On the Possibility of Being with the Chief Jae HE

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In the dark night, only the starry sky is still bright, and the cold moonlight is projected on the big tree next to the garage, and the leaves are thoroughly illuminated.

Quiet and deserted.

"Sorry," Zhongyuan Zhongya's voice was indifferent and formulaic: "If the leader has any work arrangements, you can ask Yin to call his subordinates, and hang up if there is nothing to do."

Chuya Nakahara's voice fell and he waited for 10 seconds. There was a clear sound of breathing and wind on the other end of the phone. Presumably Osamu Dazai called him drunk again by the river.

only,

This time, no one will go there in the middle of the night.

Nakahara also didn't hear Dazai Osamu's answer, but the sound of breathing on the other end was covered by the wind, maybe he missed the only time Dazai Osamu's bewildered expression today.

after all,

In normal terms, the perverse and cruel top cadres would have rushed over impatiently.

Zhong Yuanzhong also lowered his eyelashes: "Then the subordinate will die."

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Zhong Yuanzhong also put his mobile phone on the shoe cabinet, loosened his tie, put on slippers and walked into his apartment.

After washing and coming out, Zhong Yuan only put a white bath towel around his waist, and stepped on his slippers to get a beer from the refrigerator.

- With a sound of "Bo", the tab is pulled open.

Zhongyuan Zhong also held the beer high, raised his head and took a big gulp. The clear and bitter liquid flooded his throat, slowing down the busyness and exhaustion of the day.

The last drop of liquid fell into his lips, Zhong Yuanzhong also squeezed the can without any hesitation, threw it into the trash can with a "boom", and fell on the sofa, looking up at the big chandelier in the apartment.

The light in the apartment is warm orange. I chose it because its light is soft and warm. After a hard day at home, there will always be a sense of belonging.

but.

No matter how warm the lighting is, it will feel glaring after a long time.

Zhong Yuanzhong also closed his eyes slightly, and the mottled in front of his eyes did not fade because of the closure of the eyelids, like a colorful imprint.

He couldn't help frowning, opened his ice blue eyes again, and decided to go to sleep.

-"Snapped."

Zhong Yuanzhong also turned off the light, entered the room, fell on the soft bed, the wound on his body was insignificant itching and pain, and he was exhausted, and he fell asleep after a while.

- "Chuya, I'm leaving."

- "It's a pity that Zhongya likes me so much. You have liked me since you were 15 years old, right? Zhongya thinks I don't know?"

You don't need to know.

asshole.

Zhong Yuanzhong also frowned, struggling and ridiculing on his sleepy face, and was comforted by a soft feeling the next moment.Similar to the coolness and softness of moonlight, there will be no excessive indifference, nor overflowing tenderness.

It couldn't be more appropriate.

Nakahara also saw Osamu Dazai's figure wearing a black windbreaker and a crimson scarf in his dream gradually fade away, replaced by the delicate and soft hair touching his skin.

The vigilance of being in Hong Kong and Heilongjiang for a long time made Zhong Yuanzhong also get out of his sleep, and the sharp ice blue unfolded in the darkness, "Who?!"

Nakahara Chuya's hand pinched the opponent's fragile neck first.It was only between Lei Ting and Zhong Yuan that he grabbed the opponent's neck before he realized——

Is this the neck of a child?

Thin and fragile, he could crush him with one hand.Where would a child dare to climb into a mafia bed?

Nakahara Chuya immediately thought of Yato, who was doing things out of the way, and stretched out his hand to turn on the light with a cold face. After seeing the child's true face, he opened his eyes slightly:

The person he restrained was indeed a brat, but this brat was too beautiful, a head of smooth and soft silver hair was scattered all over the ground because of the posture he held his neck and lifted up, barely falling to Xiao Qiao's feet, eyes It was silver-purple, and even the face was round and somewhat like a white and fat bun.

It's a pity that there is no human emotion in his eyes.There was some ignorance and indifference in the grape-like round eyes, and he was strangling his neck for a moment.

There appears to be a disturbance in the perception of emotion and pain.

"Who are you?" Zhongyuan Zhongye's icy blue eyes flashed surprise, and the strength in his hand did not restrain himself: "Why did you appear on my bed."

"On the bed...?" The little boy tilted his head, repeating Chuya's words like babbling, his smooth silver hair fell down because of the tilt of his head, revealing the sapphire earrings hidden in the silver hair. "I?"

Can't even speak clearly?

It's almost like... a newborn child...

Newborn?

Zhong Yuanzhong also frowned and thought this way, and a stern light flashed across his ice blue eyes in vain:

Could it be the egg he picked up? !

Zhong Yuanzhong also suddenly remembered the god he had seen not long ago, compared with the ignorant and cold little ghost in front of him:

They both have long silver hair flowing with Ye Hua in the night, the same silver-purple eyes, and the same coldness exuding a misty fairy air.Even the clothes he was wearing were exactly the same as those of that day!

"..." Zhongyuan Zhong also looked at the god who had shrunk significantly by more than double, "What's your name?"

