Yokohama Miss Gojo Love Story

"Sir, here are the sake and side dishes you want." The young waitress spoke sweetly and softly, and placed the wine and dishes in front of them.

Osamu Dazai raised his head, resting his chin, and asked affectionately: "Miss, can I ask, do you have a boyfriend?"

"Oh, my guest, your problem is real." The waitress covered her mouth and snickered.

"If not, can I invite you to die for love together?" Osamu Dazai's eyes were so tender that they almost dripped.

"Cough!" Zhongyuan Zhong also coughed heavily, and turned two angry eyes across.

If he could choose, he would never partner with this suicidal maniac who would get sick at any time.

But quite helplessly, Mr. Mori, the leader of the organization, seemed to have deliberately arranged for the two to go on missions together more and more times, and even spread the name "Double Black" on the road.

This guy is just a bit cunning, and his skills and morals are in a mess. Why should he be as famous as himself?

The waitress giggled and walked away.

Osamu Dazai sighed and complained: "Oh, you just drink your wine, why do you want to destroy my love?"

"Get out! You're in love—" Zhong Yuanzhong also cursed for a while, and then realized that bickering with guys is purely boring.

He picked up the wine bottle and was about to pour wine into the glass when his eyes swept over the round mouth of the bottle and he was taken aback for a moment.

The exquisite flower painting extended to the mouth of the bottle, a few touches of light pink, like petals, and like a girl's light lip marks, Zhong Yuanzhong also continued to be in a daze, the anger in his eyes dissipated, and a layer of gentle and confused mist floated.

Osamu Dazai looked at him, his eyes became sly.

"Chuya, are you drinking?"

"Ah."

Zhong Yuanzhong also responded casually, and put the wine bottle to his mouth naturally. In his memory, the girl who was addicted to alcohol liked to drink like this.

"Hey!" Dazai Osamu's malicious laughter came from beside his ear.

"What are you doing again?" Nakahara Chuya glared at him again.

Osamu Dazai tilted his upper body, brought his face closer, and smiled wickedly, "Chuya, I think you look like you are drinking, but like kissing this bottle, haha, kissing?"

Zhong Yuanzhong was also stunned for a few seconds, suddenly, realizing what he meant, his whole face flushed red, and he jerked his head back, as if some kind of poisonous insect or beast was approaching him.

"You, what's wrong with you?" He gritted his teeth and cursed, but his confidence was a little weak.

Such a big reaction?Aha, it really is very predictable!

Osamu Dazai cheered up, and continued to tease his partner: "By the way, it seems that you also have a wine bottle similar to this hidden in your home? Why, do you have a special preference, or...a fetish?"

"You, you, shut up!" Nakahara Chuya blushed more and more, but his reaction was not so much anger, but more like being caught by someone, and he was in a panic.

Indeed, he has a hobby of collecting fine wine and wine vessels, but that wine bottle is the most special and precious one.

Because, it was used by her, and she was reluctant to even wipe off the lip marks left on it.

When did he actually get discovered by this ghostly thing beside him?

Alas, Qingguang, has she already gone to the Gojo family to serve that man?

"Chuya? Chuya? Don't be in a daze." The waiting time was too boring, and Osamu Dazai urged gossip.

"Do you still remember what we are here for?" Nakahara Chuya asked in a deep voice.

"Remember, why don't you just catch the traitor?" Osamu Dazai sighed again, whether it was admiration or boredom, "Why are you so active? Are you so unwilling to be my subordinate?"

"Stop talking nonsense!" Nakahara Chuya interrupted immediately, "I'm Sister Hongye's subordinate, and I have nothing to do with you!"

"But, I'm a cadre of the organization? Your rank is lower than mine." Osamu Dazai pointed at his nose triumphantly.

Zhong Yuanzhong also stared at his tall nose, seeming to consider the price of punching him, but in the end he just let out a disdainful "hum" and turned his head to ignore him.

