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

Several months later, Mr. Chuya finally returned from a distant overseas country. Unsurprisingly, Mr. Dazai defected today.

In fact, the other party had already made complete preparations, chose a time node that was not too high or low, and disappeared as if committing suicide on a whim again.

And the people under him have not realized the seriousness of the matter, and it is estimated that they will not report to the leader until the afternoon or evening, which happens to be the time when we start our vacation.

The time card is so good that I can't run away on vacation.

The defection of cadres is obviously something that the leader needs to be bald. What does it have to do with me, who is going on vacation with Master Chuya?

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"Welcome Master Chuya back!"

I was still dressed in the suit and sunglasses, standing at the airport pick-up gate with the others.

This shift has been contracted by Hong Kong gangsters, and the only guest today is Mr. Nakaya, so our exaggerated battle did not cause a sensation among ordinary people.

"Ajun!"

The saying in the country next door is better than a new marriage is not nonsense. I obviously felt that the half-year overseas business trip made Mr. Chuya warm to me, and he actually gave me a hug in front of the public.

I hugged back with restraint, and then began to report the situation of Hong Kong and Heilongjiang during the other party's outing.

Chuya-sama also quickly got into work, frowned and asked, "MIMIC? Has such an organization come to Yokohama?"

After all, I have been out for half a year in a serious manner and have a job, and Mr. Zhongye has also been busy for half a year. It is understandable that he did not take over the news of Hong Kong gangsters in a timely manner.

I whispered: "Yes, but the leader has obtained the permission to open the ability, and the damage caused is basically negligible, so the impact is not big."

"There are others..."

I said all the things worth reporting that happened in the six months since he left in one breath, and then I stopped talking.

At this time, he has already boarded the car dispatched to pick up Mr. Zhongye back to Hong Kong and Hei, and is approaching his destination.

I whispered in his ear: "You must be a little tired when you report to the leader later."

Mr. Chuya, who is just a little tired and can still persist: "...ah? Why?"

"Hong Kong gangsters will be in a little trouble today, we don't care, it's important to go on vacation."

Mr. Chuya looked at me suspiciously, and said quietly: "Is it the future you saw? I haven't asked yet, have you controlled your ability?"

"Well, it's basically controllable," I said miserably. "The process was very hard, and I died many times. Every time I had to endure the blood gurgling out."

Master Zhongye frowned, his eyes filled with distress.

Although my purpose is to make Mr. Chuya feel sorry for me, but once the other party is really sad and distressed, I will not be happy.

I quickly changed the subject: "So, no matter what happens, let's go on vacation first!"

"Okay," Master Chuya quickly let go: "It's really not something important, is it?"

I nodded without guilt: "Well, it's not important, you can help me when you come back."

The bitter fruit of the defection of the cadres, in the first few days, let the leader take the lead.

Mr. Chuya finished his brief report on the work, and in my eager eyes, the leader gave us a leave of absence reluctantly.

Oh hoo!The holiday is here~

Half a month's vacation, as a task reward for the two of us, is a number that can't be said to be stingy, but it is indeed not generous.

No matter what the leader is, he is a qualified and exploitative capitalist.

"Are we going on a trip? Or just resting at home for half a month?"

Master Chuya yawned, a little tired: "Let's talk about it later, go back and rest first."

I nodded, and was about to drive Mr. Zhongya back. Just as I stepped on the accelerator and was about to start, the sound of "Dididi" came from under the driver's seat.

I have an ominous premonition.

Nakaya-sama and I looked at each other, we jumped out of the car in tacit understanding, and then watched the car explode in front of us.

"Mr. Dazai..."

"Dazai!"

Dazai-san is the one who can make me and Chuya-sama gnash our teeth at the same time.

You can't go quietly even if you defect, can you?

"That bastard!" Nakaya-sama came to his senses completely, angrily preparing to settle accounts with Mr. Dazai.

I grabbed him, and half-coaxed and half-persuaded him to turn him back: "Go find him now and you'll be in the trap, Mr. Nakaya, let's go back and talk, go back and talk."

"What did you say?" Master Chuya turned his head and looked at me suspiciously: "Why are you acting so strange today, is there anything you can't say now?"

I felt a little guilty: "Hey, Mr. Chuya, let's go back first, and I will say the original thing."

"What!! Dazai defected?!"

Master Chuya was shocked.

I quickly changed Master Nakaya into his home clothes, who was unconscious and still surprised, and explained: "Well, because of the MIMIC thing I mentioned earlier. I have already greeted the leader, and he also acquiesced, but Mr. Dazai is obviously unwilling to leave quietly, insisting on making such a big fight."

"Defect? ​​Default?" Nakaya-sama had an expression that his brain's CPU was overloaded and couldn't handle it.

Hee hee, the clumsy look is so cute too.

