The Bald Thug of Uchiha’s Family

The guests near the gate put down their wine glasses, obviously a little unhappy.

But after they looked up and saw who it was, they buried their heads in unison, not dare to let go.

Shin Ishihara walked in with his stomach open, wearing only a ninja vest.

Regardless of other people's thoughts, he looked around and found that only the bar counter in the corner had more vacancies, and walked over.

Xuan Zang slowly put down the cup in his hand, with a satisfied expression on his face, and there was about one-fifth of the wine in the cup.

Ishihara feels very irritable these days. Whether it is for official or private matters, he feels a kind of powerlessness. This is a feeling that he had never experienced when he was young.

The tightness of the front line and the death of his own son, like two big mountains, crushed him, who had already appeared to be old, to a little too much to lift his head.

And the wine at this time of the day is the only thing that can relieve his inner anxiety.

The waiter watched Shinro Ishihara sitting next to the young man who looked poor before, and smiled at Shinro Ishihara.

"My lord, or the old rules?"

The waiter is very familiar. This ninja-sama is a frequent visitor recently, and his shots are very generous.

"Um!"

Ishihara nodded and glanced around and saw Xuan Zang, but after a moment of thought, he identified Xuan Zang's identity, which was not much different from what the waiter thought before.

Xuan Zang also saw the ninja who was sitting over. He maintained the previous posture without showing the slightest nervous look.

From the performance of the entire izakaya and the disappeared voices of the few Iwanin at the table next to him, he knew that this age seemed to be very big, but the ninja who was full of muscles was not a small character.

Shin Ishihara held his forehead with both hands, looked at the desktop, and thought of the information he had just received before coming here.

A group of ninjas searching nearby were killed by the regiment, basically the same as the method used to kill his son.

So his mood became even worse, and he got off work early and came here.

"My lord, your wine!"

The bartender is holding a plate full of wines of different colors, which is very similar to the cocktail in Xuan Zang's memory, but this cup is different.

Shin Ishihara waved his hand, and a few tickets fell directly on the stage. The bartender was pleased and collected the money.

The money is greater than the value of the wine, so the extra part is naturally his tip.

And these tips alone are almost more than what he usually gets by standing here all night.

Xuan Zang's eyes were silent, but his face still kept the expression that a young man should have.

call! Shin Ishihara drank a cup in one sip and sighed for a long time, blushing appeared on his face.

Of course, this little wine won't make him drunk as simply, and blushing is just a normal behavior.

Picking up his wine glass again, Xuan Zang took a sip, drank the top layer of foam, and put the glass on the table again.

Maybe it was a drink of a glass of wine, maybe it was really uncomfortable in my heart, Ishihara suddenly said to Xuan Zang: "Boy, go home quickly after drinking this glass, don't worry the family!"

Xuan Zang was a little surprised, but made an expression that he knew everything, pretending to be very mature.

"I know, old... well, uncle!"

As Xuan Zang spoke, he glanced at the beard and hair of the ninja in front of him, and then changed his mouth.

"My son is about the same age as you! I understand the heart of my parents best, so I don't want to dress like this anymore in the future. I have time when I grow up!"

Shin Ishihara thought of his son. Although he didn't make any extra moves when he saw his son's body, he was in front of his subordinates.

He has always been that strong boss, so he will not, nor dare to reveal his weakness.

However, what was in front of him was a young man who had never met before, and his son was about the same age, a place in his heart was instantly touched, and the prison of words was directly opened.

Xuan Zang did not speak, picked up the wine glass, and drank some yellow liquid again, showing some blushes on his face.

"Uncle, don't preach to me. I've heard enough at home. I drink these and go straight back, okay?"

Xuan Zang shook the wine glass, showing some impatience, making him behave more like an ordinary person of this age.

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