Osamu Dazai was still chattering enthusiastically, "Mr. Shen seems to have said that if you successfully catch the traitor and get back the stolen information, you will be promoted to a cadre?"

"Hmph..." Zhong Yuan Zhong also still hummed, but he was no longer angry.

He cast his eyes out of the window, an alley under the dim light, and brought the wine bottle to his slightly raised lips thoughtfully.

Of course, this is a very important step!

If he can become a cadre of the port mafia, even if he can't be called the strongest man in Yokohama, at least in terms of status, he can be on an equal footing with Gojo Gojo, one of the masters of the "Sanjia" family of magic spells!

You know, he came to Tokyo on a mission this time, and it took so much concentration to resist going to Gojo's house to see the girl who had never forgotten for a thousand days and nights.

For three years, he has been working hard, but unfortunately he has not yet achieved the goal she set, and he has no face to see her...

"Here we come!" Osamu Dazai shouted suddenly, interrupting his thoughts.

"Where is it?" Zhong Yuan Zhong also hurriedly asked, secretly ashamed.

Osamu Dazai didn't answer, he just pointed out the window, diagonally opposite, was another izakaya.

Gojo Qingguang and Fukui Hui were sitting in that izakaya.

"Hey, I think it's more delicious to sit at the counter and drink it. It's always played like this on TV?" In front of Wujo Qingguang, there were already four empty wine bottles, and he still didn't look like he was enjoying himself enough.

They sat in the most inconspicuous corner of the izakaya, which was insisted by Fukuroi.

He folded his arms on the table and lowered his head, as if trying not to attract attention as much as possible, but did he roll his eyelids and cast slightly angry glances at the five sunny lights.

He is underage and can't drink, so he can only watch this woman drink, but she still drinks chicly and profligately, as if deliberately tempting him!

No, she drank another bottle of sake, smacked her lips comfortably, and laughed at him: "Really don't drink it? Don't be afraid, I've never been drunk. If you drink up, I'll take you back? Boys won't What is drinking... Hey, that person's drinking capacity is actually pretty bad."

Wujo Qingguang probably also felt a little bit drunk, and her words became more and more trivial, Fu Heihui couldn't bear it anymore, and snatched the empty bottle from her hand.

"It's time to go back!"

"Huh, so early?"

"If you don't leave, do you want to be discovered?"

When it comes to "being discovered", Wujo Qingguang seems to have some scruples, his eyes become clear, and he nods: "Okay then, go back first, and come out to drink another day?"

"What, do you still want another day?"

Jingle Bell--

The wind bell rang under the eaves, and the door curtain was lifted, and a man in gray clothes and gray trousers, with his face and head wrapped in a hood, walked in. He looked nothing special, but a pair of fierce eyes under the hat were particularly disgusting.

Fu Heihui frowned subconsciously, expressing his disgust.

"My guest, are you alone? Or are you waiting for a friend?" The waitress stepped forward to greet her, with a hint of timidity in her sweet voice.

The man's fierce eyes swept around, suddenly waved his hand, and said in a vicious voice: "Everyone here, let me out!"

"Huh?" The waitress was petrified.

The female boss at the counter rushed out and explained with a smile: "My guest, if you like to drink alone and quietly, do we have a private room inside?"

"Didn't you hear, I said, everyone, get out, I want to negotiate business here!" The man grabbed the female boss by the collar.

"Ah, please don't, don't—" the waitress was so frightened that she wanted to scream, but she didn't dare to make a sound.

Fu Heihui's complexion darkened, Huo De got up, and Wu Tiao Qingguang raised his hand as if to hold him, then only smiled slightly, and put his hand away.

The kid said just now that what he cleaned up at school were punks who came to make trouble. Now it seems that his sense of justice is overwhelmed?

Jingle Bell--

Just as Fu Heihui took a step forward, he heard a string of wind chimes, and a lazy and pleasant male voice came from outside the door: "The person who talks to you won't come, Long?"

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Thank you "Pig's Holiday" for pouring me the nutrient solution, the author of Xiao Lengwen is very grateful~