I threw him down and kissed him, "Don't pay attention to Mr. Dazai, Mr. Chuya when you are finally on vacation!"

A hearty long-awaited drag racing competition came, Mr. Nakaya, who had already looked a little youthful, fell into a deep sleep, but his sleeping face was as cute as a child.

I felt fulfilled and happy cleaning up the mess, picking up the clothes scattered on the floor, throwing the messy sheets into the washing machine, packing the luggage that should be packed, and finally fell asleep like a dragon hugging its own treasure.

When he woke up the next day, Nakaya-sama in his arms was nowhere to be seen.

I looked up in confusion, and after changing my clothes, I went out looking for movement.

In the kitchen, Mr. Nakaya wore only one of my white shirts, rolled up his sleeves, and prepared fried eggs with a spatula in a serious manner.

I feel a little dizzy, what kind of beautiful scenery is this?

Although it's not that I haven't fantasized about Nakaya-sama wearing a boyfriend's shirt, but the real scene appeared in front of me is still a bit unbelievable.

The wide shirt covered my petite body, and the shirt that fit me just fell from his shoulders, and the sleeve length was a bit too long, so he had to roll it up, revealing a thin arm.

Although Mr. Nakaya is not tall, he has a high waistline and long and straight legs, so the hem of my shirt perfectly covers my upturned buttocks, and covers my thighs like a short skirt—both flesh and blood, invisible Sunshine so exceptionally white thighs.

Seeing me, Mr. Chuya greeted energetically: "Oh, you're awake, Jun."

He continued to struggle with the fried eggs in the pan, and asked in a slightly complaining tone: "Where did you put my clothes? Why can't I find them? I also want to make you breakfast. Just make do with your clothes..."

What a seductive and unconscious goblin is this!Is the purpose to suck my essence dry?

I frowned slightly and my eyes deepened. I can give you anything I want, Mr. Chuya, as long as you belong to me——

Adhering to the fearless spirit of benefiting others and sacrificing myself if you want to sacrifice, and being mentally prepared to die! I dragged the boy to the kitchen for some shameless morning activities.

Mr. Chuya, who usually wouldn't reject me, punched me in the chest afterwards, "Tsk, it's all your fault, the fried egg didn't make it!"

I stuck to his back like Siamese twins and hugged him, rubbing my orange hair sideways, "I'll do it, Master Chuya just wait?"

The boy in his arms curled his lips: "Occasionally, I should do it myself."

"You've almost made me a fool. It was only after half a year of business trip that I realized that I almost forgot how to fire."

I was so distressed that I increased my strength to embed the person in my arms.

"It seems that next time I go on a business trip, I will follow no matter what."

Mr. Chuya protested: "Hey! Shouldn't it be normal for me to learn these trivial things!"

"I should feel sorry for asking you to do these things." I kissed his fingertips. "You just need to do what you like."

Chuya-sama curled his fingers slightly and rubbed against my lips, and his awkward voice came in a low voice: "Cough, I also want to learn how to make delicious food for you, idiot."

Hey, I should have known earlier, my beloved Nakaya-sama is a little angel who came here to heal me.

This kind of Master Chuya belongs to me, and I really feel that I have made a lot of money when I think about it.

At this time, even if he wanted the stars in the sky, I would try my best to pick them off, let alone cook for me, of course I promised him!

Teach him how to watch the fire, add seasoning, stir-fry, and steam rice. The meal we cooked together became today's lunch.

"Well, it seems to be pretty good."

Master Zhongye took a sip, opened his eyes wide, and was a little surprised.

I blindly closed my eyes and said, "Of course, everything Chuya-sama cooks is delicious, there is no doubt about it."

He was speechless: "But you haven't eaten yet."

I had a serious face: "Just judging from the feel of cooking, the smell and appearance when it comes out of the pan, it can be judged that this is a very successful meal."

Mr. Chuya was taken aback by what I said, scratched his side of his face with his fingertips, and was a little happy: "Cough, oh, yes, that's good."

Take a nap after dinner, stay at home in the afternoon, read books, maintain weapons, I lie on the sofa, Mr. Chuya rests his head on my lap, and spend an ordinary afternoon.

During the half-month vacation, we did not choose to travel in the end, but like every couple living together, we experienced the daily necessities of ordinary people.

We would lie down at home with our limbs intertwined, play and rest, we would wear ordinary casual clothes to go to the convenience store to buy things, and we would drink a glass of red wine and fall asleep hugging each other when we were up in the middle of the night.

I will go to the mountains in the suburbs for racing, I will go to the livehouse to listen to an amateur rock concert, and I will perform on stage on a whim. I am in charge of the guitar and he is in charge of the lead vocal.

Just us, the two of us.

It's like two pieces of a jigsaw puzzle that fit best, put together and complete from now on.