Me Who is in Love with Sliced ​​Dazai

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Chapter 28 If it were you, I should barely be able to bear it.

    Yashu Terao thought that the leader was seriously injured, so he quickly came to the headquarters building with medical supplies.

    After entering the office, the light inside was as dim as ever, and the atmosphere in the whole room was heavier than a public cemetery in Yokohama City. The air was sticky, making it difficult for him to breathe.

    He really didn't like it here and felt uncomfortable every time he came here.

    "Boss, I heard you were injured." He asked casually, "Is it serious?"

    There was silence in the darkness, and the figure in the corner was motionless, but a familiar sneer sounded: "What does my injury have to do with you? I want you to mind your own business."

    Here it comes again.

    Xiaoyin knew the leader's awkward character very well, so he stepped forward to smooth things over: "Mr. Terao, don't be surprised, the leader is not targeting you." It doesn't

    matter, you get used to it.

    "Boss, please cooperate with my work." He said helplessly, "As the supervisor, I have to help you check the wound out of duty, and then formulate a corresponding treatment plan for you.

    " His tone was so forced, did I beg you to come and treat my wound?" "

    Then I'll go?"

    "Come here if you dare."

    Xiaoyin backed out, and closed the door smoothly.

    He stood alone in front of the door for a while, enduring the great pressure from the other party, and walked over silently.

    Really, I really want to resign. If Dazai's safety had not been taken into consideration, he would have left his resignation letter and fled long ago.

    Because he couldn't look up at the leader's face, he could only lower his head the whole time, kneel and sit next to the chair in a comfortable position as much as possible, and took out the gauze and cotton wool.

    The other party sat there with his slender legs crossed, looking down at him from a height, and his powerful breath hit his face head-on, making him hold his breath subconsciously.

    "Where is the wound? Let me examine it."

    Dazai solemnly stretched out his left hand, revealing a small bloodstain on his index finger, "Here, this is it."

    Although the wound was oozing blood, it was small, and seemed to be scratched accidentally by paper.

    Yashu Terao's hand holding the cotton wool froze in mid-air, he was silent for a long time, feeling insulted, "That's it?" "What's wrong, it hurts, look, it's

    bleeding."

    Got it, he Was played by the leader again.