I finally became a bottle of fake wine

Even after being greeted face to face, Irene still struggled in place for a few seconds, she was still struggling between "ignoring the other party and walking away" and "pretending not to hear and just walking away".

"What a coincidence, I was able to meet you here, Ai, Lin, Jiang~" When she was struggling, the boy sitting in the trash bin increased his tone and voice, which eventually attracted many people who hadn't dispersed yet. Onlookers noticed his performance.

"What a coincidence, Dazai-san."

So Irene walked over, bent down and squatted in front of Osamu Dazai who was thrown into the trash can by a beautiful lady, trying to show a smiling face.

"Hmm~" Osamu Dazai sat in the trash can and stretched out his hand towards Irene, "Can you give me a hand~ I can't use my strength right now."

As he said this, he didn't mind at all that his body was covered with fruit juices from various bottles and cans in the trash can.

Irene looked at him for a while, but still reluctantly stretched out her hand to pull him up.

"Huh, thank you..."

Osamu Dazai, who was pulled up by Irene, brushed off his black coat, and then showed a distressed expression. "Oh, this is the coat that Mr. Mori gave me... This is really bad."

Although the distress he said was pitiful, there was a nonchalant smile on his face.

"This kind of coat should be easy to wash." Irene followed his words and looked at the black coat on the other party's body, and then made a judgment based on the setting of a small housework expert. "There should be a dry cleaner nearby."

"But I don't have any extra clothes to change, and the wallet was washed away when I jumped into the river before..." The boy said this, and his iris-colored eyes fixed on Irene, which was very obvious. up.

"...Mr. Dazai, if you are so thick-skinned, you will be beaten."

Irene sighed, touched her wallet, showing a helpless look.

Seriously, she didn't really want to buy clothes for men.

What's more, it's a man who has been habitually oppressing himself.

"Well, I've already learned enough about this from the lady's slap just now." Osamu Dazai nodded, then raised his head to identify the direction, and walked straight away.

"..." Seeing Osamu Dazai walking directly in a certain direction talking to himself, Irene struggled for a while, but obediently followed him.

Otherwise, she was afraid that she would be put on small shoes by the other party when she went to work.

Don't look at Osamu Dazai as a refreshing and weak-looking handsome boy, whose gentle iris-colored eyes have drowned many beautiful, lovely and innocent ladies, but that person is actually a black-hearted ghost who eats people and doesn't spit out bones.

In this regard, she has learned a lot from the tragic experience of her boss Nakahara Chuya.

"By the way, Irene-chan, this is not the direction of your home, is it?" When Osamu Dazai went to the clothing store, the other party suddenly asked without beginning or end.

"Huh?" Irene was taken aback when she heard this before she recovered.

"...This is a famous dating place, is it possible that Irene-chan is dating someone here?" Osamu Dazai turned his head to look at her as he said so, his kite-colored eyes were full of teasing smiles.

"..." Irene blinked her lake-blue eyes, "Can't I just come here to relax?" She said with a blush on her face, looking like a girl in a hurry It's as if you're busy making excuses that don't hold water at all.

"Don't worry, don't worry, I won't dictate to Irene-chan's private life." Seeing Irene showing such a young daughter's attitude, Osamu Dazai quickly turned his head and laughed twice, "I just suddenly feel that Chu is really Pitiful."

"……Eh?"

Didn't hear what Osamu Dazai was muttering clearly, Irene wanted to approach him suspiciously, but gave up after seeing the sticky liquid on the other's coat.

"It's nothing, ah, I found it."

Dazai smiled and waved his hand.

"……Um……"

Although she didn't know what Osamu Dazai was trying to trick, she didn't intend to guess.

"Irene sauce, how long have you been in Port Mafia?"

After changing the shirt on his body and throwing his coat into the washing machine, Osamu Dazai sat on the stool and restlessly bent one leg while the other dangled back and forth like this, looking at Irene's back who was about to leave and suddenly asked.

"Huh? It will be a year in one month."

"Hey, it's been almost a year, how time flies."

"Well, so?"

Irene didn't know whether Osamu Dazai asked the question casually or had some special meaning, she asked back with a calm expression.

"...Irene sauce, do you want to help you organize a party for the first anniversary of your official employment?"

Osamu Dazai clapped his hands while talking, looking very proud of himself for coming up with such a good idea.

"Forgive me, Mr. Dazai." Hearing what Osamu Dazai said, Irene showed a wry smile, "Our department's budget is not used for this kind of place, and recently I heard that the budgets of various departments may be cut. .”

"Eh? Budget cuts? I don't know about that."

Hearing these words, Osamu Dazai showed a surprised expression, his iris-colored eyes were rounded, looking like a surprised kitten.

