I have a lovely wife at home, but there is no domestic violence.
This is probably the first thought of Dazai Osamu, who has a clear shoe sole mark on his face. What is going on? He is just giving medicine out of kindness. Why is he so pale and dying just now and still as weak as if he stayed up for three days and three nights? Will people be resurrected with full health and violently hit others?
Dazai Osamu was confused, Dazai Osamu felt wronged, but Dazai Osamu didn’t say anything.
In comparison, I was like a big devil. I sat down on the bed with my foot in one slipper, looking down at my weak and cheap husband on the floor with a depressed expression, and my tone was unkind.
“What do you want to do?”
The cheap husband said weakly: "Give you medicine, madam..."
I was suspicious: "Give me medicine to poison me? Poisonous woman, how dare you murder me!"
"No, it's just an ordinary cold medicine." Osamu Dazai was afraid that I would say the wrong word and run away again. He stood up helplessly and took the kettle on the bedside to make some medicine again. He said in a coaxing voice like a child, "Madam, no The disease won’t be cured by taking the medicine. Be good, just sweat after drinking the medicine.”
I sternly refused: “No, as a killer of emotions, I won’t catch a cold, it’s you. I'm sick."
Before Dazai could tell, I grabbed the glass of cold medicine from his hand, clamped down on his fragile neck, and raised it to his mouth, intending to forcefully pour the medicine.
I spoke firmly and kept moving my hands, "Good children can't disobey adults' orders, drink quickly."
"No, I'm not sick...Gululu..."
Dazai Osamu, who had his head ripped off, resisted fiercely, but his little strength was like an ant resisting an elephant. It was obvious that there was no chance. He was accidentally pushed onto the bed, kicked his legs randomly, and randomly grabbed something in his hand. Throw it over.
"You have a bandage on your head and you still say you are not sick. I think your brain has been damaged. Have another bowl!"
"No, help, Gululu..."
When the loyal Zhongyuan Zhongya heard the noise and broke into the leader's bedroom door, what he saw was the dying leader, his clothes messy and flushed, lying in the turbulent arms of the leader's wife, with unknown liquid flowing from the corner of his mouth, and looking at him with a gray face. He asked for help with his trembling hands.
"Chuuya, you're here just in time, hurry up...Gululu..." Dazai Osamu, who was blushing and refused to obey, had tears in his eyes. The coat on his body had long been taken off, and he looked pitiful. The tie cannot be taken off and hangs around the neck, which looks really bad.
What's fast? Come and join?
The leader’s wife, who was gulping down the unknown liquid, had a slightly drunken face, which looked a little confused. She tilted her head slightly, and easily pressed her arms and legs with one hand. The leader of Teng locked a long leg between the young man's legs to restrain his movements, holding Dazai Osamu in his arms and looking at Nakahara Chuuya who broke into the door in confusion.
The thin silk pajamas are loose and fluffy, highlighting the perfect lines. Fortunately, they are still neat, but the posture of these two people is really not good.
"Do you want to join too?"
Nakahara Chuuya: "???"
Understood in seconds.
Nakahara Chuuya: "!!!"
Nakahara Chuuya, who imagined that his leader was having an indescribable play with his wife, and wanted to invite him to join, was so excited that he quickly bowed and closed the door, finishing in one go. , covering the severely injured single dog's heart with lingering fear.
What, what are these two people doing, making soy sauce in broad daylight? Could that medicine be the legendary medicine? !
And the leader is actually from below...
Zhongyuan Zhong, who is thin-skinned and currently has zero love experience, was very uncomfortable pacing at the door, and specifically told his subordinates to stay away. Don't delay the great harmony of life of the chief and his wife.
Chuya Nakahara, a kind-hearted citizen of Yokohama who was moved by his considerate behavior, decided to do good deeds without leaving his name: "Ahem, at least I have to think about the next generation of leaders."
After that, he went. It's a waste of knowledge.
The leader who was being tortured inside the door said: "???"
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It's over, it's over, it's over! ! !
