king of yokohama

A dog is an unreasonable creature just like a man.

Even if it is an underage puppy, it will be too much for you to make a fuss for a while.However, for a cub who doesn't understand anything, you can't beat or scold him, so you can only sit helplessly on the bed in a nightgown, watching him play with pillows and stay awake.

The sharp nails of the tengu monster cub scratched the fabric of the pillow, and the snow-white down suddenly popped out and floated in the air.

Gouzi blinked curiously, stretched out his chubby little hands to reach for a feather in the air, and seemed to be a little puzzled why his own feathers were black while this feather was white.He held the feather in his hands and twirled it around, put it under his nose and sniffed it, and suddenly sneezed with a cute "ah cut", frowning unhappily, and wiped out the bad things that caused him to sneeze. The feather is thrown away.

Well, let him play, it's not you who clean the room anyway.You fanned your hands lightly, letting the feather flying towards you float to another place, then turned over and continued to sleep on your own.

The little puppy who couldn’t fall asleep after being awakened by you rolled around vigorously on the bed, rolling from one end of the bed to the other end of the bed, and even ran over your stomach during the process.Fortunately, the dinner you ate today has been digested, otherwise you will definitely be vomited by the dog.

With a headache, you carried the dog by the back collar and put it on your lap, which was sitting cross-legged.The light blonde boy looked at you innocently with his clear blue eyes, and wanted to crawl out of your arms, and was slapped on his little ass by your slap.

He knew his butt was hurting, so he lay on your lap aggrieved, not daring to move, but he still didn't want to sleep at all.

At this time, you really have a feeling of being a strict father. Looking at the pitiful sobbing appearance of the little milk dog, you feel that you really can't handle the other party, so you decisively take the mobile phone from the bedside table to call for foreign help.

You don’t have a few numbers stored in your mobile phone. Someone always calls you for business, so you didn’t even write down the number. Looking at those numbers, you don’t know whose phone number it is, so you just call casually. got one.

Although it is already what time in the morning, the other party doesn't have the courage not to answer your call.Except in the case of being asleep and not hearing.

The number was dialed.You put the phone by your ear with one hand, and pat the soft and fleshy back of the boy who is still wronged with the other, feeling like you are holding a delicate cloud.

The strange mobile phone rang for 3~4 seconds, and the call was answered.

"......Hey?"

There was a deep sleepiness in the boy's voice.It seemed to be a simple interrogative word coming from the nose, with a somewhat ambiguous ending and a long and long ending. It sounded soft and not aggressive at all, as if it would fall into a dream full of feathers in the next moment.

You didn't recognize who this young voice was at all, you thought it was one of the few new recruits who contacted you some time ago, and directly stated your purpose.

"It's me, Hua Xinfeng. I have something I want to consult."

"...It's Missy...ask me..."

It was still a soft, sweet voice like a lover's raving, and there seemed to be a piece of sticky candy in his throat.

You have guessed who the boy on the other end of the phone is. Among the young people you know, Dazai Osamu is the only one who is used to calling you Miss, and everyone else calls you Mrs.Now that you have fought, you won't hang up so embarrassingly before the matter is resolved.

But when did you save Osamu Dazai's number?Why don't you remember it yourself?

"How to put a milk dog to sleep?"

In the short time you are on the phone, the dog forgets the sadness of being spanked and finds a new toy.You twitched the corners of your mouth, and pressed the dog's little paw that lifted your clothes.Seeing him pursed his mouth and was about to cry again, you felt that being looked at by the cub would not lose a piece of meat, so you let go of your hand and let the dog play with it.

"Miss, I hate dogs."

In the eyes of everyone during the day, the young man who is not very good but still calm in his work seems to have recovered a little bit of sobriety when he heard the syllable "dog".He probably guessed something when he heard the movement on your side, Dazai Osamu said like a child, with undisguised dislike in his words.

"How about the fairy tale book? Read it to him." Without turning his mind, he came up with an unreliable idea.

