I've been banned from falling in love

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Verlaine's stiff shoulders relaxed.

To put it bluntly, he was indeed avoiding it, as if it would be a loss if he said this from his own mouth, so he hoped so much for the other party to point out this point.

Someone told him, you can start over.

but……

Verlaine said, "Where should I go?"

Aiqi secretly rejoiced, didn't this opportunity just come, so she didn't show her face, and invited reservedly: "If you really want to talk about where to go, I have a good suggestion. Why don't you come to my place, with food and lodging, more work and more work?" have to."

Isn't that the port mafia?

Thinking of the people inside, Verlaine didn't want to mention it again, and Aiqi asked him back before he could say his refusal.

"Why, you just said that you want to be a new man, and you want to avoid regretting it so soon?" She pinched the other party's chin, making his wandering eyes nowhere to hide, "Could it be that you are afraid of Mr. Rimbaud and Zhong Ye? Is it because you feel guilty?" Don’t you want to face it? What did you do earlier?”

A majestic assassin king, he is powerless in front of her... I have to say that supernatural powers are really powerful and can reach all things. I thought it was Osamu Dazai who was more difficult. Who would have thought that he would start with Waterloo.

Verlaine was like a cat whose neck was bitten, giving in, but his teeth were itchy, always thinking of taking advantage of the loopholes and jumping a few times.

He was poked to the point of pain: "It has nothing to do with you."

"Oh," Aiqi sneered, "I tell you, I just said that the first lesson in life is to learn how to speak well, and the second lesson is to learn to apologize, regardless of whether the other party accepts it or not. How dare you do it or not?"

"Come on, speak up." She leaned closer and persuaded, "Do you dare?"

"dare."

Just one word, his tone made it seem like he chewed it a million times in his mouth.

Aiqi: "Very good."

Loosening her jaw, Aiqi let go of the wall-dong posture that restrained him, and at the same time, her cocoon-like hair spread out.

Turning her wrists, loosening her neck, seeing Verlaine standing up while leaning against the wall, she had no intention of helping.

Verlaine covered his head and didn't stand up straight: "Follow you back, aren't you afraid that I will reveal your secret?"

Seeing him stand still, Aiqi said: "So I can make it up now, we can't tell what happened today, including my second ability."

It can be regarded as leaving a pair of bottom pants for him.

Even now that the distance between the two of them has widened, and they are no longer within the scope of what God said, Verlaine still firmly believes in it.

"By the way, it's not too far from the Hong Kong/Hei Building." Aiqi stroked her hair, and it was messed up again, and there were still some knots. "Someone should come over soon. But according to your degree of danger, Ordinary people don’t dare to come out easily, so the only ones who come here are…”

Said that Cao Cao Cao Cao arrived.

Yokohama has an unusual style, and the citizens naturally have a strong desire to survive.There have been no pedestrians or vehicles passing by here for a long time, so the sound of stepping on the accelerator is very obvious.

Not to mention the kind that came over by drag racing.

A car flew over from a distant avenue, the tires were smoking, and the car would probably be useless after today.

A big man in a suit jumped out of the car... Oh, no, a middle man jumped out.

A Dazai was stuck on the car window, and seeing his motion sickness green face, one could tell how exciting it was when he came.

As soon as Zhongye got out of the car, he hugged Aiqi tightly, put her behind him, and then scouted Verlaine: "Verlaine, right! What kind of man came to me, targeting Jasmine, what kind of man is a girl?"

Hey, it seems wrong.

He already had doubts at the end of the sentence, and his eyes turned back and forth on the two of them repeatedly, and found that it was indeed not his own illusion—maybe, maybe, probably, Verlaine looked a little more sluggish in comparison.

Especially the forehead is swollen and shiny like that.

Looking at Aiqi again, he held both sides of her shoulders, looked up and down, turned left and right: "Jasmine, are you okay? Did you get any injuries...do you still want to hit her?"

"There's no need to fight anymore. I'm not injured, at most it's just a backache." Aiqi blinked her innocent face in order to throw the car flying backwards, "My hair is messed up again, Zhongya."

The focus is off in a second.