Because it is very important, I have to say it three times! ! !
What could be more terrifying than waking up early in the morning to face a sickly beauty who seems to have been raped a hundred times?
He sat up in shock while dying of illness.
The clothes of the person beside him were messy, his fluffy seaweed head was buried deeply into the pillow and he was whimpering. His exposed white skin was covered with dazzling bruises, and his wrinkled coat was cruelly and casually discarded on the ground. The messy scene seemed to remind me how cruelly he treated the beauty.
There's something wrong with this scene. No, calm down, that's not necessarily the case.
Calm down, I pulled up someone who was depressed. The bright mark on his face was not too obvious. Could it be that I really slept with Osamu Dazai?
I try to face life calmly: "How do you feel?"
Osamu Dazai clutched his stomach, his eyes flashing with tears as he complained silently, groaning, with an unbearable shyness on his face, "The caramel sauce is so rough, I really thought I was going to die. Well... I drank too much yesterday. , My stomach feels so uncomfortable, I can go to the bathroom to deal with it first..."
Okay, shut up!
I quickly pressed Osamu Dazai into the pillow again. I looked at the ceiling and smoked a cigarette to calm down.
The first reaction in my mind was not to comfort the beauty, but to think that the probability of escaping by jumping out of the window was high, or that it would be more realistic to just take out a stack of checks and throw it in his face.
It is impossible to be responsible, not in this life!
Wait... We are both married. Isn't it natural for me to sleep with him? Why should I be responsible?
I suddenly had an enlightenment, slapped Osamu Dazai on the head, and finally figured it out.
With nothing to worry about, I lifted up the quilt, picked up the clothes on the ground and put them on. I blew out Schrödinger's smoke ring with a cigarette and candy in my mouth, and barely raised my eyebrows at Dazai Osamu, who had a bitter look on his face and was about to get up. Thumbs up, friendly to defend his poor pride.
"Don't worry, your performance yesterday was great, baby!" I lowered my voice, sat on the edge of the bed and turned my head to look at Osamu Dazai, who was out of his body. "Do you want to do it again?"
Dazai Osamu who doubts life: "!!!"
Osamu Dazai was so frightened that he quickly picked up his clothes and ran into the bathroom, locking the door with a click. I even heard him move the washing machine inside and block the door. It seemed that I was really rough yesterday.
Oh, I am so sinful.
I packed up and walked out of the room. Along the way, my surprisingly enthusiastic subordinates came with various gifts. After a while, I met Nakahara Chuuya on patrol. He unexpectedly evaded me and looked behind me strangely. A look of realization flashed across his face, and he became a little more compassionate.
"This is for the leader, don't put too much at one time." Zhongyuan Zhongya looked at no one around him, and quickly stuffed a pack of wolfberry into his pocket with his hands, which had been single for many years, and spoke earnestly.
“Oh.”
"The leader's physical skills are already average, so don't torment him too much, ahem, although I'm not interested in the weird things you guys are doing!"
"Oh."
" I just bought this according to the model number of the leader...you can take your time and use it... ”
“Oh. ”
The old lady Nakahara Chuuya chattered a lot, and his familiarity made me wonder if there was something going on between him and Osamu Dazai. Why did he face Dazai Osamu? Everyone knows that if it is abnormal, there must be a conspiracy.
Holding a bunch of gifts in doubt, I remembered that Dazai Osamu had followed a red-haired man a few days ago. Could it be that the guy was a double, or was he deliberately using me as a shield.
Hold the binoculars, I embarked on the path of an intelligence agent again, huddled behind a telephone pole and followed Osamu Dazai as he sneaked into a bar, and my doubts deepened.
I stepped into the bar casually and ordered a glass of whiskey. I stirred the drink absentmindedly and glanced at the red-haired man next to Osamu Dazai. I became more and more sure that Osamu Dazai was gay.
Ju, actually smiled so gently, with eyes like seeing an old lover, there must be something wrong!
The distance is too close! Do you still want to touch other people's hands?
