Lord Shenming ran away with "dirty"

"So this is where you're taking me?"

Zhong Ye stood in the shop with his face like ink, but he still opened his arms obediently, allowing the tailor here to measure his body.

Looking at him mysteriously, I thought it was something very important, but I didn't expect...

"Well, add these styles and what he just ordered, and make a few more of each style."

"Okay, sir." The receptionist carefully wrote down the styles he chose, and wrote and drew on the list.

"Hey!"

Seeing that Sakakibara deliberately ignored him, Chuka couldn't help becoming annoyed.

"Yeah, what's wrong?"

Without looking up, Sakakihara continued to choose styles, eager to add a few more.

"Chuya, you are the one to lead the team."

His deep and deep tone made Zhong also roll his eyes: "So, what does custom-made clothes have to do with my team leader?"

The subtle little eyes were roving around him, and even Zaizhong couldn't help but burst into flames.

"Because Chuya, your face looks tender."

"what?"

"You'd better make it clear." Zhong also looked at his clenched fist, the knuckles were clearly visible, and he moved his wrist, waiting for Sakakibara's answer, "What do you mean my face is tender just looking at it?"

The tailor held up the measuring ruler in embarrassment, and begged him not to move with a kind smile: "Guest, please don't move, it will be ready soon."

"..."

Only then did he notice the others, he was ashamed and angry, Chuya's face was dyed a better color, he crawled all the way to the root of the ear, and furiously slashed at Kurosawa.

He turned his head away, out of sight and out of sight, every time he made a fool of himself, he had his share.

After closing the style book and choosing the style, Sakakibara came back to coax him: "How old are you now, I think it's normal to have a tender face."

"It's worrisome to grow old now."

"Also, it's time to change your body, you are a member of the port mafia."

Nakaya quickly glanced at the tailor and the receptionist, wondering why his identity was suddenly exposed. He barely read the map before he came out, so he naturally knew that this shop was not owned by the port Mafia.

Noticing his small movements, Sakakibara stretched out his hands to support his face: "Don't worry, this store won't talk too much. If it was too talkative, this store would have disappeared long ago."

"Okay." After the tailor measured the data and wrote it on Zhongye's information sheet, he handed it to the receptionist and left slowly, as if what he said just now had no effect on him.

Putting down his arms, Chuya left the platform and walked to Sakakibara: "Are you sure?"

"The guest is right, we will never disclose any information." The receptionist saw that Sakakihara knew it well, and explained accordingly. He took the information sheet and took a few samples from the side, "The guest should choose the fabric. , these are all suitable."

"Of course I'm sure." Sakakibara stood up and helped him straighten out the wrinkles on his clothes. "You don't need these, use size nine."

"It turned out to be one of our own." The receptionist's attitude immediately became enthusiastic, "You ordered a bit too many guests, and the production of No. [-] is not very good recently, so maybe the fabric will not be enough."

"If the customer considers mixing and matching, I recommend NO.15 for you. He is new, but the quality is very good."

Yield?mash up?What is this all about?Unable to interrupt, Chuya silently listened to the conversation between the two.

"Already have NO.15? Isn't there anything similar to No. [-]?"

"This...customers, you know that No. [-] is special. In addition, that adult has always liked No. [-], and many customers have followed suit. The stock has been unable to go up."

The receptionist spread his hands in distress, and sometimes good sales are also a problem.

"I remember that the main store will reserve a floor every time."

"Yes..." the receptionist seemed a little hesitant, "but you should also know that those are all reserved for that adult."

Sakakibara took out his wallet, rummaged through a large number of VIP cards, and took out one by one, until a stack of cards piled up on the table, he managed to find this store.

"Here, I remember that this card can be used to pick up goods."

The frightened receptionist looked at the pile of cards that looked familiar to the store: "My lord, you should have said it earlier, we'll pick it up right away, I promise it will be ready in three or two days, and I'll send it to you as soon as possible."

After carefully swiping the ATM with the card and returning it to Sakakibara, the receptionist retreated with a wink, leaving room for the two.

Hearing the sound of the other party's footsteps going away, Chuya carefully locked the door, curiously picked up one card after another to read, and said in a gloomy tone, "I know, but you can't tell me."

"That's not true, I can tell you this." Bringing a chair, Sakakibara put it behind him.

"It's fine if you can't tell me." Chuya, who answered habitually, almost thought he had heard it wrong. He sat down, his hand holding the card froze, and his eyes suddenly lit up, "What's going on?"

"Actually, you will know about this matter after the port Mafia stands firm."

Zhong Ye didn't care about the future, now that he knew why he had to wait for the future, he clapped his hands: "Hurry up!"

Picking up the cards indulgently and stacking them up, Sakakibara pointed with his fingertips, indicating that it was Nakaya's turn.

"Sometimes rumors don't come from nothing."

"What is true is not necessarily true, and what is false is not necessarily false."

"There are many things hidden in this world."

Carefully put the card on, and Chuya had a flash of inspiration to connect the gods he mentioned before, rumors, ghost stories, gods, could it be possible: "It's a monster?"

"Wait! Could it be that the fabric is all from monsters?" Zhongya's whole body was full of resistance, and he felt uncomfortable when he thought of wearing monster skin.

