I'm really the Chosen One

"Hey, Ango, what gift should I give someone on their birthday?"

Ryo Hanu continued to work in the Supernatural Secret Service Division. Although he was strictly ordered to write a [-]-word review, fortunately he did not lose his job because of it.

The blond boy's hair has grown a lot. It was already of good quality, but now it can be smoothly piled up on his shoulders, sweeping his fair neck as he rolls around on the table.

Ango Sakaguchi pushed his glasses, and his typing fingers stopped. Although the department he was in charge of had always been known for his serious work and correct attitude, it was not mandatory for people to work all the time, and it was okay to take a break occasionally.

Of course he knew who the blond boy wanted to give a gift to, and that was the only one who would have a birthday recently. The blond boy had been mumbling all morning, and if he didn't answer, he would definitely continue.

"As far as I know, the person you want to give the gift to likes a lot of things, you just pick one at random."

The metal pen holder tapped his head lightly, Hanyu Ryo looked at his boss's calm and unwavering face, still a little sad, "I don't have work this afternoon, can I go out for a while?"

"A Liang invited me to the coffee shop by himself. Could it be that he suddenly wants to die with me?" After sighing that the coffee in this shop is still delicious as always, Osamu Dazai blinked his eyes to show that he was all ears.

Osamu Dazai was not surprised when he suddenly received a call from Ryo Hanyu. He already knew what question the young man wanted to ask, but he was also asked out suddenly behind his back. He thought it was quite interesting.

"Dazai, what gift do you think I should give Chuya?"

Holding a small notebook and a pen in his hand, Ryo Hanyu was taking notes seriously. He was still a little undecided. As Dazai who had partnered with Kazuya for so many years, it was necessary to listen to his advice. ask.

"Ango suggested that I give hats or wine, which I also like. Hats are fine, but they are too ordinary. Wine... I don't seem to have enough money..."

Oh hoo, wait for me here.

The blond boy’s eyes were shining brightly, so it’s self-evident what he means, but he is also a poor man, Dazai’s index finger touched the delicate pattern on the cup, and said with a coquettish accent, “Little Ah Liang is really too much, Every time you come to me, it's for something else."

Ryo Hanyu frowned, and cupped Osamu Dazai's bulging cheeks. Now he is not as scary as the outside world rumored, and said in a serious tone, "Don't make trouble, what do you want to give?"

With a long sigh, Osamu Dazai said reluctantly, "If it was me, it would be good if I didn't cause any damage. Mr. Mori will give me a car. As for Miss Hongye, if there is no accident, it should be wine... ..."

Han Shengliang was discouraged, he was about to burst into tears, he had nowhere to go, his blond hair was almost grabbed.

"Then I don't have anything to send!"

The kite-colored eyes rolled, Osamu Dazai propped up his chin with his palm, and his smile suddenly became sincere, "Don't listen to Ango's nonsense, someone else must have given you what you said. For those who want to curry favor with Chuya, these I know my preferences by heart.”

Close to Hanyu Ryo's ear, his voice was almost inaudible, "The best coming-of-age ceremony should be..."

Hanyu Ryo watched Osamu Dazai return to the seat, with a look of winning, with a confident expression on his face, "Is this really okay? I don't think it's okay, right?"

"Yes, Chuya will be very happy, and maybe even cry." Tapping the table with his fingers to increase the persuasiveness of the words, Osamu Dazai's kite eyes curved into crescents, "I swear!"

Osamu Dazai sighed, it was rare for him to be so serious that he was even suspected. It seems that he will not be able to easily deceive others in the future.

There was an endless stream of people coming and going, and the flattery and calculation in his eyes could be seen almost at a glance. Although his vicious reputation made many people frightened, his status as a cadre made people willing to hold back their fear and flatter him.

Few of these people should have sincerely blessed him, and they might even be cursing him to die in their hearts. For example, this person in front of him remembered that he seemed to have destroyed one of his small strongholds before.

He walked over with the wine glass, Zhong Yuan Zhong didn't even want to show any face, he picked up the wine glass irritably and drank it down, and then went straight out amidst the call of the man.

Anyway, he only needs to show up once for a birthday party of this nature, and it has nothing to do with him no matter how dissatisfied other people are. The important thing is the birthday party inside the port Mafia at night.

There was a flash of regret in his blue eyes. He still wanted to spend such a happy moment with important people, not just his companions in Mafia at the port, but also the people he wanted to spend his whole life with.

