Ke Xuezhuo's son-in-law

Chapter 625 Xiao Ai is sick

A few days after attending the wedding, Conan came to the Fujiwara family to complain.

"Fujiwara, do you know the details about that girl?" Conan asked in a low voice, as if he was afraid of being heard by Mary next to him.

Fujiwara smiled slightly. He looked down at Conan, then picked up a plate full of snacks from the table next to him and handed it to him. "Oh, you mean Sera, what's wrong?" After speaking, he glanced at Conan from the corner of his eye. Mary at.

Mary was also a little moved when she heard Sera's name, so she silently paid attention to what was going on here and wanted to hear what was going on.

Conan took out a candy from the plate and held it in his hand. He said with some restraint, "It's not with me, but with Xiaolan. She has been harassing me since she saw me at the wedding that day, and she talks to Xiaolan every day. Lan, please tell me if 'your boyfriend' is very similar to this kid, and he also said it in front of Xiao Lan after school yesterday, whether Kudo Shinichi and Conan have never appeared at the same time."

Conan has every reason to believe that the girl named Shiliang must have discovered something, otherwise she would not be so lazy to pester him.

"Haha, is Sera harassing you?" After speaking, Fujiwara raised his glass and took a sip. "Didn't Xiaolan say last time that he saw you coming in the rain the night he came back from Yokosuka? Just let him answer no truthfully. Is it over?"

"Yes, I am a mystery as I am now. But this mystery involves too much." His voice was a bit confused, and at the same time he also revealed a trace of dissatisfaction with the current situation.

Fujiwara nodded, looked at him understandingly, then slowly stood up from his seat, handed the coat to Akemi for her to help iron, and then Fujiwara prepared to go upstairs. Conan followed, and the two went to the study room on the third floor to continue their conversation.

Before he finished speaking, Fujiwara responded almost as soon as Conan finished speaking: "I won't have time the day after tomorrow." His voice was clean and crisp, like a sharp knife cutting off clues, leaving no room for further questioning.

Conan was a little stunned. The corners of his mouth opened slightly, as if he wanted to continue asking, but Fujiwara's expression told him that there was no need to ask anymore.

"This is unlikely. If she is also a member of that organization, I think she is not just testing you. But you shouldn't worry too much, she probably doesn't have any ill intentions."

Fujiwara's hand quickly reached out and took the draft book away from Conan's sight.

Although Conan was confused, he didn't ask too much. His shoulders shrugged feebly, as if telling himself that it was better not to know some things. He changed the topic: "Are you free the day after tomorrow? I want to go find..."

Apparently, Conan took a keen interest in the sketchbook on Fujiwara's desk. His brows were raised slightly, which was his habitual expression when looking for clues. Small footsteps followed his curiosity as he approached the table step by step. His blue eyes stared at the draft book that might contain some secrets.

"It's not a new book, it's something else." Fujiwara's tone was playful, as if he was challenging Conan's curiosity, and at the same time there was an imperceptible smile in the corner of his eyes.

Fujiwara is not sure about Conan's problem. When Mari brought Sera to see Kudo Shinichi, she probably knew somewhere about Kudo Shinichi's shrinkage.

If you want to know this, you probably have to wait until Mary's memory recovers to know why.

"Is this a new book to be released?" Conan finally couldn't help but ask, his voice filled with childlike curiosity and investigative cunning.

Conan frowned, and his eyes moved away from the sculpture on the side and returned to Fujiwara's face. "Tell me, is it possible that Seriang is the same as that group of people?"

"Didn't we already agree that we are going to attend the dinner party to welcome the Queen of the Kingdom of Vespania?" Fujiwara added, with a hint of seriousness in his tone, as if to remind Conan not to forget the important agreement.

"Oh oh oh, I remembered it." Conan took out his phone and glanced at the notepad, pretending to be suddenly enlightened, and then his eyes lit up again, "What about the day after tomorrow?"

"No time..." "What about leaving Saturday next week?" Conan still refused to give up.

Fujiwara was silent. Logically speaking, as long as nothing happened, Fujiwara didn't want to leave this house for a moment. After a while, he replied, "I'm not free next Saturday either. I have a date."

This time it was Conan's turn to be silent. He thought about it for a long time with his eyes rolling, and planned to put this matter aside first and solidify the signs that he had never left with Xiaolan, so that the 'rumors' of that guy Seriang could be broken.

After Conan left, Fujiwara put down the manuscript and stood up. His movements were smooth and methodical, just like how he handled everything. Pull out a package of instant black coffee from the cabinet, tear open the package, and pour the powder into the cup lightly. The water in the kettle was already boiling and steaming. He gently poured the hot water into the cup. The water mixed with the coffee powder, exuding a rich aroma.

Holding the freshly brewed hot coffee in his hand, Fujiwara slowly walked up the familiar stairs to the second floor. Gently, he came to the door of Xiao Ai's room.

Knocked on the door, the voice was gentle and rhythmic.

"Xiao Ai, can you come in?"

There was a slight "come in" from the door, and Fujiwara turned the doorknob and pushed in. In the room, Xiao Ai was lying on the bed. When she saw Fujiwara, she quickly reached out to grab the mask on the bedside and put it on. Her eyes showed concern and warned: "Please don't come close to me, I'm afraid I will infect you."

Xiao Ai's voice was slightly muffled because of the mask.

Fujiwara raised the corners of his mouth and smiled. He didn't seem to mind Xiao Ai's worries.

"Don't worry, I'm not afraid." He said, easily pulling a chair beside the bed and sitting down, but still keeping an appropriate distance.

"I have never been sick in all these years, probably because my immune system is very strong," Fujiwara continued.

Xiao Ai's eyes stayed on Fujiwara's face for a while, as if assessing the authenticity of his words. Then, she sighed helplessly, leaned back, and lay deeper into the bed, leaving only half of her face hidden by the mask.

"It seems you won't give up easily," Xiao Ai frowned, "But what are you here for?"

You can't just bring her coffee, right?

Fujiwara smiled, put down the coffee cup in his hand, crossed his arms, and seemed to be thinking about where to start.

"I'm here to chat with you and see if you need any help." Fujiwara kept his voice as low as possible and looked directly at Xiao Ai, his eyes full of tenderness and sincerity, "Or is there anything you want to know? Yes, I can tell you everything."

Xiao Ai raised her eyebrows slightly, a little surprised at Fujiwara's initiative. She adjusted the pillows on the bed to make herself more comfortable. After thinking for a while, she slightly exposed her head from the quilt and said weakly:

"Actually, I... want to hear you talk about yourself. Is that okay?"

(End of this chapter)