I used 300 JPY to catch up with my parents

——The person on Fuxi's standby screen came alive.

"Hi."

The boy in a black coat outside the door tilted his head, his slightly curly hair looked fluffy in the dim light.

The right eye is bandaged, and only the left eye is exposed, which is a very rare iris color.

Fu Heisher remembered the other party's name.

Dazai.

Osamu Dazai.

He didn't know whether it was out of boredom or curiosity, he asked Kong Shiyu to investigate Dazai's information.

The results were astounding.

He is the youngest cadre in the history of the port Mafia. He participated in and quelled the leading war at the age of 15. His methods are cruel and his hobby is...suicide.

Compared with him, Fuheshier felt that his gambling hobby was nothing.

"Boy, what are you doing here?"

Although Mafia would find his home address, Fu Heisher was not surprised, but it happened so coincidentally that he couldn't help looking at Fuxi.

Could it be this brat who notified him?

"I'm here to find Fuxi sauce, a little personal matter."

Osamu Dazai had already seen Fuxi sitting on the sofa reading a book, and also saw the men's shirt on her body, and the marks on her neck that were not deliberately concealed.

So the only iris-colored left eye exposed under the bandage blinked gently.

Hey, it's really annoying.

"Dazai."

Fuxi was not surprised by Osamu Dazai's appearance, she knew it well.

She was lazy on the sofa all morning and didn't move, but now that Osamu Dazai came over, she still wanted to entertain, so she got up and looked through the refrigerator.

"Do you drink black tea or fruit juice? Or beer?"

She drank the black tea, the fruit juice was from Fuhei's siblings, and the beer was from Fuheisher when he watched the horse race betting.

Osamu Dazai sat where Fuxi had been sitting just now, propped his chin and picked up the book she was reading: "A cup of cleansing spirit!"

Fuhesher: "..."

It is reasonable to suspect that this kid is here to find fault.

"Okay, I won't ask you anymore, I'll decide for myself." Fuxi was used to this kind of strange answer, poured a glass of juice for Osamu Dazai, and added two cubes of ice.

"Who is this--?"

Osamu Dazai shook the cup in his hand, and looked at Fu Heisher.

Ever since Fuxi painted his body with paint, even at home, Fu Heisher would basically wear long trousers and a long shirt, otherwise he would definitely be laughed at by Fu Heihui.

Yesterday he managed to get Fuxi to agree to wash it off for him on the bed, but today he refused to admit it.

It's really ruthless to put on pants ==

"The helper I hired, Mr. Fuheshier." Fuxi finished speaking and introduced Dazai Osamu to Fuheshier, "My former companion, Dazai Osamu."

"Helper?" Osamu Dazai raised his eyebrows, "Is it the [-] yen I gave you to hire?"

Fu Heisher's face darkened, and his three eyes met. They didn't back away from each other, but silently contradicted each other.

Three hundred yen was the beginning of the relationship between him and Fuxi, it was a joke, it meant the Waterloo of his little boy's career.

He had guessed Fuxi's intention more than once, but it is still unclear. He did not expect that it was a team committing the crime, and the instigator was also a man.

Fuxi pursed her lips: "You only gave me so much activity funds, what can I do except wrong Mr. Fuhei?"

—what can she do?

There are so many ways she can think of.She can use three hundred yen to deceive him, so she can naturally get money from other places, casinos, manors, Tokugawa's family, which one is not her world.

It's just that she didn't do that.

As for the reason, it was evident that she thought he was unworthy.

When Fu Heisher thought of this, he found it very interesting. He finally knew Fuxi's weakness—since Osamu Dazai came here, her eyes never left him for a moment.

Even when she was pouring juice, she looked back at him from time to time.

……Ah.

If he dares to plot against him again, he will crush her lover to death.

"Tell me what you have to say. My house is not a public place. I'm going to take a nap."

Can't be bothered to see them.

"Mr. Fu Hei, you can't go." Fuxi said softly, "You have to stay."

