Stare at who turns into a cat [Comprehensive]

light.

The warm and dazzling light slid across the eyelids, like a blunt knife prying open a clam shell, bringing a slightly sour feeling of stagnation.The sleeping young man frowned impatiently, subconsciously raised his hand, trying to close the window by manipulating gravity.

however--

When the palm was separated from an overly warm heat source, the slight coolness that gradually surged was like a reminder, which triggered the alarm in his heart.

... are people.There was someone else on his bed, and the position under him at the moment was a bit subtle no matter how you thought about it.However, since there is no danger in spending the night together, at least it can be shown that the other party (temporarily) is not a dangerous object.

The brain came to the conclusion that the safety factor was within a controllable range, which finally made his body no longer tense and became much softer.It was probably the result of a hangover, he was dizzy, and he played with the jacked pendant together with his eyelids, trying to pull him back into the dark and sweet dreamland.

However, Zhong Yuanzhong is by no means a coward who evades reality. Although he can't recall what he did last night at all, he still opened his eyes resolutely while thinking about giving compensation.

Unexpectedly, the first person who bumped into his sight was not a stranger, but a little devil who he just befriended yesterday and who he thought was very suitable to join the Hong Kong gangster organization.

In an instant, a sense of security welled up in my heart.

——What, it turns out that they are of the same sex, and I thought they accidentally got drunk and messed up... Hmm, anyway, it's good that there were no accidents.

After all, involving a woman in a relationship with a cadre of the port mafia has almost no influence on him, but it will definitely cause the other party to get into trouble. It is definitely a very irresponsible performance.So from the beginning to the end, he has been trying his best to snuff out the signs of similar incidents. Even if he is ridiculed by the bastard Dazai for ten thousand years. Man, he is almost half dead with anger, and he will never get angry.

He can't give women the stable life they need; he can't satisfy women's desire to give birth to the next generation.He has seen too much helplessness and sentimentality from Ozaki Hongye who taught him, so he naturally disdains to be a scumbag who delays her life.

Unless, he can meet a like-minded person who has the power to jointly resist the oppression of the other world, and best of all, a supernatural life body like him... No, that kind of thing feels unrealistic even if you think about it, so forget it Bar.

The orange-haired cadre withdrew his disorganized thoughts, supported the bed with one hand, and easily stood up with a single effort. He sat beside him and rummaged through his clothes, muttering in his mouth: "Why do I take off my clothes when I drink too much?" Is it so clean? I obviously didn’t have this habit before... It’s strange, the clothes don’t seem to be there... By the way, this brat also took off his clothes. Could it be that the two of them ran here naked together? Ah, really——I can’t remember at all. ?!"

It's not that he hasn't had the experience of drinking fragments and being moved back to the hotel or residence by his subordinates, but this is the first time he has encountered such a strange situation like now, and he inevitably feels confused, so he simply turns around and grabs the landline beside the bed, and calls Called his subordinate's private phone.

After two beeps, the other side picked it up quickly, and opened his mouth to tentatively ask, "Yes, is that Mr. Chuya?"

"Ah, it's me." The orange-haired young man rubbed his aching forehead, looked a little loosely at the furnishings in the house, and continued to search for scattered fragments about last night in the depths of his brain.

——The last memory seems to be in Wei...

"Great, you're finally awake, Mr. Chuya!"

Huge waves of sound poured into the communication all at once, just like cicadas screaming in summer, bombarding indiscriminately regardless of the will of the listeners, and once made Zhong Yuan Zhong also have the illusion that he was about to bid farewell to his hearing forever.He had to take the phone away until his subordinates calmed down a little, then he approached his ears again, and angrily scolded: "What a noise! ​​I'm fine now, I didn't leave the bar, I should be inside of……"

He was about to talk about the staff dormitory and asked the other party to send two sets of clothes over, but he was about to spit out the follow-up words when he was cautiously interrupted.

"Actually——we've been waiting outside your house for a long time. Also, we found your underwear, phone, and wallet in the public bathroom..."

"..."

The innocent orange-haired cadre was silent for a while, and reorganized his words after a few seconds: "So, are you watching the fun outside the door? Ah——?! Why didn't you come in and wake me up earlier, the door should not be locked, right? ?!"

