Me and Zhong also are playing each other again

I had a marriage contract with Zenyuan Naoya. When I was seventeen or eighteen years old, it was decided by the family on their own initiative.

I expressed a great deal of dissatisfaction with this, and once considered imitating the feat of my father with a filial son, so that this group of ordinary people who are related to me by blood can once again feel the fear of being dominated by a super magician.

But soon I found out that I could help my mother get more things from the family through the false name of the marriage contract. Those two years happened to be the time when the helmsman died and the family was separated.

And more importantly, I think there is something strange about my father's death, and it is inseparable from this group of people. I also took this opportunity to live in the ancestral house and investigate deeply, but there was nothing special about this matter in the end.

In short, I did benefit from this semi-annual drama, and because Zenyuan Naoya has been unable to be rated as a special-level magician for a long time, my special-level evaluation has also been suppressed for a long time; It is a rare and relatively fair thing, but if Tsurumi’s double special class is confirmed, it will shake the interests of some people, and I am the fiancée of Zenyuan Naoya, this matter is far from what it seems on the surface So easy and simple.

After a few months, I filed for an annulment.

When the engagement was first made, Zenyuan Naoya jumped like a grasshopper and yelled, "What? You want me to marry this woman with no female virtues? It's absolutely impossible in my next life!"

Then he was escorted by the Zhipi people of the Chanyuan to attend the dinner, his face was ashen, and he was as sad as a concubine, as if he was attending a funeral.

And when I proposed to him to break off the engagement, he jumped again and said in an extremely unhappy way: "Why? Do you think I'm not good enough for you? How can I not be good enough for you?"

I:"…………"

are you crazy!

Zenyuan Naoya is also occasionally aware of current affairs - facing the magic tool I brought out, he quickly agreed.

This straight male cancer deserves it, he is 27 years old, he is in his third year, and no one wants him, even the position of head of the family is in jeopardy, so he had to coyly beg me to accompany him to the dinner party.

"You must help me." Chanyuan Naoya re-emphasized confidently, "I will give you benefits, you have to help me."

I sneered: "Make it clear, Chanyuan Naozai, now you are begging me."

Maintaining a disdainful look down, I patted his cheek lightly, and asked lightly, "Young master, it's the same when I cooperate with your father. He has much more power to speak than you, and he doesn't have to bear any burdens." The risk of discovery, so why do I have to choose you?... Tell me, what else can you give me?"

I want him to owe me a favor and give me a promise of weight; although Zenyuan Naoya is a dog, he is extremely arrogant and will not break his promise easily.

After a moment of silence, Zenyuan Naoya, who was supposed to be powerless and furious, opened his eyes wide in astonishment, the glow spread over his cheeks and ears, and his lips moved: "You..."

"You actually..." He was so angry that his voice was trembling.

I had a sense of foreboding and a little nausea, so I took two steps back.

"You actually treat me like a plaything!" Zenyuan Naoya blushed, "He sees peach branches! How dare you!!"

I:"…………"

I twitched the corner of my mouth: "...No, I'm not that picky."

He looked even angrier, but from my disgusted reaction, he also realized that he had misunderstood something, so he pursed his lips tightly.

I walked to the window, and suddenly it rained lightly outside, the sky was overcast, and the rain was sticky.

"It's not impossible." I put my hand behind my back casually, and put forward my own conditions, "I will help you become the head of the Buddhist monastery, so that others can think that we can form an alliance for a short time. You can use your words freely in this regard, but you can't spread rumors that we have men and women. Relationship, after the event is over..."

Zenyuan Naoya listened silently, frowning.

The garden outside the window is beautiful and quiet, and there is a small parking lot underneath. I saw a luxury car pull up and stop, and the bodyguard in a black suit respectfully opened the door of the back seat.

"you want……"

I'm stuck.

Because the person who got out of the car had bright orange hair, and his face was cold and calm; he started to walk towards the door, the sleeves of the coat draped over his shoulders swayed sharply, and the people behind followed him step by step.

I will not admit my mistake, it is Chuya of the Central Plains.

But... is it different from what I imagined?I thought he should be wearing a straight suit and leather shoes to discuss business with elites. What is going on with this appearance of taking his younger brother out of the street...