There was a bond between Fuxi and Mori Ogai, she couldn't directly meet Osamu Dazai alone, there must be a third person on the scene.

Anywhere, anytime.

But she hadn't had time to tell Fuheshier about this, she was afraid that he would want to know more if he knew, and would find out that both she and Mori Ogai were perverts.

"Oh fine."

Fu Heisher sat down with his arms folded, with a half-smile waiting for the two people opposite him to show off in front of him.

"Dazai, your hair has grown longer, let me trim it for you."

Fuxi guessed that Osamu Dazai was the overseer on behalf of Mori Owai - about why she didn't kill the target and was still traveling in the mountains and rivers.

She has decided to leave Mafia and no longer play for Mori Ogai, but only she knows this.Oh, Fuheshier knew too, but he didn't seem to pay attention.

You can't talk about the reasons for not killing him in front of Fu Heisher, the person involved will definitely be furious, so she has to wait for the Fuhei siblings to finish school, and it is much easier to communicate in front of them than in front of Fu Heisher.

Cutting hair is just an excuse to pass the time, in fact, she doesn't know, and she can't see whether Dazai Osamu's hair needs to be trimmed or not.

"Okay." Osamu Dazai readily agreed, "Just to save money for a haircut."

Fuxi joked: "As a Mafia cadre, why are you so poor? The next time you commit suicide by throwing yourself into a river, remember not to carry your wallet with you."

Osamu Dazai said not to be outdone, "It's not the same with you. As the heir to the richest man in Tokyo, I still gave you the [-] yen."

"Haha, then the two of us are pretty much the same. By the way, Mr. Fuhei is the same." Fuxi thought of Fuheisher, and joked, "He also earns a lot, but he contributes it all to casinos and racetracks. Yes, gambling luck is really bad."

She glanced at the unlucky gambler. His lips were pursed, his eyes were cold, and he didn't smile at all.

Fuxi was stunned for a moment.

In the past, when she and Fu Heisher joked about this incident, the latter would laugh at himself, and then clamor for her to pay back the money quickly, and the two would always get into trouble.

They ate and slept together, and took a bath together yesterday. Fu Heisher took out the housekeeping skills that he used to serve rich women, which made Fuxi feel very happy. She abandoned morality and bottom line, and sex without emotion made people No psychological burden.

The man's waist is strong, as are his wrists, but he's not rude, and he knows he'll wait for her.

She didn't sleep with Heisher for nothing, every time before sleeping with him, she would write an IOU and stuff it in his hand.

5000 million a time, the price is very high, Fu Heisher seems very satisfied, she is glad that she has money.

She hoped that this time would be longer, longer.If she can survive, she is willing to spend money to keep Fuheshier for a long time.

——She has developed an exclusive desire for him.

She knew very well that in her lifetime, she would not be willing to wash off the paint on his body.

The relaxed relationship now seems to have regressed back to when the two first met.

The scissors landed on Osamu Dazai's hair, and Fuxi trimmed it slowly. She needed to concentrate on thinking about some issues, so this slowness fell into Fu Heisher's eyes, and it became serious.

...and also an eyesore.

Fu Heisher was annoyed by others showing affection in front of him, especially Fuxi who owed him a lot of money and didn't pay him back.

He finally understood that she was always drawing cakes for him, and she was addicted to sex, so she had a way to get her subordinates to send a bunch of condoms.And what he wanted, she just put off giving it.

He has been around for so many years, but he was planted by a kid.

Rationality tells me to stop the loss in time, but the nature of gambling is not willing to stop. Fuxi must have seen this clearly, so she can control him to death.

Fuhesher was observing Fuxi, and Osamu Dazai was observing Fuhesher.

He knew what happened to them. Fuxi was wearing a man's shirt, and the marks on her neck were not hidden from him at all. To her, Fuheshier was undoubtedly special.

Especially to the point that she may have betrayed Port Mafia because of him.

