[Wen Ye] My boyfriend is Hong Kong black

Let me just believe what Chuya said.

Although I always feel that what he said is very inconsistent, and there are some things that don't make sense.

But what's the point of him cheating on me?It's not that I don't think China has lied to me, but I can't think of a reason.

Even if he tells me that he is the young master of the chaebol, I can accept it.

Of course, I have known him for so long, and I know best whether he is right or not.

Zhongye was driving at a very steady speed, and I was getting more and more drowsy as I sat.

He actually loves drag racing, and so do I, but most of the time I insist on him not to.

"You only have one life." I pulled his shoulders and kissed his chin.

I said seriously to him with a face full of indifference, "I still want to see you live a long and safe life."

Nakahara looked at me quietly for a while, then stretched out his hand to hold my head.

He leaned against the sports car, and when he laughed, he still had a youthful recklessness, "I don't know if I can live to a hundred years... I should be able to, right? You can definitely."

"Qian Ze, you will surely be able to live a long, healthy and safe life."

Later, when he was driving me, he was very stable, and occasionally he would go racing with me on a whim.

While I was half asleep and half awake, I could still hear Zhongya's irritability in a low voice: "Osamu Dazai! Don't touch him!"

"Did I want to help because I saw that Qian Ze was not sleeping well?"

Osamu Dazai looked at those sullen eyes, let go of his hand and surrendered knowingly, "Okay, okay, I won't disturb his rest."

Glancing at the black-haired young man in the back seat who was breathing evenly, Zhong Yuanzhong also lit a cigarette.

It was obviously a sports car worth tens of millions, but he drove it at an extremely steady speed, "Tell me, what happened when you and Qian Ze appeared at the meeting?"

"Wow, although I have indeed done a lot of things... but Qian Ze appeared here this time, I am also very surprised?"

"The Central Committee hid him so well that most people have never seen him except for a small number of Hong Kong and black people."

It is absolutely impossible for Takahashi Chizawa to think that it is precisely because of his appearance——

The well-known port mafia in Yokohama failed to gain power at the banquet of the Miyamoto family, provoked the police in public, and took down the head of the Miyamoto family head.

The equally well-known armed detective agency easily avoided a direct conflict with Hong Kong gangsters.

In peacetime, it's better not to be irritable.

I was half asleep and half awake when I heard a vague conversation.

"Are you going to... keep hiding... him?"

"…I'll tell him myself."

I don't remember how I was transported home by Chuya in the end, I felt light all the way.

It doesn't look like being hugged, but more like... suspended in the air?

I laughed a little, touched the soft bed, and then subconsciously rolled into Nakaya's arms.

He rubbed my hair helplessly, I was too lazy to open my eyes, and soon fell into a deep sleep.

After attending the banquet that day, I never saw Miyamoto-senpai again.

This made me, who was hesitant and didn't know how to face my classmates in the laboratory, feel a little relieved.

Then within a week, the news that the Miyamoto family had committed a huge amount of "corruption" was published in the newspaper.

Even though it was a well-known company in Yokohama, it still fell apart with an unprecedented attitude. I heard that Mr. Miyamoto committed suicide in fear of crime before going to prison.

This is the first major case I have come across in my 20-odd years of life.

But it is still far away from me, but the disappearance of Miyamoto-senpai is a little touching.

Of course I don't sympathize with her, she should not need my sympathy for a rich lady like her.

Life is calm and busy, and in this situation, I saw Mr. Dazai again.

"Dun—go slowly."

Mr. Dazai yelled as if there was no one else around, "I was injured so badly, Aunt is so ruthless."

The boy with white hair and overalls walked fast, and only after hearing this did he slow down.

Such a combination of them is rare on campus, and there are people around who are secretly watching.

I probably know why, because Mr. Dazai is too dazzling.It's hard for me to describe Mr. Dazai, he has an aura that I'm not familiar with.

After thinking about it, I still took the initiative to say hello: "Mr. Dazai, good day."

When Mr. Dazai saw me, he smiled and waved without any surprise: "Qian Ze! Good day."

It happened to be in the cafeteria of our school, so I hesitated.

"Do you want to eat at the window?" I offered, "Let me treat you, what do you want to eat?"

"Fortunately, I met Qian Ze, otherwise I might really get lost here."

Mr. Dazai was sitting next to me, wearing a light-colored overcoat, holding a plate of beef rice bowl.

The boy named Atsushi Nakajima sat across from me, a little uncomfortable.

"Mr. Dazai," Atsushi Nakajima whispered, "Who is this...?"

Osamu Dazai showed a dazed expression, "Haven't I introduced you yet?"

He laughed like a wicked man, "This is Chizawa, Takahashi Chizawa. It's Chuya Nakahara's boyfriend."

"Pfft—cough cough cough cough!"

Atsushi Nakajima coughed earth-shatteringly, and Mr. Dazai patted him on the back in a friendly way.

"Are you so surprised?"

"Of course, this is that one, that Central Plains—"

"That Zhongyuan who works in a big company with a high salary, right?"

Osamu Dazai touched his arm and complained softly, "Even if I want to make trouble, I will check the situation... I can't be beaten anymore."

"Being beaten is not a nice way to die."

After Atsushi Nakajima coughed, he looked at me with a complicated face.

I paused: "Student Nakajima, what can I do?"

"Ah, no, no," Atsushi Nakajima immediately shook his head, "I just didn't expect it, yes, I didn't expect it."

I intuitively feel that they also have a wonderful relationship with Zhongyuanzhong.

"I don't know how your relationship with Zhongye is," I thought for a while before I said, "But he's actually quite nice."

