[Comprehensive] Those years when I was a twenty-five boy

"Mr. Liu Lang, I want to learn how to smoke." I went around to Mr. Guangjin and looked at him with great interest, "Teach me."

"Huh?" He subconsciously frowned, and replied disapprovingly, "Lena, this is not a good habit."

Eh~ He obviously smokes himself.I still insisted, "I want to try it. I'm a mafioso. Of course I have to smoke, drink, get tattooed and burn my head."

"...There is no such thing in the Mafia." Mr. Hirotsu still objected, but sighed at my insistence, and took out the cigarette case from his pocket, which was the one I had given him.

"Don't force it." He took out a cigarette and handed it to me, "Be careful of choking."

I imitated him by holding the cigarette between my index finger and middle finger, and held it in my mouth. I let him come closer, and put one hand next to the lighter to light it for me.

The moment the cigarette lit up, I took a deep breath...and choked. "Cough, cough, cough." I subconsciously put the cigarette away, coughing until tears fell.

"There is no need to learn this kind of thing." He said calmly, took the lighted cigarette away from my hand, and crushed it directly into the ashtray.

"But--"

"Why do you suddenly want to learn to smoke?" Mr. Guangjin looked at me with the wisdom and composure accumulated over the years.

"Because it's cool to see other people smoking, and so is Mr. Liu Lang. Although you don't often smoke in front of me, I still saw you at work. At that time, I felt that you had the charm of an adult." I felt a little aggrieved , "I also want to prove that I have grown up."

"Don't be so anxious." He stretched out his hand and rubbed my head, his voice was soft and slow, like a trickle of water, "Lina, you can grow up slowly."

"Take your time, I will grow up with you slowly."

I also want you to watch me grow up, but it's hard.

Changing the subject in due course, I came up with a new idea, "How about we go to the bar?"

Guangjin Liulang: ...

"The only time I went to a bar was to drink tomato juice, this time I must drink." I was a little bit annoyed, "Just drink myself, cheers Glenlivet."

"...when have you ever been to a bar?"

"It was a long time ago, and I met Dazai... No, it's nothing." I paused, realizing that this man could no longer be mentioned.

"..." Mr. Guangjin sighed suddenly, "I see, I'll take you to the bar tonight, you should know your limit for drinking."

The bar played soft music, we picked up a hat rack in the corner, raised our glasses and clamored for another bottle.

I looked up at Mr. Hirotsu, and whispered, "This Chuya-sama is drunk, why don't we—"

Mr. Hirotsu: ...

"Who's drunk?!" The young man Chufa raised his head immediately, squinted his eyes and looked at us. It took a while before the smell of alcohol faded, and he suddenly realized, "It's you."

"When did you come back again?" Zhong Yuanzhong also rubbed his temples, leaning on the back of the sofa chair, he seemed to wake up a little bit, "You still ran to the bar so blatantly, the mission is over?"

"No, I got the task of the winery." I sat next to Mr. Hirotsu, lifted the scattered wine bottles on the table and put them aside, "I will stay in Yokohama for more than half a month. .”

"You're quite free." Young man Chu Fa hiccupped, raised his glass, and shouted, "Open another bottle of Petus."

Huh - alcoholic.

"Do you have any favorite cocktails?" Mr. Hirotsu looked over and asked for my opinion.

"Glenlivet with nothing added!" I responded excitedly.

"Do you guys know how to drink?" Zhongyuan Zhong also looked over in a daze, and suddenly shouted, "Hahaha, come on, let's see who drinks more, I will let you cry and go back to find Dad."

"...?" Although I have always heard that Zhongyuan Zhongye is not good at drinking, and he will go crazy when he is drunk, and I have barely seen it a few times from a distance, but seeing it from such a close distance... Tsk - drunkard, I hate it .

"Don't worry about it." Mr. Hirotsu was very calm, closed the menu and handed it to the waiter, "Open a bottle of Glenlivet for 15 years, and add some desserts to accompany the meal."

Glenlivet is golden yellow, with balls of ice suspended in the glass.I took a sip, feeling like I couldn't appreciate the taste.

"How?" Mr. Hirotsu asked.

I frowned and thought for a moment, then answered uncertainly, "A little strange?"

"You're not old enough to drink." Mr. Hirotsu patted my head with a smile, "When you grow up a bit, you'll know how to appreciate all kinds of wine."

"But Chuya-sama is about the same age as me, isn't he drinking too?" I looked up at Zhongya Nakahara, he was pouring wine with his head up, the red wine was flowing down the corner of his mouth, past the choker The collarbone is sunken into the collar.

Oh hoo!

I immediately covered my nose.

"?" Mr. Guangjin looked at me suspiciously.

"It's nothing." I stood up abruptly, "I'm going to the bathroom."

I didn't expect that there would be a day when I would be seduced by Chuya Nakahara's beauty. I think I need to calm down.I went to the bathroom to wash my face, but as soon as I went out, I saw Nakahara Chuya with his face full of steam. He probably went to sober up.

