Domineering Mafia's Silly Goose Wife

Stupid Mr. Chuya, don't you? Haven't you noticed? The atmosphere between us has improved a lot after being joked about like this by me.

Surely he didn't notice? Because? He just sat down, so? Did he glance at me angrily and said, "It's been so long, can't you grow your brain?"

Nakaya-san, who curses people for no reason at all, hasn't changed at all.

I sniffed, and felt a little moved strangely. I felt that my strange mood was a little too perverted.

He tore off the coat on his shoulders and threw it to me, saying concisely, "Put it on."

I:? ? ?

I subconsciously caught the coat that was stained with the scent of the other party's orange perfume. After a while, I pressed my phone: [Mr. Nakaya, is it hot in summer? Are you still wearing a coat? ]

Even if you are not hot, I feel hot, why? Why do you want me to put on a coat.

"Is that the point?" He gave me a squint, "It's more or less gender-conscious, okay, just in pajamas? Run out, what do you want to do?"

ha?I was paralyzed on the bed and ready to go to bed. Is it possible that I am still wearing a red carpet dress without pajamas!Besides, I'm wearing a serious nightdress, not the kind of thin and flirty sex/fun clothing, you straight man.

I thought so, but didn't say a word, just stared at him without saying a word.

"Why? Unconvinced," he laughed a little, but soon turned serious, and tapped my forehead, as if he was angry or amused, "It's this kind of obvious cursing in my heart My expression, this point really hasn't changed at all."

This man specifically asked for my address and came all the way to see me in the middle of the night. Could it be that he came here to scold me?Even me? Doing this kind of thing, he should not be so boring.

[Mr. Chuya, what do you want from me? ] I thought about it, then deleted all the words on the screen, and re-typed, [Mr. Nakaya, do you want a drink? ]

"No, I'll be leaving soon." He said vaguely, "Anyway, there's nothing to talk about right now."

Ok?

I tilted my head and looked at him suspiciously.

"For external use, three times a day," he said as he dug out a small tin can from his trouser pocket, threw it to me, got up and was about to leave, "It's up to you whether you need it or not. ? There are other things, I'll go first—”

I subconsciously grabbed his wrist.

Seeing Nakahara Nakaya looking back at me, I pulled him back to the sofa and sat down without thinking.

"Hey! What do you want to do?" He said so, but he still sat down with my strength, and looked at me with a frown.

I didn't pay attention to what he said, and straightly pulled the bandage slipknot hidden behind the neck, and untied the bandage one by one.Then put the plaster in his palm and looked at him seriously.

He was also looking at me, his face loosened after a while, showing a look of helplessness and discouragement, he rubbed his head vigorously, and murmured irritably: "One? As always, hopelessly stupid."

I solemnly tapped the iron can in his palm with my fingertips, and then pointed to my neck.

"Instructing others to do work is quite easy for you." He said dissatisfiedly, while taking off his leather gloves, unscrewed the tin can, and got a little bit of green on his fingertips. Plaster, leaned closer and carefully applied it on my neck.

"Tsk, how could it be? It hurts so badly." He whispered.

The neck is very cold. I don't know if it's the wind outside the window or his fine breath just fluttering on it. I try my best to restrain my desire to shrink my neck.To be honest, I feel very insecure, and my heart palpitations feel like my neck is pressed against the tip of a knife.

I tried my best not to think about this kind of thing anymore, while raising my head to make it easier for the other party to take the medicine, while pressing the phone: [I'm sorry. ]

"I don't know why you have to apologize."

[Because I feel so sorry for many, many things. ]

"So," he said casually, looking down at my wound, "are you expressing your apology by doing this?"

[Rather than apologizing, I'm just showing Mr. Chuya my thoughts. ]

"idea?"

I thought about it for a while, and explained honestly: [I don't know the details, and it's not appropriate to say sincerity and trust.It's similar to the mood in 'I entrust my life to you', 'I believe you won't? Hurt me' or? Say 'I can do whatever you want to me'. ]

"...a goose," he said.

I looked at Nakahara Chuya, he put on a bandage for me, and his movements were skillful and clean, and he knew that he often did this kind of thing.

Also, for the Mafia, injuries are probably commonplace.

[Mr. Chuya, don’t you ask me who I am? ]

Finally tied a knot, he withdrew his hand, opened the distance between us, and casually replied: "No? It's not necessary."

[I am the police. ]I told him.

He raised his eyebrows and responded noncommittally: "I can probably guess it."

[In the beginning, I didn't mean to get close to Mr. Chuya. ]

"Hmm." He replied vaguely, without expressing his belief or disbelief.

Thinking of what my mother said, I looked at him and thought about it for a while. After thinking about his mood at this time, I could only ask honestly: [Mr. Nakaya, are you very angry? ]

"Why should I be angry?"

[Because? Because? I tried to hurt you. ]

"Huh? You are too? Think highly of yourself, don't you want to assassinate me with your three-legged kung fu?"

