[Wen Ye] My boyfriend is Hong Kong black

The so-called "mafia is also a man's romance" is something I said in high school.

At that time, I would also chat with the boys in my class after my studies, and the most talked about was the mafia.

The godfather or something, the Italian mafia and the like, these kinds of topics sound very legendary.

Nakahara Chuya and I were still friends at that time, and he overheard me mentioning it once.

"What's so special about the mafia?" He was wearing a sweater, leaning back lazily. "Blood, violence, isn't a very good word."

"But it's handsome, and it's just for casual chatting." I put the game console aside, "We also have a mafia in Yokohama, right? Although I've never seen it."

I sometimes see the so-called mafia and supernatural beings in newspapers.

But that's really far away. My daily life is too peaceful to get involved in this field that sounds terrible.

"You have remembered it for so many years, and you really can't forget it."

I glanced at him, too lazy to feel sorry for the half pack of cigarettes he threw into the trash can, "You are a mature adult now, don't believe in such nonsense."

"I didn't bring up this topic either."

Nakahara watched me unlock the door with my fingerprint, followed me, and put the shopping bag on the shoe cabinet.

Take off the coat, throw away the gloves, take off the hat and put it on the hat rack, and then take off the choker, everything is changed to the home mode.

"And the mafia is nothing unusual. It still needs to support the family and write reports day and night. There will also be picky bosses and disobedient subordinates..."

The voice behind him faded away, and I didn't have time to pay attention to it. I opened the refrigerator and took two cans of Coke.

Throw one of the cans to him.

"I'm going to cook, curry rice is relatively simple," I said casually, "Just wait for a while, it will be ready soon."

"Forget it, I'll help you."

I come here regularly every week to this residence he bought two years ago, so it won't be deserted.

The layout and furnishings inside are all in soft beige tones, the carpet is very soft, and the pillows are placed everywhere, but they are also mixed with bold colors such as black and red that Zhong also likes.

It actually looks quite harmonious.

I'm not very good at cooking, and at the beginning, Chuya was about the same as me.

"What, it seems that your craft has improved."

He folded his arms, stood aside and watched me cook, pouring oil and salt very neatly.

"I like to eat this recently, so I cook more." I coughed at him, "The post-it note reminds me that the dishes Qian Ze knows will be +1."

It's a post-it note we put on the fridge because someone was weirdly competitive.

He insisted that he was a few years older than me and needed to take good care of me, including in the kitchen.

While talking, his cell phone rang.

I didn't look up, and heard him "tsk" next to me. I was a little upset, but I still connected the phone.

"Hello? Akutagawa," his tone was a little heavy, "what's the matter? I just got home from the airport."

"Senior, the report coming back this time..."

I heard that slightly cold voice over there, turned my head and didn't listen again.

After all, I have lived together for a long time, and I more or less know some of Zhongye’s colleagues and subordinates, and this belongs to the category of acquaintance.

The person who was talking to him was called Akutagawa Ryunosuke. I met him several times by accident.

Black hair, but the ends of the hair are very strangely highlighted and dyed white, which is a bit secondary.

I always cough with my fists clenched, and it seems that my lungs are not very good. I have a younger sister named Yin, who is a very cute girl.

…If you want to talk about the reason for our acquaintance, Yin and I have a good relationship by chance, and several of us have eaten a few embarrassing meals.

Later, the relationship got a little better, because his lungs were not good, and I helped deliver the medicine.

In addition, there are Miss Hongye, Mr. Hirotsu, and others.

"I will report to the BOSS tomorrow." Finally, Chuya hung up the phone.

He rubbed his hair a little irritatedly, and then came to help me serve the curry rice, although the dishes were very hot, but he didn't take it seriously at all.

In a way, I still think my boyfriend is superhuman.

During the meal, the two of us got together to study the new game and the latest ball game.

"Well, it would be interesting for two people," Zhong Ye tapped the screen, "I'll play with this after eating."

"No problem at all," I was also enthusiastic, "But, ah, today's dishes are yours to wash!"

Cooking is okay, we both hate doing dishes so much that we have a rotation system for it.

"Qian Ze, this is not the first time you have been lazy and pushed this matter to me. What kind of memory do you think I am, and it is impossible for me to forget."

"Ah, is it? But, you have been away on business for so long, and I did the dishes."

I tried my best to look at Zhongya with the most innocent expression, and collided with those sapphire blue eyes, "I will wash the dishes, and I will clean the room, don't you think..."

"Got it, I'm going to wash the dishes."

Hahahahahahahahahahaha.

Watching him go to the kitchen with the bowls and chopsticks, I held my forehead behind my back and shook with laughter.

My boyfriend is a person who is extremely soft-spoken and soft-hearted. I have known his character very well for a long time, and it is true.

Even if I keep saying "I'm bored to death" and "I'm not happy", in fact, I will do it awkwardly every time.