But people can't be too greedy, the current situation is perfect, Boss and everyone acquiesce in his relationship with the blond boy, but the boy is now a member of the Supernatural Secret Service Division after all.

Taking out a cigarette from the cigarette case, Zhong Yuan put it in his mouth and lit it, puffing out the smoke one after another.

Sure enough, once people have a lot, they always want to have more greedily.

"Chuya, you look very upset?"

Holding a red umbrella in her slender white fingers, the weather was originally clear and cloudless, but the kimono on her back did not make people feel so abrupt, but added a bit of beauty.

But hidden in that beautiful looking red umbrella is a bloodless knife, which ruined the lives of many people who opposed the port Mafia.

"No... Miss Hongye, why are you here?"

How could it be possible for Zhongyuan Zhong to talk about his depression, like a child who can't eat candy, this would be too detrimental to his majesty, he lowered his hat and changed the subject calmly.

"You are the disciple I cultivated, what you are thinking, I can see clearly."

Covering her lips and laughing softly, Ozaki Hongye looked at the big boy who has been working hard for the organization since he joined the port Mafia. It can be said that he is the most dedicated cadre of the Hong Kong black. At this moment, he is showing an expression like an ordinary person. Some emotion and some distressed.

"It's nothing, I'm leaving first, big sister." He pinched his cigarette and left. He had already quit smoking, but now he was really in a bad mood so he couldn't help but take a few puffs.

Nakahara was also depressed until the evening. He hadn't seen Hanyu Ryo in the past few days, nor had he received a greeting text message or phone call from the blond boy. He was also rejected in seconds when he called. The more he thought about it, the more depressed he became. .

If it wasn't for the situation, he would have rushed over to ask if the boy forgot his birthday, or if his annoying boss deliberately obstructed him.

And you can't just add obstacles to the supernatural special affairs department, otherwise there will definitely be a name named Ryo Hanyu among those who work overtime.

Forgot to mention, since the last incident, Hanyu Ryo moved back to the dormitory of the Supernatural Special Affairs Division, and the bed he hadn't warmed up became cold again.

"Mr. Zhongye, today is your coming-of-age ceremony, you can make a wish."

Mori Ogai clapped his hands, and the bustling hall became quiet. He held Alice's hand, and with a warm smile on his always gloomy face, he walked to Nakahara Nakaya in a suit.

"Little slug, make a wish to let yourself grow taller. Maybe the gods will help you grow a centimeter taller after seeing your pious attitude?"

Picking up the glass, he took another sip.Osamu Dazai hooked the corners of his lips. He also prepared a coming-of-age gift for the little dwarf today. This gift can make up for what he didn't give before.

"Bastard Dazai, you are looking for death."

As soon as the sweeping kick passed, Dazai jumped up reflexively to avoid it, so proficient that it made people feel distressed. He didn't plan to beat Dazai hard at his birthday party, so Nakahara just gave up and stopped talking to him.

Dozens of pairs of eyes stared straight at him, and the lights were turned off at this time, so Zhong Yuanzhong could only put his hands together and close his eyes, and blew out the candles after a while of silence.

He himself didn't believe this, if he really wanted to make a wish, he only hoped that Mafia, the port, would be fine, and he and the blond boy would be fine.

Everyone was very high, Nakahara was also given a lot of alcohol, most of it was the bastard Dazai, but fortunately his consciousness was not completely blurred, and he had to scold the Supernatural Secret Service on the way back.

It was all them, otherwise he would be able to be with the blond boy when he went back today, and now he can only sleep alone in the room in the headquarters.

The subordinates sent him downstairs, and Zhongya Nakahara went upstairs by himself. Unexpectedly, he didn't see the dark and empty room, the lights were on in the room, and there was a figure walking around in the kitchen.

"Chuya, are you back?"

Hanyu Ryo seemed to have seen a savior, and stopped in relief, feeling very embarrassed about what he had done, but the dull hair on his forehead stubbornly turned up.

The kitchen was in a mess, all the bottles and jars were poured down, and the eggs and flour were also smeared on the ground, as if they had been ransacked by robbers.

"I was going to make you a cake, but I messed up."

Hanyu Ryo scratched his head in embarrassment, a little flour was still sticking to his fair face, his hair was wet with water and turned into wisps, and he didn't know what to do with the kitchen knife in his hand.

None of this is the point, the point is what the boy is wearing today, with fluffy light orange ears on his head, and an orange tights on his body. The thin fabric sticks to his body, revealing the boy's thin curves.