No matter whether they called the surveillance, or conducted inquiries and carpet searches, the subordinates must know that there is no woman in the house.But, why are all of them hesitant to speak, as if they have discovered some shocking gossip?

He obviously... just slept with a brat of the same sex who is still wet for one night? !Is there a problem!

Zhong Yuanzhong also couldn't understand it, and couldn't help raising his tone angrily, completely forgetting that the person behind him was sleeping soundly.The young man wrapped in the snow-white quilt trembled slightly, obviously awakened from his dream by the loud voice, his eyes opened suddenly, but he couldn't get the focus, and he blankly looked at the orange-haired man not far away. superior.

"My... cat?" The memory still remained in the joy of picking up a short-legged Munchkin cat. He instinctively raised his arm, rubbing his five fingers into the other's scattered orange hair, and made a hoarse voice very intimately. Said: "Why, don't you continue to sleep? It's still early..."

Maybe it was the hangover and the confusion from getting up in the morning, but he didn't notice anything wrong at all, and lazily nestled his head into the young man's neck, tilted his head and rubbed it softly a few times.Although he is taller than the other party, when he hangs up like a boneless person, his whole body seems to shrink suddenly, like a lazy cat purring and being coquettish around its master, unexpectedly The well-behaved sense of a domesticated creature.

And the mafia members who obediently pushed open the door suffered an unprecedented visual impact as soon as they entered the room, and immediately trembled on the soles of their feet, and greeted in a disjointed voice: "Excuse me! Mr. Nakaya, do we need to wait a while before- Come in again?"

"Ah?" Zhong Yuanzhong was also busy pushing away the annoying fingers, and found that the other party was too sticky, so he had to maintain the current posture and turned his head, annoyed, training his subordinates: "What kind of expression are you guys doing? Don't be stupid. Come on, give me the new clothes and trousers, and go to settle last night's bill later."

His tone was extremely calm, and he didn't know what the mafia members wearing sunglasses were thinking about the [-] o'clock plot. He took the phone directly from the hand of one of his subordinates and looked through the backlog of emails and Missed call log.

For a while, the air was much duller. It seemed that it was suppressed by the overpowering aura of the orange-haired young man and turned into a condensed solid that no one could break. He could only decide whether to suffocate the victim in the room according to his mood ups and downs. Candidates.

However, there are exceptions to everything, but there are people who are not afraid of him, and dare to grab his curly orange hair and call his name vaguely, "...Zhongye?"

"Remember to add an honorific title, you bastard who is not polite." Zhongyuan Zhong also felt itchy all over from the heat blowing over his neck, and slapped the opponent's face with his backhand, finally pushing away a little distance.

The black-haired boy blinked slowly, and the fine long eyelashes brushed the young man's palm, bringing a soft and prickly touch, which made it tickle to the bottom of his heart.He seemed to be quite ignorant, maintaining a state of blocked vision, and asked hopefully and eagerly: "Have you seen my cat? It's a very small mankikang with short legs, orange mixed with white. , blue eyes...um."

Before he finished speaking, he was slapped on the bridge of the nose by the other party, and by the way, he changed the topic very plainly, "What stupid things, put on your clothes quickly, you should still be a student, you are not a man if you are too late It should be done."

I don't know which string touched the mafia members, but the sound of gasps and sighs suddenly sounded in the room.

Nakahara Chuya: "...Are you guys busy? Hurry up and take my card to pay the bill, and then drive the car parked in the backyard. The boss has issued a new order, and there is no time for you to play. Understand."

"Yes, we will act immediately!" His well-trained subordinates did not dare to slack off, turned around and went out in a hurry to complete the assigned tasks.

In about tens of seconds, the originally crowded room returned to tranquility, leaving only the gangsters lying outside the door to probe their brains, trying to figure out the situation inside the room.

They were blocked at the back before, and they didn't see their boss who had been missing overnight. Now they couldn't help mobilizing all their minds, looking carefully from top to bottom as if doing an X-ray.

Their top-notch young elder brothers were only wearing a quilt around their waists at the moment, and their bare upper body and pair of long, thin and powerful legs were exposed to the outside, showing the heroism and casualness unique to men.This should be a fairly normal scene, but it looks very charming because of the blood-red scratches on his back, and the orange-haired young man who is putting on clothes next to him, there is always something unseen. Fantastic peachy atmosphere.

