[Comprehensive] The way of a giant baby's group pet

Sishanmu's hair came out of the bathroom dripping with water, "Heiwu, where is my bath towel?" He couldn't find his bath towel for the first time.

The bath towel that was hastily wiped yesterday was not put in place by the owner, and it is still lying on the floor of the room.

He didn't hear anyone's response, and Shigangmu bypassed the black mist's straight and slender back, and saw that he was squeezing the small water bottle given to him by the boss, and the water mist released a fresh olive breath.

"Do you like this?" Nekuragi asked.

"Ah, Shikuragi, is this yours? It smells good," Heiwu sniffed his wrist, lowered his eyes to show a gentle and comfortable expression, and finally he became alert again, and said, "Shikuraki, you can't Come out with wet hair."

"Spray a little for me too." Shigangmu automatically ignored the second half of the sentence.

"Do you want it too?" Heiwu was surprised that Siganmu would also like perfume. In fact, Niigou just thought that Heiwu's expression was too good-looking, and felt that this perfume had become attractive.

"Okay." Hei Wu slapped the perfume on the palm of his hand, put down the bottle and spread it evenly on both palms.

Shikuragi thought that he would apply the wetness of his palms to his wrists like this, but the black mist got close to him, passed his fingers through his neck to the position below the ears, rubbed and applied them carefully, and the fresh fragrance wrapped his body The air around the two of them.

"Do you like it?" Black Mist asked Shigaraki if he liked the smell.

"Like it." A little bit more like it than on the wrist.

Heiwu smiled, and pushed the wet bangs of Sigangmu to his head, revealing the same wet eyes, "Wipe your hair dry."

"Wipe the black mist for me."

"Then sit down first."

Because Heiwu likes that perfume, Shigangmu wants to buy it as a gift for him.

When I came to the entrance of the flower shop on the pedestrian street, the rattan that climbed up the signboard was still green, and the flower beds on both sides were very beautiful, but the gate was sealed with a seal.

The store manager who sold decorations saw a kid who looked like a high school student standing at the door of the flower shop next door, "My customer, what do you want?"

"I want to find the boss." Nekuragi said to the young female store manager.

"Ah, this, don't you know about that?" The store manager's beautiful face showed pity and sadness.

"What?" Shizuoki frowned.

"The boss is dead."

Two days ago, a pair of sisters wanted to buy flowers, but they screamed when they entered the flower shop.

The boss who always waits for guests with a smile is lying on the ground with his eyes closed, with a blue mandala on his chest.

Among the collapsed corpses of the florist, only one left hand is missing.

They rushed out the door, crying and called the police.

The police arrived soon, but as soon as the coroner touched the body of the florist, several people including those at the scene were blown to pieces.

"It's heartbreaking that something like this happened," the female store manager said.

"Ah, what a bad luck."

There is one less guy who can make a good smell.

As Niigaragi said, he squeezed the mouth of the bottle and sprayed water mist to suppress his furious emotions.

……

"Mr. Kira," came the sweet voice of a colleague, and the man in the purple suit turned his head, "Coffee, please."

"Thank you."

The female colleague who put down the coffee had a little fine hair on her fingers. Although it was inevitable, Yoshikage Kira still turned her head in discomfort.

"Do you need me to add sugar cubes for you?" The female colleague lowered her eyelids, looking cute and cute.

"No need." The man flatly refused, if he accepted it would mean giving the other party "maybe further" information, but he didn't have any thoughts in this regard.

Office romances are eye-catching, and he already has a boyfriend now, and Yoshikage Kira has always been single-minded in his lover.

The female colleague left, and the male colleagues next door continued the topic. After all, they are men, so it is inevitable.

"Where did you just say?" asked the colleague wearing glasses.

"Ah," said another colleague who combed her hair back, "it means my girlfriend's hands are slippery, and it's very comfortable to do that."

There was the sound of the stool being kicked fiercely, "You boy, you can play hard."

