Yokohama Heart Fraudster

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    Although he said this to Dazai Osamu, in fact, in the next two days, Izumi Lian was unable to say a word to Zhongyuan Zhongyao.

    As if he was avoiding him, Zhongyuan Zhong never took the initiative to appear in front of him, and even occasionally passed him by, just staring coldly without any interaction.

    He Quanlian wanted to stop him sometimes, but in the face of his expression of resistance, he couldn't say anything.

    ...give him more time to digest.

    At this time, He Quanlian could only comfort herself in her heart and should wait quietly for the time to come.

    And just when he was worried about how to reunite with the Central Plains, a task was suddenly assigned to him, and it was assigned by Mori Owai himself.

    When Sen Ouwai's face happened to appear opposite him, He Quanlian realized in a trance that he had not paid attention to what Bai Lan and Mori Owai talked about after the meeting.

    For the past two days, it seemed as if everything was calm, and there was no movement.

    Zhongyuanzhong was neither punished by the organization nor his identity revealed.

    Presumably, Nakahara is also hesitating whether to tell Mori Ogai the truth.

    "It happens that you are here." Sen Owai walked towards him gently, with a shrewd smile on his face as always, for He Quanlian, he has gradually become accustomed to his quiet arrival, "It also saves me from going to Find your time."

    "Boss." He Quanlian put her hands behind her back, her back straight, and respectfully waited for his orders.

    "Oh?" Sen Owai tilted his head and looked at his face with puzzled eyes, "You don't seem to look very good, are you sick?" He

    Quanlian was stunned, and touched his hand subconsciously Cheeks, because of Zhongyuan Zhongya's affairs in the past two days, I have been in a trance, and I haven't slept well at night, so my face looks a little haggard.

    "It's nothing." He dismissed the topic perfunctorily, "What's the matter with you?"

    Seeing him say that, Sen Ouwai wisely followed his topic and said, "I have a very important thing to share with you. Here, this matter is very important, I hope you don't let the third person know about it."

    Hearing the cautiousness in his tone, He Quanlian began to feel a little heavy.

    As if seeing his mood, Sen Owai instantly regained his relaxed look, raised his hand and patted his shoulder: "Don't worry, I trusted your ability to entrust this matter to you. ."

    He took out a key from the pocket of his jacket and handed it to He Quanlian: "Take it."

    It was an ordinary silver key, not like any house in the port mafia. door key.

    He Quanlian looked at the key suspiciously, and didn't quite understand Mori Owai's intentions.

    "This is the key to the place where I used to live." Sen Owai leaned down and whispered in his ear, a few strands of hair brushed against He Quanlian's cheek, itchy, and he couldn't help but want to escape, " Take it, go to my room, and bring the things hidden under the floor."