[Comprehensive] Strategy game of self-delusion

The trust in Mr. Chuya was maintained until standing outside a villa, Lihua said nana, "Mr. Chuya, are you not leaving?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also unlocked the lock with his fingerprint, and the door opened with a "click". He walked in and looked back suspiciously, "Where are we going? Isn't this home?"

[This level is already completely drunk, Mr. Chuya! ] However, what is there to say to a drunk person.

Mr. Nakaya was so drunk, most of it was his own responsibility. Recalling Mr. bartender's complicated expression at that time, Lihua understood what he meant.

Mr. Chuya is like this now, and she dare not let him stay alone. After all, she has seen the terrible destructive power of Mr. Chuya in battle. Lihua followed Mr. Chuya into his house. She whispered, "excuse me."

She changed her shoes, but there were no suitable shoes for her, so she could only step barefoot on the ground, which was covered with a thick blanket, and it was soft when she stepped on it. After getting used to the touch under her feet, Lihua raised her head.

The decoration of Mr. Nakaya's home is surprisingly warm-toned, which looks very warm.

She was still holding Mr. Chuya's coat, hanging it at the door, and closing the door by the way, she walked in.

The orange-haired young man just took off the hat that he seldom took off, and then took off the small black vest, leaving a pure white shirt. opened.

By the time she remembered to stop him, he had already unbuttoned his chest, revealing a large expanse of fair skin, as well as a deep collarbone, with well-proportioned muscles faintly visible.

"Mr. Chuya!" Her loud shout drew back the attention of some young people, he rumpled his hair irritably, but he restrained himself obviously when he looked at her, "What's wrong?"

"...in the living room, it's not good to just undress like this..." Lihua heard her own voice trembling.

She really can't beat Mr. Chuya, so she really feels a little scared.

He sneered, and kept undoing all the buttons on his shirt with his fingers. It was a bit inappropriate to say "unbutton". When it came to the last few buttons, the young man obviously had no patience, so he tore them open with all his strength, and fell to the bottom. There is no sound on the ground

He took off the white shirt and threw it on the sofa. Zhongya Zhongya stared at the girl who appeared on his site with a pair of sea blue eyes, and said in a low voice, "This is my home."

[Of course I know this is your home. ] Lihua thought to herself, fortunately Mr. Nakaya didn't take off his pants in front of her.

Otherwise, when Mr. Chuya regains consciousness tomorrow, he will definitely be ashamed to death, and then he will never even think about meeting Mr. Chuya for a few years.

Zhong Yuanzhong also went back to his room to get his clothes to take a shower, the heat made him feel more drunk, and the hair that started to grow a few years ago is now too long, and it is uncomfortable to stick to his back wetly.

He didn't want to dry his hair himself, so he took the hair dryer and went to the living room.

That beautifully colored girl was sitting on the sofa with a black screen TV in front of her, staring at the front without knowing what she was thinking.

Zhong Yuan also sat down and handed her the hair dryer, "Blow dry your hair."

It feels like Mr. Nakaya's nanny tonight, Lihua is combing his hair with her fingers, while blowing it with warm wind, the air conditioner in the room is turned on a little bit, the temperature is very comfortable to blow on her hands.

More comfortable is hair that gradually dries, soft and smooth, with natural curls.

Just from the back, Mr. Nakaya looks like a girl. His long hair just covers his broad shoulders, and his muscles are too obvious compared to girls. But from the perspective of a man, Mr. Nakaya's body The muscles are pretty nice.

Otherwise, it's unlikely that it would hurt so much when hitting someone...even if you don't use supernatural powers.

The air-conditioning in the room is too strong, and if the hair is not dried, it is easy to get a headache in the morning. Lihua knows this well, and she is very patient, and she doesn't put down the hair dryer until the ends of her hair are also dry.

Rubbing his orange hair with nostalgia, Lihua said softly, "Okay, Mr. Nakaya."

It is already late at night, she dimmed the lights, her eyes were a little sore after working all day, Lihua raised her hand and rubbed it, the young man sat silently on the sofa without speaking, his posture with his legs bent showed an inexplicable petite appearance It felt like the half of his face protruding from the hair looked so handsome and indistinguishable.

Mr. Chuya, this look is so cute.

It doesn't look like a youth at all, it looks like a teenager.

He was just an adult, not a few years older than her.

I heard from other subordinates of Mr. Nakaya that last year, Mr. Nakaya would still say that he was in the growth period. After his adult birthday, he never said the word growth period again.

It's just that, occasionally looking at subordinates who are 'too tall', they will show a little envious expression.

Well, Chuya-san who looks like that must be super cute too.

However, Mr. Nakaya, who is already an adult, can't be described as "cute", but handsome.

She stretched out her hand and gently placed it on his shoulder, attracting his attention, her pair of sparkling sea blue eyes were a little hazy, "Huh?"

"If Mr. Chuya is sleepy, go back to the room and sleep." Lihua said softly.

If she fell asleep, it should not be as destructive as when she was awake, so that Lihua can rest assured to sleep, and then prepare to return to Tokyo tomorrow. Fortunately, most of the luggage was packed and sent back to Tokyo, otherwise tomorrow Definitely can't keep up with the time on the ticket.

