I am always helpless when it comes to cheap husbands who fall from the sky and are drama queens.
Smooth black curly hair, seemingly affectionate eyes, a pale and fragile face, and cold white bandages all over his body, his appearance is enough to make women fall in love at first sight. He is a handsome man.
The Yokohama boss is rich, powerful, and intelligent. According to the script, such a standard domineering president should like the innocent and harmless silly Baitian. Why did he find a part-time killer of the Vongola Mafia? I.
Is it really the innocent and harmless appearance that deceives Dazai Osamu's dirty heart?
His favorability seems to be very false from the beginning, full of conspiracy theories, and at the same time a bit humble and pitiful.
The answer doesn't seem important to me, though.
After all, I am a killer with no emotions. I follow the teacher's instructions and I must become the leader.
If you look into it carefully, Dazai Osamu knows me very well, even a little scary, but there are always some harmless little jokes.
Why do I have to insist that my cheating partners are non-human beings? Are my tastes that weird?
We went on a date at the zoo just because I stared at a penguin for more than ten seconds. Dazai Osamu was not happy. His dark eyes seemed to penetrate my conscience. He pulled the door frame and had sex with the penguin. World war, my fingers are almost scratching the wall, and I am thinking about it with black energy.
"Does Madam like that penguin that is not as cute as me?"
"...No...I was just emptying my mind and not looking at Mr. Penguin."
Looking at me suspiciously, the other person It shot me like a laser for a minute before giving up.
“It’s too much to be distracted on a date with me!”
Dazai Osamu had a pitiful face like that of an innocent girl who was let down by a scumbag.
"..."
Tsk, troublesome man, where did you come from, an insecure female high school student.
Actually, it’s not that I don’t have a good impression of Dazai Osamu. Of course, I am limited to the work mode of seriously correcting documents at the desk. Occasionally, I will lie lazily on the desk and say coquettishly that I am so tired. If you want to die, you will still be disappointed when you see me ruthlessly playing games.
I can't resist a handsome black-haired boy who is mature, steady, serious about his work, and yet serious and cute.
Yes, Black Hair Segao!
So instead of dating me here to increase his favorability, Osamu Dazai should hurry back to the office and work hard and act cute for me.
Dazai Osamu didn’t listen to me and continued to lead me around the zoo. I couldn’t understand what the chirping animals were saying. Is there any point in visiting this?
I gave up my struggle and fell into Osamu Dazai’s arms. I grabbed his red scarf and begged him: “Dear Osamu, can you follow me to jump in the pool there?”
Please. Why don't you go die? You idiot, you walked around the zoo ten times!
Is this person born to defeat me?
Dazai Osamu hugged me naturally, spread his hands and said helplessly: "No, madam, even if you invite me to die for love, you have to wait until you see the zoo, and you can't act coquettishly."
Sadly, he looked at the water in the pool. The crocodile came out, and I had a strong urge to push Dazai Osamu's head into it.
Through some recent events, I have figured out that Dazai Osamu really has a heart, and I was tricked by him. The specific evidence is that one day my family turned upside down and pulled the original agreement. I couldn't find it. I only found "One Hundred and One Ways to Make Spicy Curry", which completely gave up my hope.
Thinking about it carefully, I was blinded by money and power and just glanced at it in a hurry. I didn't even pay attention to whether the effective time was until my death. Isn't this a contract of betrayal?
I thought about twisting off Osamu Dazai’s little head, I thought about throwing him off the rooftop, I even thought about sinking him into Tokyo Bay, I thought of no less than a hundred ways to frame the murder. But that gravity user is really difficult to deal with. He monitors us all the time. If Dazaiji dies, I might also be buried with him.
Wuwuwu, the reborn is coming back soon. Gang also sent an email, saying that Lan Bo was sent and asked me to take care of him. He was so caring. I almost went crazy.
I was crying and playing games on the bed at night. Taking a chance, I confirmed to Dazai Osamu who was working hard: "Dazai, you will really die in one month, right? You won't cheat, right?" You won’t crawl out of hell to stop me from ascending to the throne, right?”
I know it’s stupid, but I’m really not as smart as him. The teacher said that sometimes being honest is also a method.
Hearing this, Osamu Dazai put down the last document and smiled meaningfully at me: "I'll tell you when I call my husband."
"Anada~" Okay, I want to vomit. .
"Wow, I'm so touched. It turns out that Caramel Sauce loves me so much. That's right, your husband will really jump off the building to his death in a month. By then, the entire Port Mafia will be yours. My dear wife is still Do you have anything to answer?”
