I wanted to usurp the throne, and I eloped with the leader Zai

After living with Shuji Tsushima for a few days, a civilian life that I have never experienced in my life, I found that I was almost assimilated, which did not fit my noble and glamorous temperament.

No, as the sole heir of the Shibusawa family, why should I degenerate in a dilapidated rented house? Are my Rolls Royce and Chanel decorations?

How can I be fascinated by these junk foods? Does the skewer downstairs smell like Kobe beef, does the instant noodles smell like caviar, and does the boiled water smell like 82-year-old Lafite?

At this time, Shuji Tsushima, a virtuous little daughter-in-law who came over silently, asked me with a bowl.

"Caramel sauce, what flavor do you want?"

"Hot and sour beef noodles, put more vinegar, thank you."

"Then I want curry flavor~"

The little daughter-in-law in a crème brulee apron happily ran to the kitchen, humming a little song and cooking noodles, holding a spoon.

By the way, I always feel that the curry-flavored instant noodles he made are surprisingly fresh and refined, and they are still eating even though they are so spicy that they are so hot that they are still eating. Is this the so-called curry monster?

Thinking about the fourth bowl of noodles today, I feel that something is wrong. The aroma of the bubbling noodles in the kitchen is wafting, the boiled water in front of my eyes is crystal clear, there is only a plate of peanuts and melon seeds on the table, and the armed detective is playing The latest performance of the agency and the marriage notice of a handsome older young man with a beard, there is only one article written on it, but everyone is persuaded to leave.

【I want to find a woman who can accept 15 children】

What kind of Aquaman was this gentleman when he was young, he could form a football team.

Biting the chopsticks in my hand, looking at the noisy barbecue restaurant, I suddenly realized.

That's right, Shuji Tsushima said, the so-called great hermit living in the city, isn't such a mediocre Michong who lives a mediocre life relying on instant noodles the highest state of the Nites?

The phone rang, and Tsunayoshi Sawada's tired voice sounded like he was about to ascend to heaven.

"Senior Sister, please, come back, I can't hide it anymore. When Reborn comes back and finds that you have run away, the three of us will be sent to the mafia uninhabited island to repent."

That's because you can't, you single dog!I clicked my tongue, touched the gun that was about to fall into ashes in my pocket, and put my hands on my hips confidently: "Shut up, you are nothing! I'm going to get it soon, you just keep it from me, or I will go back and kill you!" Put you to sleep, let Pengo Lie change the dynasty!"

Sawada Tsunayoshi: "...Okay, you're ruthless."

Tsunayoshi Sawada hung up the phone because of his connotation, completely ignored me, and continued to worry about the documents and the increasingly upward hairline.

It’s not a problem to go on like this. Lie under the bed and pull out the guns and ammunition that are about to mold, pack the injections and drugs, and prepare to go out with the cello backpack.

As soon as he took the first step, someone hugged his thigh. This man cried like he took all his family property to gamble and said the last time the sad wife of a scumbag husband. She cried so hard that she was not sad, she shed tears in this second I am really impressed by his skills.

"Ananda, what are you going to do with those things when you go out? You can't go on the path of breaking the law and committing crimes. Our family has been good people for generations, and the future of our children depends on our parents' hard work!"

Ah well, as a part-time killer of the Italian mafia, I am too embarrassed to say that I am a good person, at most I am a good person who kills harm for the people.Besides, wouldn’t it be nice for the child to live a decadent life of the rich second generation? I can’t even count my family property. The clothes and jewelry that my uncle sends every year will fill up three villas.

"I'll just wait, you can stay at home and wait for my good news." I patted his seaweed head, lied without blushing, thinking about killing the little dwarf leader and never coming back.

"I will find a solution to the child's problem. At worst, I will find him a rich woman as a child bride. Don't worry, my dear."

But this annoying little goblin just disagreed, cried and said that he would be with me, the aunt who was holding a clothes hanger on the balcony and training her husband looked at us strangely for a long time, and the police call was about to be called, waiting for a key Take us to the bureau for tea.

Wait... Aunt seems to be calling a mental hospital, asking about the specific symptoms.

As a last resort, with a kind smile, I dragged this little fairy who was crying to death and took a taxi. My poor Rolls-Royce hasn't seen the sun since I came to Yokohama.

According to the information provided by Shuji Tsushima, the Hong Kong|Black Leader is a short man who likes to smoke, drink, race cars and fight. He wears a tasteless top hat and is [-] meters tall. One meter is buried in the ground waiting to be mined.

Have all the dwarfs become smart these days? Why are there dwarfs who like to beat people everywhere.

Holding the arm of the little goblin, Shuji Tsushima, to prevent him from running around, I went to the opposite side of the five buildings in Yokohama, which is said to be the balcony on the top floor of Shuji Tsushima's former company. By the way, this guy used to run a publishing house, no wonder he spent all day There was an air of melancholy young literary and artistic youth, wearing a black coat and wearing a bandage for the second disease of the second disease, and he would sigh after drinking coffee.

