Lord Shenming ran away with "dirty"

"Boy, move quickly!"

"Yes Yes!"

"That... my lord, where do you put these?"

"Let me see……"

"Hey! What about you! I misplaced it..."

"sorry!"

……

Today's Mafia building is extremely lively. At a glance, it seems that everyone is running non-stop. They are not holding boxes in their hands, but only a few people are holding lists. They check the goods on the list meticulously. After inspection They want to deliver the goods undamaged to a nearby building.

To say that this is the preparation before the war, and the material inventory is being carried out, but this relaxed and comfortable atmosphere, on the contrary, seems to be participating in a large-scale team building organized by the company, and the gossip and excitement in the eyes are jumping out.

They were cautious at work, for fear that their actions would leak the secrets and be interrogated as spies. At this moment, they seemed to have no worries, and gathered together to whisper and frown at the same time.

A piece of news a few months ago made the wedding banquet, which was known only to relatives and friends, instantly become widely known, and the information known to a few people became known to everyone over time.

The news is no longer concealed, and the news that can be easily obtained, let them all know that this matter has been acquiesced.

There are always some smart people who understand the text and understand others, and come to the chief's room to pierce the window paper.

"Boss... is that... true?"

The person who came was very cautious. After reporting the work, he seemed to casually mention something vaguely, so as not to speculate that the boss's mind was wrong, but he didn't dare to try it if he was not sure.

"of course--"

In front of the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, the leader leaned back on the back of the chair, and the sun embraced him. When he heard this question, he elongated his harsh voice, admiring the eagerness of his subordinates to seek knowledge like a hungry person seeing food. Desire, a performance with careful thought.

Just as he thought.

His slender fingers danced and fluttered in the sunlight, and the pale golden sunlight shrouded them. He paused for a while, feeling bored, his eyes suddenly shifted to the blank list next to him, and a weird smile appeared on his expressionless face.

"real."

In the dormitory not far from the office building, Sakakibara was taking a nap in his room, looking through the huge glass windows, as if he could penetrate his grievances through the wall and come to the hateful brat.

Even though it was a beautiful sunny day outside, mental exhaustion made the warm sunlight dazzling, making him prefer to squint his eyes rather than move a finger.

He lowered his head tiredly, with a fluffy head resting on his lap, and his small body curled up.Even Chuya, who was always full of energy, fell into a coma at the moment, only frowning his delicate eyebrows from time to time, the corners of his lips were slightly pursed, and moved like a protest.

Sakakibara put Nakaya in his arms, and stretched out his hand to cover his eyes. Without the interference of the glare of the sun, he stretched his eyebrows and eyes in satisfaction, and the corners of his mouth drew a slight arc.

That movement seemed to exhaust the last of his strength. In order to avoid the dazzling light in front of him, Sakakibara closed his eyelids exhaustedly, and his chaotic brain gained a short period of tranquility.

In the dark, under the long-term habit, the stagnant brain started to work automatically, thinking that he and Zhong had only attended a small wedding banquet a few months ago, but now it has become such a troublesome situation.

It's obviously very small, and there are only good friends. As a former subordinate of the bride, isn't it reasonable for the bride to go there?

Gifts, blessings, and the wedding process, sincere oaths, sincere kisses, everything went as smoothly as possible, until—the bouquet of flowers appeared.

That's right, it's all those flowers!

Why does the bride have to throw the bouquet back?

Why do weddings have to have the delivery of bouquets of blessings?

Sakakibara resolutely stopped thinking before he was about to fall into mental chaos and vent his anger, what was the string just now, he would not admit it, he would never admit it!

Even if he wanted to shake his head, he really didn't have the energy left to act, and while sighing, he couldn't help recalling the sudden chaotic scene——

The girl standing on the high platform was wearing a white wedding dress, with her usual single ponytail on her head, she was so gentle and beautiful, holding the hand of the man beside her, she exuded a sense of happiness all over her body.

The bridesmaid smiled and handed over the bouquet symbolizing happiness, and Sakakibara was still talking small things in the back row and among the crowd, lamenting that this girl is still their witness, and the thin little girl has also found her own belonging.

As soon as he turned his head the next moment, he met the bride's sly gaze, and his heart skipped a beat, it's not good...

Continuing to talk to Chuya as if nothing had happened, Sakakibara's fingers unconsciously raised the ends of his hair one after another, obviously he was chatting, his heart was already flying to what was about to happen.

