What if the lord is too popular

"I would say-"

[To ask Mr. Mori. ]

Mori Ogai was stunned, as if he hadn't expected such an answer, he couldn't straighten up with laughter for a moment.

"I didn't expect Ubuyashiki-sensei to be so bold." He leaned close to Yaoya's ear and blew.

Ears are sensitive points of Yoya Ubuyashiki.

His right hand was clenched into a fist to suppress the whisper between his lips, and he slipped out of Mori Ogai's arms as if nothing had happened.

"Am I being bold, isn't Mr. Sen the clearest?"

Yaozai touched the thick bandage around his neck, hinting.Mori Ogai's long and narrow eyes were brewing with stormy waves.

In addition to satisfying the school doctor's desire for control to a great extent, it is also necessary to help him "revisit old dreams" at all times.

red light-

The galloping taxi slowly slowed down and stopped.

The driver in the front peeked at them in the rearview mirror, grinning too much, and said:

"Guests don't need to take care of me, uncle is very knowledgeable."

Mori Ou looked outside the prestige, and found that the driver's gaze was fixed on Yaozai.

He was talking about the incident when he left his arms just now.

Mori Ogai had a half-smile, with an attitude of watching the show.

Yuya Miyashiki gave him an annoyed look, neither humble nor overbearing:

"Mr. Driver, we are not the kind of relationship you think."

What kind of relationship is that?

Mori Ouwai was thinking outside, but couldn't figure out why.

Ambiguous love is always the best stage.

The breeze leaked in through the half-opened window of the obstetric house, and Mori Ogai raised his bangs and let out a soft sigh.

Even though he didn't know what to regret.

"Ubashiki-sensei seems to have a good relationship with Port Mafia."

He changed the topic, and the thighs of the two were close together, not as close as they were in their arms a moment ago.

"Yes," Yaozai chose the appropriate wording: "I heard that the leader of Mafia at the port is not in good health."

"Hmph." Mori Ogai couldn't help but sneered when he thought of the old man who looked like a zombie and was only about to breathe his last breath.

"First came the train that exploded, and then the man who tried to buy the club and become a cadre. I see, as long as the leader doesn't change, the city will be in turmoil."

The school doctor sighed half-truthfully, while looking at Yaozai's face from the corner of his eye.

He did it on purpose because—

Yaozai yawned, and Violet's eyes were covered with a little tiredness.

He gently leaned on Mori Ogai's shoulder, and said vaguely: "Mr. Mori, I'm sleepy. Please wake me up when you reach your destination, thank you."

Sen's hand was hanging stiffly in the air.

Some people said "we are not that kind of relationship", and approached unsuspectingly.

A faint smile bloomed on the school doctor's thin lips, mixed with helplessness and pampering.

"Okay." He hugged Yaoya's shoulders and said cautiously.

It would be nice if the driver wasn't there.

Ubuyashiki fell into a drowsy sleep.

He had a dream, dreaming that he was on a Mercedes-Benz bus, the road condition was bad and the road was bumpy.

He opened his eyes, the night was like ink, and not far away was a tree with a crooked neck.

[The shape is so strange. ]

Yaozai thought to himself, soon sleepiness hit him, and he closed his eyes unwillingly.

When he woke up, Yaoya was no longer in the car, and of course he was not at home.

But a completely strange place.

The moon and stars are thin, and the crows are singing.

He leaned against the wall and struggled, only to find that his limbs were bound by rough hemp ropes, unable to move.

Yuya Ubuyashiki was Kidnapped!

Sure enough, Yoya Ubuyashiki was kidnapped.

He lowered his head and closed his eyes, pretending not to be awake, and silently observed the movement around him.

Learn about Soso.

"Boss, the person you asked for has been brought."

The familiar voice brushed past my ears, less lazy and more respectful than usual.

"Very well, you really never let the old man down."

tap tap —

The heavy footsteps approached, and after a while, a pair of feet as thin as withered bark appeared in front of Yaozai.

The old man leaned over and pinched his chin severely, forcing him to open his eyes.

"Hiss—" Yaozai gasped.

The old man's face was haggard, showing a mouthful of yellow teeth and grinning:

"Teacher, do you know that people's breathing rate is different when they are asleep and awake. I will know once Dr. Sen's anesthetic wears off."

His tone revealed the usual arrogance.

The old man's fingers lingered on Yaozai's fair and delicate face, carrying the stench of a dying person, which made him frown.

"However," the old man changed the topic: "This kind of innocence is even more addictive, don't you think Dr. Mason?"

"Mr. Sen?"

Yaozai raised his head in disbelief, and found the purple eyes shining in the darkness, like a ghost.

In an instant, the calmness on his face fell apart, and many emotions flashed in his eyes.

Fear, shock, anger, loss and finally silence.

His heart sank like a stone into the sea.

"Yes, chief."

The bright moonlight shone on Mori Ogai's slightly sunken cheeks, condescending and expressionless.

He avoided Yaoya's gaze.

"Tsk tsk, how do you think you can deceive such a beauty? Look how distressed he is now."

Sen turned a deaf ear to the old man's sarcasm, pursed his lips and bowed.

"Boss, that Ogai is leaving first, please be careful not to get too excited."

Mori Ogai turned around to leave, his slender back was slightly stooped, almost fleeing in despair.

"and many more."

The old man stopped him without looking back:

"Doctor Sen, you are right, my physical condition really does not allow strenuous exercise, so—"

The old man put his hands behind his back, and his interested eyes wandered between the two of them.

"I'm going to trouble Dr. Sen to do it for me."

A stream of light flashed across Mori Ogai's squinted eyes, and he frowned suspiciously:

"what do you mean?"

The current leader's attention was focused on Sen, looking at him like a servant who could be sent at will.

"The old man means—"

[Just ask you two to do it in front of me. ]

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