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    He Quanlian and Zhongyuan Zhong also sat at the table in the restaurant facing each other, with a bowl of hot noodles in front of them.

    There are only two of them in the whole store, and the atmosphere is quiet, only the footsteps of the waiters can be heard, which is an excellent place to relax.

    "Sorry, I have to ask you to invite me to dinner."

    Zhongyuan Zhong also took the lead in breaking the silence, and nodded towards He Quanlian in thanks.

    Just by casually serving the other party, he gained such great kindness from the other party. On the one hand, Zhongyuan Zhong felt ashamed. On the other hand, he felt that this person was really good, and his attitude was visibly gentle to He Quanlian. .

    "Wait until I withdraw the money and return it to you."

    "No need." He Quanlian waved her hand heartily, "This money is nothing, don't be so troublesome." What's

    more, this is actually your money.

    He Quanlian suppressed the surging smile from the bottom of her heart, seeing that Zhongyuan Zhong also showed a disapproval look, and added hesitantly: "Well... if you really feel bad, you can invite me to dinner next time. Alright, let’s meet as a courtesy.”

    Not realizing that this was the trap that He Quanlian proposed to meet again, Zhongyuan Zhong also nodded and agreed.

    The two chatted leisurely while eating lunch, but most of them were asking questions from Quan Lian, and Zhongyuan Zhong also responded indifferently.

    Listening to the flat voice in his ear, He Quanlian finally felt a little troublesome, not that Zhongyuan Zhong was also doubting his identity, but the other party's attitude towards strangers was so calm and indifferent, even if He Quanlian was there. He has some basic goodwill in his heart, but not much has changed.

    He Quanlian bit her chopsticks and glanced at Zhongyuan Zhongya secretly.

    Even during the meal, Zhongyuan Zhong did not remove the gloves on his palms, and was eating the pasta with his brows down while holding his scallion-white chopsticks.

    The curling steam softened the indifference between his eyebrows. From this angle of He Quanlian, the more delicate face appeared, and the rosy lips that were occasionally licked also strangely added a bit of color.

    Sure enough, this look is just right in the heart of the heart.

    He Quanlian couldn't help feeling that her lips were a little dry, and licked it subconsciously.

    His straightforward gaze made Zhongyuan Zhong also a little alert, and he looked up at him: "Is there something on my face?" He

    Quanlian has been able to bloom with a bright smile, he seems to be the most pure and uncontaminated Like a child, he looked at Zhongyuan Zhongya's neck with a curious gaze.     "Actually, I'm a little concerned about this." He raised his finger and pointed to the choker

    on Zhongyuan Zhongya's neck from a distance, "Is this a decoration?"

The expression pointed to the choker, and Zhongyuan Zhong also only felt a sense of embarrassment that he had badly taught a good student. He raised his hand and touched the choker under the cortex rather uncomfortable, and his blue eyes moved slightly: "It's just... ordinary jewelry, It's the same as earrings and necklaces."

    "I see, it suits you very well." He Quanlian smiled: "It looks like you like it very much."

    "...It's okay." Feeling a little ashamed, seeing He Quanlian staring at his neck unblinkingly, her face became hot, and she glared at him forcefully, "Eat, don't

    look around ." A small gap was torn out, revealing a certain true color, and He Quanlian withdrew her gaze with a smile, and concentrated on eating.

    It's just that there is a little more thought in the lowered eyes.

    Generally speaking, decorations that are worn on the surface, such as rings, can be counted as treasures, but Zhongyuan Zhongyuan obviously does not like the decoration of those foreign objects, except for this choker.

    ...It seems that the treasures that the phantom thieves need to steal next time have already been decided.

    Even if the stolen items were decided, Izumi Lian would not act rashly. He deliberately searched Yokohama for information about Chuya Nakahara, and easily came to the news that the other party was a mafia and had a high status.

    This also proves that Zhongyuan Zhongya, who lives in the headquarters of the port mafia, is surrounded by very strict guards, and with such a small method as He Quanlian, he has not been able to break through the layers of traps.

    Then to start, you can only choose a hidden position where the other party is still outside at night, and there are no subordinates around.

    To this end, Izumi Lian deliberately spent three days rushing to Yokohama after school, relying on the locator to track the route of Nakahara Chuya's night patrol.

    Fortunately, the patrolling route is designated and will not change without special circumstances.

    And when the Mafia subordinates went to the casino and other shops to check, and only Zhongyuan Zhongyao was leaning on the coast to look into the distance, it was the best time to start with Quanlian.

    When only the last day of survival points left to give up, the Moon Shadow Mask wearing a black dress appeared again in the cold moonlight, and at the right time quietly came to the back of Zhongyuan Zhongya.

    Looking up was a bright full moon, and the evening wind by the sea rolled the hem of the long coat, drawing a sharp arc in the air.

    The orange-haired boy in a hat was sitting quietly on the railing, a cigarette still burning with sparks in his fingertips, and a cloud of white mist spewed out of his lips, blurring his slightly sharp eyebrows. .

    This kind of temperament does not belong to the quietness of a teenager, but more like a mature man who has experienced vicissitudes.

    A trace of imperceptible fatigue appeared on Zhongyuan Zhongya's side face. He stared at the twinkling stars in the sky with empty eyes. The figure was so illusory that it seemed that it might disappear at any time.