"I'll try." Up to now there is no other way, you hesitated to adopt Dazai Osamu's bad idea, and seeing the sign of hanging up on the other end of the phone, you raised the volume fiercely, "Don't hang up! "

"What if I die?" The boy yawned casually.You can even imagine his iris-colored eyes dimmed with mist.

"Then your salary for this month will be gone." You know that ever since Ogai Mori arranged Osamu Dazai and Chuya as partners, Osamu Dazai went to tease Chuya when he had nothing to do, and was beaten and hospitalized.Coupled with the other party's enthusiasm for suicide, the monthly medical expenses are not a small expense.

The first thing you did after Mori Ogai assigned you some rights was to drastically improve the treatment of the members of the port mafia.Then with the support of everyone, you are basically in charge of the Ministry of Finance.

For work, everyone wants more money and less work to be close to home. It would be even better if you can get money without going to work.Of course this is all daydreaming.But the truth of "working hard overtime if you have money, and fishing if you have no money" is applicable everywhere.Since others are required to work hard for the organization, the treatment must be good.

Although you ensure that every member has three insurances and one housing fund, you can't stand Osamu Dazai, who gets injured every day, jumping back and forth on the verge of death like an insurance fraud.Therefore, every time Osamu Dazai goes out on a mission, you can deduct the expenses for reimbursement from the organization as soon as you can, and if you can't deduct them, you will delay.As a result, Osamu Dazai had to go to Mori Ogai to exchange certain conditions, and let the leader expressly stop your frenzied revenge.

It is said that during that time he didn't even have the money to drink a glass of wine, and went to find some of his friends every day to play Qiufeng.It's hard to imagine that a guy like Osamu Dazai would have friends. You think about it, and you think he might be the kind of friend you made by putting a gun to the other person's head and asking, "Can you be friends with me?"

"Miss is really cruel." The young man who seemed to be choking his life said bitterly. In his words, how could a man not have money for wine in his pocket.

You don't want to say anything more to this scum who smoked and drank while underage, put aside the phone with the screen on, picked up the dog, and stuffed the dazed little boy back into the bed, and started Tell the few fairy tales you know.I heard it when I pretended to be a poor girl in the game world and pestered Fuji Yumiko to tell stories.

"The name of this story is The Little Prince..." You tell the story of a pilot who was forced to land in the desert because of an accidental plane crash and a little prince from an alien planet, and the fox, the rose , and snakes.

You thought you would like the tsundere rose in this story, but you didn't expect your favorite character to be the little fox.The clever little fox, the little fox waiting for love, the little fox eager to be tamed, the little fox who fell in love with the color of wheat ears after the little prince left...

You suspect that the dog can't understand what you are saying at all, but it is interesting to hear your voice as soft as possible.

But you paused occasionally, and he held his face, but looked up at you with puzzled eyes of "why not continue".So before you knew it, you memorized the entire "The Little Prince".

You, who had calmed down because of this fairy tale, looked helpless, looking at the dog who didn't feel sleepy at all, and messed up his light golden hair.

"The method of telling a story doesn't work." You reached out to touch the phone again, and seeing that the screen was still on, you knew that Osamu Dazai hadn't hung up the phone, so you said distressedly.

"Then he might be hungry." The boy on the other end of the phone smiled softly.

hungry?Dubiously, you freed your hand to touch the little milk dog's chubby belly, it was deflated, it was really hungry.

You get out of bed with the dog in your hands and go to the kitchen to find something to eat, and you listen to the phone with your left shoulder.At this time, you miss Chun very much. If Chun is still here, you will definitely not be in such a hurry... Feng is not as considerate as Chun, and you don't want to wake up others in the middle of the night.

"Because you are willing to indulge, even if you die, you don't need to be saved." The boy repeated this line from the fairy tale with a sigh, his voice was deeper than before when he didn't wake up, "This sentence is really good."

