People In Conan: Started Becoming A Demonic Guardian

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locals have not seen much of the Chinese stuff.

Conan didn't look surprised, and I don't know if he also learned the history and culture of China at Hawaii Technical School.

Following the footsteps of the waiter, the group came directly to the private room on the second floor.

What caught the eye is the circular arch which I made to connect the garden with the replica.

There is a screen at the door, and there is a room behind it, and there is a table in the room, and the material is also excellent.

Fujiwara skillfully pulled out the chair for Ashbara and waited for her to sit down.

Conan did the same, pulling out a seat for Maoriran.

Mao Lilan smiled and said thank you, and then sat down a little nervously.

She heard that there are many rules in Huaguo, but she doesn't know if it's true.

"Don't be nervous, it's just a meal, nothing else."

Fujiwara Yusheng saw the composure of Maoriran's strong pretense, and he didn't know why she was because a girl who had even seen that kind of scene at the Cup House shouldn't have this kind of reaction.

Fujiwara Yusheng opened the menu, Maoliran looked at the dazzling menu, ordered a few people he knew, had eaten before, and then passed the menu to Fujiwara Yusheng.

In the end, several people all ordered a few dishes.

This meal was unusually rich, and Fujiwara ordered a lot of Chinese specialties for the rest of his life.

Gray Yuan Wai also ignored the image of a lady and ate a few bowls of rice.

For the rest of his life, Fujiwara ate more than half of the dishes on the table like the autumn wind sweeping away the leaves.

People with high strength also have high consumption, and they are not cultivating immortals, so they can't open up the valley.

Fujiwara burped for the rest of his life, and then called the waiter.

Naturally, he won't pay for it.

Mao Lilan just wanted to take out his wallet to pay, but Fujiwara refused directly.

"What does it cost me to eat in my own restaurant, this meal is free."

What the waiter was holding in his hand was just a record of what was ordered.

Then report to the general affairs that the president has come here to invite friends to dinner, and some accounts will be deducted from the ledger.

The Fujiwara Consortium has cracked down on private fake accounts and all kinds of things that abuse power for personal gain, and there are also people who engage in it in private, but once it is found.

Those who were punished have not appeared until now....

"Well, I owe you a favor again."

Mao Lilan glanced at the bill, it was also a lot of expenses, if this was paid, she would probably not be able to go out with Kudo Shinichi for half a month.

"If you don't have any favors, you can just hand over Kudo to me." Fujiwara smiled at Conan and pretended to be bad.

"No way!" Mao Lilan protected Conan behind him, "If that's the case..."

, "Okay, he teased you, Fujiwara-kun is nothing bad, and I don't lack one, don't worry." Conan comforted Maorilan.

Although he does have some kind of PY deal with Fujiwara for the rest of his life, however, Mao Lilan has become a little sensitive recently, and it is better not to mention this kind of thing.

It's enough to know the identity, the deep things, he doesn't want Mao Lilan to know, for example, that he wants to join Fujiwara's camp for the rest of his life.

That's right, Fujiwara officially gave Conan ultimatum that day.

Conan, of course, had no reason to refuse.

After eating, Fujiwara Yusei and Ashbara went to the back garden to enjoy the flowers.

Maori Lan went home with Conan, and if he didn't come home so late, Maori Kogoro's phone was blown up.

In the past, Mori Kogoro was probably still drunk in the living room, but recently, Mori Kogoro has suddenly become very careful and responsible in his daily life.

He began to try to cook, although it didn't taste very good.

Maori Lan is still very pleased, Maori Kogoro has not cooked for so many years, his cooking skills are still there, and his knife skills are okay, but the seasoning is a little worse.

Now, when she goes home, she doesn't have to hear Maori Kogoro shouting often, "Xiaolan, I'm hungry, go cook!" Conan

also began to change his opinion of this old father-in-law, and he himself had to have a good relationship with Mori Kogoro, otherwise, Mori Ran would be worried.

...

In the garden.

The faint fragrance of the lush sea of flowers is no less than the scent you felt at the Kawazu cherry blossoms.

The aroma is fragrant and refreshing, and only a slight breath feels like the mind has been washed.

With a flick of his hand, he took down a daffodil.

"It's okay to hug the red clouds, I don't know that there is a spring wave in the world. Where the heart washes the fragrance and leaves a shadow, the petite Xiaoice muscle jade shuttles. Fujiwara looked at the flowers in Ashbara's hand and chanted a poem with feelings.

Daffodil, also known as Lingbo fairy, Luoshen Xiangfei, Huaguo daffodil, is a variant of multi-flowered daffodil, one of the top ten famous flowers in China.

"Such a beautiful poem, did you write it for Yu Shengjun?"

"It's not, we have more poems in China."

"Our Huaguo?" Gray Plains stared suspiciously at Fujiwara for the rest of his life.

"I grew up in China." Fujiwara Yusheng raised his eyebrows and added, "Say it's used to it." Simply

fooling the past Gray Plains Mourning, finally pulled her eyes back to the flowers.

However, flowers are not human beings after all, and no matter how beautiful they are, they will be eclipsed by people.

Missing to sleep with each other's hugs, Fujiwara Yusheng and Gray Plains mourned for a while before coming out of the garden.

They're going back to sleep.

When I was at the door, I ran into an unexpected person.

The man greeted him, and then smiled and said hello to Fujiwara Yusheng.

"Hi, hello, I didn't expect such a fate."

The young man was in high spirits, and it was evident that something pleased him was in a good mood.

"It's you!" Fujiwara Yusheng was surprised.

Isn't this the guy who took the picture of them at the time?

He had a video camera in his hand.

"Are you a self-media person or a painter?"

Fujiwara was a little curious, how the other party took things differently every time.

"Count it as both." The young man paused, then replied.

"By the way, have you seen the garden of the Shenghua Hotel? How does it feel? "

The Shenghua Hotel is the name of the hotel, and it was here that Fujiwara stayed when he participated in the first event in Dorobegal Park.

"It feels pretty good, what, you're going to shoot that?" Fujiwara has a good impression of this person for the rest of his life, and if the other party wants to shoot some good works to get ahead, he doesn't mind helping the other party.

"Yes, I finally came once, I've been traveling all over the world, but I didn't expect that there was a strange flower garden in my hometown I didn't know yet."

The flower garden doesn't count... It's just that the layout is indeed rare, and this hotel opened two years ago, and the young man was still floating outside two years ago, and he didn't know about this stubble at all, and he only came back recently.

"If you need it, my words will be considered a thank you gift for the day."

As soon as Fujiwara said this, the young man immediately understood that after traveling around the world for so long, he had met many hidden bosses, and many people liked to pretend to be low-key.