Ahhhhh! I can’t stand it anymore!
With the scene in front of me imprinted on my eyes, there was a green light above my head, and my brain was short-circuited. I rushed out the door, not wanting to watch the next plot at all.
Dazai Osamu looked at the well-dressed man and dog, but he didn’t expect to fall in love with the mature and steady red-haired uncle!
No vision! Mature and steady black hair is the best! No matter how bad it is, it’s still a silver hair!
I despised Dazai Osamu's eyes. I left the bar angrily and kicked the stones on the road. An inexplicable anger rushed into my heart. This must have been because of Dazai Osamu's lack of vision. Waiting for Dazai Osamu. If I die, I will go to the nightclub and find a bunch of pretty boys!
There was an unknown fire in my chest. When I went back at night, the more I looked at Dazai Osamu, the more upset I became. However, I couldn’t talk about him because of the agreement. Anyway, we were a contracted couple. I didn’t jump in like a fool. Dazai Osamu's trap?
As an excellent killer, there are only pure monetary transactions between me and Osamu Dazai, and there are absolutely no dirty emotional transactions!
I care about him a little bit because Dazai Osamu is the source of my money and power. If he goes behind my back and runs away with a wild man, wouldn’t I lose both my life and money? Yes, that’s right, that’s it. .
Dazai Osamu, who was inexplicably exposed to the death ray: "...Um, madam, you have been staring at me for two hours."
I said with a cold face: "Shut up, hurry up and work honestly, don't you know that the black hair at work is the best in the world?"
Dazai Osamu felt wronged: "But I have finished my work."
I confidently said: "Then do it tomorrow!"
"Madam, you forgot , Your lovely Aji will commit suicide by jumping off the building tomorrow, and tomorrow’s work belongs to the madam!”
After complaining a few times, Dazaiji stretched his body and turned his eyes slightly after finishing all the work. Observe my reaction, like a cat that has finished its prank and is quietly waiting for its owner's reaction in the dark.
Dazai Osamu propped up his chin and looked at me funny: "Could it be that, madam, you can't bear to part with it?"
I was very honest: "To be honest, I can't bear to part with your vocal cords. You will die tomorrow anyway, so why don't I do it now?" Cut it off."
Dazai Osamu remained suspiciously silent, climbed into bed without saying a word, turned off the light, covered himself with a quilt and prepared to fall asleep.
Anyway, he can enter a permanent sleep tomorrow night.
Under the dim moonlight, I was still sitting on my original office chair and watching him, lowering my eyes in the darkness and speaking softly as if inadvertently.
"Dazai, are you looking forward to death?"
The other party did not answer, and after a few seconds there was a slight sound.
"Madam, are you understanding me? I'm so happy!" Someone who had fallen asleep sat up excitedly, "We have agreed that even if I die tomorrow, madam cannot remarry. We must be loyal. Ruyi, every year I go to A Zhi’s tombstone and say love words ten thousand times, and I will be buried with me after my death, and..."
Me: "..."
" You are the remnant of feudal society!”
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Minato.Black Building——
As expected, Dazai Osamu, who is heartbroken, is actually planning at the last moment. Whether it is himself or his wife, facing the cold wind at night, they are about to embrace death. Osamu Dazai showed a sincere smile and hugged the insubstantial air.
It has been completed according to the original plan, but there is still one last thing that has not been completed. I can immediately leave this rotten and oxidized world with everything I have.
Then, my little selfishness can be forgiven.
Even if I die, I still want to leave a small mark on her heart.
The movement of his feet paused slightly, and there was an abyss beneath his feet, but Osamu Dazai was completely unaware of it. Thinking of every detail of the past few days, there was an almost invisible tangle in his eyes, like a young child who had lost his way. , struggling internally for a long time, twitching the corners of his lips to prepare to say his last words.
Facing the cold wind at night, Osamu Dazai took a deep breath and said with a vibrato: "Sorry, I am an extremely timid man, a coward who will be injured if he touches cotton. But, I I am really serious about caramel sauce. I give you the leadership position. I will handle all the follow-up. Well, as long as Youzhong is there, you will definitely sit on the position of leader without any worries...I really..."