"Lord Chuya," I half-ran over and followed him, "I haven't congratulated you yet on becoming a cadre."

He rubbed his temples and replied, "It doesn't matter about this kind of thing."

As expected of a boss, if I became a cadre, I would definitely wish to set off firecrackers for three days and three nights in the Supernatural Secret Service Division, so that everyone will know that the two or five boys you sent out are doing well.

...Although it will definitely be stopped by Ango-senpai.

"By the way, who is your direct subordinate now?" I asked pretending not to care, although lemon juice was bubbling in my heart, sour lemon juice.

"Huh?" Zhong Yuanzhong also showed an arrogant and somewhat puzzled expression, "What are you talking about?"

"I said, who is your direct subordinate now? Do I know him?" I slowed down my voice and repeated it word by word.

He was silent for a while, as if he was completely awake, he raised his hand, knuckles bent...

"Oh! Why did you hit me!"

"You bastard, you can't remember things unless you teach your brain a lesson." He knocked viciously several times before showing a slightly nasty smile, "Do you remember now?"

"Don't, don't hit me, I know!" I covered my head and muttered aggrievedly, "How do I know that what you said at that time was to comfort me or you really thought so."

"Do I look like the kind of good person who can comfort people?!" Zhong Yuanzhong was also dissatisfied, "I'm a mafia, so I wouldn't do such kind things, of course I think you are capable enough to ask this question ah."

"It says in the book that you can't believe a man in bed. I think the situation at that time was similar."

"It's almost there, what is going on in your mind?! Also, don't read those messy books from now on!"

I looked at him and asked sincerely, "Master Chuya, can I give you a hug?"

"...What the hell are you thinking?!" He paused before saying indescribably, "I don't think I can keep up with your rhythm."

"You can just say yes." I hugged him, sniffed, and suddenly felt a little emotional, "I always feel at ease by your side, even though I'm a dwarf... ah!"

"You guys don't feel happy if you don't want to fight, do you?"

I'm not I didn't stop talking nonsense.

I let go of the other party, and suddenly I scanned a label from the corner of my eye, and immediately woke up.

"It's someone from the organization." I lowered my voice, "Maybe they want to spy on the completion of my mission."

"Do you need to kill him?" Zhong Yuan paused and frowned, "Just kill him?"

"No, the organization might suspect me like this. I have other ways, but I have to trouble Mr. Zhongya to cooperate with me." After I finished speaking, I pressed him against the wall, stroked his face with one hand, and pressed my thumb against him His lips leaned forward and kissed his thumb, forming a misalignment, making the bottle of real wine think that he was kissing Zhong Yuanzhong too.

Nakahara Chuya opened his eyes wide and stared at me blankly.The light was too dim, and I couldn't see whether my figure was reflected in it. I only felt that his eyes were slightly purple, like datura flowers.

Probably there is, I think.

Out of the corner of his eye, he was always paying attention to the bottle of real wine. He seemed to be taken aback, and quickly disappeared around the corner.

"I'm offended, Chuya-sama." I let go of the other party, and swept around the corridor to make sure that no one passed by for the time being, so I breathed a sigh of relief.

After I finished the investigation, I found that Zhong Yuanzhong also seemed to have been silent. I turned to look at him, and he seemed to be stunned, looking at me all the time.

I:? ? ?

"No way," I suddenly thought of a possibility, and looked at him in disbelief, "As a mafia, he is so pure... Aww! You always hit me!"

Young Chu Fa seemed a little annoyed, "You were the one who beat you. Your physical skills are too bad. I will train you for two days in Guangjin."

"Isn't it enough to fight now? You still want to continue beating me?!"

"It's all about training!"

"It's just another excuse to hit me."

I covered my head and looked at him with teary eyes.Zhong Yuanzhong also slowly changed from an arrogant look to hesitation, and finally avoided my eyes unnaturally, faltering, "Does it hurt so much? You are really too weak, no wonder you are always in danger. "

"It hurts! How about I punch you twice."

"Huh? You are too arrogant in front of the cadres."

"Awesome! If you become a cadre, you will use your position to overwhelm me!"

"Tsk, you bastard." Zhong Yuanzhong also rubbed his hair irritably, "Stop crying, I'll let you call back at most, is that okay?"

"Really?" I looked at him suspiciously, "You won't take the opportunity to retaliate against me or something, after all, you are a cadre, you are a cadre, I can't beat you."

"Am I that kind of person?!" Zhong Yuanzhong was also dissatisfied, he took off his hat, lowered his head slightly, "Hurry up."

I hesitated for a moment, and finally put my hand on his head slowly, and rubbed it gently.Probably because the hair gel is applied, the hair texture is slightly stiff, but it doesn't feel uncomfortable.

"You—" He raised his head subconsciously and looked at me with wide eyes, his expression seemed a little dazed and shocked.

The dim light fell on his hair, looking at the young man's beautiful eyes, a certain emotion suddenly rose in my heart, and my scalp began to feel tight and numb.

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Ours is a sweet text, Mr. Hirotsu won’t take a lunch box, don’t worry.