Is Ms. Oda married today? [Comprehensive]

Oda Kazue's response to him was to take a sip of the spirits and calmly said, "Ango, you drank too much."

She looked back as plainly as before, with deep and shallow light reflected in her eyes, she smiled lightly, and continued as if she was looking for a step down for him.

"Drink less, you have to work tomorrow."

Ango Sakaguchi knew who he was and who Kazue Oda was, but why he couldn't help asking her this question?

The melodious music didn't stop, and the bartender poured him another bottle of wine with a wink, not because of their negligence in the conversation.

The man dressed as a scholar smiled and pinched the center of his brows, staring at the clear wine glass soaked in the dim light, and said following her words, 'Yeah, I'm a little drunk'.The ice cubes slid in the amber liquid, making a slight 'click'. He raised his glass and stared quietly, thinking that he was really drunk, so he sipped lightly this time.

The dim light of the bar fell on the Sanhua cat beside them. When the Sanhua cat heard their conversation, it just moved its ears and yawned, then buried its head in its paws and continued to sleep, its fluffy fur floating with the light Tiny dust particles float up and down together.

Ango Sakaguchi calmly blamed his words on the spirits in the glass, and Oda Kazue was also happy to see the result.

The two of them were the only guests in the bar, and the owner was wiping his glass in deafness—bar owners under the name of the mafia knew well that if they wanted to live longer, they had to be invisible.

Tonight, Ms. Oda and Mr. Sakaguchi, an intelligence agent at the bottom of the mafia, just came to drink and chat about unnutritive topics as usual, and nothing else happened.He thought, put the polished wine glass on the shelf behind him, and then took down another glass to concentrate on polishing.

Oda Kazue drank the wine in the glass slowly, muttering in his heart——

Falling in love and getting married are probably necessary for ordinary women. Even if they don't want to, they will be forced to take this path.

But this is a problem that ordinary women should worry about.

Why is she being urged to marry every day as a mafia, and asked every day why she doesn't fall in love?

Is it because she is a mafia, they think that the mafia makes a lot of money and dies early, so they want to marry her and run away with the money when she dies?

Oda Kazue felt that he couldn't figure it out at all.

Although she is a mafia, she does not have any assets to inherit.

The bank cards are eaten into single digits by these five little brats every month. A set of clothes is washed and hung outside every night. When I wake up the next morning, I have to keep wearing the clothes even if they are not dry. I have no money when my hair grows Cut it, simply leave it long and loosely draped behind.Anyway, she didn't take on the job of killing people anymore, and she wasn't afraid that her long, fluffy hair would interfere with her vision during the mission.

So what are they plotting?

She was thinking wildly, not complaining, but the last thing that interrupted her thoughts was the vibrating sound of her mobile phone.

The grassroots staff have no human rights. Sometimes when they are falling asleep at night, when a call comes from their superiors, she has to break out of the comfortable bed, pour cold water on her face to wake herself up, and then organize her appearance and follow the instructions of her superiors.

She glanced at the screen of the phone, and the instructions on it were very clear - let her clean up the little gangsters who came to Yokohama to make trouble.

This job is very easy, and it saves time and effort to deal with punks than to deal with family ethics dramas.

Even if it saves effort, her leisurely relaxation time is gone forever. After reading the news, Oda Kazue drank the rest of the wine in the glass, and then took out the wallet and took out the banknotes and put them on the wooden table. on the bar.

"Sorry Sakaguchi-kun, I still have work."

Ango Sakaguchi, who was also in the oppressed class, knew how much his superiors would find work for them, so he complied, "Thank you, Miss Oda."

Oda Kazue nodded politely, grabbed the leather buckle from his wrist, brushed his seaweed-like hair and walked out of the bar.

Just when she reached the door, before she raised her hand to push the door, the doorbell of the bar rang crisply, and the boy wrapped in a pitch-black windbreaker pushed open the door and slid out of the thick night. Kazue Oda took a step back, looking at the expression on his face. The young man who was immersed in the darkness showed her a bright and hearty smile, and walked in with the brisk jazz fluttering in the bar.

"Yeah, Odasaku, are you going to work?" He squinted his eyes and said briskly, the windbreaker that was indistinguishable from the darkness outside the house was attached to him.

Oda Sakunosuke was her former name, but even though she changed her name, Dazai Osamu was still keen to call her Oda Saku. Although it was neither fish nor fowl, it was still a recognizable name for her.

"Yes, Dazai, you have worked hard."

After she briefly greeted the young man, she saw the young man twirl like a ballroom dance, and then he stopped firmly in front of her, holding her hand and showing an ambiguous smile.

Her brown eyes were shining brightly under the dim light of the bar, which actually gave her the illusion that there might be a thousand zhang radiance blooming inside.

Although she knew that there was nothingness and burnout in it on weekdays.