[So it was an attempt, and I didn’t? Say that I succeeded in the assassination. ]

"Could it be that you still want to succeed in the assassination?!"

Hearing the other party's raised voice again, I was so worried that I wanted to sigh.So many things have happened recently, I have forgotten the hard-to-communicate attribute of Nakahara Chuya.

[No? No, really no.As the ? message said, I can't do it. ]

He snorted, but said nothing.

[Although Mr. Chuya wouldn't? Believe it, but this is indeed the truth.Mr. Nakaya? Is there nothing wrong with being angry? No fault, I have indeed done too much to you, and I am earnestly begging for your forgiveness. ]

I tugged at the hem of his clothes, and asked him, "What should I do so that you can forgive me?" ]

"I'm not angry." He muttered awkwardly.

[Really? ]

"Really, that's fine."

[Then we are reconciled now? ]

The atmosphere suddenly became quiet, and just when I couldn't help but want to say something, Nakahara also knocked on my head.Did he say angrily, "What are you talking about? Can't you be smarter? You stupid goose."

I'm not smart anymore, the whole world is envious of my brain as a top student, that's it? You always call me stupid.

"Forget it, I didn't count on your brain." He muttered a few words, got up neatly and walked out, "I'm leaving, you should go to bed earlier."

Eh?I rushed up to meet him, and when I was about to send him downstairs, he stopped suddenly. I missed the brake and almost hit the back of his head.

——Mr. Nakaya?

I opened my mouth and was about to type to ask him if he had left anything behind, when I heard his heavy, emotionless voice: "I'm a mafia, don't see each other again."

I was stunned, and subconsciously wanted to grab his hand, but he suddenly raised his leg and walked forward. I grabbed it and didn't even touch the hem of his clothes.

I:! ! !

Just? These two steps, if you really want to catch it, can you still fail to catch it!

Three steps and two steps, I walked directly in front of him, and raised the phone seriously: [What if I don't agree? ]

"It's not up to you," he said.

[If Mr. Nakaya thinks that contacting me as a policeman will bring you trouble, then I understand and accept that I will never see you again, and I will never show up on your own initiative in the future before.But if it's because of me, then Mr. Nakaya is an idiot. ]

"Huh? You guys are looking for scolding—"

I kicked him angrily. If I hadn't been unable to make a sound, I would have scolded him.

He frowned, and clicked his tongue impatiently: "Are you a policeman, don't you have a point of view? Do you have any?"

[This is something I decide and handle on my own, and it is not up to Mr. Chuya to intervene. ]

He froze, clenched his fists and slammed my head hard as if he was out of anger: "Idiot, idiot, stupid goose. How did you live to be so big?"

ha?I haven't lost my temper yet, why are you angry?

I glared at him angrily.

He clicked his tongue impatiently, and after looking at me for a long time, he lowered his top hat discouragedly, and muttered: "Forget it, I'm too lazy to bother you."

[It is my lord who has forgiven you a lot. ]

"...You guys are really pushing your limits."

[snort!Do you now know that I am this kind of woman? ]

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

After Chuya Nakahara left, I slumped on the sofa and let go for three seconds before struggling to get up and knock on my phone: [Kusuo. ]

The surroundings are very quiet, so quiet that only the sound of my own breathing can be heard.But I know, just because of my brother's worrying personality, I definitely don't feel at ease when I meet Mr. Nakaya alone.

[Stop pretending, I know you're here.If you don't come out again, I won't buy you coffee jelly in the future. ]

Ruoyou Ruowu sighed in the air, and the younger brother's figure gradually appeared.He sat down beside me, turned around and asked me: 'Going back? '

I looked at him, and after a while, I silently moved my position and lay my pillow on his lap: [Kusuo, you and Sorasuke are the two most important people in this world to me, even more important than the job of the police. are more important. ]

The younger brother was silent for three seconds, and replied: "What do you want to do again?" '

Stupid little brother, to suspect that sister is playing the emotional card.

... Well, I am indeed playing the emotional card.No? No way, I really can't think of any other way to get the answer I want from him.

[You also know that my sister is very smart and an elite of the police department. ]

'so what? '

[I know you have kept many things from me, many things related to Mr. Chuya. ]

Brother? I didn’t care if I said anything, and continued to type on my own: [You hate trouble, and you don’t like me causing trouble.Obviously, Mr. Nakaya is a big problem in your eyes, but you never mentioned this to me, and even let me get along with him. ]

'And after that? ' my brother asked me.

[I thought about the reason why you did this for a long time, and finally came to a conclusion: Compared with the troubles that Mr. Chuya caused, he will give us...or give me, a bigger, impossible Alternative benefits.But, with your character and your ability, what kind of benefit will it be? You, a universe-level sister-in-law, will allow us to meet when the other party almost kills me. ]

I raised my mobile phone and looked at this young man who was dear to me: [It's related to my life, right? ]

After being silent for a long time, he sighed: "Sister, people with super powers? They are not omnipotent." '

He had? Said so.