Taking out a long comb from his pocket, Nakaya's combing skills are not inferior to girls', and he knows that the hair should be combed from the end.

Then he half squatted down and worked hard, and it seemed that what he held in his hands was not hair, but precious silk.

Verlaine, who watched the whole process of Aiqi's face-changing process, said, "Have you missed the point?"

One second it was a black mud monster, and the next it turned into a woman's heart, a sea needle, so terrifying.

And his younger brother is too obedient!Look at this proficiency, you can't get it without training for a few years.

"Hey, it seems that your battle is over?"

Dazai said while lying on the car window.

Finally, someone came to talk to him, and Verlaine's mentality was subtly balanced.When he is normal, he still speaks very gently, without the aggressive look of killing everyone at the beginning, besides, what edges and corners can he have, not all of which are blunt and smooth by Ai Qi.

"That's right, a little bit of consensus was reached—"

Before he finished speaking, Dazai turned his head and complained to the person in the driver's seat: "So what are you talking about driving so fast, dumb bird! I'm about to throw up!"

Dumb Bird, a member of the YMCA, is a know-it-all transportation tool in the organization, and he also dispatches all of this.

I don't know what Dumbbird said, Dazai continued: "Wait to deduct your salary!"

Verlaine: "..."

Why is it so wide, so big, and so bright, but he feels that there is no place for him?

Sure enough, it was a crime with the port mafia.

And when he and Mori Mori were in a small space like the cocoon, Mori Mori's eyes were all on herself.

At that time, she still felt that it was too hot to escape, but now her attention was completely shifted to someone else, who was still her younger brother, and Verlaine felt a little inexplicably lost.

Don't play with him, right?

In the final analysis, Verlaine is also the same as Zhong Ye. He looks older on the outside, but he is not yet an adult mentally.

Aiqi didn't do it purely on purpose, she also explained the situation to Zhonghe.

"It was just a small conflict at the beginning, but we talked about it afterwards. All in all, Verlaine wants to stay with you, Chuya. You also know that he is like a mission machine and has a miserable life. I just wanted to invite him to come. Let the port mafia grow."

Look, the art of speaking.

Originally, he had absolute trust in Aiqi, and believed that it was a trick she could do. Zhong also breathed a sigh of relief: "As long as you are fine and happy. We were the first to receive Mr. Rimbaud The phone call, and then the bodyguard you took out. He crossed the ocean in a hurry, and now he flew to the pier. I have told him that I will see you at the organization later. "

It's okay to fly over from the sea, what a iron-blooded French man.

Poking Zhongye's arm, Aiqi teased: "Aren't you excited, Zhongye? Seeing Oni-chan or something?"

"I haven't gotten along with him before, so how could I call it out so easily." Chuya raised his forehead, "Also, I don't know what Oni-chan is."

Verlaine, who pricked up his little ears to eavesdrop, and started to talk to each other before meeting each other, was almost so hurt that he vomited blood.

Is this world too unfriendly?

Or it has always been quite eccentric, but only discovered it now, right?

There are only three things, and Verlaine will really shut himself up after a few more.

"What are you doing looking at the sky here?" Aiqi leaned over, and Chuya was also pulled over by her, "It's a fateful meeting, let's say hello."

She whispered to Verlaine: "Shake hands, it's a basic etiquette to be a human being."

"I still know this." Verlaine was a little speechless, but thinking of Chuya and his compatriots in front of him, his mind became excited again.

He imagined the scene of meeting the other party many times, and even prepared for a fight with Zhongye from the very beginning. After all, he must be brainwashed by Hong Kong/black and he is unwilling to leave.

Thinking of this, Verlaine froze for a moment.

Well, he's been brainwashed too, and he's still the kind who just joins if he can't beat him.

His right hand was suddenly held, and it was Zhongye who took the lead.

Verlaine was much taller than him, and when he saw the hat that belonged to Rimbaud on his head at first glance, he didn't know what to say.

"It should be the first meeting for me." Chuya cleared his throat, looked up at the man who resembled himself, with a sense of magical familiarity, "I am Chuya Nakahara."

"Paul Verlaine."

Verlaine had been looking forward to this day for a long time.

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