Chapter 29 Chapter 29 "How are you guys doing now...
74.
After making sure that Vodka was gone, I didn't go out because I was so excited that I rolled around in bed and accidentally fell asleep.
When I woke up again, I opened my phone and saw Binga's endless complaints. He complained that Vodka was crazy and thought that he would break down if he could recognize his lipstick color.
I counted silently and found that Binga sent me 46 messages while I was sleeping. Is it true that he was not defeated?
I didn't have the heart to burst my bestie's pride, so I yawned lazily and rolled over in bed before waking up.
Wow, it’s already this late, Gin should have reminded me to go to work, but he didn’t even call me!
I suddenly had an incredible thought: Did Gin become infected by my kiss? Did he also dislike going to work?
It's a good thing for me, and for the Black Organization... well, it's a good thing too! It's not like Gin has to do every mission himself, right? Let our great Top Killer rest up. He's not some killing machine.
At this point, I need to clear the name of the Black Organization. While the Black Organization doesn't quite treat outside members as human beings, especially with an internal hierarchy of contempt that considers native-born members superior to those who joined later, it's not entirely without care for its employees.
Oh, I'm not saying the Black Organization pays for their members' social security contributions. Besides, where would they be registered? Karasuma Group is unlikely. If they were to register with other companies under the organization, wouldn't they all be wiped out if they weren't careful? Our financial staff's lives are also our lives.
It's not even a high temperature subsidy. I've never even tasted the mung bean soup given by the Black Organization. As for material rewards, the Black Organization is relatively simple and crude. They don't do anything fancy and just give money directly.
Is it enough money to buy life? After all, the gray industry makes money quickly?
Otherwise, there wouldn't be so many peripheral members who, knowing the danger, still come here one after another, dying one after another, and then coming again.
For code members, the rewards are more than just money. Those who reach the level of code members also have higher aspirations. The Black Organization invests more in them, so naturally they want more in return. Naturally, they will pay attention to the health of their members and will not use them to death.
There are quite a few codename members who like to play badly, but Gin simply has a strong sense of responsibility and enjoys doing the tasks, so he is the number one hard worker in the distillery.
To be honest, I feel tired for Gin every day when I see him going through wind and rain... Oh, especially after he also took me with him to do the mission.
Take a break, take a break, only by taking a break can you work better - I mean, brother, I'm different, the more I take a break, the more I want to take a break, I'm like a hopeless case.
I continued to scroll down to see the news I hadn’t seen…
Hey, why did Vodka think Gin had taught me a lesson? He even told me not to take it personally. He said, "Big Brother, did he mean to hurt me, or was he just too strong?"
I raised my hand in confusion, then realized Vodka was referring to the moment he suddenly opened the door and came back. I was startled and ran away. Gin subconsciously tried to pull me, but I ran too fast and shook his hand off... Was this the mark on my wrist caused by this series of actions?
Who made me so fragile? I'll leave a red mark if I touch it, and if I use more force it will look even more severe.
I guess when I passed the lip gloss to Vodka through the crack in the door, he saw the red mark and thought Gin was teaching me a lesson?
Uh, is the lesson that Vodka is telling you serious?
Just kidding, Vodka must have thought that Gin hit me, pinched my wrist and scolded me or something like that, otherwise he wouldn't have said that.
After I closed the door, I rolled back to the bed and didn't continue to lie on the door panel to listen. I don't know what Vodka imagined, and whether he had the courage to ask Gin. If he did, how would Gin answer?
…I guess Gin doesn’t bother with Vodka.
75.
I originally wanted to go to the kitchen to find something to eat, but when I passed by the living room, I happened to meet the eyes of the silver-haired man sitting on the sofa.
It's strange that Gin is actually resting.
He was really taking a break. He didn't even look at any documents, but turned on the TV.
The news was being broadcast on TV, and the host was Yoko Okino, who was recommended by Vodka. I could guess her identity by her sweet voice.