He doesn't hate weddings, or being able to be with Chuya, he is happy no matter what he does, let alone a ceremony that binds the other party and himself firmly together.

But...someone will definitely take the lead in booing, the circling fingers stopped, a few strands of orange hair shyly wrapped around the fingers, he is ready to become a knight to rescue the shy prince.

Just when he thought so——

After the master of ceremonies finished speaking the carefully prepared narration, the crowd became noisy. Everyone was trying their best to get the bouquet.

With smiles on their faces, they shouted the bride's name.

"Sumire! Throw it over, throw it over!"

The row of men in the back wandered behind the bridesmaids, and it was not easy to compete with the girls for such a thing. Sakakibara, Nakaya, and the yawning Dazai were strikingly mixed among them. The unique temperament of the three of them was quite outstanding.

Dazai stood there in distaste. Originally, he could just sit and enjoy the show, but was pulled over by Sister Hongye, who said that he would not participate this time, and that he would participate at some point in the future. If you experience it carefully, you may have plans to get married.

Dazai has always sneered at this. Can love be as happy as making troubles?It's not that every couple is like the two of them, it's better to go to Oda Zuo for a glass of wine if you have this skill.

It's a pity that even if he became the leader, Dazai couldn't win against Miss Hongye, and was forcefully suppressed when he wanted to refute. He took revenge on the other two, blinked at the bride in the center with his amber eyes, and encouraged the bride to make trouble Don't mention how obvious the action is.

The few people in the middle became an obstacle for Sakakibara to "convince" Dazai, and his warning eyes were also blocked by the other party's thick skin.

The bride on the high platform couldn't help smiling when she received the gaze from the other party. She looked at the slightly troubled expression of her former boss, and silently changed the angle of the bouquet in her hand.

The bride turned around unhurriedly, and the groom at the side helped her tidy up the back skirt carefully, and the bouquet was thrown high.

The bandaged bastard slipped fast on tiptoe, and left behind his weird words while pinching his nose: "What~~?! Can you successfully find a partner after receiving the bouquet of bride's blessing?!"

Who would be fooled, and people would believe anything they made up?

Just when Sakakibara was complaining about Dazai's incoherent words, what he didn't expect was that the scuffle started.

He took Zhong Ye in astonishment and tried to stay away from the center of the storm. Looking back and seeing the seriousness in the eyes of others, he couldn't help muttering to himself that he still underestimated the urgency of the bachelors.

The colors of supernatural powers are flying in this small space, as if a crazy painter is writing on a piece of white paper.

During that period, the bunch of culprits didn't pass through human hands at all, let alone touched the ground.

Dazai sat steadily on the table in the melee center, squinted his eyes, sipped the fragrant freshly ground coffee, and watched their performance with great interest.

The ability or something, even if it floats over, it won't touch his body, and it will disappear with a light wave of the hand. The ripples it brings are not as loud as the movement of a stone entering the water.

Mrs. Sakakibara, who was dodging here and there, took a little effort, and his suit was messy and dusty, and he walked away from the center of the battlefield in embarrassment.

When they looked up, they happened to meet the half-closed and yawning kite-colored eyes, and there was a teardrop from the corner of that person's eyes, crystal clear.

Xu Shi noticed the gazes of the two, and Dazai leisurely straightened his sleeves and necklines, showing that he looked intact.

With a leisurely look, he stabbed at the husband and wife fiercely. Compared with his own embarrassment, the leisurely look of that person made people feel angry.

The two looked at each other angrily. The new hatred and the old hatred coincided with one thought: hit him!

Sakakibara looked at all directions, recorded the action trajectories and abilities trajectories of the supernatural beings in the space one by one, and analyzed them one by one. He did not expect that the new members recruited at the beginning of the year were here to do this. under the coat.

You can't be serious about beating Dazai!

Simulating the trajectories of them and their abilities in his mind, Sakakibara counted the time. When all the trajectories spread out from the center, revealing a small space, he knew the time had come!

"Zhongye."

As soon as Sakakibara uttered the first few syllables, Nakaya kicked his hind legs and shot out like a sharp arrow with the airflow, leaving only the ending syllables on the spot.

"coming!"

Seeing this situation, Dazai trembled, and the coffee was almost thrown out of the cup. Relying on his years of experience in being beaten, he turned around and threw the coffee cup into the sky, backhanded, ready to hide under the table and retreat.