In a word, the boss who they had never been in love with, and who had never even held a girl's soft little hand, was put to sleep by the mafia boss.As for why he didn't sleep with the other party... just kidding, how could he beat him!And, no relevant experience at all, okay?That's an innocent boy who hasn't even read x-manga!

——WooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooAt this flower-like age, I was hit hard by the ruthless wind that passed by... It's really sad for those who hear it, and tears for those who hear it!

"Give me your contact information, and come out to get together next time when you have time." Adhering to the elder mentality of cultivating good seedlings, Zhongyuan Zhong also put on his trench coat and looked down at the boy sitting on the bed condescendingly.

Due to the excellent advantage of his position and the shadows caused by his back to the window, his whole figure suddenly became much taller, with a bit of the rumored ruthless aura.

However, in the eyes of the gangster boy, this picture naturally has another meaning-this time is good, we will make an appointment next time, we will be there on call, if you dare to resist, you will be killed.

The boss of "Jiao Hua", who had been tortured all night, didn't seem to hesitate at all. He directly took the orange-haired cadre's mobile phone and entered his own number. At the end, he yawned, nodded his head without energy, and threw himself into the quilt again. Prepare to catch up on sleep.

Probably because he understood his intention that he didn't want to go to school anyway, Zhongyuan Zhong didn't bother to talk anymore, and walked out with neat steps, passing by the gangsters who dared not speak out, leaving only a trail of walking Fading black back.

"Boss!!!"

The tall and big boys finally found a chance, rushed to the bed, handed over the mobile phone that was left on the sofa by Aizawa Shuri last night, and reported very nervously: "The big devil, the big devil beat you a lot. A phone call! Do you want to go home first, or you always feel that he will kill you in the next second..."

The young man who had no stage fright even in the face of the port mafia cadres felt as if someone had poured cold water on his head and face at this moment. He woke up from the hangover in an instant, jumped up and began to put on his clothes.

——Dead, this time really going to die.I drank too much last night, and I didn't even report to my uncle, so I stayed outside without permission... No, I still have to hurry up and make a phone call to find out the survival rate when I go back tonight.

The black-haired boy held his pants in one hand, and took his phone from the side with the other, maintaining a calm and calm face, and pressed the dial button with trembling fingers.

"Beep, beep, beep—"

Surprisingly, Aizawa Shouta, who was always on call during non-class hours, did not answer the phone for a long time, and even in the next few minutes, he still heard disturbing busy calls over and over again.

Extremely by chance, Aizawa Juri felt a slight palpitation, as if anticipating some kind of ominous development, with indescribably complex emotions surging in his chest.

His powerful guardian, the elimination hero Eraser Head, although his behavior is low-key and abnormal, and does not receive too much attention from the mainstream media, he is actually the mainstay of professional English, like a calm mountain, quietly guarding , defending the city and everything everyone loves.

It is absolutely impossible for such a man to have an accident, right?

"Maybe it's to do some temporary work?" Xu Shi noticed a different depression than before, and the younger brothers on the side shouted haha, trying to dispel the terrifying low pressure of his boss.

"It's okay, boss, just escaped a catastrophe like this!"

"Let's go eat something later, when you are hungry, you will definitely feel flustered!"

"Yeah, there's a fried chicken shop nearby, and it feels pretty good..."

However, the black-haired boy at the center of the topic still frowned, as if he didn't listen to their opinions at all, quickly picked up the white sports coat, strode out the door, and ordered with an undeniable seriousness: "On the spot!" Disband, I'll go back and have a look first."

A group of bluffing boys immediately shrank into quails, except for nodding desperately, they dared not do anything against the boss's wishes.

Aizawa Juri pressed the dial button tirelessly, and when he crossed the junction of shadow and light in the room, the phone finally heard the sound of being connected.He stopped and gave an urgent "Hello" with a bit of viciousness that couldn't be concealed.

"You should be Mr. Aizawa's nephew..." An unfamiliar female voice came out from the phone, her tone gently soothing his emotions: "Please calm down first and listen to me carefully, Mr. Aizawa, he met today. Some accidents, now in the…”

The following words were blurred and somewhat distorted, as if they were coming from an extremely old TV set, hitting his eardrums and making his brain boil.

"—Ms. Aizawa is out of the rescue state, and his vital symptoms are still stable. Please come here quickly. Because he seems to be more worried about your safety."