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

After the dragon head struggle, the name of Shuanghei resounded throughout the dark world, and few people dared to be their enemies.

Mr. Dazai has the qualifications to be promoted to a cadre, and Mr. Chuya has gone a step further, although he has not yet reached the level of a quasi-cadre.

However, he is young and promising enough, and even I, as Lord Chuya's deputy, are more respected in the Hong Kong and Black people than before.

As the days passed, the cloud of death that had hung over Hong Kong for several months seemed to be gradually dissipating, and everyone's expressions became more and more relaxed.

"Going to a bar tonight? I invite you."

The day before the shift, Mr. Chuya was rarely in the mood and planned to invite the entire action team to drink.

The newcomers are jubilant and joyful, while the old ones can't help but have a headache.I am one of the headaches, and the scene of drinking with Mr. Chuya last time is still vivid in my memory.

However, unlike other people who have a headache and are afraid that he will lose control when he is drunk, my headache is that the drunk Nakaya-sama is always seductive unconsciously, and it is quite difficult for me to resist this temptation .

At nine o'clock in the evening, a group of big men in black suits walked into a bar under the banner of Hong Kong Black.

"Boss, serve the wine!"

The strong men yelled as soon as they entered the door.

A group of people ordered some sake, some beer, and some foreign wine. Mr. Nakaya ordered a glass of whiskey, and he was really drunk after drinking one glass.

Although he started drinking at a very young age, Chuya-sama's drinking capacity is astonishingly poor.

The wine quality was not good either, Mr. Chuya started to curse at people with the bottle when he was drunk, mainly Mr. Dazai.

However, I, who was sitting next to Chuya-sama, was also shot.

"Qin Junjie!"

I looked up, "Lord Chuya."

"What's going on with you tonight? You're not hi at all!"

I was silent for a second, what gave Chuya-sama the illusion that someone like me would get high?

Sure enough, the colleague Quack was drinking, and looked a little bit drunk, and said loudly: "Master Zhongye, it's hard to get Mr. Qin up!"

"Yes, yes! It's simply impossible!"

The crowd laughed.

I am a little helpless.

Mr. Chuya drank another glass, "What are you talking about? It wasn't like that when he drank with me last time! Isn't it Ah Jun!"

"Ah Jun?"

Even if my mood rarely fluctuates, I can't help being a little surprised.

Mr. Zhongye said confidently: "What? We are so familiar!"

There is no way to reason with the drunk, so I can only nod, "Yes, no problem, Mr. Chuya."

Master Zhongye approached, tilted his head, and asked strangely: "What's the matter with you tonight, Jun, you haven't looked at me."

Those watery eyes seemed to test me on purpose, trying to bump into my eyes.

I met his gaze and asked calmly, "Is there, Master Chuya?"

"Yes, I have!"

He leaned closer: "You obviously kept staring at me last time."

I leaned back and distanced myself: "Well, there was a reason for what happened last time."

How long are we going to flirt in public, the eyes of others have changed, Chuya-sama.

I am sorry for your reputation.

"Ajun, I want to eat your breakfast!"

Mr. Chuya ignored the pain in my heart at all, and muttered vaguely with his big tongue, like a coquettish tone.

In my heart, I praised Mr. Zhongye for being cute, but on the surface, I had to face the gossip from the rest of my colleagues and subordinates, and calmly said: "Okay, Mr. Zhongye, I will send you back tonight."

Do you understand, it’s just because of sending Chuya-sama back home to make breakfast, don’t think about it, and don’t spread any strange things.

Otherwise, Mr. Zhong Ye became angry and asked me to settle accounts, but I didn't have time to do anything, wouldn't it be a loss.

But what made me breathe a sigh of relief was that Chuya-sama finally let me go, and for some reason, he scolded Mr. Dazai again.

The colleagues around me talked to me: "Mr. Qin can still cook? What a surprise."

I nodded: "Single men, if you want to eat healthier, you can only do it yourself."

"Mr. Qin lives alone?" Another colleague who is older than me joined our topic: "I got married last year. It is really different to have a wife to take care of me. I feel more at ease when I go to work. Mr. Qin has a successful career at a young age. This Conditions are pretty good for the ladies."

Colleagues winked.

I wanted to smile to show my friendliness, but unfortunately my face didn't cooperate, so I nodded silently.

Letting a GAY marry a wife is too irresponsible to the woman, and I am not a scumbag.

Although……

I looked at Nakaya-sama who was very drunk, and sighed in my heart.

Although, liking a minor doesn't sound like much good.

There was a lot of fun in the bar, to deepen the relationship between each other, and before midnight, it finally ended.

In the end, it was me who was in charge of sending Chuya-sama home.

This kind of sweet torture really makes people not know whether to be happy or sad.

With the previous experience, I am familiar with this process.Skillfully drove the car into Mr. Chuya's villa.Parked the car, picked up Chuya-sama, entered the bedroom, and put him on the bed.

Then start reciting the mantra.

Just kidding, anyway, I am also an adult with a bottom line, facing the 16-year-old Nakaya-sama whose figure is between the thinness of a teenager and the tall and straight youth——

Of course I will try to control myself.

Speaking of which—I started to think about strange things again—although Mr. Chuya’s clothes are very good, and it seems that he can use chocker, but for me, this is indeed a kind of Sweet torture.

The black belt of moderate width was wrapped around the fair neck in a non-loose or tight way, half concealed and half hidden, but it had a seductive and profound charm.

I couldn't help but put my fingers in, feeling the pulsation of the blood vessels under the chocker and the shape of the Adam's apple.

I knew in my heart that this approach was very inappropriate, and I should withdraw my hand immediately.However, knowing that it shouldn't be done, but still can't stop doing this kind of thing, everyone must have had a similar experience.

After all, I am also a mortal, so I found a reason to indulge myself.

Feeling the vibrant skin under his fingertips, he finally withdrew his hand and took off the chocker.

Before your mind gets out of hand.

Then came another challenge.

Compared with chocker's half-covered and seductive appearance, skin-fitting black leather gloves are sexy in another sense.The kind that makes one want to do something to his hand under the cover of the glove—

I couldn't help waking up from the delusion, frowning slightly, and for the first time had serious doubts about my moral sense.

Did I really have such evil thoughts towards Chuya-sama when I knew he was only 16 years old this year?I'm such a scum, why didn't I find myself so lewd before?

Putting away distracting thoughts, I wiped Master Chuya's body and put on his pajamas as quickly as possible, and then fled.