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In the kitchen, Shier was cooking, and I was holding Huihui's hand. While observing Shier, I quickly approached the door, my footsteps were soft and silent. When I got to the door, I didn't know why I was not afraid of bullets before. I don't know when fine drops of sweat appeared on my forehead.

The cold doorknob was warmed by gentle hands, and just as I was about to unscrew the doorknob, the sound of the kitchen door opening came into my ears at a speed beyond the speed of light.At the same time, I quickly unscrewed the door, lifted Huihui with one hand and walked out.

Leaning against the closed door, I panted heavily, and touched Hui Hui's hands, and then began to move.

At this time, we don't want to think about what will happen to us when we go home at night, but...

"Survived."

"Mr. Shi Er, what a genius."

Two nights ago, I was still a simple and ignorant little cutie; the night before, I was dubious about the warning Huihui gave me; after all, I never imagined that someone could use different materials and always make the same the taste of.

This is not something that only human beings can do. It is simply the eighth wonder of the world. Obviously, I was waiting in the kitchen to see every step, but have you ever seen fried rice-flavored curry?

One word - absolutely!

But now, for Fu Heihui, who became my comrade-in-arms in two days, I just want to say:

"Huihui, you've worked hard."

The little boy in my arms seemed to be very moved by my words, and after a while, he replied with a sentence that had gone through many vicissitudes:

"got used to."

The hardships of life were poured out in this short sentence. I looked down at Fu Heihui, who was white and clean in my arms, and found a feeling of being an older brother, a sense of responsibility spontaneously arose:

"Let me take you to eat something delicious."

After fleeing in a panic, we, who were already very hungry, seemed to be able to hear hallucinations. The sound of roundworms urging in my stomach, I glanced around, and quickly locked on the Poirot Cafe downstairs of the Maori Detective Agency.

Pushing open the door, the bell on the door made a crisp sound, which quickly attracted the staff in the bar. I squatted down and picked up Fu Heihui, who was beside me, and then glanced at the blond boy inside the bar, whom I had never seen before. , then turned his head and said:

"Hui Hui, what do you want to eat?"

He glanced at the person in the bar, his eyes fell on the back of the other person, and then he looked at the menu naturally:

"I'll just have a ham and cheese sandwich."

I put Fu Heihui on the ground and signaled him to wait in the seat. I helped the glasses on the bridge of my nose, and a huge black shadow was baring its teeth and claws behind the blond brother who was serving attentively, but it seemed to be separated by a layer of diaphragm. Can drooling and waiting.

"I'd like a tuna sandwich, please."

I helped the bridge of my nose again and waited until the black shadow disappeared from my sight. I looked back at Fu Heihui who was obediently staying on the sofa not far away, then turned my head,

"Where's Miss Xiaozi? What happened?"

"So you're a regular customer? I'm Toru Amuro, a newcomer. Ms. Azusa went out with the boss because of a problem with the coffee ingredients, and I'll be back in the afternoon."

"Oh, is it? Then I will trouble you."

After getting his name, I took out my wallet to settle the money, put the wallet back into my pocket, and took out my phone to look at the mailbox that had entered my phone due to black history.

My fingers jumped on the keyboard, and after a while, an email was edited. Seeing that the successfully sent message popped up, I clicked, and slowly moved to the side of Fu Heihui, and then my whole body became limp like a puddle of water to the desktop.

"Standing is so tiring..."

"It's so tiring to lie down..."

"do not want to work……"

Obviously, as a person who struggled crazily when he was young, and now has earned money that can definitely live the rest of his life safely without squandering it, why am I suddenly forced to roll up?

Who is the culprit?

A name clearly appeared in my mind - gin.

The vibration of the mobile phone came from my pocket, I took out the mobile phone with great difficulty, lay on the table and looked at the reply letter from Gin Jiu, and got an unsurprising answer, the new boy with blond hair was the photo of me before Bourbon seen on the Internet.

[Are the people in your organization really doing all the work for you?Why can he work two jobs? 】

【Mo Gao, there is a mission recently...】

Well, it seems that it has poked a sore spot in someone's heart.Why do I, a researcher, have to go out to work? Don’t even think about it... I just thought of the manuscript I had had a brainstorm before, and glanced at Bourbon who was walking towards us with a sandwich.

I think I may have accidentally hit something weird...

After all, a code-named member of an organization that I meet casually is an undercover agent. In terms of my luck, it seems that the number of undercover agents in this organization may exceed my imagination.

"Your sandwiches are ready."

"Thank you."

"It's troublesome."

Accompanied by Huihui's polite thanks, I woke up from my own thoughts, and found that I had unknowingly lifted myself from the table, took the plate, and tested the temperature at the bottom, um...Look If you don't come out, people are quite careful.

