The thief girl wants to buy a home in Rice Flower

Jing Guang (to Matsuda): I will take good care of her.

Weather forecasts are deceiving!

What kind of experience is it like to change into your swimsuit only to be struck by lightning and thunder outside?

Don't ask, just want to cry without tears.

We arrived at the island by boat an hour ago and asked the front desk to combine rooms.Because my side is a lottery ticket, and the room rate in Scotland has already been paid, we did not ask for a refund of the difference, and the front desk directly helped us upgrade the room type.

Fortunately, according to Scottish intelligence, our room happened to be the one next door to his target.

So our original plan was that I would go to the beach to step on the sand and swim, and observe the movement of the target person who should be sunbathing on the beach. At the same time, Scotland sneaked into the next room to steal a certain key information stored in the computer.As a result, it suddenly started to rain heavily, and the plan could only be declared a failure as soon as it was made.

"Really, it's rare for me to buy such a beautiful swimsuit."

I lay on the railing of the balcony and looked out. The tourists on the beach were all moving towards the hotel. Some took a leisurely walk, while others ran.

The rain quickly wet my hair, and I shivered as soon as I retreated into the room, Scotland, who was still fiddling with the computer just now, had already put a towel on my shoulders.

"It's really a nice swimsuit, but I have to wait for the weather to clear up before going to the beach." He said, "Let's change into the clothes first, and blow dry the hair."

"Woo, I don't want to change it..."

Scotland laughed: "Then wear it. If it's cold, you can turn on the air conditioner."

"It's definitely a rare experience to blow the air-conditioned warm air in Okinawa in autumn." I ran to the center of the room with a smile and turned around. The light blue swimsuit skirt drew a beautiful arc in the air. Hours... I'm already hungry."

Then the fully prepared Scotland pulled out a box of biscuits from the suitcase.

I trotted over to him with a bath towel and sat down next to him. I took the biscuit with both hands and gnawed it. I don’t know where I caught his smile. His smile never stopped—until I finished eating half a box of biscuits. He helped me dry my hair on the way, and he finally restrained his smile and suddenly apologized to me.

It was only then that I noticed that his gaze fell on my thigh. There was an obvious scar on the side of my thigh from the healed gunshot wound.

"The side you see is shot by Ley, and you hit the other side." I changed my crossed legs and showed him the scars he left me, "You two are really good at marksmanship, They are all just bruises with little bleeding, as expected of a sniper. It’s just that the degree of tacit understanding is too high, not only the same thinking, but also the same timing of shooting.”

"Sorry, I made you bleed again." He lowered his eyes to look at the mark, "And it also left scars on the girl's skin."

"It's the same for Ley, don't pay too much attention to it." I patted him on the shoulder very generously, "And I should have worried you about my fraudulent death, so let's settle the matter."

Subtle, I always seem to be more tolerant of Scotland.

In the beginning, he may have reminded me of the good-for-nothing mafia leader who I served in the past. That kid was as tolerant and gentle as the sky. He always frowned slightly during battles. It’s a pity that he couldn’t protect him to the end.

...It's not a stand-in literature. Of course I can tell the difference between two completely different people, and I will definitely not look for the shadow of the other.

"This is not a clean sheet," Scotland said with a wry smile, "at least give me a chance to protect you, or if you have any wishes, I can help—"

"Yes, satisfy my stomach, provide a la carte service and daily menu, this simple and simple wish, will you help me realize it?"

He froze for a moment, and didn't know whether he thought this wish was too troublesome or too small, but after he realized it, he pointed out his little finger to me seriously: "Then make an agreement, when we don't have to pretend to be dead anymore Now, no matter what you want to eat, I will prepare it for you."

I hooked my little finger up.

"Although I feel that you directly pushed the time of fulfillment to at least three years later, whether it is three years or five years, I will wait with great anticipation."

Looking at his face, I also smiled: "It's an agreement."

But now that I'm talking about my leg injury, there's one more question that's been bothering me for a long time.

"Hey, who was that silver-haired murderer you were chasing after in the United States? Although he seemed to commit suicide later, I always felt that something was wrong."

"The one who died was indeed the real murderer." He said, "But the person you have dealt with, if the FBI's intelligence is correct, there is a high probability that it was Belmode."

I immediately covered my face in grief: "Sure enough, I was thinking about how a prisoner who preys on young women will let a young and beautiful girl like me go."

But since I'm still alive and I haven't seen any strange or dangerous people around, it should be able to prove that she regards me as someone else who looks like... probably thanks to the trust in the winery's proficiency in the gin business .

"Did you tell Ley that Belmode played the role of the mother and daughter of Wynyard at the same time?" After getting my affirmative answer, he showed a hesitant expression, "Satsuma, what are you..."

"You should have come to a conclusion."

"Rum?"