In the distance, Sakakibara unhurriedly raised the mobile phone number that had just been entered, with a devilish smile on his face, appreciating Dazai's panic, and unhurriedly pressing the call button, and then he seemed to have something to say. Si opened the short message and started editing.

Beep, beep, beep...

Dazai's cell phone ringtone never changed very much, even if he changed it to something else on a whim, he would change it back soon.

The familiar voice came to his ears, and the habit of many years made him subconsciously pay attention to the mobile phone, and his movements slowed down a beat.

There was only a momentary pause, but it was enough, the fist arrived with the sound of the wind.

When the fist hits the body, Dazai can say responsibly that no matter how many times he has been punched by a slug, there is never a time when he does not feel pain. It really...really...really hurts!

"what!"

Chuya let out a contented voice, excitedly taking advantage of Dazai's reaction period, he made a big move, adding new hatred to old hatred, just beat him half to death.

Flying in mid-air, Dazai skillfully put on a defensive posture, and then finely adjusted his falling posture according to the surrounding things.

According to the usual practice, he could perfectly dodge Chuuya's attack while falling steadily, and then escape, but he seemed to ignore the man behind Chuuya.

The speed of information transmission has always been the pride of port Mafia, but unfortunately today their pride has cheated their leader once.

People don't fall into the same pit, let alone a smart person like Dazai, but there are always some accidents, for example, your bad friend will always have a way to make you fall a second time.

One cannot die for love

Weird music played, anyone who understands it, the boring songs that Dazai made up in his spare time, sometimes he set it as the ringtone of encrypted text messages.

The moment he turned his head, he reacted and looked straight at Sakakibara who was pacing. The mobile phone in his hand was still on the screen of the message being sent successfully. He puffed up his face with a very sad expression.

"Hey... slug."

Dazai pointed behind Nakaya, at this moment Nakaya couldn't control so much, so he turned back.

"You're fine with this little trick."

The muffled sound of fists hitting his body refreshed Chuya, and he stepped on the mackerel that was lying on the ground: "Oh, sir, there is something dirty just now, I will clean it up for you."

At the same time, Sakakibara stretched out his hand, and firmly caught the coffee that was only a few millimeters away from Nakaya's head, and sighed: "This time it's true."

Chuya raised his head and almost spilled the coffee. While Sakakibara hugged him, he put his hand in front of him: "Here."

The kind-hearted young man quickly felt ashamed of his narrow-mindedness. He thought that this time was also a lie by mackerel to divert attention.

"You have so many criminal records, who would believe it!"

He slapped him skillfully, and the foot on the other side became stiff. He gave the other side a hard look, and carefully retracted his foot. He would never apologize!

"Really, no one believes the truth these days."

"Someone attacked the leader rebelliously and no one rescued him. What kind of leader should I be?"

With a gloomy expression, Dazai slowly raised his body, he patted the footprints of his clothes, at first glance he was a bit pitiful.

"Snapped."

"Hiss." Dazai raised his face, covering his forehead that had just been attacked, "Kurosawa!"

Sakakibara calmly withdrew his frantic hand: "What are you doing?"

Without waiting for Dazai's pitiful performance, a black shadow fell from mid-air and landed directly on Sakakibara's hand holding the coffee.

He moved away reflexively, the hand holding Chuya was still on the road, the black shadow hit the top of the orange-red head and rolled down, doubts were written in the clear blue eyes, and the white hand scratched up— —It turned out to be the bouquet of flowers.

The moment the bouquet was received, Sakakibara's hand also arrived and covered his hand.

"Oh~"

Dazai's eyes were wide open, and there was a bright light in them. On his face, there was a subtle expression that Chu didn't understand, and Sakakibara didn't want to understand. The strange sound from his mouth successfully attracted the attention of both of them.

"Tsk."

Nakaya shivered from the cold, almost backed away, but his body leaned back, his back felt the familiar warmth, and he came back to his senses: "Hey, Dazai, you laugh so disgustingly."

Unknowingly, the melee had stopped, and the surroundings became quiet. They stared at the center, tacitly appreciating the posture of Sakakibara Chuya in his arms, and the bouquet they held together, hand in hand.

"Congratulations~"

Dazai stood up like a carp, patted his body with both hands indiscriminately, with his head down, without looking at the two of them, he casually asked a seemingly normal question.

"When are you getting married?"

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