The real wine is the stupid beauty possessed by the European emperor

"what?"

Midorima Motoshou didn't know what kind of expression he would have to face Asuka Lin's words, but no matter what, he would definitely not be able to respond here.

"Senior thought too much, I don't know that drunk man."

"Liar——" Ming Ri Xianglin took a bite of the chicken skewer, and said inarticulately, "I will definitely not make mistakes in terms of interpersonal relationships! You two are definitely good friends with him!"

Midorima Motoshou didn't explain any more, and too many explanations seemed even more suspicious.

Tomorrow Xianglin took Midorima Genshou's silence as a kind of tacit consent.

To make friends, the first step is to understand each other's background!Amuro Toru and Midorima Motoju are relatively shy people who will not take the initiative to talk about their backgrounds. It’s okay, he can analyze it by himself!He doesn't mind befriending the cops either!

Tomorrow Xianglin dragged her chin with one hand: "According to my analysis, you and Amuro-kun must have been punks in school before, and then you were caught by the police uncle just now! You have become friends since then!"

Midorima Motoshou: "......Huh?"

Tomorrow Xianglin said to herself, "Am I right?"

"Pff—" It was supposed to be a tense and serious dialogue, but Midorima Motoju couldn't hold back any longer, and burst out laughing, and his tense eyebrows and eyes relaxed along with the smile.Squad leader Date's appearance was often used as a joke by them before, but they never thought that it would be convenient to leave the police academy, and he would be directly promoted to an uncle-level figure. "This is really an interesting reasoning, but why does senior want to know the past between me and Amuro so much?"

"Because I want to be your friend!" Tomorrow Xianglin blurted out without any thought, this is his most intuitive wish, "If you want to be friends, getting to know each other...isn't that the basic?"

Midorima Motoju saw the blond boy in front of him raised his face, staring at him with clear eyes, one of his cheeks was bulging, and he even forgot to chew.

Why can someone's appearance be so deceiving?

He didn't continue to answer Ming Ri Xianglin's question, but suddenly mentioned another matter: "What were you doing in the kitchen that day?"

"Huh?" Mingri Xianglin tried hard to think back, he seemed to be in the kitchen often, but if it came to the recent words, "Ah! I remembered! I heard that a newcomer was coming that day, so I wanted to bake a pomegranate pie for everyone, but in the middle All kinds of things happened, and in the end... well, it's over, if you like, I can do it for you again!"

it is as expected.

The doubts in Motoshou Midorima's heart were completely resolved.

That's pomegranate sauce, not blood, and it's not murder.

That night, Toru Amuro decided to pretend that he didn't know anything, but Midorima Motoju, who was more delicate and soft in mind, got up in the middle of the night and took risks to come to the kitchen. A few people were rescued, but they searched around but found nothing.

Just when he was about to go back, he found a suspicious red liquid and some fruit peels in the garbage basket in the kitchen.

He dipped a little bit with his finger, put it under his nose and smelled it, it smelled a little paste, and there was a little sweetness from the fruit.

this is jam.......

Good guy, case solved.

The next day, he told Amuro about the results of the night's investigation.Toru Amuro said that even if there is no murder and cooking of corpses, Asuka Lin is still a member of the black organization, this will not change, don't be confused by the other party's appearance.

"Thank you for the pomegranate pie, let's do it together when we have a chance." Midorima Motoshou said.

"Okay, okay!" Tomorrow Xianglin agreed, as if this was some great news for him, "Actually, as long as I'm with my friends, I'll be happy in whatever I do."

The boy's eyes were crooked, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised. There was still a piece of unknown food residue stuck to his side, and his baby-fat cheeks looked like tender tofu.

Bewitched by appearances... maybe a little bit.

Midorima Motoshou took out a tissue and pressed it over: "Wipe it off."

"Thank you!" Asuka Lin took the tissue and wiped her lips.

Midorima Motoshou saw that the lips were licked by the master's slightly rough action, and the blood was quickly congested, changing from a light pink to a rose red.

But why would I stare at someone's lips?Especially a man's....

As if sensing Midorima Motoshou's gaze, Asuka Lin responded with a bright smile.

He immediately looked away, and changed the subject stiffly: "Speaking of... why hasn't Amuro come back yet? Could it be that he fell down on the floor after drinking?"

"My drinking capacity isn't that bad, okay?" Toru Amuro opened the door and walked in, and returned to the dining table, "Sorry, sorry, I kept you waiting."