    Izumi Lian didn't like Zhongyuan Zhongya who showed such an expression, and deliberately stepped on a fragile branch with a little force.

    In the next second, the sharp gaze was already slanting towards him. After noticing his mysterious dress, his eyes widened slightly, but the corners of his lips evoked a flying arc.

    He threw the remaining half of the cigarettes into the trash can, put his hands in his pockets, and stood facing He Quanlian, raising his eyebrows.

    "Ha, I've been looking for so many days, but I didn't expect it to be delivered by myself."

    At this time, Zhongyuan Zhong also had a different attitude towards his subordinates or He Quanlian himself. The murderous intent in his eyes was more obvious, and his tone was also The arrogance is full of provocation, but He Quanlian surprisingly likes his appearance, and the youthful sense of freshness blows.

    The sweet voice changed by the voice changer evoked a chuckle, and he looked at Zhongyuan Zhongya with indescribable joy in his eyes.     "If you want to see

    me, you don't have to be so tortuous."

    He blinked ambiguously: "As long as it is your personal order, no matter it is in the ends of the earth, I will accompany you at any time."

The gentleman's ceremony, Zhongyuan Zhongye's provocative lines were stuck in his throat, and he only felt that strange feeling filled his body again.

    But now he has to face the key people in the organization who need to be arrested. He can't take it lightly. He can only forcefully suppress that feeling, and then speak again after a pause.

    "What's your

    purpose?" "Purpose?" The man wearing a gorgeous mask's voice was soft and lingering on his chest like the strings of a violin. In addition, those glazed eyes He also stared straight at him, as if evoking lingering affection.

    "Meeting you with Mr. under this beautiful moon is already the best day, isn't it?"

    Nakahara Nakaya's heart tightened as he murmured, and his face became more and more complex. eccentric.

    "Ah, wouldn't it be too abrupt to express your feelings like this when we first met?"

    "I'm sorry." As if remembering something important, the man bowed his lips apologetically, his eyes twinkling: "But I sincerely look forward to this night, and I have prepared a gift for you in advance, I hope you like it."

    Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

    Huh? ? ?

    Zhongyuan Zhong also looked at this masked man who didn't say a word the whole time, but acted in a big play on his own, and his face was very exciting for a moment.

    Based on his years of experience in dealing with enemies, he has yet to meet a person who makes him speechless and unable to catch up with his thoughts like the person in front of him.

    Absolutely!

    Didn't he come to arrest people, why did this direction suddenly become strange? !

    Seeing that the man really stretched his palm to the front of his shirt to get a gift, his dazed brain finally reacted, and he quickly refused: "I don't want it!"

    "Don't reject my heart so quickly, I will be sad too. "

    Although he said so, the masked man did not stop his movements. He pretended to stretch out his fist from his pocket, and then stretched his closed fist in the direction of Zhongyuan Zhongya, and blinked his eyes mischievously.

    Zhongyuan Zhong also subconsciously alerted to the things in his palm, and covered his whole body with an orange-red film. After all, he didn't believe the bullshit from the masked man, and felt that it was just a means to make him take it lightly.

    Just when he was about to attack the enemy and defeat the enemy, the tightly closed fist was released, and he snapped his fingers crisply on the silent seaside.

    In the next second, a full bouquet of blue flowers appeared in Zhongyuan Zhongya's field of vision, which surprised him and inadvertently stopped his ability.

    This is a bouquet wrapped with a beautiful ribbon. There are about a dozen flowers in it. The color of each flower is as blue as the sea. The petals are softly swaying in the sea breeze, and there are a few fragile petals floating in the air. , softly wiped the cheek on the side of Zhongyuan Zhongyao, and also brought a faint fragrance.

    It is not a common scene that so many varieties of blue flowers gather here. There are also many varieties that do not bloom in Japan. It will take financial and energy to gather these flowers.

    This is definitely a unique gift, showing the sincerity of the giver.

    Looking at these brightly blooming flowers, Zhongyuan Zhongya's memory flashed back to the scene where he met the cheerful boy three days ago.

    At that time, he also felt that being sent flowers or something by the same sex would only have such a bizarre experience in his life. However, what he didn't expect was that today, this inexplicable 'Moon Shadow Mask' even gave him a bouquet.

    It is obviously a soft flower, but for some reason, a deep memory is engraved on Zhongyuan Zhongya's chest, like a cat's claws hurting his heart, itching, leaving traces that only belong to him.

    While he was stunned, his right hand was gently lifted by the 'Moon Shadow Mask'.

    The man wearing the butterfly mask stepped back on his toes, holding his palm in his left hand and a romantic bouquet in his right hand.

    Then he leaned down slightly, and placed a soft kiss on his fingertips with the graceful lips that were exposed outside.

    Like a butterfly gently passing over the lake, splashing a ripple, Zhongyuan Zhongya's fingers trembled involuntarily.

    He lowered his stunned gaze downward, the man lifted his eyelids, a pair of translucent eyes looked at him with a smile, and the corners of his lips raised.

    "All flowers pale in comparison to your eyes."

    "I hope you like this gift, sir."

    The author has something to say: This is sultry, and the flirting is yet to come.

    In the next chapter, Izumi is beaten by the angry Chuya!

    In addition, the plot I wrote is not going right, and the comments suddenly decreased by more than n... oh, ask for opinions.     



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