My name is Dazai

"I will teach you a lot in the future, Mr. Secretary." Zhong also let out a long breath.

Regarding Tangun, he has already done a lot for Dazai, so after this he intends to completely separate Tangun and Dazai.

Tangun is Tangun, Dazai is Dazai.

To him, Tangun was just his secretary.

"Please give me your advice." Tangun felt nervous again after a moment of relaxation.

"Don't be so nervous." Zhong also waved his hand, and finally explained, "Do you have any questions?"

"I have no experience as a secretary." Tangun shrank his neck after finishing speaking.

"You can learn." Zhong didn't think it was a big problem.

Don't talk about Tangun, just think about Dazai's former secretary, he was completely underage.

"I just received the admission letter from Tokyo University this year..." Tangun tugged at the corner of his clothes.

Zhong Ye raised his eyebrows, he was really a top student if he could be admitted to the University of Tokyo.

He felt that Dazai really had some clues about Tangun.

It seems that Tangun has the potential to do a good job as a secretary.

"Put it on hold." Although the opportunity to go to Dongdae University is very precious, but with Tangun's current state, he doesn't want Tangun to go for whatever reason.

Although Tangun was a little disappointed, he was not surprised. This incident was already within his expectation.

However, the job of a high-level mafia secretary is considered a good job, except for the danger-but it is not a big loss if he refuses to promise himself that it is more dangerous.

Tangun thought about it bitterly, then lowered his head and said, "I will work hard."

When Tangun lowered his head, Chuya suddenly noticed something that he hadn't noticed before.

Chuya looked at Tangun's neck, and found that there seemed to be bruises on his body after pressing hard with human fingers. It was a nearly perfect shape of a hand.

"The action of the guerrilla leader is rough, right? I will criticize him." Chuya naturally thought that it was Atsushi Nakajima who injured Tangun, but he was a little surprised why the shape was so regular.

Tangun was going to work with him in the future, and since he was going to be his subordinate, Zhong would not be stingy with his kindness.

He has always been very loyal to his men.

Tangun was a little puzzled.

He didn't feel any pain in his body, Chuya said this as if he was injured.

But the next second he was touched.

After receiving a lot of fear from the port mafia, he was deeply moved by Chuya's kindness.

"Thank you very much Mr. Chuya for your concern." Tangun immediately bowed and thanked.

His performance is commonly known as Stockholm Syndrome.

"Then you go and tidy yourself up first." Zhongya saw Tangun in such a mess, and let him go first.

"Okay." Tangun nodded.

When Tangun was about to leave, Chuya suddenly stopped him.

"There's something I've wanted to ask you for a long time." Zhong Yuanzhong also twitched his nose.

"Please speak." Tangun stood up straight for a second, not daring to slack off.

"I always feel a stinky mackerel smell in the air, have you smelled it?" Zhong also scratched his hair with his hands in doubt.

Where did Tangun notice it? Even if the room smelled like a garbage dump, he probably didn’t even bother to notice it, but since Chuya asked this question, he twitched his nose: "...No, but insisting on saying If so, it seems to have a scent of saury."

Zhong also looked at Tangun, his eyes seemed to ask which of the two of them had a nose problem.

Tangun's room had just been prepared, and the things in it were full of formality like a hotel.

He looked up and saw the surveillance.

He had just joined the port mafia and it was all too normal not to be trusted.

But Tangun didn't mind too much.

He picked up the bathrobe on the table and went to the bathroom to take a good shower.After undressing in the bathroom, he froze in front of the mirror.

Of course, he was not shocked by his beauty, but he found that his neck, waist, and hips were covered with bruises, and those bruises were in the shape of palms.

Tangun pressed hard on the bruise on his body, but it didn't hurt, and he didn't even feel anything.

It seems that it just changed color, and has no other influence at all.

He hadn't heard of any disease that could cause this, either.

...It can't be a ghost, can it?

Thinking of his dead ghost husband, Tangun shuddered, and then had the urge to slap himself.