The other side of the call was silent for a long time, and I don’t know if he listened. , the thin black-haired man finally relaxed his eyes and eyebrows, and closed his eyes contentedly.
Right away, it’s about to...
"Miss, Miss! Someone is looking for you here!!!"
The brisk and lively male voice from the other side of the phone successfully made Osamu Dazai's smile fall from his lips, and his feet almost slipped.
“I said something strange, and I asked you a question——Miss, do you want to answer it?”
This is not the worst part, another gentle voice said with a smile, “Miss, Do you need to add a bottle of vodka?”
The worst thing came, a gentle voice interrupted in panic, “Miss, please don’t do this, ah, I really am not, there is...”< br>
The air fell into an eerie silence.
The leader who turned pale on the spot froze.
The lady over there, who was suspected of visiting the nightclub to find a pretty boy, said: "Huh? Is it Atsushi-kun? Wait a moment, I will inherit the position of leader when I get back."
The one who was called Shima Atsushi was frightened to death. He looked at the leader whose expression was unclear in horror and helplessness, and called his wife frantically over and over in his heart.
Madam, please wake up, the leader has lost his smile.
Before he could speak, Dazai Osamu, who was exuding a sinister black aura, flashed behind Atsushi Nakajima at the speed of light and snatched it away.
Clutching his cell phone tightly, the leader who almost died with half his body in the ground smiled kindly: "Dear madam, do you want to put a hat on me?"
Dazai Osamu's darkening successfully made the remaining people Driven by the desire to survive, they all retreated to the door of the rooftop, scrambling to close the door and run away, leaving behind the leader who was fearful of destroying the world.
"Dig! Didn't you f*ck with the dog?"
"You were so close to death. I really let my wife down."
After a long silence, the other person laughed angrily: "Since you want to die, it would be better to die happily. I don't think you have any desire to live, so jump down quickly!"
"Oh, you still have to die!" Are you wronged? Dazai Osamu, are you stupid? Look at the uncle opposite Butei. I have fought against you more times than I have ever done. You are a scumbag who cheats on me.”
The leader panicked: “No, I do care about you!”
The other person almost laughed out loud, seeming to be mocking his feeble rebuttal.
"Oh, then go to hell and dance. Why, you don't dare anymore? Don't worry, when you dance, I will take my children and wife to your grave next year to dance, and I will do it even after I die. Go to Italy to set a tombstone. I will accept your innocent and lovely subordinate. I will be good to him. You can rest alone in the coffin board for the rest of your life."
"Okay, bye. I'm going to check out a room with three Russian beauties. Go to hell!"
Aggrieved by being hung up on, Dazai Osamu followed the carefully designed routine these days and refused to say goodbye. Yes, Madam must be 10,000% concerned about him. Those little vixens actually took advantage of the opportunity and came in. They are really as shameless as the other little vixens in the parallel world.
A cuckold sent thousands of miles away, a shameless vixen.
The leader, who can almost embody a big drama, is getting darker and darker. His brain, which used to handle countless confidential documents accurately, is now falling apart due to the irresistible panic.
How to retain a wife who is angry with someone who cheated on her? I am waiting online. It is very urgent.
Life is not easy, the leader sighed.
Take out the walkie-talkie and locator. The bottomless pupils of this wise and almost demonic leader are the source of all coldness. The coldness surrounds a small space and gives orders.
"Everyone is dispatched. My wife has been kidnapped by human traffickers in Siberia. Now go to xxx to rescue her."
"Zhongya, prepare the helicopter to find your wife who was seduced and deceived by the insidious green tea man. .”
(End of this chapter)
The author said: The leader is slaughtered, and his desire for survival is overwhelming in an instant
The Russian beauty appears.
Next is the large-scale rape scene where the leader Zai is caught.
You can read another column about Takeei Zai’s relationship with the Russians. That one was about poaching, but the two were switched.