The time of playing games always passes quickly, and within a few rounds, I was so sleepy that I was about to collapse.

"Isn't it? I'm still a little bit more energetic. Are you sleepy before me?"

When I leaned my head to the side, I heard the man's familiar voice, with some helplessness.

"Because the homework is really heavy," I pulled the blanket over my body, "don't worry about it, go to bed first, I'm going to die."

"If I really die, Zhong won't have a boyfriend."

To put it mildly, the university I attended is a relatively well-ranked school in China.

So everything is very busy, and there are many daily things. It is actually very energy-intensive to keep at the forefront of the profession.

"Sleep after taking a shower, you."

"No, I refuse."

They're all boys, so don't be so awkward.I adjusted my posture comfortably, feeling sleepy all over.

In a daze, I felt that someone was hugging me directly, and it was very stable until I touched the soft cloth.

Zhongya is always surprisingly reliable in this respect, although I always felt that he was trying to hug me up...

It's probably funny.

I accidentally said it once before, and was tortured by Zhong Ye with a black face, which was inhumane.

Since then, I have chosen to be wise and keep it in my heart. Although I am a little taller than my boyfriend, for the sake of my waist, I still have to be aware of current affairs.

When I was half asleep and half awake, I was disturbed by the sound of typing on the keyboard.

"Hey, bastard Dazai, can't your butei be more reliable?"

The voice I was familiar with was quite irritable, "That kind of shit happened near Qian Ze's school, what the hell is the commission that your Butei received?"

"Ah, Zhongya, don't say that." The man's voice seemed innocent.

"I asked Dun-jun to investigate this case, maybe it's still a bit difficult... If you are so nervous, Qian Ze, can Hong Kong gangsters help?"

"Anyway, it's a peaceful time, so it doesn't matter."

"Fuck off, Hong Kong gangsters will take over things that Butei can't handle, do you think we are voluntary labor? You are very courageous."

"But, this is about... Is Qian Ze awake? I can hear it, good evening Qian Ze!"

Zhong Yuan also paused, and lowered his head to meet his half-asleep eyes.

I was still vaguely remembering the news on the phone, but before I could react, my eyes were covered.

That hand was very dry and warm, with the heat I was familiar with, but at this moment it was tightly covered like a child.

"He doesn't need to know someone who is about to die," Chuya said calmly, "It's dead, this matter...let Akutagawa handle it."

It should be his compromise that was finally obtained, and he hung up on the other end of the phone just as he was about to say something.

I pushed his hand away and yawned, "Is that Mr. Dazai?"

"Sir?" Zhong also sneered, "What makes that guy worthy of your calling him that, he's just a jerk."

Osamu Dazai is my boyfriend's former colleague.

When Chuya and I first met, they seemed to be partners at work.

I have never met Osamu Dazai, but then the other party changed jobs, and Chu also lost his favorite motorcycle with a black face.

To say that the relationship between these two people is not good is not the case.

But to say that the relationship is good... I, who was always drawn into the center of the storm by elementary school students' quarrels, also had a headache.

"I'm rushing to report, I should have disturbed you."

Chuya frowned, he was wearing a shirt and trousers, and I could hug his waist directly in the lying position.

"I feel like I have to go to the gym often," I said with emotion, "I'll get your abs as soon as possible."

As I said before, there is nothing bad in Central Plains.

This includes, whether he works well, he still has time to exercise, and his physique has always been much better than mine.

"...I'm just doing it for work, physical skills are very important."

Nakaya rubbed my hair with one hand, staring at the computer.

He leaned against the head of the bed relaxedly, and typed intermittently, "My physical fitness is all black...the whole company is top-notch."

"Hahahaha, your company still compares this?"

I couldn't help laughing, because he said in a somewhat arrogant tone, "Then my studies are also the best in the whole dormitory, um, so to speak."

My professional research direction is biotechnology, the kind that I enter the research laboratory directly after graduation.

Of course, this major also burns money, so I have burned a lot of experimental funds in the past few years of studying, and I will pay it back slowly after graduation.

Zhong Yuanzhong's face was also a little dark, as if he wanted to say something, but he held back abruptly.

"sleep."

He also closed the computer, threw it aside, and turned off the small light.

I was already very sleepy, so I asked casually, "You just told Mr. Dazai about my school, what happened?"

The man hugged me, and Chufa rubbed against the back of my neck, itching a bit.

"It's nothing serious. For some small incidents, the police can handle them."

I know Mr. Dazai seems to have gone to the police station after leaving his job.

Although it is difficult for me to understand why he can freely switch between the identity of ordinary companies and police work.

This kind of thing has happened a few times since I was in high school.

If you want to say that you are particularly caring, you won't. Every time Zhong Ye finishes answering the phone, there will be no follow-up.

"Well, I hope the experimental report submitted this time can pass."

This was the only thing I could think of before falling asleep.

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