In Hong Kong, subordinates are not allowed to poke the mouth of their bosses

At ten o'clock in the evening, when there were not many lights on in the whole Hong Kong building, Mr. Chuya's office finally opened the door. He yawned and walked out.

"Let's go, Qin."

I stood up and followed him silently.

Corresponding to the working hours, the young Mr. Chuya, as a middle-level cadre, now has a lot of money.He can afford brand-name heavy motorcycles and sports cars, and I heard that he has recently begun to like to collect frighteningly expensive vintage red wine.

I drove Nakaya-sama's luxury car without any disturbance in my heart, thinking about how to make a reasonable cliché.

As for why he was the only one who remembered the accident of my death, I really couldn't care less.

"Hey, Qin, to celebrate that you are still alive, would you like to have a drink with me?"

I twitched my eyebrows slightly, thinking it was a bit of a coincidence, "It's a great honor, Mr. Chuya."

"Go to the red bar on xx street. I often drink there when I am alone. Oh, by the way, don't tell others, this is my secret stronghold."

I paused my hand, and responded first: "Okay, Mr. Chuya."

If Chuya-sama drinks a glass of wine alone, who will be responsible for sending him back?

In the past, in order to avoid sending the drunk Master Nakaya home, the subordinates who did everything possible had something to say.

I didn't understand until I entered the bar called Red Tune.Different from ordinary or lively or deserted bars, here is a private room system, there is no lobby, only private rooms.

If you are alone, no matter how noisy you are, you can't hurt others. At most, you can stay in the bar all night until dawn, and it's not uncommon.

I watched Mr. Chuya walk into the only luxurious private room in the basement with ease. There were beds, sofas, a bar and a pool table. It seemed to be a place for entertaining a large number of guests, and Mr. Chuya had reserved it for a long time.

The young man was free as if he had returned to his own home, and he showed me the wine in a wine cabinet as if he was showing off his secret base.

"Look, Qin! I found them everywhere. How about it, isn't it good?"

I applauded and nodded in amazement - although I don't know much about wine, at least I don't have as many treasures as Mr. Chuya.

The orange-haired boy took off his coat, took out a bottle of red wine of an unknown brand from the wine cabinet, opened and changed the bottle professionally, and poured it into two glasses.The hands in black fitting gloves pinched the thin feet of the goblet, against the scarlet liquid in the cup, revealing a section of contrasting and sexy skin.

"Here, you are one of the rare people who is honored to accept my wine pouring service, be more honorable."

"Thank you very much, Chuya-sama, for your generosity."

It's a pity that the flat tone reduces the credibility of the words.I lowered my eyes, looked away from the slender wrist that also had a youthful look, took the glass of wine, and sipped it carefully.

I don't know much about red wine, so I can't professionally describe how mellow and dense this glass of wine tastes, but looking at Mr. Nakaya's intoxicated expression, this glass of wine is probably really good.

"Hey! You really don't like talking, Qin!"

Facing Mr. Chuya, who was already more outgoing than usual after the first bite, I gave a "hmm" as usual.

"Obviously he is a subordinate, and he seems to be pulling more than me. Are you going to rebel!"

Taking another bite, he pinched my cheek and said loudly dissatisfied.

I said in a vague tone without fluctuation: "This subordinate dare not."

Three sips, four sips, after the first cup, Chuya-sama was completely drunk.

He took off my sunglasses, and his cobalt blue eyes entered mine with misty eyes.

The distance was too close, I swallowed my saliva, and clearly felt how my Adam's apple was rolling up and down.

He raised the corners of his mouth, like a child preparing to play a prank, raised his gloved hand in front of me, brought it close to my ear, and said softly, "Why do you always stare at me?" Gloves?"

I was stunned, knowing that my pupils must have shrunk to a point at this moment, I lowered my eyelids, trying to calm down.

"Hee hee, you want my gloves? Dreaming!" he yelled in my ear.

Huh—I was unconsciously relieved.Realizing what I've done, I'm starting to feel like things are getting a little out of hand.

But Chuya-sama was yelling "Damn Dazai bastard" at this time, while gulping down another glass of wine.

It seems that I can no longer get drunk.

I cleared my throat, and before he died of drunkenness, I asked, "Where was I the day before yesterday, do you remember, Lord Chuya?"

Mr. Zhongye calmed down, his eyes became even brighter. Hearing this, he repeated vaguely: "The day before yesterday?"

I nodded, "Yes, the day before yesterday."

The young man opened his blue eyes that had become shallow due to the color of water, and fell into memories, "The day before yesterday, the day before yesterday——you were in my arms the day before yesterday, and you fell into a wooden warehouse! You idiot!!"

He must have recalled something, he pulled my tie excitedly, and cursed with his tongue: "Who wants you to block you bastard! I am a person with supernatural powers, do you understand people with supernatural abilities! After being shot, just use Gravity control will kill me, whoever wants you to die, you bastard fool has a brain problem!!"