“You won’t turn your most loyal gravity user into the new leader, right?”
“That’s weird, my dear! certainly I lied to you! How could your lovely husband cheat on his wife? Let Zhongya work for Hong Kong and Black for the rest of his life!"
Stretching, he pushed away the document and walked quickly to the bed. He hugged me to recharge, and sighed with satisfaction: "Ah, it feels so safe, I really want to hold it all the time."
I even had trouble sleeping and eating after getting the so-called answer. Osamu Dazai is a hardcore worry-taker.
After all these painstaking experiences, I finally figured it out. Dazai Osamu planned to hang me to get revenge on me for not caring about him. He is a stingy man.
Don’t blame me for being ruthless because he is cold. After fooling the relatively innocent Dazai Osamu’s number one fan Atsushi Nakajima into lining up for me to buy a book at the Comic Exhibition, I wandered over to my arch-rival in the Port Mafia to entrust it to me.
“I want to entrust something.”
I solemnly launched a card worth 50 million.
"Yes, Miss, do you have any entrustment?" The blond man with glasses handed me a cup of tea.
"Kunikida-kun, there are 50 million euros in it." A black-haired boy in a beret wearing glasses suddenly said, "Also, she is married, so she should be called Madam."
"Fifty million euros!!!" Kunikida was so shocked that his glasses almost fell off. He looked at me in surprise, "Is Madam already married?! She clearly looks like she is underage..."
I'll start Shen nodded slightly: "Yes, I want to ask..."
"It's impossible to kill your cheap husband silently. It's best to give up. It's impossible to succeed."
A black-haired boy with a voice similar to Kamiya interrupted me while chewing potato chips. What he said caused an uproar. The members turned their heads and gathered together to discuss the shocking gossip.
"Tsk!" I smacked my tongue and waved my hands indifferently, "Why let that guy always play tricks on me? Rather than commit suicide and go to hell, it is more comfortable to be killed by your beloved wife and go to heaven."
"You really said such terrible things with a pure and harmless face." Uncomfortable Kunikida held on to his glasses and pretended to be calm, but the pen he was holding tightly in his hand broke.
"Wow, that's quite an idea." Only the detective who had been eating expressed interest, staring at me with his vibrant emerald eyes, "Is this a special kind of tenderness?" "This is the fatal tenderness of a wife," sighed the doctor in a white coat. Angry, "The world of adults is always full of strange things."
"What a pity. I originally wanted to treat him tenderly, but it is better to die in the arms of my lovely wife than to die alone. Better to rot in the dirty mud.”
I sip my coffee and half-squint my eyes to stare at the small vortex above. The uncertainties are too worrying. A plan that cannot be firmly grasped is like a blank piece of paper, so people have to be on guard.
"Is there any estrangement or misunderstanding between you, madam, and your husband?" asked the sinister-looking young man in a gray coat in the corner. It seemed that he was already trying to control his tone. He must be in the internship period.
I sighed, took out a small handkerchief and wiped Schrödinger's tears, as if feeling the unknown sadness, I told lies without drafting: "Yes, after all, he and I are from two different worlds."
"Because..." I said the second half of the sentence under the bright gaze of everyone.
“He beat me last time in a game. I don’t need a husband who is better at games than me.”
I pretended to be devastated.
“!!!”
Hearing what I said as a joke, the blond young man burst into tears first: “Just, just such a small thing!!!”
He My mouth opened wide in disbelief, and it looked like he might come over and shake my strangely intelligent head. I really wanted to say, "Are you really not here to cause trouble?"
“And I hate that he always gives me a bunch of bank cards to buy and buy. He has different dates every day. He always watches me wake up in the morning and is speechless. He always rushes up to me after get off work. He gave me a hug that was almost suffocating and made me a fattening snack at night. It’s so cunning!”
I angrily listed a bunch of that man's damn heart tactics.
Everyone: "...Are you here specially to feed the dog food?"
"Well~" the doctor sister covered her mouth, winked suggestively, and rushed over to hug me. shoulders, "This is the fun of newlyweds~"
"No! You don't understand him!" I was really wronged, and lowered my head pitifully, "He really He is that kind of scheming boy, all just to break down my psychological defense and further make me think [Ah, that guy seems really good] and achieve his goal."
"I understand. Men always have a certain degree of possessiveness." She lowered her head with a vague look of envy, "After all, my wife is very charming."
No, you really don’t understand the terrifying nature of that man Osamu Dazai.
