Life is on me [Comprehensive]

"Bah."

Rin, who was leaning on the sofa, looked away expressionlessly from the news channel on the TV, and turned to look at the dartboard about five meters away from her sideways. at its central edge.

care.

No doubt she cared.

Even though Rin pretended to be disapproving and calm when chatting with Mei Lin that day, she would still be more concerned in private - she naturally knew this.

After all, this is the job she uses to make a living. If even her name falls to the altar, then she has nothing to say.

Just like when she first went to Yuanyue Academy, she didn't really just practice cooking skills. She mainly wanted to practice knife skills. When she could easily cut tofu into petals as thin as silk, she would take It is more handy to pick up other weapons.

... She wanted to study medicine before, but it was really too difficult, studying medicine was too difficult.

Although Rin lost most of her memories of her previous life because she was trapped in the research institute, she still knows that she was originally an art student and spent most of her time painting.

…So she could only lower the standard in the end and write down those lethal points that can kill with one blow.

Jiang Gu Ling's purpose is to save people and protect the country.

But not Rin.

She is not interested in any of the righteousness of the country, her hands are used to kill people, but...Mr. Jiang Gu wants to use her hands to save people, the ghost knows what he thinks.

Lin Ming is stubborn and doesn't listen to his words. After three years, she still looks like that. She never lets go of her targets, and all of them are killed by one blow, so that Jiang Guling often feels stuffy.

But everything has two sides.

Fugu Ling doesn't like her approach, but some people like it.

Rin casually picked up the fruit knife stuck in the apple, and dropped it into the target.

This time, right in the center of the circle.

If she checked correctly, Ganghei and that winery seem to be in a semi-competitive relationship... Wait.

what.

Speaking of which, Mr. Nakahara, have you ever seen Jiang Gu Ling? ? ?

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Although Rin is very curious about this question, but... Regardless of whether Mr. Nakahara has met Mr. Furutani or not, her temporary boss who is as good at cars must know the name of Nakahara Chuya.

After all, the police, hahahahahahaha!Zero's executor is different from an assassin like her who only cares about the safety of her employer and the target.

"nervous?"

Rin's fingers moved slightly, she turned her head to show a smile, and softly answered Chuya Nakahara, who was holding her arm.

"No, I'm ready."

Zhongya Nakahara is wearing a more formal suit than usual at the moment, and his ocher hair is tied in a small braid in the middle and lower part...By the way, today his tie was tied by Rin himself.

"Cheshire has already told you what to do."

"...Yes." Rin rolled his eyes, and put his foot into his ear, "Don't worry, I understand."

Zhong Yuanzhong also looked at her calm and confident appearance, and raised an eyebrow subtly.

In fact, he himself didn't know what Rin was going to do, Cheshire just said that she knew it was enough... Nakahara also knew that his acting skills were not good enough, so he still had to admit it.

So he didn't know what they planned to do in Cheshire.

If Rin wins the favor of Mrs. Laurelley, no matter what it is, it will be of great help to them in dealing with the dormant counterattack of the Fitzlin family. If this noble lady really likes it, so what if she gets on her bed , the worst plan is nothing more than useless, but Hong Kong and black will naturally not put the decisive weapon in the hands of such an ordinary person... Everyone understands the principle of courtesy first and soldiers later.

Anyway, the tool man's wife who was used for such a task left if she couldn't do it.

... Cheshire originally thought so.

Until he knew that his cadre was a pure love department, Rin was really powerful (despair).

This can only be counted on Rin to earn some gas by himself, and it made him deliberately adjust the plan, which is really embarrassing for him.

The store manager Sakurazawa doesn't think so, he still has a dream that Rin will return to work in his store after Nakahara Chuya and Rin divorce.

After meticulous care, the silver-white long hair looked like a moonlight under the shining light. She smiled with downcast eyes, her pupils moved, and her gaze inadvertently shifted from the wide open bed to the table not far in front. When the high heels touched the ground, she pretended to make a light sound inadvertently, and she deliberately moved closer to Nakahara Chuya, feeling that he froze subconsciously.

"Too nervous, Mr. Nakahara—" she whispered.

Zhong Yuanzhong also choked out a few words in a very low voice: "...I know! Don't stick...so close."

Rin curled the corner of her mouth and said unintentionally: "Yes, you are right in everything you say." But her eyes fell on the woman who half-covered her face with a fan.

The other party's golden hair was tied behind her head, neatly and cleanly, with only one strand hanging from her ear, which added a bit of style to her mature charm.

The people around Mrs. Laurelai just left, as if they had just finished talking about a business, their thoughtful eyes fell on Rin.

"Ah, what a...beautiful girl." Madame Laurelei narrowed her eyes slowly.