On weekdays, Mr. Chuya, who is full of strength, smashed his hat into my broad chest with a slightly faster heartbeat, and his voice mixed with weeping was bitter: "You are all dead, dead, I am the only one alive..."

I lowered my head and could only see the hat, pinching the pointed chin with thin callused palms, gently lifting his face, rubbing it, and looking into those eyes.

Who are you thinking about right now, Chuya-sama?

I explained lightly: "At that time, your attention was focused on another wave of enemies. Even if you reacted in the nick of time, the situation of being attacked from the front and back was still unavoidable."

And I, who attracted the firepower of a certain party, bought enough time for you.

"That's just an injury!"

He yelled: "It's just an injury, or your life, which one is more important, you idiot!"

Among so many sentences, his swearing words are different. I suddenly squeezed his mouth into a flat duck mouth, not wanting that mouth to swear at people anymore.

Your injury and my life, of course, your injury is more serious, after all, I can't die.

Mr. Chuya was still struggling to speak: "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!"

I pinched his mouth with one hand and stared at him, staring straight at him.

Mr. Chuya was very competitive, he stared back without showing any weakness, and said "uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

I used the other hand to bring him into my arms, put my chin against the thin young man's shoulder, buried my face in the other's neck, gently rubbed my lips against the black chocker that was bound there, and closed my eyelids to hide the emotion inside.

I was also struggling, it seemed uncomfortable, but I didn't want to let go.

In a rage, he pressed me against the sofa with gravity, suppressing me from head to toe.But subconsciously, he still paid attention to the severity of his movements, as if he was trying to prevent the wound on my body from opening.

"Master Chuya," I lay on the sofa, leaving the other party's side to restore my sanity, "Actually, I didn't show up there the day before yesterday?"

Master Chuya stared at me while holding the wine bottle, "What did you say?"

I guided patiently: "I didn't appear by your side that day, nor did I block the gun for you. You escaped by relying on your own abilities."

"Huh?" He was confused.

I repeated tirelessly, "I didn't appear by your side that day,..."

"I didn't..."

"Oh My God……"

After I don't know how many times, Mr. Chuya lay on the ground holding the wine bottle and fell asleep.

The young boy who is still in the growth stage doesn't weigh much, so I easily picked him up, thinking wildly in my heart, I hope tonight's broken thoughts can have a hypnotic effect, no matter how bad it is, it's okay to make Master Zhongye believe it is true.

Putting the person in the back seat of the car and lying down, I drove the car into Mr. Nakaya's villa, diligently scrubbed and put on clean clothes for the other person, and then found a guest bedroom to lie down.

——This is the special treatment that you can enjoy when sending the drunk Master Chuya home. By the way, you can rest here for a night.

After all, Mr. Zhongye is very troublesome when he is drunk. He uses his own car to send people back. If he wants to go back, his subordinates have to take a taxi. Usually it is late at night after drinking, and it is not easy to take a taxi.After a few more visits, the routine settled down like this.

This is the first time for me to enjoy this treatment, and I only heard about it before.After all, before this struggle, I was just the silent one among Mr. Chuya's many subordinates. I didn't expect that blocking the wooden warehouse would make the opponent so shaken.

Chuya-sama is really too simple.

I thought with a sigh, falling asleep.

Early the next morning, the biological clock woke up Zhongya Zhongya from the hangover on time.

Tsk, mistake, wouldn't it be just right to drink the day before the rotation.It’s okay to have a hangover and headache on the working day, and it’s also uncomfortable if you can’t change your clothes and don’t take a shower. Going to work in this state is too tortured——

Um?Uh-huh?

Nakahara put down his hands rubbing his temples and opened his eyes.

Wearing pajamas, the body is not refreshing but at least not sticky. The chocker around the neck and the gloves on the hands are taken off and placed on the bedside. Forced to recall what happened last night.

After thinking about it, I can only think of one thing, Qin Junjie didn't save him that day, and he didn't show up there at all.

What the hell?Zhong Yuanzhong also sneered, thinking that he might be a little confused after drinking too much.Of course, he remembered clearly how it happened.

However, it seemed that Qin Junjie should have sent him back last night.

Zhong Yuanzhong also took a shower, thinking.

I didn't expect him to be so careful, a little different from the men who sent him before, although it was a little strange.

Zhong Yuanzhong also raised his head, allowing the water to splash on his face, and the movement of raising his head made his Adam's apple, which was not very obvious, move slightly.

I don't know exactly what's strange, but my heart is really scratching and itching.

He stared at his right hand, vaguely recalling that Qin Junjie seemed to stare at his hand for a long time yesterday, why?His ability is no secret to his opponents.

Strange, strange, this person is too strange, and I was also a little strange after being in contact with him for a while...

Nakahara, who had limited patience, tossed his hair, turned off the nozzle, and wiped his hair with a bath towel.

When everything was ready, he walked out of the bedroom and walked into the kitchen with a slight sound.