I'm in Mihua, and all the ladies like me.

"I, Hongxing, am cheating~"

!!!

Ignoring the little fan girl who had completely fallen into a pupil earthquake, Yukiko touched Serabel affectionately with her elbow.

"Right, Bell?"?

Chapter 200: Angry Sister Bei

After passing the guest identity verification and entering the banquet hall, the atmosphere inside became even more lively.

As mentioned before, although the declared reason was to hold a memorial service, it was completely different from a serious condolence scene.

Men and women in formal attire can be seen everywhere in the banquet hall. They all have oily hair and pink face, and they are elegant and elegant, holding a glass of red wine, and they look like successful people in society.

Yukiko looked around for a moment and couldn't help but raise her slender eyebrows.

"Yeah, yeah, there are quite a few celebrities coming to the banquet tonight~"

"Oh?"

Serabel responded casually.

In fact, he was not interested in these so-called big shots at all. Instead of trying to find out which company president this was and which manufacturing boss he was, it would be better to spend his time looking for Belmode.

After all, everyone who came to this memorial service had to enter with their real names. No matter how skilled Belmode was in makeup, he could not come in pretending to be someone other than himself.

However, Yukiko actually took his arm and introduced them one by one.

"Did you see that the woman with short hair and glasses over there is the popular female writer Nanjo Miko who won the Naoki Award...and the middle-aged man with a bald beard further away is Yasuo Sanbei, the investment owner of the professional baseball league...and that one Men with long hair are the latest emerging musicians..."

Yukiko talked a little bit, and suddenly she seemed to see some big shot, and she let out an unexpected ooh.

"I didn't expect that even the giants of Japan's financial industry would come."

"Which one?"

Serabel looked in the direction she pointed.

I saw that in the center of the banquet hall not far away, several entrepreneurs with big shoulders and round waists, who looked like big bosses in expensive suits, were talking around an elderly entrepreneur who seemed to have a kind-hearted face, and all of them looked respectful and attentive. look like.

"That old man is the boss of Mitsubishi Motors, Kenzo Masayama." Yukiko said.

Sera Bell complained casually: "You said the financial giant, I thought it was Katahara Midō, the president of the Bank of Japan..."

"You have to go to Quanwang World."

Yukiko caught the joke without any pressure.

She continued to move her eyes, and when she turned around and returned to the door of the banquet hall where she came in, she saw a middle-aged man who looked like an official and was quite thin, surrounded by several other reporters, who seemed to be asking something sharp. question.

You can see that even in a hotel with central air-conditioning service, the other person still takes out a handkerchief from his pocket to wipe the sweat on his forehead from time to time.

"That person I remember is..."

Yukiko frowned and recalled it seriously, then suddenly relaxed.

"Oh, I remembered. That person has appeared in the news recently. It seems that he is some kind of congressman who was recently exposed as being suspected of taking bribes. He seems to be called...that..."

She's stuck again.

Fortunately, someone stepped in from behind at the critical moment.

"Kankou Zhongyan."

"Oh, yes, swallow your words! Uh..."

Before Yukiko had time to be happy, she suddenly felt something was wrong.

Why is that voice that reminded me just now so familiar?

For a moment, a weak electric current seemed to flow through her mind, and Yukiko suddenly looked back.

The next moment, a gleam of blond hair that was as dazzling as the sun shining on the sea from the sky of Portofino came into view, and below was a face as beautiful as a witch who charmed all living beings, and a perfection that even an Arab robe could not hide. figure.

It is none other than the popular female star in the European and American film circles today, Chrissy Wynyard.

Or you can also call it——

"...Sharon!"

When she recognized the identity of the person, Yukiko couldn't help but cheered, and went up to give the blonde witch a big hug.

"We meet again, Yukiko."

Although he once stood on the enemy's side, there was no essential conflict between the two sides, so Belmode accepted the greeting from his fellow junior sister without hesitation, but he did not forget to remind him.

"But remember to call me Chrissy here."

"Well, let's call her Sharon-chan." A bright light bulb appeared above Yukiko's head.

Adding a small number before the name of a celebrity is used to call his direct descendants. This is a popular name in Europe and the United States.

For example, the son of Martin Madrazo, a gang leader in Los Santos, is generally called Little Madrazo.

"But 'little' is usually added to the surname, not the first name." Belmode smiled helplessly.

"It doesn't matter, this is Yukiko's original name!"

The older girl waved her hand proudly, not intending to be bound by red tape.

The two women chatted for a few words, and then Belmod turned his attention to Serabel, who had been silent next to the former.

"Meet again."

"Yeah, we meet again."

Serabel's attitude was not as relaxed as Yukiko's, and he still maintained more than [-]% vigilance towards Belmode.

"So who is your target this time?"

