Yokohama Heart Fraudster

10

    In the end, Zhongyuan Zhong was not willing to throw this choker that was super in line with his heart into the trash.

    However, betting on the dignity of Hong Kong's black cadres, he will never wear things given to him by the enemy.

    After struggling for a few seconds, he chose to throw the choker into the innermost layer of the drawer. .

    After closing the drawer, he rubbed his brows a little tiredly. What happened tonight was beyond his expectations. Both his body and mind were exhausted from tossing, and it was only now that he could finally relax. tone.

    However, before he threw himself onto the bed to soak up the warmth, the door was politely knocked on, and after opening the door, a bunch of blue bouquets burst into his eyes unexpectedly.

    Well, it reminds him of the bunch of flowers that the man kissed his fingertips.

    Zhongyuan Zhongya: "..." The

    irritability struck instantly.

    His eyes were complicated for a long time. He put his hand on his forehead and looked at his subordinates who were staring at him with admiration: "You actually picked it up."

    He glanced at the very artistic light blue vase and couldn't help sighing. Tone: "...And why is it still in a vase?"

    "I think Mr. Nakahara will like it very much before making an opinion..." Being questioned by him, the Mafia subordinates suddenly felt a little helpless and hugged the vase tighter. The tone also began to feel uneasy, "And these flowers are precious varieties, just throw them away... This subordinate feels a little pity."

    The strange feeling of being deliberately ignored rose again, no matter how he hides, there is no way to hide, Zhongyuan Zhong also stared at the delicate blooming petals with a headache, still unable to understand the reason why that person spent so much time and energy preparing gifts for him.

    On the contrary, the more he thought about it, the more he fell into a strange circle, which made his face a little hot.

    He seems to be unable to escape, in the palm of this mysterious man named 'Moon Shadow Mask'.

    "I don't need it." An irritable mood like rolling molten lava surged in his chest, and Zhongyuan Zhong impatiently lowered his eyebrows and refused, "You can do whatever you want."

    After that, he closed the door of the room. One off, to isolate that annoying feeling.

    What he didn't know was that when the Mafia subordinates left with a vase in distress, they happened to meet another cadre, Osamu Dazai.

    After going around in circles, this bunch of flowers was finally placed in Dazai Osamu's office, and Dazai Osamu also inquired about the 'interesting' gossip about him and Moon Shadow Mask. He covered his stomach and laughed with schadenfreude. .

    Well, Moon Shadow is really interesting, it would be nice if we could meet again.

    Dazai Osamu thought with a smile, his eyes fell on the blue petals, and a deep light appeared in his eyes.