eyes fell on my hair rope, and his eyes only passed for a moment, then he walked over with a smile, took the back of my hand and kissed lightly: "Then, this beautiful lady, let's go now .”

I:? ? ?

What's wrong with him?

I was taken out of the room by Osamu Dazai in a daze. The handsome black-haired boy was beyond my understanding of him along the way. He behaved humorously and interestingly. He had already found a place to eat in advance, and my eyeballs almost fell out of shock.

The day went by so fast that I couldn't catch my breath.

Finally, after dinner, when I was taken to the beach for a drive, I couldn't hold back Osamu Dazai's arm, stood on tiptoe, raised my hand through the boy's fluffy and slightly curly black hair, and touched his Forehead: "Well, are you okay?"

It doesn't seem to have a fever either!

"You're so rude, Xiaojiao, you doubt my sincerity so much." Dazai Osamu said dissatisfiedly, handed over the glass prepared in advance, helped me pour some low-alcohol wine into it, and raised the glass to clink glasses pose: "And don't you think the night view here is beautiful?"

"It's a good place I found when I committed suicide before—"

I took the wine glass suspiciously, sniffed it, and after finding that there was nothing wrong with it, I lightly touched the other party, and drank the red wine in one gulp to quench my thirst: "You didn't really give your heart, did you?"

Having said that, I feel a little sad in my heart.

Sitting on the chair prepared by the other party in advance, silently looking at the night scene in front of him, the silvery white moon lightly sheds a thin layer of light on the undulating sea, and the sound of sleep-promoting waves lingers in his ears. On the contrary, the quiet atmosphere can stir up some small ripples.

Realizing that there was nothing wrong with the black-haired boy, who was quietly looking at me with his eyes lowered, those deep iris-colored eyes still bottomless, I suddenly felt an indescribable sadness: "Okay bad."

"Obviously I have prepared so much content, such as shopping, restaurants, and night scenes, Mr. Dazai suddenly treated me so well. On my birthday, he was so gentle that it completely overturned everything before today."

Looking up at the young man looking back at me, I pursed my lips: "You will give me the illusion that I am being cared about."

"But you just thought it was fun."

"Actually, I don't like me. I just did this on a whim. I just thought it was interesting and I did it. I didn't even understand the meaning of this. I don't know the purpose of your doing this."

Let’s be honest, I’m human too.

Is a very normal ordinary people.

No matter how well you know the plot of the original novel, no matter how well you know their characters, you will still be very sad after being constantly tempted and accepting black mud...

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but my eyes were sore, I lowered my head slightly, feeling sorry for my current mood: "Although..."

"Mr. Dazai is very bad."

Little by little, all the fragments of today's experience flashed through my mind. It was an extremely pleasant day that was completely out of the situation. Although I knew that the other party might have done this out of pure fun, I held the wine glass in both hands, Blowing his nose, he still lowered his eyes and said seriously: "But, I'm really happy today."

"Thank you, senior."

Quiet.

The only sound in the air was the sound of the sea breeze beating the waves.

The black-haired boy who hadn't opened his mouth seemed to sigh softly. He stood up with a slender body and leaned over slightly, "Are you finished? Xiaojiao."

"Unfortunately, I haven't been free enough to escape the mission that the Boss gave me and ran here—"

"I didn't do this just because I thought it was fun." He stared down at me, his iris-colored eyes didn't know what he was thinking, and suddenly stretched out his hand, and the cool fingers wrapped in bandages lightly touched my cheek, The voice rang softly beside her ears: "Xiaojiao is drunk, can such a low degree be okay?"

Nonsense.I turned my head in dissatisfaction, trying to avoid the other party's fingers, "I'm not drunk."

"Roms rompers."

The young man's gentle tone remained unchanged, and he just used the current posture to fix my body, sliding his fingers back along the cheeks, stroking the hairpin in my hair lightly: "Then Xiaojiao also thinks that this flower head flower is super cute. Ugly, right? Don’t worry, I’ll replace it for you.”

I didn't even have time to hear what Osamu Dazai said. I just felt as if the back of my head was touched by a broad palm full of juvenile feeling. Someone picked off the braided hair, but then...

There was another crisp "click" sound, as if a new hairpin had been pinned to the back of his head.

"Happy Birthday."

The warm voice was attached to his ears, and the breath from the other party could even spray on his neck and ears.

I touched the back of my head a little dullly, realized something belatedly, quickly took back the flower hairpin that the other party had taken, and held it cherished: "No, no."

If it is taken away, you will definitely be scolded, uh, who would scold yourself...

"Can't you?"

Osamu Dazai lengthened his voice regretfully. The boy's nasal voice seemed to have a kind of magical power. His expression seemed to be very dissatisfied, but his tone was still very gentle and he said: "I clearly said that if the other party is afraid, I will hug you actively." The other party', it's obviously Xiaojiao who went too far."

Just kidding, when did I say...

and many more.

My mind, which was dizzy from the sea breeze, inexplicably cleared up a lot. I didn't understand what Dazai was talking about, and I subconsciously widened my eyes a little. I turned back to look at him in surprise, and suddenly felt the hairs on my back stand on end.