In fact, Shuji Tsushima, who is useless to wear sunglasses, is completely blind. I dragged him all the way to the front desk lady. The receptionist probably has never seen the young master who brought the rich woman back to visit openly without being kicked out. The false eyelashes were about to fall off, and he stammered welcome in the light and warning eyes of the young master.

When her eyes moved to me, the false eyelashes had fallen off, and she stared at a certain part with wide eyes, and the eyeballs grew directly on it, and she looked down at her barren airport, her pupils trembled, and her eyes wrote Full of "No, no, does this shit really exist?".

So she stretched out her hands to explore the truth.

Even squeezed twice.

I:"……"

"Excuse me, can you let go?" I helplessly looked up at her blushing with confusion.

The little sister, who was immersed in a certain touch, didn't listen, and rubbed it a few more times. Is this still addictive?

Behind him, Shuji Tsushima's face turned black, and his sunglasses were smashed to pieces. He quickly slapped off the young lady's unscrupulous hands, and dragged me [-] meters to the top floor.

The young man who seemed to have suffered a major blow braved the sky with resentment: "I haven't touched it yet. Why do you touch it and laugh so obscenely? I will deduct your salary later..."

Me: "...are you a child?"

Out of sympathy, I patted him, indicating that he could touch him in the future, and the young man's eyes lit up, filled with the innocent dream of a teenager, and stretched out those little claws that were about to see the dream.

"After all, air tickets to Thailand are quite cheap." I smiled and handed him the phone.

The light in the eyes of the poor young man went out, and he quietly huddled in the corner to himself, drawing circles of resentment.

I didn't have time to deal with the fragile boy's heart, so I opened the cello bag, assembled the sniper rifle, and started looking for a good angle to face the main entrance of the building. When the little man went out to race, it was the time of his death.

So we waited until three o'clock in the morning and did not wait for the leader to get off work.

How can I repair it, I didn't expect it to be a social animal!

I turned my head to look at Shuji Tsushima, good guy, he has already slept beautifully under his black coat.

No way, as an excellent Italian gentleman, you can't just stand by and watch the handsome guy on the side of the road who is about to freeze to death.

I took off my coat and covered his curly hair gently blown by the night wind, it looked pretty good.

Holding the bag in one hand and Shuji Tsushima in the other, he carried the item home step by step.

The young man on his back was breathing unbelievably steadily. If it wasn't for the faint heartbeat that was still clear, I would almost suspect that he had already gone to heaven to blow the horn.

He seems to be talking in his sleep, the arm on his chest is weakly trying to grab something important, the warm breath next to his ear is alluring, and his fluffy head is like an insecure little beast, rubbing against each other affectionately. neck.

Although due to the huge height difference, his feet fell on the ground, he looked like a disabled person, and he didn't wake up after carrying ten miles on his back. The quality of sleep was really admirable.

There is no way, the height is like that, it is not bad to be able to carry this big man of 1.8 meters, and I am still picky.

When I returned to the warm rental house, this guy finally let go of his frowning brows while lying on the bed. He unconsciously held my right hand and refused to let go. He opened and closed his mouth to say something, and I leaned closer to listen.

The pale and sickly palm that slipped from the shoulder desperately touched an indescribable part.

Also squeezed it curiously.

I:"……"

A group of grass and mud horses galloped across the Hulunbuir Prairie, leaving behind a full screen of "grooving".

the next day--

A new day starts with sleeping in.

"Bang bang—"

Shuji Tsushima: "...Caramel sauce, please open the door, Aji was careless, I was wrong, really wrong!"

The chirping of birds is really annoying today.

Shuji Tsushima was wronged: "Hey, I was really wrong, I bought skewers, can I give them all to you?"

Heh, man, do you think you can bribe me with such small profits?

Shuji Tsushima: "I also bought Yokohama's famous caramel milk tea and limited edition creme brulee!"

There is really no way, it is the basic etiquette of an Italian gentleman to treat his lover gently.

So I took the skewers, caramel milk tea and creme brulee back to the house.

"Caramel sauce! Did you forget your lovely Aji, caramel sauce—"

"boom!"

The wailing outside the door continued, and I indifferently maintained the machine with a skewer in my mouth. What are men, cold and cold weapons are true love.

This time, I can't bring this little goblin with me, men will only affect the speed at which I draw my sword.

When I went out, as soon as I went out, I saw the aunt opposite and her husband secretly stuffed something for Shuji Tsushima, and I saw the lovely and pitiful Shuji Tsushima wiping his tears very strongly. Who is this literary young man? It was his fault that Ananda was not satisfied and was thrown out of the room in the middle of the night.

The uncle patted him on the shoulder sadly: "Young man, be careful, women are like wolves and tigers, at worst, get some kidney treasure."