"You think you want to die, but actually you just want to be saved by someone?" You think of the sudden suicide of Dazai Osamu, who is a fan of literature and art, and the huge medical expenses, and you directly slap back with a vicious tongue. "I don't think you can find it in your life. It's hopeless, give up, and leave."

Without further explanation on whether he really wanted to be saved, Osamu Dazai chuckled, "Did Miss make up this fairy tale herself?"

"No. It was written by a foreigner. I forgot the author." Walking to the kitchen, when you were about to hang up the phone, you heard Osamu Dazai ask again.

Based on the basic principle that when someone answers your question, you should also answer his question, so answer patiently.It’s just that you are a little strange, why Osamu Dazai, who seems to be a cultural person, doesn’t know the story of "The Little Prince". Didn’t Yumiko Fuji say that this story is well-known to everyone.

"It sounds a bit like a French supernatural ability...Missy has contact with Saint-Exupery?" Osamu Dazai asked after a moment of pondering.

"It has nothing to do with you." Realizing that this is already the second problem, you put the dog on the table, hung up the phone ruthlessly, and threw the phone aside casually.

You took out a carton of milk from the refrigerator, looked at the label and found that it hadn’t expired, so you turned on the microwave and put the milk in to heat it up. After thinking about it, you thought it might not be enough for the dog, so you put a few raw eggs in it.As for cooking or cooking noodles...don't make things difficult for you.

The boy with light blond hair is watching your series of movements curiously, his little head turns back and forth with your movements.

Bang! ——

You teleported to the table, hugged the little milk dog who was obviously frightened, and looked at the microwave oven that suddenly exploded with black smoke in shock, thinking that this is a fake and shoddy product.

"Let's order takeaway." You rubbed your nose with self-knowledge, and said embarrassedly to the dog who didn't understand what happened, "How can I save a worthless you... ..."

*

You can't sleep anymore, so you just got up and changed into a suit and went to work at the Hong Kong headquarters early, holding a little boy with a delicate face in your arms.Fortunately, in the eyes of others, this little boy is just a puppy with wings, otherwise your reputation in the mafia world will be reduced to the same as that young girl control of Mori Ogai.

You hold the dog all day long, and you are also stained with the scent of honey. No matter how much you wash it, you can’t wash it off. When you smell it carefully, it still smells like milk, which is detrimental to your heroic image. The taste is overwhelmed.

You pinched the little milk dog's ears, but at this moment there was a furry feeling, like animal fur, soft, fluffy and warm.

"Missie's dog is really unusual." Perhaps because you were woken up by your phone call last night, Osamu Dazai came here a little earlier than you today, and stretched himself in front of the building.

Seeing the gentle way you smoothed the dog's hair, he shuddered, and quickly backed away, as if he had encountered some scourge. "And two wings. Dogs aren't supposed to have wings, are they?"

"Who made the rules?" You calmly pressed down on the big tengu that suddenly went berserk, and raised an eyebrow at the brown-black-haired boy, "It's so different from other dogs with wings."

You stroked the dog's soft fur reassuringly, "He has me." So, it doesn't matter even if it is a different species, with you here, let's see who dares to attack your pet.

"he"?Osamu Dazai laughed, maybe he was laughing at you for treating a dog like a human.

"Miss, are you taming?"

"Taming what?"

You didn't realize for a moment that the tameness in his words was the tameness in the fairy tale you told Gouzi last night.

"Tame the wild dogs."

The young man exhaled lightly, his slightly drooping long eyelashes concealed the radiant iris color in his eyes, and the morning sun fell on them, as if they were piled up with shimmering pieces of gold.

Looking at it from your angle, your gaze fell on his slightly pursed lips, probably because of his good looks, and for a moment you felt that Osamu Dazai was not that annoying anymore.At least you still like that face.

"It's not a wild dog."

You frowned at him, thinking he was talking about the dog you were holding, how could your dog be called a wild dog?