"Well, but I haven't seen him, and I haven't even heard his voice." I tilted my head, "Ley also knows that when he revealed his identity, he wanted to catch Rum, but it failed."

The whiskey group are all smart people, I don't need to say it, they can easily make the judgment of "Rum's father is kind and his daughter is filial".

only……

"If you catch him in the future, give me a chance to meet him."

"Let me see who my father really is."

·

In the end, Scotland decided to steal information at dinner time. The main reason was that the number of guests exceeded expectations. The front desk called and asked us if we would like to have dinner in the room, and they would move up the meal we originally ordered for free.

Of course we readily agree.

So after the dinner was delivered, Scotland confirmed that the target left the room and went to the restaurant through the camera installed in the corridor before. After changing into a pure black coat, he flipped in from the balcony flexibly.

After a brief hesitation, I exchanged a black coat with the system, put on gloves and a hood, and turned over after him.

The young man who was one step ahead of me stared at me showing disapproval, while I walked into a room that didn't belong to me, and started rummaging through boxes and cabinets without leaving a trace.

"Satsuma—"

"What are you doing in a daze, work quickly, the food will be cold if you procrastinate any longer." I looked back at him, "Don't forget that I am your assistant, and this is a rare legal crime—it can't be like this That said, it still seems illegal."

So with our joint efforts, we found the target computer in less than a minute, cracked the computer password with software in another minute, and copied the data to restore the computer in another minute and returned to our own room.

While Scotland was turning on the computer to pass information to the boss, I stuffed two mouthfuls of appetizers into my mouth, and then opened the bottle of pink Moscato included in the set meal.Seeing that the degree written on the bottle is not high, and it smells quite sweet, I happily poured myself a full glass.

It also tasted quite sweet, like drinking fruit juice. I shook the glass slightly and looked at Scotland, who was seated opposite me: "I remember that Moscato is pale gold, how did you make the pink color? Can it be mixed with red wine?" ?”

The young man smiled and raised his glass to me: "Well, this bottle has Merlot added."

I don't know whether it was the effect of alcohol or being touched by his words, a pink filter of the same color as the wine was gradually cast in front of my eyes.

"Have you completed your mission in Scotland? Are you going back tomorrow?" I held my cheek with one hand and poked the sliced ​​ham on the plate with a fork. "Then do I want to change rooms tomorrow?"

"In order not to make the people next door suspicious, it's better for me to leave with you. After all, the relationship between husband and wife was registered when I checked in. It's too irresponsible to leave my wife alone like this."

He was still smiling, and his smile looked a little dreamy.

"Besides, the new job hasn't been announced yet, so let's treat it as a rare vacation. Let's go to the beach together tomorrow."

I squinted my eyes with a smile: "Yeah! I want to wear my new swimsuit!"

"Ah, but Mikan, I have something to ask you."

"what?"

"Can you call me by my name later?"

I froze for a moment, then agreed without thinking.

"Of course, Jing Guang."

·

When Matsuda called, I had just collapsed on the bed, my calves were hanging on the edge of the bed, my forehead and cheeks were burning hot, the lamp above my head seemed to be shaking, my whole body was as light as a cloud, and I felt pretty good.

He probably contacted me because I haven't sent him a message today. I think Okinawa, a sparsely populated remote area, is far safer than Tokyo, but he should think that the southern tip of Japan is so far away, and he won't have time to see me in case of an accident. The last side...heh, I was saying something unlucky.

"—No, no swimming. It started to rain when we first checked in. Now it's sunny. You should be able to go tomorrow. I'll send you a photo."

"I'm now? I'm lying on the bed. There is an oversized bathtub on the balcony of the room. It's still round. The matching rose petals also look great. I'm going to soak in a while."

"The bento on the upper shelf of the refrigerator? Yes, I made it last night..."

Hey, why am I so sleepy all of a sudden...

"It was originally reserved for you, remember to wash the dishes... Huh..."

I shrank back on the bed, curled up my body, and let out a soft moan.

"Hello? Mellie? Are you asleep?"

In fact, I haven't fallen asleep yet, but my body is weak and loses strength, and I feel that it is a bit laborious to speak out.Just when I was struggling to say good night to him first, Jing Guang's shadow cast over my head, he took out the phone from my hand, pressed the speakerphone, and showed a pure and innocent smile.

"She was a little excited just now after drinking, but now she probably has the strength to speak."

Matsuda took a sharp breath: "Hiro? How could you—"

Before he could finish, Jing Guang interrupted him briskly: "Although meeting her was an accident, don't worry, I will take good care of her."

The author says:

Matsuda: Is this a human language? ? ?Do I still have to thank him?

感谢在2022-05-1216:57:24~2022-05-1323:58:16期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels of irrigation nutrient solution: 10 bottles of Mimo (*~︶~); 2 bottles of Mickey Mouse;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard! ?