Conan: I'm not really a winery boss

Chapter 162 Shocked, Belmode and Gin broke up because of.
Seeing that Belmod's reaction was wrong, Fu Jiang touched the frame of his glasses.

He does wear glasses.

Fu Jiang stepped forward and loosened the cloth strip that strangled Belmode's mouth.

"Are you afraid of me? Why?"

His voice was a little gloomy.

Although he thought about taking special measures against Belmode, he hadn't taken any action yet.

Could it be that she noticed that I was getting close to Mao Lilan, so she planned to get me out?

She thought I had discovered her secret plan, and that's why she was so frightened?

Fu Jiang didn't wonder why Belmode knew him.

As a popular person next to that gentleman, Belmode still has this authority.

"You tied me up here and asked me why I was afraid of you?"

Belmode sat obliquely on the ground, "Besides, your way of tying people up is so bad, I wiped my lipstick all over my mouth."

"I can practice." Fu Jiang's attitude is very serious. "The reason why human beings are human is because they have the ability to learn. At the beginning, no one can do well, so they need to improve."

The corners of Belmode's eyes twitched a few times, I asked you to untie me very tactfully!Don't tell me you didn't understand!
Pausing for a few seconds, seeing that Fu Jiang had no intention of stepping forward to untie her, Belmode turned his wrist.

"Before we continue chatting, I have to remind you." She frowned slightly, turned her head slightly to look behind her, and moved her shoulders, "You hurt me, this is not what a gentleman should do."

Fu Jiang's gloomy eyes stared fixedly at Belmode for three seconds before nodding his head.

This woman may have some brain problems, can't she just speak up?
Didn't he just want him to untie her first? He almost understood it as changing to a binding method that would make her less painful.

He walked behind Belmode, and just about to untie the rope, he fell silent.

He must have had a brain twitch or a common sense error when he tied the rope.

There are three knots in this whole, people doing things?
Feeling the cold sight behind him, Belmode's heart sank to the bottom of the valley.

Sure enough, it wasn't that he didn't understand what I said, but that he didn't want to untie the rope at all.

No wonder Vodka specially sent a message saying to be careful of Grappa, this xp is too strange.

What is he trying to do now?Is it a colleague who is hesitating whether to "backstab" and be bound?

When Belmode's elusive thoughts became more and more outrageous, Fu Jiang cut the rope with a fruit knife neatly.

Just as Belmode was about to get up, Fu Jiang suddenly held her wrist from behind and lifted it up.

Belmode quickly twisted his body so as not to let his arm be broken.

"It was my mistake." Fu Jiang frowned and looked at the bruises on Belmode's wrist, "I lack experience."

Belmode froze for a moment, then symbolically tugged twice, signaling Fu Jiang to let go.

After Fu Jiang let go, she rubbed her wrist, "Well, what you said to vodka seems to be different."

"Not the same?" Fu Jiang pushed his glasses, "What did he say about me?"

Vodka doesn't like to slander people behind their backs like tequila does, does it?

No, it shouldn't be, and he hasn't offended vodka.

Although he borrowed 500 million, he will pay it back one day.

"He said." Belmode remembered that those unhealthy thoughts were made up in his own brain, "he just said to be careful of you, especially the female members."

She sold the vodka without hesitation.

After she finished speaking, she crossed her arms and tilted her head in a little doubt, "Can you tell me the reason?"

"He's drunk and talking nonsense." Fu Jiang nodded confidently, "I'm safe."

"As safe as a little boy?" After realizing that Grabar was not as scary as rumored, Belmode's tone gradually became provocative.

Fu Jiang didn't answer him, but just lowered his head slightly and looked at the King of Labor on his wrist.

"It's time to hit the road."

Belmode: ?
Biu~, a short needle with the thickness of a needle thread pierced Belmode's neck, and then gradually melted away.

Looking at the three-hour cooling time displayed on the King of Labor, Fu Jiang nodded.