It's not good to think about something, you have to think about such things that can scare yourself to pee.

Do you feel that your recent days are not exciting enough?

Tangun thought about it for a long time, but he didn't think of the reason, so he simply didn't think about it. Anyway, even if there was a problem, there was no way to solve it immediately. It happened that the bathtub was full of water, so he lay down in the bathtub, planning to go to the bathroom after taking a shower and sleep. think.

It's not that Tangun has a big heart, but that there have been too many recent events. If Tangun doesn't have a big heart, he is afraid that he will die of nervousness.

After Tangun came out, someone knocked on the door to deliver food.

Tangun took the lunch box and sat on the bed, only then did he feel overwhelming hunger.He has always liked to taste food, and he stuffed it into his stomach hungrily.

After he was full, he wanted to sleep, and he fell asleep not long after lying on the bed.

Those who watched Tangun through surveillance could not help wondering, is the port mafia already such a stress-free place?

Tangun didn't realize that he fell asleep too fast, on the contrary, he didn't even feel that he was sleeping, he felt that everything around him was very normal now, including the man lying on top of him.

The man had gentle iris eyes and black curly hair, and his hand stroked Tangun's chest, unbuttoning him.

Tangun grabbed the man's wrist, but he didn't use any force, as if he wanted to refuse.

Tangun didn't like homosexuals, but the person in front of him had a feeling that he couldn't refuse.

At this moment, he already had a feeling of declining self-control, and his bottom line in all aspects became lower.

The people in front of him looked at him so tenderly, their eyes were full of love for him.

It is very difficult for Tangun to refuse this kind of affection, not to mention that he is not indifferent to the other party.

The other party kissed him, and he couldn't help kissing him.

The other party touched him, and he couldn't help touching him.

The other party hugged him tightly, and he couldn't help but hug him tightly.

Tangun was held down by the man, his body sank into the mattress and then bounced up slightly, he listened to the panting of the man riding on him, wishing to fill his body with everything he had.

When Tangun opened his eyes, the sky outside was already dimly bright.

He was stunned for a moment, feeling that he had no scale, and his whole head was groggy.

But the next second, he suddenly became embarrassed.

He felt sticky under his body.

Tangun looked up at the surveillance camera above his head, why didn't he understand that he had a beautiful erotic dream last night?And it's under surveillance...

He didn't care about the existence of monitoring before because he felt that he had no guilty conscience, but the facts have proved that one cannot be too confident, otherwise the face will be slapped.

Even if Tangun had always intended to relax his heart and not let himself be too nervous like a frightened bird, he still had to say that it was really abnormal for him to have a big heart.

It's hard to say that his own life is in his own hands these two days. After the danger barely passed, he actually had a spring dream?

Tangun knew that he was still under surveillance. He slept in pajamas last night, so basically only the pajamas were dirty.

He has to deal with it.

So he ran to the bathroom in desperation, turned on the water and took off his clothes.

In front of the mirror, he looked at his body.

The bruise from last night is gone and replaced by a new bruise.

There were palm prints on his chest and waist, Tangun turned around and found that there were scratch marks on his back as well.

He looked at his wrist again, and found that there were marks of being held on his wrist.

He suddenly remembered that in the dream last night, when the man was up and down on his body, he was holding his chest or grabbing his waist and wrists...Tangun had to say something about grabbing wrists, the other party really didn't No matter how hard he was, when the other party pressed his wrist forcefully, Tangun had to cooperate with him to ensure that his wrist remained still on the pillow.

And when the other party was pressed under him, the other party grabbed his back...

...Speaking of which, that person's face...

Tangun suddenly thought of the man who fell from the upstairs in front of him in the setting sun... Tangun didn't want to think about whether that person really wanted to end his life, he hoped that what he saw was not such a desperate person .

But when he looked at him, the light in his eyes made Tangun feel frightened again.

Tangun touched the ring on his finger.

That person... is his nominal husband, right?

So is he here to find him?

Tangun took off the ring and looked at the name inside the ring.

—— Dazai.