Conan’s Toast Does Not Eat Fine Wine

Xin Fan or Zhu Fu Jing Guang can realize Jiang Gu Ling's mood at this moment.

He thought that his best friend who had sacrificed for many years stood in front of him alive again. This complex emotion of gains and losses must have gone to his head.

But Xinfan is sober.

He knew that after Jiang Gu Ling tore off his mask, there were some things he would never say.

Such as the hidden dangers hidden in his body, the "soothing" medicine that is given every six months, and...

The file that Zhu Fu Jingguang copied seven years ago.

People can always deal with other people's problems more rationally and objectively, but they cannot face things related to them with the same mentality.

Those things are obviously no longer suitable for telling Jiang Guling.

…

After a long journey, Xinfan and Hui Yuanai arrived home very late.

"Brother, take a good rest, I'll look for documents again." Hui Yuanai knew that this trip to South Africa had caused a lot of psychological pressure on Xinfan, so he intimately urged him to go to bed as soon as possible.

"Don't worry about memorizing things, I will find a way to help..."

"I don't need your help." Huihara said sternly, "If I can't even handle this kind of thing, I have been doing research for so many years before."

After all, she unceremoniously pushed Asano Nobuhiro into the bedroom and helped him close the door.

The thin goalkeeper separated the two brothers and sisters. Although they were thinking about each other, they had completely different ideas.

Since becoming the younger sister of Asano Nobuhira, Aihara Hui has experienced several thrilling changes with him, and the image of the organization has gradually become fuller in each contact. It was because of Asano Nobuhiro that Shiho Miyano truly understood the danger of the action team and the danger of undercover.

And the only thing she can do now is to try her best to help her brother in scientific research.

Xinfan leaned against the door until he heard Hui Yuanwei returning to his bedroom and closing the door, then dragged his tired body to the window and threw himself heavily on the bed.

Moonlight fell into his eyes through the gap in the curtains, arousing sleepiness.

Xinfan didn't want to move at all, he wanted to sleep like this.

Suddenly, however, a rush of cell phone ringing hit his heart like a hammer.

Xinfan bounced instantly.

A string of numbers was displayed on the screen. Xinfan remembers this number. It belongs to a charming and glamorous woman.

"What's the matter, superstar?" Xinfan turned the phone into hands-free mode and left it aside.

Belmode, who was on the other side of the phone, laughed: "I heard Gin say that you and Bourbon are returning home together. Why, it's so easy for him to believe you?"

"What you said is like I'm not trustworthy." Xinfan snorted, "Initially, each one takes what he needs. Besides, if it weren't for Conan and the others, I would feel more comfortable alone."

He specifically reread Conan's name.

Belmode's expression is slightly stagnant, but his tone is still normal: "When will I call Bourbon to have dinner? How can I say that we are also allies now."

"No time." Xinfan refused unceremoniously.

"Don't answer in a hurry. As an agent, should it be considered work to accompany artists and friends?" Belmode laughed, "I will send it to you when I decide the time and place."

If Belmode said this as Chrissy Wynyard, Watanabe really had no reason to refuse.

Xinfan thought about seven-ninths of a second and then readily agreed: "Yes, Miss Kriss."

The smile on Belmode faded a little:

"I don't like this name. Call me Belmode or Sharon."

After all, she hung up the phone without waiting for Mezcal's reply.

Xin Fan maintained a lazy posture and even yawned.

The woman's heart is needled, anyway, he doesn't understand why Belmode is suddenly angry. If she hates this name, why would she give herself this name?

…

It was night, a Chevrolet sports car drove by on the highway in Tokyo.

Driving so fast in the city, it is reasonable to say that a group of police cars should have been behind its ass, but I don't know what the traffic police in Tokyo are doing tonight, this arrogant guy still goes his own way.

There was a traffic light 100 meters ahead of the vehicle, and it was three seconds before the green turned red. The owner of the Chevrolet had no intention of braking, but instead stepped on the accelerator pedal.

However, at this moment, a woman holding a flower appeared at the intersection. She did not notice the sports car roaring from the side, preparing to cross the road.

The man on the sports car slammed the steering wheel and braked quickly. The sports car drifted a semi-circle in front of the woman, and finally stopped at a position less than half a meter away from her.

The woman was frightened by the scene before her, and the red rose and Bai Baihe were scattered on the ground.

Sitting in the car, Ley rubbed his temples with a headache.

Fortunately, his driving skills have not regressed, and it would be a problem if he really killed him.

What should you do as a gentleman at this moment? Ley didn't know, but he thought it must not be driving away.

He opened the door and got out of the car and walked to the woman.

"Are you okay?" Ley cared.

"It's okay." At this moment, Kawakami Yuno had eased from the shock, and she was hurriedly picking up flowers scattered on the ground.

Every flower here is carefully selected by her, even if it is no longer available as a finished product to customers, they should not be allowed to turn into dirt under the wheels.

When Ley saw this, he immediately helped. He picked up several roses and handed them to the woman.

"Thank you." Kawakami Yuno subconsciously thanked, but the moment she saw the man, her expression solidified on her face.

"Maharaja?" Kawakami Yuno called out in disbelief.

Ley frowned: "What do you call me?"

Kawakami Yuno was taken aback, and quickly smiled: "It's nothing, thank you for picking up flowers for me."

She hugged the flowers and quickly got up and bowed to Ley.

Ley wanted to say something more, but the woman fled the scene quickly like a frightened little rabbit.

Ley: "..."

Is he so scary?

Kawakami Yuno ran to the next crossroad, UU reading www. uukanshu.com only then relies on the telegraph pole to cover his figure, quietly looking here.

That person is definitely the maharajah, right?

But she is still Yuno Kawakami. If she just recognizes the maharajah, it will definitely affect Mr. Asano's work, right?

Kawakami Yuno sighed, she felt that she was too greedy.

With a younger sister by her side, knowing that the maharaja is all well, what else can she want? Now this is great.

Ley got back into the car, backing up and preparing to leave.

But soon a helpless smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

What's the matter with that woman? Do you think he can't see it after hiding in the telegraph pole?

Even with the leftover light, Ley could see the hem of the woman's beige skirt.