"What are you thinking about?" Sakakibara took the card amusedly, and patted his head, "It's spider silk. After processing, it's quite popular."

"You, you must often do your hands, otherwise I will definitely take you to another house."

"Another one?"

"Silk, the cadre that the leader asked you to report to, likes that family very much."

Having said that, Sakakibara paused for a moment, as if the card from that store had been sent out by himself: "I seem to have given the card to Sister Hongye, if you want to go, I'll ask for another one."

"The clothes you made just now are enough for me to wear for a year." Zhong also resolutely refused, now he has no ability to pay back, and it sounds like he is very familiar with the person who brought him, "Sister Hongye?"

"Officer Ozaki, she's a little older than me, so she's called Hongye-san."

"Don't worry, she's a very nice person. You must be very fond of her if you go."

Lieutenant General was skeptical, after all, the other party was his boss in the future, so he was still a little uneasy: "Really."

"Yes, don't worry, you are so good, everyone will like you."

"you……"

The hand holding the card accidentally trembled, and it was tilted, and the whole tower built by the card fell down like this.

Keeping the hand that put the card down, it was stiff in the air, neither could it be released, nor would it not be.

"Okay, the time is about the same. The rest of the information is in the computer." Sakakibara pulled his hand and put the cards back into the bag.

Sitting next to it, it's not easy to watch Sakakibara do it by himself, so he helped clean up: "What time is it?"

"The time of your report." Taking out the phone from somewhere, Sakakibara showed the screen to Chuya, "It says the time when Miss Hongye will come back."

"You..." He looked at the planned time on the screen, "You have already planned it?"

"No, I originally planned to take you to the port of Mafia, but obviously the plan couldn't keep up with the changes."

Thinking about the wasted time of their chasing and beating, Sakakibara thought painfully and happily that Chuya's plan could not be implemented at all, and he couldn't keep up with the changes every time.

"What are you thinking? So engrossed." Nakaya picked up the ends of his hair that had been blown to his face by the wind, and pinned it behind his ears. He took Sakakibara's bag, "Since it's almost time, let's go back."

"Ah."

He came back to his senses, just about to get the bag, but found that Zhong Ye had already held it in his hand, waiting for him by the door.

Rubbing his neck in embarrassment, Sakakibara trotted to his side, Chuya saw him coming out, carefully closed the door, and the two left here.

He and Zhong also returned to the port of Mafia. Sister Hongye's office and his office were in two different buildings, and Zhong also declined his idea of ​​sending it to the door of the office.

I can only go back to that boring office alone.

Sakakibara walked in the corridor, surrounded by the aura of Do Not Enter, which was even better than before.

The employees who passed by him hid far away, walking close to the corner of the wall, wishing to fly past him, for fear of being noticed by Sakakibara.

"Ah, Sakakibara-kun."

At the corner, Odasaku was holding a cigarette case and was about to light it when he saw Sakakibara approaching.

"It's Odasaku, you come here to smoke?" Sakakibara glanced at the cigarette case in his hand: "I don't seem to have banned smoking in the office, right?"

"No."

"then you?"

"Smoking and drinking are prohibited for minors." Odasaku said solemnly what seemed to him to be a matter of course.

"I see." Sakakibara didn't have a clear understanding of his age. After he said this, he remembered that he was not yet an adult, so he nodded, "Thank you for your kindness."

"Yeah." After accepting the thanks, the two were speechless for a while, and it was because someone next to him gave Odasaku a wink that he said slowly, "Sakakihara-kun, there are still a group of people waiting for you in the office, you..."

Probably because of the presence of the boss, Sakakihara, the people around him dared not come over. Just for a while, there were several waves of people in the corridor.

"I see." Although the answer was extremely cheerful, his pace couldn't be slower. The documents he had piled up when he was in a coma always needed someone to sort them out.

With the idea of ​​staying overnight, Sakakibara embarked on the road of no return to correct documents.

And here, after watching the immediate boss leave, the surrounding members came over one after another, gagging while smoking, and it was very lively for a while.

It's beautiful to pull out a cigarette, light it up, and take a puff.

"Huh." Odasaku let out a breath, thinking slowly, if he forgot something.

Someone next to him came and pushed him: "Hey, Oda, you have a good relationship with that person."

"That's right, what about Odasaku?"

"Is that your title?"

As soon as the people around heard that there was gossip, they gathered around one after another, saying what you said, and what he said.

Enen, ahhh, Oda's short answer could not satisfy their exuberant curiosity.

"By the way, Dazai-sama, did you just pass by and haven't come out yet?"

"When Sakakibara-sama is not around, this one goes very often."

"Ah." Odasaku held the cigarette between his fingers, and the ash fell to the ground. He remembered that Dazai was still in Sakakibara-kun's office.

When he came to the corridor, there was no one who was delaying his boss just now.

After flicking the ashes, Odasaku took another puff until the whole cigarette was exhausted. He crushed the cigarette butt and threw it into the trash can.

I thought to myself, it shouldn't matter, right?

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作者最近快被热死了，想断更QAQ感谢在2020-07-1817:00:56~2020-07-2417:20:05期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmine: a pigeon, bodhi seeds under the tree, and one on New Year's Eve;

Thanks to the little angels of irrigation nutrient solution: Madame Medusa, 10 bottles of Loptr; I heard that I am very cold and 1 bottle;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!