They all think I'm a boss

Chapter 63 A Kind of Cute Day 63 of Being a Boss

Anyone who has a little bit of acquaintance with Fujikawa knows that this person has a typical child's tongue, and he can't eat spicy or bitter things. Spicy and bitter things like wine have long been blacklisted by him.

"Well, do you want to have a drink?"

Standing in front of the mahogany table, Mr. Zhongyuan raised the wine cup in his hand and invited him to a wine competition.

Fujikawa Shi didn't even think about it, he just shook his head and refused.

"I do not drink."

"Tsk, I really don't understand the style."

Zhong Yuanzhong also complained quite dissatisfied.

He just wanted to tear off the seal on the wine jar and fill it up for himself, but Mr. Nakahara suddenly remembered that Jiro had told him at the Honmaru Cafe that he had collected four jars of legendary wines that were unparalleled in the world.

Among them, "Singing in the Snow" and "Lotus Brew" he had already drank in the Honmaru Cafe, and the only thing left was Li Huachun and the half altar of Qingqiu drunk in his hand.

Mr. Zhongyuan hesitated for a moment, and finally withdrew his hand silently.

The value of this half jar of wine is estimated to be almost equal to half of his wine cellar. Of course, such a precious wine should be treasured and celebrated when some great event happens in the future.

What's more, it's boring to drink alone.

He looked up at the black-haired young man at the door, "Hey, can you play chess?"

The rich woman was not found, and Fujikawa, who was about to leave, paused a little when he heard this, and then nodded hesitantly.

"know a little."

The elders who accompanied Honmaru played a few games before, including Go, chess and shogi, but they only barely understood the rules of chess.

"Play a few games with me."

After leaving this sentence, he went directly back to the room to get the chessboard, not counting whether Fujikawa behind him answered or not.

But anyway, Fujikawa Toki had nothing to do today, so he just stayed and played a few games of chess with him.

After half an hour.

"How can it be repaired! Why am I bankrupt again!"

Mr. Zhongyuan scratched his head a little irritably, his hair, which was not so neat at first, was almost turned into a bird's nest by him.

"No, no, another game, I don't believe I can't even win a game today!"

Fujikawa Toki silently picked up the dice in his hand, and threw it casually on the map laid out on the table.

He originally thought that Mr. Zhongyuan was referring to the game of go and shogi, or backgammon at worst, but Mr. Zhongyuan took out a set of flying chess from the room with great interest.

And strictly speaking, this is not a flying chess, this is obviously a monopoly...

"Six again?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also stared at the dice on the map, and the number displayed on the face up was "six". He looked up at the black-haired young man opposite him, and frowned, "Why do you throw such a big dice every time?" points."

It was either five or six, and the only time it was four was because he jumped to the fourth box and his income doubled. Every time he was still in bankruptcy, this person had already reached the pinnacle of his life with hundreds of millions of assets.

Anyway, this guy's luck was a little too good, and he almost suspected that this guy was cheating.

Another half hour passed.

Mr. Zhongyuan, who had lost ten games in a row, stared blankly at the pile of game money in Fujikawa Shi's hand, and the highlights in his blue eyes disappeared.

Fujikawa dropped the dice in his hand and was about to leave, but at this moment, Mr. Zhongyuan's deep voice came from the opposite side.

"One more time."

Fujikawa Toki raised his head and looked at the orange-haired young man with the words "not to admit defeat" written all over his face.

Can this person play Monopoly?

But Toki Fujikawa didn't want to waste another hour playing Monopoly with him here. Just when he was about to get up and leave, Mr. Nakahara across from him took out a stack of banknotes from nowhere. Note, it was real banknotes. He slammed the stack of 100 million yen banknotes on the table.

"Change this!"

Fujikawa Toki's eyes lit up, he silently retracted the right foot he had stepped forward, and returned to his position.

"Accompany you to the end."

……

Ten minutes later, Fujikawa stuffed the wad of banknotes into his sleeve happily, then raised his head and looked expectantly at the orange-haired young man with a gloomy face opposite him, his tone of voice fluctuated rarely.

"Are you still coming?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also glared at him angrily, "Not coming!"

A few more times and he must not go bankrupt.

Fujikawa blinked, a little disappointed.

This person's time on the top is a bit short...

"I'll go to the fridge to get something to drink, what would you like to drink?"

Zhongyuan Zhong also looked at the black-haired youth opposite.

"It's okay, don't be bitter."

Fujikawa Toki responded lightly.

"Tsk, it tastes like a kid."

After leaving this sentence, Mr. Zhongyuan went to the refrigerator to look for drinks, and he came back with two bottles of drinks after a while.

When he threw one of the plum drinks to Fujikawa, he opened a can of coffee himself.

Zhongyuan Zhong also leaned against the solid mahogany table, watching the black-haired young man opposite him push up the mask on his face, revealing only a chin and a mouth, and then put the mouth of the bottle on his mouth, and took a small mouthful. Sip it.

He just wanted to laugh at this guy for doing this after drinking a drink, but when he thought about this guy taking off his mask...