"Hahaha...wow!" The man with the back of his head was slapped on the head with a document by the supervisor, "Don't knock during working hours!"

"sorry!"

"Hey, Kira," the supervisor turned his head and said to Yoshikage Kira with a smile, "This year's lucky draw for the company's employee travel, you won the first prize!" The supervisor held up the list.

"No way?" "Damn it! It's Kira!" said the colleagues.

Jiliang looked at his name reflected on the first prize in perplexity. He remembered that the first prize was a seven-day trip to Europe for two.

If he wins the first prize, it is equivalent to pushing himself into a small craze. His colleagues will definitely ask him to share his travel experience, and they will also ask him to bring souvenirs.

Most importantly, the nails have grown too fast recently, making it inconvenient to move around outside.

It's too much trouble...

After thinking for a moment, Ji Liang said, "Well, actually, I have relatives from far away who want to come, so I'm afraid I won't be able to go."

"It's such a pity," said the supervisor.

"Please give this opportunity to someone else." He nodded politely, and left with his coffee.

"Give it to me!" "Me, me! I'll take my girlfriend with me."

The hilarious voices of colleagues sounded behind him, and thanks to their lively nature, Yoshikage Kira was able to conceal his presence in the company.

Walking through the aisle, the employee's monthly performance report hanging on the wall, the name "Kira Yoshikage" is centered as usual.

According to the supervisor's evaluation, Yoshikage Kira is an employee without any flaws and without any strengths.

He walked into the tea room, and smiled on his stern face as if the hostility had been blown away by the wind, and whispered in a slightly joking tone:

"Hey, are you angry? Don't worry, I won't drink coffee made by others."

He poured the coffee made by his female colleague into the sink.

Then he walked into the bathroom again, sat on the toilet seat, and said in the same naughty tone: "It's still working time, don't tease me."

There was only his voice in the air, and there was no one else in the cubicle except him, but he couldn't interrupt his self-talk.

"This is the first time I have dated with a man, because you said you liked me, fell in love with me at first sight..." Yoshikage Kira opened his suit jacket, and took out his chat partner from the inside pocket - a white and slender broken hand.

"Your hands are beautiful, so I agreed."

He smiled softly at the severed hand that groped his chest from time to time under the suit.

"You are my first boyfriend, and although I have had 46 girlfriends, I will still treat you wholeheartedly."

He kissed the back of that hand, thinking of the expression on the face of the florist when he was talking to him, he joyfully put out his name and preferences, showing his affection on his face.

"Hmm..." Yoshikage Kira rubbed his hand on his cheek twice, and the silky touch like a plant leaf made him tremble with excitement, "Although it may be a bit perverted to say this...I'm bokied."

"You can understand? If you are a man and like me as you say."

Yoshikage Kira pressed his fingertips against the belt.

……

On Saturday afternoon, Niigaragi took the tram home from the newly opened game town.

Hei Wu went to assist All Might today, and he generously told Hei Wu not to pick him up, which was really a mistake now that I think about it.

There are too many people on the tram, the dead wood is pushed to the edge, and the hands are pressed against the glass windows.

Behind him was a thief with a knife, who was putting his hand on the dead handle wood's thigh, moving his fingertips up his pocket bit by bit, trying to find a suitable place to strike.

Yoshikage Kira who was sitting next to him just witnessed this scene.

But he didn't seem to have any plans to make a move. After all, if he became ruthless, he wouldn't even help himself.

He watched quietly, as if passing a long boring time.

He will never help, as long as anyone who has a little understanding of the cold-blooded and ruthless under the strict surface of Yoshikage Kira will understand.

He wants to enjoy an isolated island by himself, and he will never interact with anyone except his 47 cold and mutilated "objects".

But after seeing what the thief took out of the dead handle wood pocket, he raised his eyebrows and showed an expression of interest.

He changed his mind.

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——Preview of the next chapter——

The meticulous-looking office worker walked up to the thieves and asked friendlyly, "Well, is it convenient for me to say something?"