He was a little regretful, a little uncomfortable, and at the same time, he wanted to see Mori Ogai gloating after he knew about this incident.

He also wanted to test Fuhesher. There are many ways for a man to stimulate a man.

"Fuxi sauce, the broken hair is floating into my eyes." Dazai Osamu pretended to complain, with a very drawn out tone, with a childish and coquettish tone.

"Let me take a look." Fuxi leaned closer, a smile appeared in the boy's kite-colored eyes, and the next second, the hem of her shirt was pulled forward, and then she lost her center of gravity and sat down all of a sudden. On Dazai Osamu's lap.

This scene fell in Fu Heisher's eyes, and it was almost like throwing himself into his arms - Osamu Dazai made the first move, but Fuxi didn't refuse or struggle.

Well, they are lovers, it's normal, it's a kind of sentiment, but why do you have to invite him to watch?

Don't you really treat him as an outsider?

The girl has a thin and beautiful back, and the butterfly bone outlines slight traces in the large men's shirt. With a slight movement, the hem of the shirt slides over the mafia boy's trousers like waves.

Fu Heisher suddenly wanted to understand one more thing.

He usually dressed casually, which obviously didn't match the cufflinks, but she gave him a pair of precious stone cufflinks, most of which were made in the style of Osamu Dazai.

Young cadres, black windbreakers, suits and leather shoes, elegant and frivolous, really fit the little girl's preferences.

Damn, he doesn't collect junk, he just gives him what others don't want.

But luckily the gems are valuable, so I hurriedly find Kong Shiyu to sell them to bet on the horses.

"I'm really sleepy, I'm going back to my room to sleep." Fu Heisher yawned as he spoke, exhausted physically and mentally.

"Mr. Fuhei, you sit here." Fuxi cannot be alone with Osamu Dazai, otherwise he will break the promise.

"What?" Fu Heisher smiled, "Are you going to give me a haircut too?"

The hair on his forehead was long enough to cover his eyes, but he didn't have time to go to the barber for a while.

"No, you'd better go to the barber shop, there are professional ones." Fuxi doesn't know how to cut hair at all, she just finds something for Osamu Dazai to pass the time, she can cut whatever she wants, and she doesn't have to be responsible for any damage.But Fu Heisher, if he cut it badly, he might be angry.

This man has a weird temper right now.

"Oh, what am I doing here?"

Okay, I can cut it for Osamu Dazai, but not for him, so the difference should not be too obvious.

"Why don't we play cards?" Osamu Dazai suggested.

"Alright." Fuxi nodded in agreement.

"But I'm not good at playing cards, Fuxi-chan, you have to give me a little bit."

Fuxi rolled her eyes in her heart, Fyodor was probably the only one who could compete with Osamu Dazai in poker, and he dared to say that he was not good at poker.

"Senior Fuhei, do you want to make a bet with me?" Osamu Dazai smiled.

"He doesn't gamble." Fuxi answered first, and Osamu Dazai obviously wanted to dig a hole for Fu Heisher.

"What are you betting on?" Fu Heisher raised his chin, Fuxi clearly looked down on him.

"Mr. Fuhei, don't be tricked." Fuxi looked at him and said, "You can't be Dazai's opponent."

Fu Heishel suddenly had the urge to strangle Fuxi to death.

Competitiveness is always inexplicable. It is deeply rooted in the blood and heart of every man, and it goes hand in hand with self-esteem. Sometimes it only takes one word to deal with it, and it can be completely ignited.

Fu Heisher is more gambler than ordinary people and has a stronger desire to win, otherwise he would not have lost every game and lost every game in betting on horses.

——Don't be fooled.

——You can't be Dazai's opponent.

... Fuck.

"Boy, what are you betting on?" He asked again, his voice was cold and calm.

"...Hmm." Osamu Dazai put his chin in one hand and said with a smile, "How about the loser being the opponent's dog?"

The author says:

Fuxi: ... Chazai.

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