Conan's Organization No. 3

Xiaolan suddenly noticed that Puris Qinglan.

"Really yeah, the white emperor is also like this, is there a gray?"

The garden has also seen it.

"Miss Qinglan is a blue orchid, and there is a blue word in my name."

"You have a pronunciation of Japanese.

"Chinese should be the 'Qinglan', my surname is 'Pu Si', so it is 'Pu Si Qinglan'."

"The Chinese pronunciation and the same day is the same." Xiaolan is a bit surprised.

"Yeah, your surname Chinese reads 'Maori'."

"So I called Maori, so cute pronunciation."

I saw that Xiaolan smiled and scared, the white emperor could not help but flash a deep soft mortal color.

After discussing the Chinese, Xianghan Xiamei suddenly looked at Pu Si Qinglan Road.

"According to me, the age of Qinglan should be not much like me."

"Yes, twenty-seven years old."

"Sure enough, a few months old?"

"May, May 5."

"Eh?"

Xianghan Xiamei is very cute and open, which is very surprised,

"My May 3, only two days."

Wen said, Conan is not forbidden to smile out.

"So, you are only a day from me."

Xiaolan's body suddenly shock,

On May 4, this is the birthday of that person, it is absolutely true.

So Conan,

The girl couldn't help but turn nearly, and looked at the boy with a smile.

What coincide?

Is Conan?

Does Conner are really?

impossible!

Always paying attention to the white emperor of Xiaolan, how can it be noticed that Xiaolan's incredible gaze,

This day, I have arrived!

The teenager is just a calm sigh, turning to look outside the window, the gray is also leisurely, deep, and complicated.

...

Everything on the cruise is very calm. In addition to the afternoon, there are more necks in the neck of the cold.

"Maria?"

Pu Si Qinglan looked at the ring on the necklace, the pupil was slightly shrinkage.

"This should not be the ring of Nicola II, the third daughter of Maria?"

Hanchuan Dragon smiled,

"If you say it, that's it."

Immediately, Hanchuan Long took the necklace of the ring and retreated it on the neck.

"Where did you come from?"

Pur Si Qinglan has a little excited, but the cold Chuanlong did not answer, but immediately stood up from the seat and turned away.

And he was sitting in the position, there were still many drinks in the wine glass, which made people feel that he came here, as if just to show off his ring.

"Hey, Western Ye, your atomic pen is faster."

Suzuki Stephen noticed the atomic pen in the pocket of Miye, reminded a sentence.

"Hey? Thank you."