After many years in Kaijiu group, you are still my friend.

Chapter 16

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I just feel that he has liked him for so many years, such a result is too unfair.

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From that day on, Zhiji never made a phone call or sent a message to Sagara.

He went to work as usual, but since the incident last time, Nanako would always mention his relationship with Sagara in the company intentionally or unintentionally, drawing strange looks.

It's just that he doesn't want to pay attention to these at all.

When he was bored, he flipped through his phone. When he saw the name Sagara, he wanted to press the delete button several times, but he hesitated for a long time and canceled again.

Zhiji had seen Sagara a few times, and saw him leading a group of people dressed in black and blocking the others in an alley.

Holding the iron rod in his hand, Sagara smashed the opposite person while smiling sinisterly. Only this kind of life can give him happiness.

Zhiji passed by him once, Sagara just finished dealing with some difficult people, with a wound on his head, he had a cigarette in his mouth, took a sip, threw it on the person's face, and then sneered Go back with a group of people.

The two passed by, no one spoke, or even looked at each other, just passing by like strangers.

In the end, there was only one person who turned back after walking a long distance.

Every time he saw Sagara, Chiji felt angina, he clutched his chest in pain and couldn't move.

Everything before was like a dream, and it seemed to be the illusion of Zhiji alone.

Ito and Mihashi couple would occasionally call him a few times to ask him out to improve his mood, but he refused.

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Sagara sat on a red leather sofa in the room, crossed his legs, leaned against the backrest, and hugged a pillow in his arms.

There was also a group of people kneeling on the ground in the room, each with their heads down, their noses bruised and their faces swollen.The boss held a red wine glass and a leather whip, leaving deep marks on everyone.Howling all over the house.

"Useless trash!"

The boss's hand holding the red wine trembled excitedly, and the red wine spilled out with the shock.

He pointed to the people kneeling on the ground and wanted to say something, but he was too angry to speak at all.

Then, he suddenly thought of something, walked up to Sagara, put his hand on Sagara's head, stroked his hair like petting a pet, and said, "If you can save me half of Sagara, I will be thankful." Already!"

Sagara supported his cheek with the back of his hand, looked at the opposite person without a trace of expression, and did not stop the boss's hand on top of his head.

He stretched out his middle finger and pushed up his glasses, took a sip of wine, turned around and walked to the wine storage cabinet, opened the drawer, took out a gun, and fired a few random shots at the ground, hitting several people legs, those people howled and begged for mercy, and the rest were too scared to make a sound.

Sagara who was sitting by the side was also shocked by the sudden gunshot and covered his ears.Because the gunshots were too close, he had tinnitus for a while and couldn't hear things clearly.

The boss quickly dropped the gun, walked up to Sagara and knelt down, and asked him if he was injured.

Sagara paused for a while, then shook his head.

He frantically blamed all these on those people's heads, picked up the whip again and walked over.

When the boss finally felt a little tired of pulling the whip, he waved his hand and signaled them all to leave the room.

The boss had blood on his face, on his arm and on his bathrobe, everywhere.

As soon as Sagara got up to leave, he put his arms on both sides of the sofa, trapping Sagara inside.

He leaned close to Sagara's face, lowered his eyes and took off his glasses to look at Sagara.

"I'm so glad you're back..."

Sagara smelled the bloody smell on his lips, and recalled that night at the hotel, when he bit Chiji's lip, the sweet and greasy smell was not such a bloody smell, it was sweet.

"Sagara, are you still looking for that person?"

"Will you let him go?" he asked back.

"Guess what? No one can get what I can't get. If you want to be my kitty obediently, then I—maybe I can think about it." After he finished speaking, he picked up his glasses and rubbed them on Sagara's shoulder After a while, he put it on again, and put the gun back in the drawer before leaving.

Sagara's fingers gripping the armrest of the sofa firmly clasped the wood

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On the night of going to Mihashi's house for dinner, Ito returned the booklet he picked up to Riko, and Riko's face was full of worry.

Mihashi sat at the dining table, a little jealous.Lifting the chair, squeezed to Riko's side.

"I said, you woman, why are you so concerned about that kid's affairs! You are worried about other people's emotional life even before your honeymoon is over."

Riko patted his head lovingly.

"I just think it's too unfair for him to like him for so many years..."

"Girls are sentimental!" Mihashi said, stuffing a piece of salmon into his mouth.

Ito kept silent, and he felt an unstoppable sense of guilt in his heart. If he hadn't appeared, maybe it wouldn't have been so serious.

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