Mr. Nakahara turned his head to the side uncomfortably, drinking his iced coffee silently.

After he finished drinking the can of coffee in his hand, Mr. Zhongyuan habitually squashed the empty soda can and threw it into the trash can, and then he turned around and prepared to issue an order to evict the guest directly.

But when he turned his head, he found that the black-haired young man opposite seemed to be a bit out of place.

He seemed to have been immobilized by someone, and he has maintained the same posture since just now.

"Hello, Fujikawa."

Zhongyuan Zhong also raised his hand and waved in front of this man several times but did not see any reaction from him, as if he had fallen asleep.

What's the situation?

Just when Mr. Zhongyuan didn't know what happened to the person opposite, he suddenly noticed the plum juice that was put aside by Fujikawa.

Zhongyuan Zhong also reached out and fished out the bottle of plum juice that he drank so much. After searching for a long time on the bottle, he finally saw a line of inconspicuous small characters near the bottom of the bottle.

"Plum Flavored Alcoholic Beverage"

Ah this...

Although it says that the alcohol content does not exceed three percent, it does contain alcohol.

So the man turned out like this because he was drunk?

Mr. Zhong Yuan thought he was the type of person who could drink less, but he didn't expect to meet a more exaggerated one today. A bottle of plum juice with an alcohol content of no more than [-]% could make him drunk.

For some reason, after learning that his drinking capacity was better than that of Fujikawa Toki, Mr. Nakahara suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of pride in his heart.

Who made him lose eleven consecutive rounds to the man opposite him in Monopoly today? His competitive spirit and self-confidence were almost wiped out by this guy. This time he managed to get back. would be proud.

Finally, there was one thing that won him over.

But having said that, after this guy is drunk, he shouldn't go crazy and blow up the building...

The guy with the worse drinking capacity tends to have the worse wine quality. Mr. Zhong Yuan is such a typical example. After he drank too much last time and blew up the Hong Kong Building, he tasted wine alone at home on a rest day He bulldozed a villa of his own in the suburbs.

Yes, Mr. Zhongyuan has more than one property here. He owns more than a dozen properties in the city center and the suburbs respectively, but almost one is blown up every year.

This is why Mr. Zhong Yuan is called a "Hong Kong black model worker" by his subordinates almost all year round.

Not only because he loves work, but also because he likes to stay at home and drink when he has nothing to do. When he drinks, he will go crazy. When he goes crazy, a house will disappear.

It is precisely because Mr. Nakahara knows this well that he is worried that Fujikawa Toki will be like him and start drinking and blowing up the house when he is drunk.

If he fried his own Honmaru, Mr. Nakahara might open a bottle of Petus to celebrate.

But this guy is now in his home in Zhongye, Central Plains, so what if he gets drunk and crazy?This whole building can't be bulldozed by him?

Mr. Zhongyuan pondered for a moment, and finally decided to follow what this person did to him before, knocking him out before he went crazy with alcohol.

He did this entirely for the safety of all the residents living in this building, and definitely not for revenge for the old grievances that he was knocked out by this guy twice before.

Mr. Nakahara walked up to Fujikawa Toki, the smile on his mouth almost reached the back of his ears, and just when he raised his hand, and was about to knock people unconscious, Fujikawa Toki, who had never moved all this time, suddenly After moving a bit, he quickly stretched out his hands and hugged the waist of the person next to him.

Mr. Zhongyuan was completely stunned by this sudden waist hug, his right hand was still raised high, and he couldn't lift it or put it down for a while.

"Hello, Fujikawa."

Zhong Yuan Zhong also called him again, but the black-haired young man still didn't respond.

Zhongyuan Zhong also pushed him with his hands, trying to pull him away from him, but the other party hugged him even tighter.

At this time, Nakahara Chuya remembered that Jiro said before that their protagonist would become very cute when he was drunk.

How cute is this? !His waist was almost broken by this man, okay? !

"Hey, Fujikawa, let go!"

Zhong Yuan Zhong also originally wanted to push this man away, but the other party was stronger than him, and his two hands were tightly wrapped around his waist like steel bars, and he refused to let go no matter what.

In the process of pushing and shoving, he accidentally dropped Fujikawa Toki's mask. At this time, he finally understood what Jiro's phrase "the lord looks cute when he's drunk" meant.

Fujikawa Shi's skin was very fair, especially the skin on his face, which was so white that there was almost no trace of blood, but this time, I don't know if it was due to the effect of alcohol, a faint pink appeared on the originally pale cheeks, giving this picture a beautiful look. The outrageous face added a bit of ordinary warmth.

The black eyes, which were always cold and silent, seemed to be covered with a hazy mist at this moment, without the calmness and coldness of stagnant water in the past, there was only a bit of bewilderment and bewilderment left in the dark eyes, like an ignorant child .

And the person he reached out to hug is the only existence he can rely on and trust, so no matter how much the other party pulls, he refuses to let go of his hands.

At this moment, Mr. Zhongyuan, who was being hugged by him, turned his head away uncomfortably, but from the corner of his eye, he couldn't help but glance at this man's ridiculously beautiful face.

It seems that, indeed, it is so cute...