Rin smiled, and there seemed to be an undercurrent between the two of them.

"I'll leave for a while, Mr. Nakahara, let's get busy first..." Rin pretended to be silent but was upright, as if doing whatever he wanted, passed his fingers over Nakahara Chuya's palm, and then walked in the direction of Mrs. Lorelei until he reached her in front of.

"Well... If I were the host this time, I wouldn't have this opportunity to have a detailed chat with you."

Madame Laurelai narrowed her eyes, and looked at the red-haired young man who turned sideways and started talking to the person next to him.

He still seemed to have some youthfulness that had not completely faded away, and there was still a hostility rarely seen among the people present in his gestures.

That wasn't the kind of aura that could be obtained by just killing a few people with a gun. He must have had a lot of blood on his hands.

Only Madame Laurelai was more curious about another matter.

She walked to the place next to the balcony, and the waiter next to her moved away knowingly, giving them the space here.

"Are you choosing to belong?" Mrs. Laurellai said, pretending to be casual, shaking her fan slightly.

In fact, I care very much, very much.

Rin was someone she had been recruiting for a long time but hadn't been able to get. She fell into someone else's house suddenly, and as a result, someone came to her without knowing it. generally.

Mrs. Laurelai does not follow the formula that the ignorant is innocent.

"It has nothing to do with the organization, I just care about people."

"Oh? Then you are..."

"Just push the boat along with the flow."

"What if I don't help?"

"Will you?" Rin showed an innocent smile as if ignorant, as if he trusted the person in front of him extremely.

Mrs. Lorelei raised her eyebrows: "Hmm...that young man, does he know your identity?"

She saw it just now, that person seemed to be subconsciously standing beside Rin in a protective posture, if it was pure love, it would be understandable, but that person is not... This is very strange.

Among other things, as far as Mrs. Laurelai knows, it is not difficult for Rin to turn this place from a dance party into a corpse dance... it just takes some effort.

She likes to say it best - it's not a big problem, it just takes some effort.

He is obviously an assassin, yet he moves like a vanguard on the battlefield. It's really weird, but...extremely attractive.

"I don't know." Rin blinked and said as a matter of course.

Madame Laurelai curled her lips: "I think so."

If he had seen Rin's appearance when he was on a killing spree, he would definitely not have this reaction.

The girl's eyebrows and eyes were careless, she was wearing a dress, her hair was tied into a single ponytail, and the skirt was obviously not too slit, but it didn't affect her movements like flowing water in the slightest, as if every movement was not at all cumbersome. The meaning of their respective existences is the dance of killing that cannot be imitated by the most sophisticated instruments, and it belongs only to that moment.

The outside is the most soft and flawless, and the inside is the most unscrupulous. The sharp contrast is like the blood splashed on her skirt, mottled and dazzling.

The image of the past was still haunting Madame Laurelai's mind.

That was the first time in her life, and it might be the last time she saw Rin's "work content".

If it weren't for her identity and her quick opinion, Rin might have killed her without hesitation.

Miss Killer was not at all indecisive, but the silver fork that was casually on the table stayed in her hand, and it became an extremely ferocious weapon.

Even different from many habitual murderers, she is not "enjoying", nor does she feel half of "guilt", but more like doing "business" impartially and decently, as naturally as most people pick up a pen to write and flip through a book and earnestly.

Madame Laurelai always felt that it was the most beautiful picture she had ever seen, even though the person in it was pointing a weapon at her throat.

I don't know whether this little gentleman chosen by her can bear such a beauty that is completely opposite to the surface.

Madame Laurelai smiled meaningfully.

She didn't choose to put water on their way because of Rin's sake, but because of her expectations for the gentleman she chose.

How far can he do it?

She was really... very curious.

special.

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After the banquet.

Zhong Yuan, who was busy with other things, was also walking home, lost in thought.

"What did the lady mean just now? 'I wish you a happy marriage as before.'... What did you say?"

Rin blinked, and was noncommittal about the flag-like words, and asked, "What's wrong? I said I love my family very much, especially Mr. Nakahara—"

Nakahara Chuya: "...Are you serious?"

"I'm serious." Rin, who opened his eyes and said nonsense, nodded seriously.

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The saddest person was Mr. Sakurazawa, the store manager, who learned that Mrs. Laurellai gave way to help their affairs.

"What did I do wrong, what about divorce, what was agreed..."

"Shut up, I didn't agree." Cheshire adjusted his glasses, and a light flashed in his eyes, "I underestimated Rin... By the way, I just want to know one thing now."

"Ah?" The store manager Sakurazawa groaned weakly.

"Is Mr. Nakaya green?"

"..."