Is Gin helping his subordinates collect data for their idol?
I laughed out loud at my own thoughts.
Gin raised his eyebrows, and I temporarily gave up looking for food. I ran over in my rabbit-ear slippers and jumped next to him in an instant.
My eyes swept over the gin bottle and the half-empty glass on the coffee table. I nudged myself closer to him, boldly resting my knee against his thigh. I patted his shoulder and said angrily, "Brother, why are you pouring the drinks yourself? We already have a bartender at home, and you won't let me do it?"
Without Gin's reply, he glanced at me calmly. I pretended to understand something and raised my index finger, twirling it in a circle and saying, "Ah, I see! Big brother must be understanding of my hard work, right?"
Gin glanced at me with his dark green eyes, then turned back, picked up the wine glass from the coffee table, stared at the wine reflecting the fluorescent light of the TV, the only light source in the living room, and sneered: "You are sleeping like a dead pig, how can I wake you up?"
"See, I said it was because you understood my hard work." I nodded seriously, "Big brother, let me sleep. Good job, big brother!"
Gin didn't bother to pay attention to me. When he tilted his head back to drink, the way his Adam's apple swallowed looked scary and sexy.
Anyway, I couldn't help licking my lower lip, and my eyes were surprisingly bright.
Putting down his glass, Gin glanced at me again and sighed helplessly: "Do you have the strength again?"
I couldn't help but complain: "Brother, you act like I fainted from your kiss. I'm not that useless, okay? Okay."
Gin finally turned his head and looked me straight in the eye, sizing me up and down with an evaluating look, his gaze especially fixed on my subconsciously trembling lips, and finally landed on my bright, watery eyes that were both expectant and a little nervous.
He suddenly chuckled, raised the corners of his lips, and unexpectedly, his big hands with light calluses once again put their arms around my waist and pulled me towards him.
This feels even more familiar. What happened in the afternoon happened again in the evening!
Woo woo woo, does the Buddha know how good the food I eat is?
Brother Gin, we praise you!
Practice makes perfect. Now I can put one hand on his shoulders and the other hand around his neck, but I am not as panicked as I was in the afternoon.
Gin then lowered his head, and his smooth silver hair mixed with my loose brown hair and fell on my arms.
I was just about to look in the direction of the feeling on my arm when Gin's nose touched mine.
Our eyes met for a moment, but as I was very sensitive about beautiful women, I quickly closed my eyes and my breathing became rapid before Gin could see my eyes clearly.
"Looking at you, you don't seem to be prepared." Gin lowered his voice, put his lips close to my ear and said with a mocking tone, "Coward."
I really can't stand being provoked! I immediately opened my eyes and wanted to tell him that I was very brave, but Gin didn't give me a chance.
The hand that was on my waist patted it down, and he put his arm around my waist again, put me off his lap and onto the sofa, then walked away with the bottle in one hand and the glass in the other.
I was left kneeling on the sofa, covering the place where Gin had just hit me in confusion.
After a while, I finally reacted!
How come he's so skilled?!
I angrily got up from the sofa and ran to the kitchen, poking Gin's waist with my index finger as he cooked noodles by the stove: "Brother!"
Gin stared intently at the steaming white noodles in the pot. Without even looking, he grabbed my attacking finger with one hand and said in a flat tone, "What's wrong now?"
"You did it on purpose that day!" I complained loudly.
"Which day?"
"January 2nd!" I, who am very good at holding grudges, began to rummage through my little notebook. "You spanked my cute little butt, and you said I bumped into it! You've clearly been planning to do that to my butt for a long time!"
Gin glanced at me and asked, "Am I that boring?"
Don't think I can't see the curve of his lips because of the heavy steam! Gin! Very bad!
I stamped my feet in anger: "That's too much! You owe me an apology!"
Gin turned a deaf ear to him: "Do you want an egg in the noodles?"
"Yes, I want one." I answered subconsciously, then reacted and stomped my feet again, "Ah! Don't change the subject!"