"Name...character?" The little god opened his eyes blankly, babbling and repeating Zhongye's words.

Can't even remember the name.Was it really a supernatural power?Is there another powerful supernatural being in Yokohama?

Zhong Yuanzhong also changed the question: "Why did you turn into an egg, forget it, why did you appear on my bed?"

The previous question was too advanced, and Zhongyuan Zhong also knew that he couldn't ask the answer when he saw the little ghost's blank expression, so he simply chose to change the question.

Zhong Yuanzhong can also feel that the child in front of him is true. The three views and common sense are all children's patterns, let alone the memories of his life.

"On the bed...?" The child blinked his crow-feather eyelashes in a small arc, and the thick eyelashes couldn't hide the silvery purple in the child's eyes.Big ignorance was written on the round little face.

Just when Zhongyuan Zhongye thought he would not answer, the child raised his eyelashes and pointed at him with his fleshy little finger.

I?

Zhong Yuanzhong also frowned, and when he was thinking about his previous contact with this kid, he heard his childish voice speak shocking words in a quite calm tone.

"Mom...Mom." The child spoke out the words with difficulty, pointed at Zhong Ye and said, "I, follow."

"???????"

Zhong·Suddenly promoted to become Ma Mabai and picked up a son of a god, but he was not happy. Also: Whom mother do you call your mother?Believe it or not I strangled you on the spot.

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"........."

"........."

Zhong Yuanzhong also stared at the little ghost for a while, and found that the little ghost was not aware of any dangerous factors at all. He tilted his head to look at himself with a cold and ignorant face, and finally took back his pheromone with hidden murderous intentions in discouragement, and made the following conclusions:

1. The kid can't smell his pheromones.

2. It has been confirmed that it is a little ghost that has been transformed from a god into an egg, and then hatched from the egg.

3. He can't smell the pheromone from the imp.

So it can be judged that the little ghost is not a supernatural being in this world, but perhaps a victim who was implicated by the gap in time and space.

but,

Zhong Yuanzhong also said that he really wanted to strangle the little devil to death on the spot - who will be your damn mother!

"Why did the so-called imprinting behavior happen to me!!" Zhong Yuan couldn't bear it anymore and pulled the kid over by his collar. "Your mother is not me, understand?"

The little ghost tilted his head, and there was a devil-like whisper hidden under his pretty childlike face: "Mom...Mom."

Did you think he wouldn't hit you?

Nakahara also tightened his grip on the kid's collar. He has mentioned Osamu Dazai's collar countless times, and he knows that such tightness can just give him a sense of suffocation.But the little ghost in front of him didn't seem to feel the pain, nor could he feel other people's emotional fluctuations, so he looked at Zhongye quietly with his eyes open.

Can't feel pheromones, can't feel danger, don't even have the ability to feel pain?

Nakahara Nakaya let go of his hand, watching the kid's short legs fall on the soft bed condescendingly without showing a panicked look, thinking about whether he should call Yato over with money summoning to check the situation.

But that guy Yato will only add to the chaos.

Zhong Yuanzhong also pressed his forehead. He confirmed that he didn't want to mess with people in the middle of the night, so he canceled his plan to call people over.

As for Sir Claremont...

Forget it, the little boy is keen on finding fault and getting back the situation.Zhongyuan Zhong also didn't want to send the opportunity of ridicule to Mr. Claremont.

Of course, the subordinates are even more impossible.

Zhong Yuanzhong also found that he really couldn't find a suitable candidate for a while, and it was the first time that he knew the importance of fearsome words-the majestic alpha Hong Kong black cadres were called mothers by little ghosts...

He still can't afford to lose face.

Zhongyuan Zhong also rubbed his sore forehead, and there was a sudden tearing sound from a corner of the shirt, Zhongyuan Zhong also looked down and saw the white and tender little devil's fleshy hands, grabbing his shirt and pulling it.

The baby's chubby little face was slightly turned up, and there was no emotion on his face, and his silver-purple eyes were also cold.

"Mom...Mom." The little ghost pointed to the middle of the finger and signaled that he was calling him, then pointed to himself, "...to sleep with..."

Zhong Yuanzhong also bowed his head expressionlessly: Sleep with *your head, brat.Strangle you.

"Mother."

Sure enough, you can't understand people's words?

Zhong Yuanzhong also thought about it expressionlessly, and felt a cold gaze falling on him, as sticky and vicious as if being stared at by a poisonous snake hiding in the dark.

It's hard to ignore.

Nakahara also temporarily gave up on continuing to communicate with the kid, and turned his head to look at the source of his line of sight—as expected, he saw Osamu Dazai standing outside his bedroom in a black windbreaker.

I don't know how long I watched it.

"Zhongye."

Osamu Dazai stared down at him with long and narrow peach blossom eyes, thick and curly eyelashes cast a faint shadow on the end of the eyes, and the bottom of the eyes was cold and indifferent.

"When did you and someone else even have a child?"