Mr. Nakaya put his legs down obediently, and then walked back to the room.

Lihua calmed down and found the bathroom. Mr. Nakaya took a shower on the second floor just now, and the bathroom on the first floor has not been used, so there are clean towels, as well as a washing machine and dryer.

Throwing the clothes she changed into the washing machine, Rika began to take a shower.

I just waited for the clothes to dry during the time of drying my hair. Summer clothes are mostly light and thin, so they dry quickly. When I take them out, they are very hot. It is uncomfortable to wear them to sleep.

But since it's someone else's house, it's fine now.

Only the light in the living room on the first floor is still on, but the brightness is not high. From the stairs to the second floor, it is dark. I wanted to sleep directly on the sofa, but I thought that I might not see Mr. Nakaya for a long time after tomorrow. However, Lihua still planned to say goodbye.

Mr. Nakaya should be asleep by now, so it was her unilateral farewell.

And she was quite worried that Mr. Nakaya didn't obediently go to bed.

Imagining that Mr. Nakaya might be sleeping on the floor, Rika turned on the lights on the stairs and walked up slowly.

There was a room on the second floor with lights on, Lihua walked over, but didn't see the person who should be asleep on the bed, but saw him on the window sill, he looked very young.

"Mr. Chuya." She said softly.

The air-conditioning in the room made her feel a little chilly, Lihua approached him, just when the orange-haired young man turned his head, the window sill was a bit big, covered with a white blanket, he was sitting on it in pajamas, the orange-haired young man matched his complexion Very white, showing a fragile beauty.

This night he called her by her name for the first time, "Lihua."

The drunken Mr. Nakaya's voice and attitude were unbelievably soft, Lihua responded with a smile, then climbed up the window sill and sat opposite him, there was still more than enough for the two of them.

She crossed her arms, but the palm and arm were almost at the same temperature, and she couldn't feel which one was warmer.

Her legs were bent, but she didn't realize that the young man's eyes were fixed on the string of delicate and small anklets. Outside the window were stars, and in such a gentle night, her whole body softened involuntarily, "After I left, Zhong Ye Will sir miss me?"

Of course, she didn't get a response from the young man, and she had expected it a long time ago, "I will miss Mr. Chuya. I will remember what Mr. Chuya told me when I was in the bar just now."

Lihua stated those words, "The essence of the so-called mafia is to control rationality at all costs."

"As a leader, *while commanding the organization, he is also a slave of the entire organization. For the survival and benefit of the organization, he must be willing to commit himself to all kinds of filth, train his subordinates, and arrange them in the most suitable positions."

She paused, and then continued, "*if necessary, throw it away after use. As long as it's for the organization, I'm willing to do even the most inhumane things."

"It's very reasonable, Mr. Chuya." To the drunken person, Lihua can confidently reveal her heart, "I, I still can't do what Mr. Chuya said, and I don't know if I can do it in the future. do it."

"Boss Mori is indeed a very attractive boss. No wonder Mr. Chuya is so sincere to him. I also want a subordinate who is as sincere as Mr. Chuya. Sure enough..." If you don't improve yourself, it won't work, right? .

The words that should have continued were interrupted by the temperature on her ankles. It was the scorching heat of the young man's palms. It was like getting an electric shock when it touched the ankles. It almost made her froze. She couldn't help shivering, Mister Zhong...Ye?"

He pressed her ankle with his hand, leaned forward to prevent her from moving, the curly orange hair fell on her collarbone, the young man hooked the thin anklet with his index finger, and asked faintly, "Who is it?" It's for you?"

As far as the result is concerned, this posture is indeed very useful, Lihua dare not move, the handsome face of the young man is close at hand, she replied, "It was given by a friend."

Then he felt something slipped from his ankle, he held the broken anklet and put it in front of the two people, "Is it a man named Bell?"

One of his hands was still holding her ankle, as if it was a source of heat, transmitting a steady stream of heat, as was the young man's close body, and just getting close had dispelled the cold that had been surrounding it just now.

【It's so warm, Mr. Chuya. 】

She nodded and noticed that the broken place was just on the edge of Bell's name, so it should still be repairable.

She wasn't very angry, after all, this anklet was put on by Bell while she was sleeping, and there was no opening that could be opened unless it was cut off, so it was always worn on her foot.

Moreover, Mr. Nakaya didn't seem to be sober yet. As a result of the two people being too close, he could smell the alcohol in his shallow breath, like the smell of white peaches.

Her gaze stayed on that anklet all the time, which inexplicably made the young man feel annoyed. He put the anklet in his palm, pressed it on the carpet, and leaned forward again, "Don't look at it."

The author has something to say: Chuya: Don't look at it, look at me!

The content in the * number is the content of the third season of "Bungo Stray Dogs". The copyright of the first two seasons is on pptv. I have re-watched it again after I became a member in the past few days. The third season is on station b, and it is currently on the third episode. (The 15-year-old Dazai and Zhongye are both so cute ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh)

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