The corners of the young man's lips were raised slightly, and his melodious voice was like melodious violin music: "Just like a hound chasing a rabbit, a goshawk overlooking the ground and following its prey, Odasaku's beautiful posture is vigorous and vigorous when he arrests the designated person, if I was caught Those who are looking for you, even if they know that approaching you is death, will willingly turn around and rush to you, and have a kiss with you."

"Thanks, Dazai, I'm going to work."

A pro-Fangze?die?What a wonderful combination.

She gently withdrew her hand, bent slightly towards the boy, and gave him a hasty smile, then wrapped her sand-colored suit jacket tightly, and crashed into the hazy and deep night like a bird without a home.

The long red-brown hair flew up in the wind, caressing his cheek tenderly, and then followed the master into the night.

Her warmth remained in the boy's palm, warm and soft, as if it didn't seem like what a murderer should have.

He held the remaining warmth in his palm, and turned around like a bird, "Hey, Ango, what did you say to Oda Tsukuru just now, is it interesting? Is it fun? Tell me, okay, or you If you don't want to tell me, let the boss tell me?"

He expressed his mood with exaggerated and dramatic body and language, whirled all the way to the bar, jumped a little with brisk steps, and landed firmly on the seat.

"What are you talking about?" Sakaguchi Ango's hand froze slightly.

The boss who was wiping the goblet also showed a wry smile, but the young man didn't make things difficult for him anymore. What he said just now seemed to be on a whim. Now he focused on the man beside him, resting his chin in high spirits. , as if meeting Ango Sakaguchi for the first time, those empty and emotionless eyes were full of deep inquiry.

"Well, I just want to discuss with you about the ownership of property." He squinted his eyes and smiled happily, like a carefree child, "Ango, do you understand?"

Ango Sakaguchi frowned and looked at him in confusion.

Dazai Osamu is a smart man, and Sakaguchi Ango is also a smart man, and the communication between the two usually does not need to be so straightforward.

Oda Kazue is not Dazai Osamu's subordinate, they are just friends, but will friends talk about this?

...Is it really still an emotional relationship?

Ango Sakaguchi pushed his glasses, muttering in his heart 'Although Ms. Oda said that the two of them have nothing to do with each other, but judging from this person's attitude, that's not the case'.

"Dazai, are you warning me?"

The boy's smile remained unchanged, as if he had put on a mask.

"Of course not, how can I warn Ango." He raised his hand and patted Sakaguchi Ango's shoulder, "Just to remind you."

This person's actions are unpredictable, and everything he does is unexpected, but this time he is obviously possessive and a sense of crisis, right?

Ango Sakaguchi glanced at the young man who was playing with a clear wine glass, and then put the wine glass above his head, and thought to himself.

Or is there another reason.

Oda Kazue didn't know about the conversation between the two of them.

Now she is walking in the cold and humid sea breeze, the howling wind blows her long hair and clothes around, but she only tidied her hair once and then gave up. A good response is not to respond.

Should the enemy move me?This sentence suddenly popped up in her mind, and then she shook her head, throwing out the strange thought.

She pushed forward along the shoreline, darkness following her.

Move your legs forward step by step, and the footprints left on the beach are quickly covered by the wind and sea water.The wind and the water mixed together, raising a large piece of sand on the beach, and it hit her body muddy and salty.

I have to do laundry again tonight.

A burst of white mist overflowed from her mouth, and she let out an exclamation that was not an exclamation.

This is already the norm, and it is inevitable to encounter various situations at work that will stain the neat clothes, so in the next second, she will stop worrying about these bad things and continue walking along the coastline.

Where is the end?She doesn't know.

There was a crumpled note in her hand, which had been confirmed many times. This was an order from her superior.

[Rescue the people on the shore. ]

It was he who sent her the task message, and it was him who gave her the note, and the task handed to her by himself was obviously more important than the message he sent.Although the order was unclear, she followed his instructions without complaint and walked slowly in the cold wind, looking for the people on the shore he said.

She touched the cigarette in her pocket, resisted the sudden craving, stared straight ahead, and diverted her attention wildly.

She laughed at her, saying that she wanted a little bunny, didn't she?

little rabbit?She was often troubled by the repeated words in the little princess's mouth, but eventually she would give up studying the meaning of saying it, as long as Sakule liked it.

She also decided to buy one for Saki Le on her day off.

After another period of time, she dragged her feet, the soles of her feet were covered with sand, and under the bleak moon and the stern sea wind, she saw the black-haired boy who was about to be submerged by the sea.

There must be a reason for the boss to give her the secret order, so she didn't make a phone call to tell him that she had found someone, but bent down and easily picked up the thin boy, and observed it under the thin moonlight. This young man with pale skin and a slender figure.

What to do next?

Take the boy home before he issues his next order.

The author has something to say: from a mysterious voice, your adopted son No. [-] is online.

I thought about it, I should be able to fix the daily update recently

Will it be updated every night at 19:00 in the future?If I change the time later, I will let you know_(:з」∠)_

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