It's okay, he doesn't need to pull out the needle himself, apply the medicine and refill it.

"You" Belmode slowly fell to the ground, and the anti-anesthesia training did not make her lose consciousness instantly.

"I like quiet." Fu Jiang dragged Belmod's ankle and dragged her out, "You are too noisy."

In Belmode's gradually blurred vision, Fu Jiang took off his gold-rimmed glasses and put them in the pocket inside the windbreaker.

An ordinary white car was parked in front of the garage next to the residence, and the key was hung on the door.

It was not clear if this was Gin's car or the safe house's own vehicle.

After stuffing Belmode into the trunk, Fu Jiang drove to the meeting place.

On the speeding highway, Fu Jiang's mobile phone rang.

Seeing that the number is for gin, I guess I wanted to ask after waiting at the bar for a long time without waiting for anyone.

Silently increasing the speed, Fu Jiang arrived at the destination before Qin Jiu called again.

Instead of sitting inside the bar, Gin had Vodka pull over the car.

Click, perhaps because he saw Fu Jiang, Qin Jiu opened the door and stood beside the car.

Fu Jiang drove the car past Qin Jiu slowly, raised his chin forward, and then drove the car into the parking lot behind the bar.

Gin was silent for a while, then sat back in the car, "Follow me."

"Brother." Vodka raised his hand, "I don't seem to have seen Belmode, did Grabar regard her as a 'mannequin'?"

Gin leaned forward slightly, but he ignored it.

Grappa knows magic, but it doesn't mean that Grappa is mentally normal.

Grabar just went from a psychopathic murderer to a magical and mentally ill murderer.

"No, his spirit is still under control." Qin Jiu verbally denied.

Suddenly, Gin tilted his body slightly and looked forward.

Grabar was blocked at the parking lot because he refused to pay.

Well, it looks like he hasn't gone too crazy.

"Let him in." Qin Jiu glanced at the security guard.

This bar is owned by the winery, and the security guard in the parking lot is naturally his.

After driving the car to the innermost side of the parking lot, Gin and Vodka watched Fu Jiang get out of the car, opened the trunk, and dragged the unconscious Belmode out.

Fu Jiang, who looked like he was carrying a corpse, noticed the weird eyes of gin and vodka.

"She just fell asleep, she was so tired and needed a rest, and the trunk was obviously a nice place to be."

"Let her wake up." Gin leaned against the car window, holding the gun in his left hand against the car door.

He worries that Grabar judges him to be too tired and in need of rest.

"You should give me more trust, Gin." Fu Jiang frowned slightly, covering Belmod's mouth and nose with his hand, "I'm on your side."

"I trust you enough."

After knowing that Fu Jiang is a crazy murderer who knows magic, he still has the courage to contact him. Isn't this a proof of trust?
"Also, Belmode is already awake, don't let her suffocate."

Looking at Belmode struggling under his hands, Fu Jiang withdrew his palm.

"Why are you?" Belmode was about to have an attack when his pupils suddenly dilated.

The man reflected in the light gray pupils is really Grappa?

Why does my temperament change so much after taking off my glasses?
"Huh?" Fu Jiang glanced over.

Belmode brushed his hair, stood up and smiled calmly, "You should be gentle with ladies, right?"

"No." Fu Jiang opened the door and squeezed into the back seat.

Glancing at Fu Jiang's nails that seemed to grow a little, Gin got up and squeezed into the back seat, leaving the co-pilot position to Belmode.

Aware of Gin's behavior, Belmode, who was just about to get in the car, opened his lips slightly, and then pursed them, with the corners of his mouth drooping slightly.

Why did Gin deliberately sit in the same row as Grappa?Could it be that.
Belmode's expression sank, the reason why Gin broke up with her was because of him! ?
On the back seat of the Porsche 356A, Fu Jiang raised his neck slightly, exhaled a mouthful of smoke, his slightly closed eyelids gradually opened, and his eyes were sultry.

(End of this chapter)