"What condition?" Chanyuan Naoya interrupted my train of thought.

I murmured: "... Anyway, you owe me a favor."

Then he immediately turned around and went out, and hurried down the stairs; Zenyuan Naoya was a little confused, and followed me quickly, asking where I was going.

When I got to the stairs, I happened to bump into Zhong Yuan Zhongya. When he glanced at me, his expression froze for a moment—what was suffocating was that beside him stood another old acquaintance of mine. .

"Nakaya-kun." I nodded, then looked at the other person, "Sawada-san, long time no see."

Sawada Tsunakichi was stunned, and smiled: "... Tsurumi-senpai."

Sawada-senpai has long since shed his weak and bullying appearance in junior high school. He has a calm and calm demeanor, and his outfits are expensive.He was followed by a few attendants, also wearing black sunglasses, who crowded in the hall with Chuya Nakahara's men, and it was not difficult to see that they had made an appointment to discuss.

I looked at him, then at Nakahara Chuya, and stopped talking.

It was Naoya from the Chanyuan behind me who spoke first: "Hey, don't half-talk, come back quickly."

Zhong Yuanzhong also glanced at him: "Are you here to talk about something?"

"...That's right." I said hesitantly, "Then we'll see you later? You guys are busy. Sawada-kun, let's meet up when you have time."

Sawada Tsunayoshi accepted my polite words with kindness: "Well, definitely."

I was very worried, and when I returned to the private room, I sighed and thought with my chin propped up.

Mr. Zhongye's job is too dangerous. It's fine to deal with the port mafia, but you can't even hide from the Italian mafia?

This kind of worry continued until I had dinner with Zhongya Nakahara, and it didn't go away.

"...What expression?" He smiled slightly, "What are you thinking?"

I pursed my lips: "Mr. Zhongye."

Nakahara Chuya supported me with one hand, watched me quietly and patiently, and silently waited for the next step.

Seeing that I hadn't spoken for a long time, he brushed my cheek with his fingertips, and pinned a strand of black hair that had escaped from the headband behind his ear.

I shuddered slightly.

"Peach branch." Zhong Yuanzhong also laughed hoarsely, "If you want to know, just ask."

I have a hunch that if I ask, he will say anything.

But after thinking about it for a while, I just changed the subject briskly, and suggested: "My mother called you to come to my house for dinner. When are you free? See my brother by the way."

The ease on Nakahara Chuya's face disappeared, and turned into an imperceptible nervousness: "...Then, next Sunday?"

I said in relief: "Relax, my mother likes you very much, and it's not like I haven't met you before."

"...that's different."

"What's the difference?"

Nakahara just smiled, leaned back in the chair very relaxedly, and looked down at my face.

"I also have something I want to know." He stared at me, "Who is that blond-haired man today?"

I've never seen Zhongyuan Zhong also have such a cautious and defensive look, a storm is hidden in the blue eyes under the brow bone; he was very nervous when he asked Gojo Satoru about the relationship with me before, but now he doesn't see the jerky at that time at all.

"Is he important?" I laughed dumbfounded, and explained casually, "It's just an ordinary friend I've known for many years, and the relationship is a little better than a stranger."

Zhong Yuanzhong also gave a low laugh, stretched out his arm and took my hand.

His warm palm pressed against my hand, and his fingers clasped the back of my hand tightly, as firm as he made a promise.

"Tao Zhi." Zhong Yuanzhong also sighed softly, "I only have no temper with you, don't treat me as someone easy to get along with?"

"Hey?"

Along with the movement of lowering his head, his voice suddenly fell down together with his forehead: "...that guy."

An inexplicable sense of oppression hit my face, and I suddenly felt nervous.

"...Chuya-kun?"

I yelled softly, and Nakahara immediately raised his eyes and smiled at me. Amid the soft background music and overhead lights, his azure blue pupils turned into waves at night, caressing my cheeks and shoulders.

His jaw line tightened, his Adam's apple rolled silently, and the shadow stretched across the bridge of his straight nose.

Zhong Yuanzhong also seemed to be smiling, but his eyes were quite cold: "I don't like the way he looks at you."

"It's an eyesore," he said slowly.