The overall design is hollowed out, which can just cover some important parts, but the exposed skin gives people more reverie. There is a fluffy tail near the buttocks. Under the action of the boy coming over, it shakes like a It's like having vitality.

It was so exciting, Zhong Yuan suddenly turned his head and covered his nose, he was really afraid of nosebleeds, could this be heaven, is he dreaming?

"I'm sorry, I've been learning from books for a long time these days, but I haven't learned it yet. I haven't prepared my birthday present. I'm too stupid."

The sound of finger to finger was a little sluggish. The brown-haired boy covered his face and couldn't see his expression. He slipped on an eggshell just now and messed up the kitchen.

Hanyu Ryo sneaked a few glances, feeling a little angry.

There was a bell tied to the blond boy's wrist, and the ringing sounded crisply. After recovering from the fog, Zhong Yuanzhong suddenly realized a fact.

The blond boy couldn't get into the headquarters by himself, he must have been brought in by the bastard Dazai, and there was no one else but him.

"Enjoy today."

Zhong Yuanzhong also suddenly remembered what Dazai said jokingly when he was pouring him alcohol. He thought it was talking about drinking at the time, but he didn't take it to heart.

"... Dazai picked it for you?" His voice was trembling, reflecting his unsteady state of mind, Nakahara Nakaya's clenched fists were a little white.

He swears that he will beat Dazai hard to ruin his reputation.

"Yes, but it's a little uncomfortable to wear like this, and it's a little troublesome to make cakes."

He pulled the neckline which was very tight for him. Hanyu Ryo really disliked this suit, saying that it was a gift from the book he bought for making cakes. It was very tight and did not feel comfortable at all. Happy, he won't even glance at it.

He doesn't have strong chest muscles, and he can't show his figure, so he is ugly besides being ugly.

"I will definitely prepare a better gift for you next time."

The boy's expression was very dejected, his fingers were tangled in the hem of his clothes uneasily, Nakahara Chuya ran his fingers through Ryo Hanyu's hair, rubbed the hair that had become messy from making cakes, and lifted the blond boy's face, you can see it from this angle His slender eyelashes, and bright red lips.

His eyes flickered, and Zhong Yuanzhong also followed his heart, "It's very beautiful, I like this gift very much."

The blue eyes were spotless, without any haze, Ryo Hanyu wrinkled his face and rubbed against his chest, "I know you are trying to comfort me."

The blond boy's actions didn't mean anything else, he just wanted to seek some comfort because he failed to make the cake, but Nakahara Chu's sanity, which was already on the verge of collapse, completely disappeared with Ryo Hanyu's actions.

Without further hesitation, he directly pinched the boy's slender waist exposed by his clothes, and carried him into the bedroom amidst his exclamation.

There was something in the pocket of the suit coat, it should be a small bottle, Zhong Yuan put the boy on the bed, and took out some disturbing things in the pocket.

It was a bottle of lubricant, with precautions in English written all over it. The pink ambiguous liquid flowed slowly on the inner wall of the transparent glass. Nakahara also remembered that it seemed that Dazai threw it in when he was drinking.

Hey!

Wanting to throw it out, he took it back, and Zhong Yuanzhong also unbuttoned it, and covered his cool lips under the flustered eyes of the young man.

"Zhongye..."

The young man wanted to speak, Nakahara also pinched his waist, lightly nibbled on Ryo Hanyu's lips, and blocked all the words he wanted to say, clasped his fingers next to his shoulders.

"Wait a minute."

……… (make up your own brain!)

"Chuya, I'll make a cake as a gift next time, so I won't give such a gift." With red eyes, water drops on the eyelashes, and some damage at the corner of the mouth, Hanyu Ryo lay on the bed and dared not move.

He was about to be pulled behind when he moved, and his whole body hurt so badly.

The curve of the back is very beautiful, it is just right between thin and strong, now there are many red hickey marks printed on it, there are also some blue and purple tooth marks, and there are two spots on the slender waist. An easy finger mark.

Zhong Yuanzhong also poured a glass of water and sat by the bed. The bottle of pink lubricant rolled miserably to the floor, because it was not sealed and stained a small piece of the carpet, so he resisted it again.

Just now the boy was crying miserably, and he yelled not to do it when he moved a little bit more. If he comes again, I am afraid it will not be so easy to want it in the future.

Gently dropped a kiss on Ryo Hanyu's moist eyes, "This is the best birthday present I've ever received, bar none."

Hanyu Ryo raised his wet eyes with tears in his voice, "Even if you say that...it's not okay to say that."