Clutching my chest and leaving the doctor’s sister’s hand that was about to move, I picked up my handbag and said goodbye to them. If there was no result, there was no need to continue.
"Wait a minute." The young man named Edogawa Ranpo stopped me and looked at me with interest for a while, his emerald cat eyes shining brightly at unknown new things, " You're very interesting, don't you think about me? Maybe the famous detective will inherit the detective agency in the future. "
Kunikida looked horrified: "Mr. Ranpo, that is a wife!"
I looked at him for a while and firmly refused: "Although you are a black man, Kamiya’s voice, but I have no interest in children.”
"Huh? The famous detective is seven years older than you, already twenty-six!" As soon as the snacks were thrown away, Edogawa was not happy. He stood up and tried to prove himself, shouting childishly, "You have such bad taste." The famous detective is angry!”
I said dumbly: “I am immature at such an old age, and this kind of childish behavior is also a negative. I am not interested in raising a son. Very popular, but not attractive to me "
The other person was stunned by me, like a poor little cub who had just left the warm embrace of mother duck and fell into the real world. He stood there helplessly, and suddenly pointed at me with tears in his eyes: " You, the invisible master, are not qualified to criticize me, you are obviously childish! The detective is much better than you!"
"Huh? How is that possible! ! "I don't have teacher control, you're talking nonsense!"
Seeing me rushing to his desk and slamming the table to deny it, he put away his tears for a second, put his hands on his hips proudly, lowered his head confidently and replied to my angry face: "No. Yes, the famous detective has already seen through all the truth!”
"You are the ultimate master of duplicity!"
The famous detective who has an insight into everything has a winning chance and makes the classic gesture of a famous detective to correct the criminal.
"No, no..." I tried to cover his chirping mouth. I was so choked that I couldn't say a word. How could I know how to master control? I really hate the devil of that guy who was reborn. Policy, he is lying!
I, I will not... I will not...
In the end, under the probing eyes of Quan Detective Agency, I ran away very spinelessly, shouting "yes" before leaving. Will be back.
Dirty evil adults! ! !
I pretended to be calm and walked on the crowded road. I comforted myself all the way. The little detective was just lying. I thought that I, Cecia, was mature, stable, unrestrained and unrestrained. How could I still be like this? So childish!
I bit my fingers and continued to deceive myself.
"Ah~ Isn't this the caramel girl~" A sweet voice sounded, followed by a sand-colored figure, who held me in his arms and enjoyed the breast-burying service.
Hmm... I'm about to be suffocated to death. What is Dazai Osamu doing? I don't want the rigid facial cleanser service!
It was so hot that before I could kick him, Dazai Osamu, who was keenly aware of the difference, uncharacteristically quickly released me, put his hands on my shoulders, lowered his head and stared at a certain part of me in confusion, and tilted his head, "Ah "Huh?" For a moment, the doubts in his eyes became deeper and deeper, and he suddenly turned on the crazy shaking mode in panic, as if he had seen something incredible.
"What's wrong with you, caramel girl! Don't scare daddy, daddy didn't mean to say you are a flat-chested lolita for thousands of years, why can't you think of stuffing two of the papayas I just bought this morning, even though you have huge breasts? Li is very cute too. Dad really won’t dislike you!”
He was heartbroken, like an old father worrying about his rebellious daughter.
What's going on! I was shaken to the point of dizziness, and Osamu Dazai, who was suspected of being a drama star, continued to chirp in my ear: "Is that shameless dead rat Fyodor slandering me? Caramel girl, you must not be fooled by that jealous husband. He lied, just forget about him, dad will marry you!”
What the hell? Is this some taboo play?
Osamu Dazai, who is even better at acting, held my hand in his hands and pretended to cry: "Candy, you don't know, that dead rat from Fyodor secretly tore into pieces that you worked so hard to buy. The out-of-print tickets for Mei Feng Lan, I also secretly lost your newly purchased figure, and I even want to play the game of imprisoning the yandere with you..."
? ? ? What, my tickets and figures! ! ! ! Who is that mouse named Fyodor? ? ?
Seeing my expression of deep shock and soul-vomiting, Dazai Osamu, who evoked a smile from the plan, tried hard to suppress his angry heart, and the ear-popping devil whispered, but in vain: "Also, Caramel Girl, Feodor He..."
"He can't do it"
(End of this chapter)
The author said: The military detective next door made a guest appearance.
Butei Zai, who is a great actor: "Hurry up and get married to your father, caramel girl!"
Zai, the leader of the next world who guest-starred: "Hey! Let go of my wife!"