"It's almost enough to eat when all the people are here, so let's pay the bill."

"Wait!" Tomorrow Xianglin took out her phone, "Let's take a picture before paying the bill! It's a commemoration of the three of us meeting for the first time!"

Toru Amuro actually didn't want to agree. It is a very dangerous behavior to let others own his own photos. Some masters can analyze the whole person's growth environment or current job through just one photo.

He originally wanted to meet Jing Guang's eyes and cooperate with him to refuse, but he saw that the other party had already walked to Ming Ri Xianglin's side on his own initiative.

Midorima Motoshou was still helping him adjust the angle of the phone: "This way you won't get tired while holding it."

Tomorrow Xianglin: "Really! Mr. Lujian is amazing!"

Toru Amuro: ? ? ?

He went out for only ten minutes, what happened in the meantime? !

Midorima Motoshou urged his friend: "Come here quickly."

Toru Amuro: "...Here we come."

Everyone has already appeared on the screen. Asuka Lin counts down three times and presses the camera button: "Three, two, one! Eggplant!"

Click.

Images have been recorded.

Tomorrow Xianglin opened the photo album of her mobile phone and looked at that photo over and over again, feeling extremely satisfied in her heart!

"I'll give you the photos after I develop them. I'll pay the bill first."

Tomorrow Xianglin took the wallet to check out, when he took out the gleaming black diamond gold card, the boss checked back and forth several times, even the way he looked at Tomorrow Xianglin changed.

Is this some kind of top rich second generation? !

While Mingri Xianglin was paying the bill, Amuro pulled his little friend over secretly, and asked in a low voice, "What did you say when I went out? Why did your attitude suddenly change so much?"

"Huh? Is there?" Midorima Yuanshou disapproved, "I've always been like this, are you really drunk?"

"I didn't, I—"

"Amuro-kun, Midorima-kun, I've paid the bill, let's go!" Asuka Lin stood outside the store and waved to them.

"Here we come." Midorima Motoshou responded, and walked directly towards the door.

Toru Amuro: ? ? ?

It seems like he...hasn't finished talking yet?

Looking at the two chattering and laughing people at the door, Toru Amuro dared to bet that this brat from the black organization must have instilled something wrong in Jing Guang while he was away!

hateful!The Black Organization is really pervasive!

Wait!He Jiang Guling is not so easily brainwashed!

*****

Tomorrow Xianglin is having a happy meal here, but Qinjiu's side is not so sure......

After letting the kid go away, Gin was ready to go out, but he found a problem.

His pants weren't ripped off, they were broken!

Below the belt and above the pockets, there is a circle of clear fabric torn marks, making it impossible to wear it again.

Sure enough, he should have shot that brat just now!

"..." Gin took out his mobile phone from his pants pocket and dialed Vodka, "Vodka—"

"Brother, are you done? Then I'll go back now."

"Wait for the vodka, you—"

"Brother, do you still need a room? I'll go and find out where the nearest hotel is!"

"No!" Gin felt that his steel-like mental power had been inhumanly destroyed, "Vodka, bring me a pair of pants, hurry up."

"Pants?"

Gin was impatient and growled: "No matter what it is, as long as it can be covered!"

"Okay, I understand brother!"

Gin hung up the phone, cleaned out the contents of his trouser pockets, rolled them up, and prepared to send them to the technical department for incineration when he was free.

Bad day.

He put the cleaning sign at the door to make sure no one else would come in.

After a while, he heard hurried footsteps outside the bathroom.

Humph, vodka is still fast.

Only then did Gin's bad mood ease a little.

Vodka hurried in with the things Brother Gin needed, panting: "Brother, can you see if this works? This is the base for training, so we can only find this!"

Gin:......

Vodka spread out what he found, which was a rose pink towel with red love patterns of different sizes on it.

Gin:......

—The bullet is loaded.

Vodka seemed to feel something, and quickly explained: "Brother, calm down, this is not an emergency...Brother, surround yourself first! When you get in the car, no one will be able to see you!"

Gin looked at the unsightly towel, then at the vodka.

There is a way.

"You, take off your pants!"

Vodka: "Huh?"

...

.......

After a while, Gin came out of the bathroom wearing obviously ill-fitting pants.

Behind, Vodka wore the pink towel around his waist, took small steps, and followed behind Gin every three steps.

Both of them got into the car, and the Porsche 356A drove away in the dark night.