Conan: My Old Sister Maurilan

"Well, of course you can, but let's say it first, don't spend money on me this time, okay, brother?"

I don't know, but Xiaolan has a feeling.

The public student is definitely doing something important right now, so he is still busy at this point.

Could it be the Yuanzi family's business...

So Xiaolan was unwilling to ask questions, fearing that because of her own reasons, there would be rejection between her younger brother and Yuanzi.

Just like Xinyi and Gongsheng, as well as Xinyi and Yuanzi, that kind of repulsion.

Listening to the keystrokes on the other end of the phone...

Different from Shinichi's fetters, Lan always felt that the other party would leave her life every time she saw the other party leave a sentence of "I will handle the case".

As for the relationship with her younger brother, as long as she hears the sound of the other party typing on the keyboard or turning the pages of the book, Xiaolan will feel at ease and like to hear this sound very much.

Even if it is noisy, it will make you not worry.

"Okay, but sister, can you promise me that this time, don't bring other people with you, just us siblings, okay?"

The sound of typing on the keyboard disappeared.

Listening to my younger brother's voice in the middle of the night, I feel inexplicably lonely and dependent.

Maybe it was really my mistake...

Xiaolan blamed herself again.

Because it is a single-parent family, it is obvious that as a sister, I should care more about the public student who is one year younger.

But he always let his younger brother think for himself.

Also, maybe Shinichi shouldn't be allowed to meet Kosei...

I would be afraid that my father would find other women to form a family, so I indulged my father to bury him in the mahjong table every night.

I would be afraid that my mother would find other men to form a family, so I would desperately try to get my parents to remarry.

So, is the public student also afraid...

Fear of the most dependent elder sister, being with others, fear that she will no longer care about him?

Xiaolan lowered her head, her hair from the back was hanging in front of her.

I'm only 17 years old, why do I always look like I'm about to get married?

Gongsheng is only 16 years old (?), maybe when he was relying on himself, but because of inexplicable emotions, he began to hope that he would forcefully accept the feelings between himself and Shinichi.

They are obviously young, not yet 20 years old.

Stretching out her hand, Xiaolan covered her forehead.

"Well, it's just our siblings who will go together, and we won't call anyone else."

That's right, they are all underage, but why are they always thinking about which man to marry.

"It's late, good night, Mr. Gong, go to bed early."

Really tired and dizzy.

Xiaolan buried herself in the quilt, feeling the warm cup wrapping herself.

Except for the voice of my brother on the other end of the phone, there was no other sound.

"Well, sister, Ann."

The last sentence 'An', Gongsheng is spoken in Zhongzhou dialect, which is a special character.

The meaning behind it cannot be said directly.

But Mao Lilan would never understand it, and would simply understand it as the meaning of "good night".

"Well, Ann."

After finishing the last sentence, the phone hung up.

Only the word "An" from my sister kept echoing in Gongsheng's mind.

Even to the point of trembling fingers.

Putting down his phone, Gongsheng took a deep breath and looked at the legal documents in front of him.

The hands are faster than before, typing on the keyboard, and the characters appear on the computer like crazy.

"Tch, you say I won't buy it if I don't buy it, and I can still draw a lottery!"

The title of the file that Gongsheng is working on at the moment...

Supplementary to Fusahui's industry analysis of the Asian market sector, regional and local policy subsidies, foreign business benefits, and legal terms.

Indeed, Fushahui Group does only make handbags for ladies.

But it doesn't mean that Kinoshita has never made men's backpacks.

A dialogue window pops up with a ginkgo leaf icon on it.

[Little gentleman, the plane is a week later, what gift do you want, is it still the backpack from before?]