Shuji Tsushima continued to sell miserably, covering his little face miserably: "But Anada won't let me go to bed recently, is she tired of me and is going out to find a little elf?"

When did I let you go, pawing at the corner of the wall, I slowly made a question mark?

When the uncle heard this, he looked around like a thief, took out something from his pocket, and stuffed it into Shuji Tsushima's pocket at a lightning speed that didn't match his age. serious expression, showing big white teeth and giving a thumbs up.

"This is the experience I have cultivated for many years, and I will pass it on to you in the future."

Shuji Tsushima twitched, clutching his pocket tightly, for fear that the uncle would regret it: "This, is this not good?"

"To lock a woman's heart, you must first lock her stomach."

Grandpa was all smiles.

Shuji Tsushima was stunned.

I moved my hand, and the small book stuffed into my pocket reads [On the cultivation of a house husband, from entry to entry].

Shuji Tsushima: "...Sorry to bother you."

I'm so angry, but I still have to keep smiling jpg

When people get unlucky, nothing can stop them.

A streak of red lightning galloped away, splashing water unscrupulously.

Silently holding the milk tea, I felt a little sorry for the little skirt that was splashed by the car. After all, it was sewn by my uncle himself. Look at this cute little skirt, how can I be so prodigal.

Well, as long as that gentleman apologizes sincerely, I can still leave his whole body... Wait, why did he run away?

Made, this is bearable!

Putting on a standard throwing posture, I raised my arms and threw the milk tea with the momentum of a shot put, and gave a big drink.

"That bad boy in front of you! You stop for my old lady——"

I don’t know why this sentence hit the man’s sore spot. The locomotive in front of me drifted brilliantly along the way and stopped in front of me with sparks and lightning. I let out an angry “Huh?”, with long legs slung across the locomotive, holding milk tea in one hand, Pulling off his hat with one hand, he lowered his head and flicked his tongue impatiently, roaring angrily.

"Who is the name of the little dwarf?"

"The dwarf is calling you!"

This dwarf tricks me, okay, watch me dye your hat green!

It seems that the little people in Yokohama are not very good people!

I pointed at the clothes and yelled louder than him: "Can't you see the way? You've tarnished the innocence of my clothes!"

The little dwarf's scalp was numb from my yelling, his face was confused, and he bowed reflexively: "I'm sorry, it's me... No, then why are you beating me with milk tea? It's too much!"

I sneered: "If I don't hit you with milk tea, how can you apologize to me here?"

The young man who knew he was right was irritably rubbing the orange-red hair under the brim of his hat, which looked like a delinquent boy. He looked at me a few times, saw that the water-stained skirt was stained with shame, and looked at the whispering crowd around him. Suddenly he felt guilty. He took out a card from his pocket and put it in my hand, comforting me nicely.

"Little friend, this is for you. Big brother is going to work, so I can't compensate you for milk tea. I'll give you this first, okay?"

Seeing my sudden change of expression, he thought he had said something wrong, and looked at the students passing by pointing at him with a guilty conscience.

"Ah, today is the first day of school, right? Which middle school do you go to? I'll send you off?"

I:"……"

This, this person is so terrifying, he actually used words to attack personally, and even tried to lower my height of [-] meters, heh, what a damn difference.

"Hey, are you okay? Your face is flushed, why are you shaking?! Do you need me to call an ambulance!" He frowned.

I took a step back while clutching my chest, stretched out my hand against his body that was about to come over, and swallowed a mouthful of old blood forcefully.I didn't expect this guy to beat me to the hospital. He is indeed a delinquent juvenile killing Matt on the streets of Yokohama, so vicious.

So Yokohama is a wonderful city full of dwarves riding motorcycles all over the street?No wonder my uncle took me to Italy when I was a child, it was so scary.

"No way, go to the hospital with me! Don't look at me like that, I'm really not a bad person!"

What?He even asked me to follow him to an unspeakable place, do you want to play a doctor game?What a filthy and evil adult, playing bigger than Muku, wait a minute, is he going to take out a hospital gown for me?

"Ah, I'm sorry, you put on this dress first, and I'll buy you a new one later, okay?"

Seeing my wet skirt, he looked at me with pity and guilt, took off his burgundy coat and tried to give it to me, speaking in a soft voice, like coaxing a child who cried, made trouble and hanged himself because he didn't want to take medicine. It is filled with the glory of motherhood.

Really, really give me clothes! ! !

It's over, that guy said, Neon tricked an ignorant girl to go to a small black room to play with a strange stuffed corn with a strange sauce. This guy gave me money and returned my clothes. He must have something wrong in his heart.

After knocking down his hand, I retreated vigilantly to the crooked-neck tree, watching him leaning over like a disobedient child and persuading him, hugging the tree body and swearing to the death.

"Go away! You weird sorceress who tried to abduct an ignorant girl, uncle police come quickly—"