"……Target?"

As if he heard something funny, Belmod pursed his lips that were as red as blood.

"Why, do you think I must have some other ulterior purpose no matter where I appear? Don't forget that my main job is an actor. It's normal to be invited to such an occasion. It's nothing more than It’s just a normal social event.”

"Besides, I made a special announcement on social platforms to participate in this memorial service. If there is really any secret operation, shouldn't it be carried out in a covert manner?"

After saying that, she raised her eyebrows at the boy provocatively.

Sera Bell did not accept her trick: "The announcement was made so that you could appear in Tokyo more openly. In contrast, if you secretly go to Tokyo and are discovered, you will definitely be followed by paparazzi given your fan base. Maybe something will be discovered...and if I remember correctly, someone just used this trick to cause trouble in New York a few months ago."

"Each each other."

Belmode responded with a smile.

She paused, suppressed her smile slightly, and shrugged.

"But it's a pity that this time I just came to attend the memorial service. I don't have any special mission as you imagined."

"...Swallow your mouth."

Serabel suddenly mentioned this name.

"Your target this time is this person, right? After all, how can a female star in the European and American film industry know so clearly about a member of the Japanese government under normal circumstances?"

"This is a secret."

Belmode did not answer the question directly, but smiled mysteriously, put his index finger in front of his lips to make a silencing gesture, and winked.

"A secret makes a woman woman. (A woman is beautiful because of her secret)"

Serabel went back without thinking: "A big dick makes a man man. (A man is handsome because of his big dick)"

It’s right, it’s a bet.

Hearing that his motto had been tampered with, Belmod's face froze for a moment, but it quickly melted away. He smiled again and said nothing, turned around and left gracefully.

Yukiko was very good at English and also understood this sentence. She couldn't help but blush and spat in a low voice.

"Vulgar language..."

At this moment, the surprised and familiar voice of a certain Shinigami primary school student sounded from behind the two of them.

"Ah? Mom, why are you here, and Sera, you too..."?

Chapter 201 I’ll be your mother’s best friend

Hearing the voice coming from behind, Serabel once thought she was hallucinating.

But when Xun Sheng lowered his head and looked down, he realized, okay, I heard it right.

The visual effect is only as tall as a truck tire, with body proportions like a big-headed doll, and iconic large-framed glasses...it is indeed Xiao Ke himself.

Glancing at her arm, which had been loosened just now because Yukiko went to hug Belmod, Serabel felt a little relieved and decided to file a complaint first.

"What a coincidence, so why are you here?"

"I still want to ask..."

Conan retorted subconsciously.

"So why are you here?"

"us……"

Serabel and Yukiko looked at each other.

Yukiko nodded slightly, then turned around and smiled at her son.

"Of course it's because of my mother that I also received the invitation, but it was boring to come alone, so I invited Bell too, who just happened to be my male companion."

"Boymate?"

Conan looked surprised for a moment, stared at Serabel twice, then turned to Yukiko, and then back to Serabel.

The young butler spread his hands and said, "See what use I have, why don't I replace you as a male companion? But you don't look like a male companion at all now~"

After thinking for a moment, Serabel added.

"Like a flower girl."

You are the flower girl...

Conan was choked by this description.

Fortunately, he remembered in time that he was not here to argue with this guy, but because of more important things.

So Conan pulled Serabel and Yukiko to a secluded corner, motioned them to lean closer, and lowered his voice.

"Listen, the situation is urgent now. Just now after school, Genta and I saw Gin's car on the way back to Uncle Maori's office. I took advantage of their car to stop and no one on the roadside was around to go up and put a listening device on it. , I learned that someone from the black organization sneaked into this memorial service tonight..."

"I know."

Serabel nodded.

Conan's voice stopped suddenly and his eyes were surprised.

"You...you know?"

"Mom knows too~"

Yukiko raised her hand obediently.

There was no way they didn't know. They had just met with Belmod less than a minute ago, so in terms of people from the black organization, there was indeed... at least one at the scene.

Serabel added: "And we also know that the target of their attack this time is probably a certain congressman suspected of corruption and bribery. His name seems to be...Tengkou Zhongyan?"

"it's him!"

After confirming the useful information, Conan looked happy at first, but then became a little confused.

He looked at Serabel suspiciously, then at his mother Yukiko.

"But how did you know..."

Serabel imitated Belmode and made a silent gesture: "Don't ask, the question is A secret makes a man woman, do you know what it means?"

You said, who knows this? Are you trying to make people become sissies by pretending to be mysterious?

Conan muttered in his mind with a confused look on his face.

Serabel patted him on the shoulder: "The translation is, if a man is obsessed with trivial matters every day, his estrogen will be secreted violently, and then the side will become short and concave and become a woman."