Mr. Dazai, and this boy named Atsushi Nakajima also gave me a good impression.

I think Chuya can get along well with them, because Chuya Nakahara is actually a very good person.

Atsushi Nakajima: "..."

While eating, I heard the reason why they are here from Mr. Dazai.

"It's to help the police solve the case," Mr. Dazai shrugged, "but it's a little bit of nothing."

I've heard of it before, but never thought it was true.

Mr. Dazai is a very nice person, and Atsushi Nakajima is also very nice. During the meal, Mr. Dazai asked me some news as if nothing had happened.

"If you want to say something different, it's not like there is nothing."

I thought about it, and gave a general answer, "I heard from my roommate that there was a strange murder case near here. I don't know if it's true or not."

It's strange because the victims all died happily with no scars and smiling faces.

There is also a rumor that "the victim was actually taken to heaven", which is not a disaster but a blessing.

"Does Qian Ze believe in these?"

"Of course not."

I think everything is just that science and technology have not achieved it, and there is no incomprehensible truth.

As for this murder case, since it was only circulated in a small area and there were no newspaper reports, I prefer that the criminal used a relatively novel method.

I can say that at this time, obviously I haven't noticed the weirdness faintly revealed by Mr. Dazai and Atsushi Nakajima.

Mr. Dazai chuckled and agreed with me: "You are right, human life is very precious."

When he said that, Atsushi Nakajima gave him a complicated look.

"Don, don't look at me that way," Mr. Dazai said with a smile, "I agree with the preciousness of life, and it does not conflict or contradict my pursuit."

"On the contrary, they can achieve a beautiful balance."

I laughed: "Mr. Dazai is a very friendly person who loves life."

Osamu Dazai denied my words this time: "According to what I have done, it may not be possible to say that."

"I used to be that slug's partner anyway—although it's disgusting to say so."

After asking me about some related matters, Mr. Dazai nodded in satisfaction.

"Thank you, Qian Ze," he touched his pocket, "ah, I seem to have lost my wallet again, please come and treat me to this meal."

"No, let me invite you."

I looked at him and smiled: "From Mr. Dazai, I understand Chuya better."

Even if he really seems to be hiding something from me, he is still the Chuya I am familiar with.

Whether in the eyes of his former partner Mr. Dazai, or in my eyes, there is no deviation in his character.

This is enough.

I really like him.

Mr. Dazai paused, then smiled thoughtfully.

"I can only say that it really deserves to be Qian Ze," he said with a smile, "so you wanted to ask me about that slug."

I was about to say something to him when my phone rang.

"Hello? Chuya." I glanced at Mr. Dazai, "I'm at school, eating with Mr. Dazai and Atsushi Nakajima."

When I said that, Dazai-san looked at me with a smile in his iris-colored eyes.

Atsushi Nakajima looked at me strangely. I always felt that this young boy seemed to be holding his breath, as if he was choking on what he wanted to say.

"Those two guys?" Nakahara Chuya's voice was clearly upset, "Where are you, I'll come and find you."

"I'm right outside your school."

I did not refuse, told him my location, and made an appointment to meet downstairs in the dormitory.

"Isn't Chuya busy with work today? Come over here when he's free."

"It's okay, I asked my boss for some vacation." Zhong Yuanzhong also paused, "I can't go on a business trip every day."

"You and that bastard Dazai... Forget it, as long as you feel happy."

Zhong also obviously hesitated, and finally said reluctantly, "Anyway, it's in peacetime, let them be honest."

I laughed helplessly, I heard him talk about Mr. Dazai.

Zhong doesn't dislike Mr. Dazai, on the contrary, he trusts him quite a bit, but their relationship is also very strange.

Mr. Dazai waited politely for me to finish the call, "I'll take Qianzawa back to the dormitory."

He narrowed his iris-colored eyes, and said with a smile, "It just so happens that I have something to find. With Qian Ze around, maybe we can get twice the result with half the effort."

"Dun, let's go."

Atsushi Nakajima stared at us blankly, and nodded for a while.

"Well, Jinghua said she was coming to us," he held the phone, "I went to pick her up, and she said she seemed to have found some clues."

He ran away quickly, and Mr. Dazai left with me.

"Izumi Kyouka is our new colleague," Mr. Dazai smiled, "She is a very cute little girl."

I nodded hesitantly, and didn't express the thoughts in my heart, "Isn't it illegal to employ child labor?"

He didn't stop, and walked beside me: "I'm working in a detective agency now, if you're free, Qian Ze, come have coffee?"

The author has something to say:

The Wuzhen Zai here will tend to be gentle and divine, and the black mud will be less. Personal writing style w

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"The whole world is my enemy" group favorite article, CP undecided

1.

As the incarnation of Thanatos, the immortal god of death, Qi Huai has cast a shadow over the other protoss throughout his life.

Fighting with the god of light, fighting with the god of demons, fighting with the dragon clan... no god of race can escape his beatings.

Until one day, the god of death fell, and the battle of the gods kicked off, and it returned to death, and fell into a long sleep.

In the interstellar tens of thousands of years later, on a dilapidated wasteland, a wizard with black hair and black eyes pushed open the door of the wooden house.

"My name is Qi Huai."

"I listen, I pray, I am innocent."

2.

Qi Huai has a precise understanding of his enemy's attributes, and he also understands that he has a full scale of hatred.

So he would never have thought of——

The God of Light kissed his shoulder blades, the God of Demon raised his head and handed over his fragile neck, and the God of Dragon breathed out his breath to make him sit down.

"You said that the battle of the gods started because of me?" The black-haired pseudo-god was eager to try, "No, for me, it would be a pity to miss the fight."