Watching the departure of my colleagues in a certain sense, I took a bite of the unusually delicious sandwich, and asked Fu Heihui next to me with some inarticulate words:

"Huihui, where did you go to school before?"

"..."

After receiving the silent reply, my whole body was almost torn apart on the spot, and my weak liking for Shi Er finally dropped to zero after repeated consumption.

"Do you want to go to school?"

"..."

Still silent, I looked at the slightly drooping eyes of the little boy beside me hiding all my emotions, so that I couldn't help recalling my childhood, reflecting on whether I was more difficult to deal with than Fu Heihui at the beginning, and came to the conclusion that I was so relieved back then.

"Then after dinner, let's go back and discuss with Mr. Shier. What do you think of the nearby Mihua Primary School?"

"it is good."

To put it succinctly, I can only comment on Fu Hei Huijun in this way, and at this moment I have a sincere admiration for my parents.

After eating the sandwich, I stared at Toru Amuro at the bar. His hearty smile, dark complexion, and vibrant blond hair made the other party have a strong affinity. It seemed that every customer served by the other party Very satisfied with all of them.

As if aware of my gaze, the man suddenly met my gaze, and then a bright smile with white teeth appeared in my eyes, and the spark of inspiration burst out in my mind instantly.

The material was taken out of my pocket by me, and the black signature pen began to waltz on the blank paper.

Blonde hair, change, black hair; dark complexion, turn, cold white skin; external enthusiasm, no, internal enthusiasm; complex life experience reserved...

After a lot of hard work, I finally finalized the male protagonist of my "On the Possibility of Only One Person Working in the Entire Organization 2", a commercial spy with long black hair, cold externally, enthusiastic internally, and invading the enemy. An ambitious undercover agent is Qinzi, the gatekeeper boss.

No, it's more bloody. He originally had a girlfriend, but he had to break up in order to sneak into the company. After meeting Qinzi, under the comfort of the other party, he gradually walked out of the love.And a man who has always looked cold to the outside world will only smile at Qinzi from now on, they will meet in private, and they will cherish each other at work...

Hey, I always feel like something is missing?

One day, he invited Qinzi to his house as a guest. The beautiful woman sat on the sofa, looked at him, and said with a smile:

"Do you remember when you were seven years old? We met before, but you were still blonde at that time, oh, of course you were also very handsome with black hair."

At this moment, the man who almost fell into Qinzi's love trap thought of his twin brother. He almost couldn't hold back the smile on his face, and what was even more unfortunate was that his brother was about to return to this home from the United States.

The time when the younger brother will arrive home is undecided, but the man's heart has already fallen to the bottom.

At this time, with a ding dong, the doorbell rang...

From noon to afternoon, the customers in the coffee shop came and went, only Fu Heihui was reading with books on the shelves in the shop, and the boy who had been buried in writing for some reason occupied the deepest part of the shop.

Toru Amuro was a little concerned about this man who had been staring at him for a long time, but he couldn't find any reason, so he suppressed his sudden curiosity.

The shop owner's car stopped at the door of the shop, and the coffee beans packed in cardboard boxes were moved into the shop by Xiao Azusa and the boss together. When Toru Amuro saw the two figures, he didn't care about paying attention to the people in the corner, and hurried out to help.

After a lot of busy work, they finally packed up their things, but due to the dust, Toru Amuro and Xiao Azusa had to wipe the counter again.

At this time, the doorbell rang, but I saw the two people who had stayed in the store all afternoon, talking about something and walking outside.

Aware of Toru Amuro's stop, Xiao Azusa looked at the door with some doubts, and after seeing the figure clearly, said with a smile:

"Amuro-kun, are you interested in Teacher Fu?"

"Teacher Fu?"

"That's right, Mr. Fu, he is a writer, very powerful. I was shocked when I found out."

Toru Amuro looked at Xiao Azusa, who seemed to be thinking of something interesting, while working, waiting for the other party to share:

"At the beginning, I didn't know he was a novelist, but one day he kept staring at me, emmm, the kind of observation without any color would be more appropriate."

"Then suddenly one day he ran over solemnly and asked me if I could change my image and add it to the novel. However, after seeing that image, I found that it was not like me at all. ..."

Novelist?

Amuro thought about the other party's behavior, and relaxed his vigilance a little. At the same time, his cell phone vibrated. It was an email from Gin, and it said:

[Tomorrow at [-] o'clock in the evening, there is a mission at the Cup House Hotel. 】

On the other side, the same text message also appeared in the cell phone of Fu Wenguang who was confronting Shier.