"Not changing the subject?" Gin casually wrapped my hand completely around his, looking down at me nonchalantly, "Then why do you think I deliberately spanked you...?"
"Ah, well..." Thinking of the encounter with Jinpei Matsuda that day, my anger subsided all of a sudden, and I even... felt a little guilty.
Gin snorted and let go of my hand: "Get lost."
I obediently went to the dining table and waited for the gin to be served, and after that, I didn't dare to mention it again.
Even though I was the one who got beaten twice TT
76.
Another meeting, and after it was over, I went up to clean up the mess. I had just filled a tray with wine glasses and was about to go out to deal with it, when Vermouth, who was still sitting on the sofa, suddenly called me: "Yingzi, wait a minute."
"Huh?"
"Sit down, I have something to ask you."
All Vermouth had to do was give me a simple beckoning, and I would drop everything and sit next to her, and then she would hold me in her arms.
Woohoo, sister, it smells so good! So soft! I love it!
I sighed in my heart and uncontrollably made humming sounds of enjoyment.
The only thing missing is the kitten stepping on the milk.
Vermouth felt very comfortable with me in her arms. Her slender fingers stroked my long hair and she smiled, "It's so comfortable to hold my little cutie. All my worries are gone."
I chuckled twice, then took advantage of the situation and rubbed against her again, taking a few more bites of her tofu, and said sweetly and coquettishly, "Then hug me more!"
Vermouth laughed and said, "Okay."
I felt so comfortable in Sister Bei’s arms, and her touch was so gentle. Knowing her as my mother and sister really made me let go of everything and start to feel drowsy.
But just as I was about to sit down face to face with Zhou Gong on either side of the chessboard, a charming female voice suddenly called me back to the human world: "Come to think of it, I really envy Gin. Can I hold you every day?"
When the key words were detected, my eyelids flew open.
"Ah? Big brother?"
"Yeah, it seems like the cutie and Gin are getting along pretty well lately." Vermouth twirled her long fingers around my hair. "How are things going between you two now?"
Theoretically, even though I didn't sleep with Gin, I could at least defeat 99% of the Black Organization by kissing him. According to my personality, this kind of thing should be announced to the world, even to the point of making red eggs.
But I guess as soon as I tell someone, it doesn't have to be anyone else, even vodka or gin can kill me before the eggs are cooked.
I have already seen through Gin's intentions, and I have also promised Gin. Now that I have promised, even Vermouth cannot tell it!
I pondered for a moment and said seriously, "Me and Gin-san? Gin-san and I are just like brother and sister!"
Actually, I'd rather say they're like father and daughter. After all, the sense of security Big Brother gives me is truly daddy. But if that were to get through to Big Brother Gin, it would probably come across as me disliking his gray hair and age... I'm not afraid to speculate with the utmost malice about the Black Organization's ability to embellish and distort the truth when spreading rumors.
Besides, I was not wrong, they are indeed brother and sister.
They are just brother and sister who kiss each other, haven’t you seen it before???
“Pfft.” Vermouth raised her head and smiled meaningfully at the man in black who had appeared in the box. “Gin, did you hear that?”
I froze instantly.
I slowly raised my head from Vermouth's arms, and sure enough, I saw the silver-haired man looking at us with a sullen face.
I'm really impressed. Does this mean that those who eavesdrop will always be eavesdroppers?
If this continues, I really suggest that the Black Organization change its name to the Eavesdropping Organization.
Phew, fortunately what I said was true - at least according to Gin’s character requirements, I didn’t say anything that Gin didn’t want others to know. Gin must be very satisfied!
As for why he looks so bad now and why there is black air around him?
Well... it must be because Vermouth is asking me about Gin's private affairs, and Gin is unhappy.
Absolutely!
...Is that so?
I raised the corner of my mouth awkwardly and raised a paw: "Hello, brother, we haven't seen each other for a long time... uh, three minutes. Did you miss me?"
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