"Well, I just heard that I don't know if the leader made this decision in the end."

When she walked to the door, she suddenly turned her head as if remembering something, "Does Mr. Dazai have transportation expenses to go back?"

Hearing this sentence, the other party showed a suddenly realized expression, then smiled sweetly and spread his hands towards her, "Of course not."

"...Please don't bother Mr. Chuya." Irene sighed deeply seeing the other party confidently expressing that you have no money to go back at all, and that you have the intention to go directly to Chuya Nakahara to pick you up.

She knows it!

"Mr. Chuya was injured a few days ago because of dealing with the struggle with other gangs. Please let him rest well."

So she took the initiative to hand over her wallet.

"Ah, Erin-chan, are you an angel who came to save me?!"

Seeing the girl with long silver hair walking towards him, and then putting the wallet in his hand, Osamu Dazai's eyes became bright.

He took the other party's wallet with both hands, and expressed his deepest respect to Irene in a tone of praise to the Virgin.

"No."

Erin categorically denied the other party's statement and said that she refused to accept the other party's rainbow fart.

Zhong Yuanzhong was also lying on the bed and sleeping soundly, when the phone suddenly rang.

The phone rang continuously and persistently for several minutes before he stretched out his hand impatiently from under the quilt, "Hello?"

Dazai Osamu's light and playful voice came from the other end of the phone, "Yo, Chuya."

He seemed to be in a very lively place now, and the background noise almost overwhelmed his talking business.

"What are you bastard mackerel calling me for?"

Hearing Dazai Osamu's voice, Nakahara Chu suddenly became energetic as if he had been pumped with chicken blood.

"Ah, this..." Hearing Nakahara Chuya's words, Osamu Dazai's voice became a little distressed, "I jumped into the river before, and then my wallet was washed away by the water..."

Nakahara Chu also gritted his teeth, and was just about to say what the fuck is none of my business, when Osamu Dazai continued, "Then I ran into Erin-chan just now, and she kindly gave me all her wallet ~"

"what?"

Hearing that his subordinate actually handed over the wallet directly to Osamu Dazai, Nakahara didn't need to think about it to know that the girl with long silver hair must have been threatened by that bastard to hand it over.

"Then I was so happy that I went straight to the bar to play~" Dazai Osamu quickly continued to talk about his situation, "It's a pity that I forgot that Irene-chan is different from our quasi-cadres. Her wallet Not enough for the glasses of wine I ordered..."

So now he's locked up in a bar.

"Chuya, hurry up and save me~ Otherwise, they will follow the wallet to find Erin-chan~"

"What the hell are you waiting for me!"

After hearing what Osamu Dazai had said about the situation, Chuya Nakahara got up from the bed while cursing.

While rubbing his sore arm muscles, he put his wallet in his arms, and rushed over to the place where Osamu Dazai reported.

Whether to save the mackerel is a secondary matter, the main thing is not to embarrass the port mafia.

If there are rumors that "prospective cadres have no money to drink Bawang wine", will their port mafia still be human? !

By the way, it's very pitiful for his subordinates to be bullied by that bastard all the time, it's better not to let this kind of trouble find her again.

Thinking of this, Zhong Yuanzhong also pressed his hat.

"Hi~"

When Nakahara Chuya arrived, Osamu Dazai happened to be sitting on the sofa drinking leisurely at the moment, the expression on his face was very relaxed, and there was nothing like "I was detained for drinking Bawang wine because I had no money" .

"You bastard...are you donkey me?"

Seeing Dazai Osamu's appearance, Nakahara Chuya's anger rose slowly.

"Oh, Chuya, you came so fast~" Seeing Nakahara Chuya walking in front of him step by step, Osamu Dazai waved at him, without the slightest sense that he was about to be beaten.

He happily raised his cup towards Zhongyuan Zhongye.

"Are you itchy?" Seeing Osamu Dazai raised his wine glass towards him, Nakahara gritted his teeth and grabbed his collar, his blue eyes were full of anger.

"Haha, I just want to confirm one thing." Seeing Nakahara Chuya's face burning with anger, Osamu Dazai was not guilty, he moved back a little, and then laughed dryly.

"Well, about Irene sauce."

"Her?" Hearing Dazai Osamu mentioned his subordinate, Nakahara was also puzzled.

Why did Osamu Dazai mention Irene all of a sudden?

By the way, just now he said that he ran into her on the street...

"Well, Irene-chan seems to be out on a date with someone today~" Osamu Dazai raised his index finger with a smile, and told Chuya Nakahara what he had discovered in a low voice, his iris-colored eyes glowed with some kind of malicious light.

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