Conan: My Old Sister Maurilan

Hang up the phone, continue to be busy with the things in hand, hack into the dark net of the Neon Metropolitan Police Department, and search for information about Chairman Anzai and Senator Shibazaki in the huge database.

The owner of the mahjong shop also put down his phone.

Withdrawing the hand that flipped the shutter, the large characters of Mori Detective Agency also disappeared from sight.

There is still constant noise outside the house, and there will be gamblers who spend all their money, make trouble, and come to borrow money, hoping to win it all back in the next round.

This in itself is a mistake.

Mahjong and poker, as long as interests are involved, there will be no fairness, and they will just be dumped continuously.

With a fake smile on his face, the boss opened the accounting book and handed out a pen.

And the person who borrowed the money was also very happy, and left with a lot of neon coins, and was dragged into the game again, squandering wantonly.

As for the things used as collateral, there are two photos, one is his wife, and the other is his eighteen or nine-year-old daughter.

In Neon, this is the most normal thing.

How can someone lose a little today, win a little tomorrow, and never lose money.

The manipulator is always the dealer.

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Concubine Yingli's house.

"Beeeeeeeeee~~"

Very comfortable, warm and thick hands were placed on the loose and sore shoulders, gently rubbing and pressing, promoting blood circulation and activating the acupuncture points.

Fei Yingli was wearing thin silk pajamas, and her purple rippling skirt fell on the bed, covering the part above the knees, while the ankles were covered by the quilt.

From the filial piety of the prince, the ankles are connected to the heart veins, so they cannot catch the cold.

"Mother, it's time to rest."

The flexible fingers are not only used to code words, but also can be used to massage the queen mother to relieve fatigue.

Gongsheng caressed his long wavy hair, which was as soft as flowing water, and his fingers slid through the middle, as comfortable as a fish.

Finally touched at the 'river bottom'.

The pajamas were loose at some point, and the white back of the neck and shoulders were exposed, as white as jade fat, without the slightest aging or wrinkle, so moist that people doubted their age.

"Enen~~good night~~little lover~~"

It was half whispering, half moaning, and the voice was soft to the extreme.

She turned her head towards Gongsheng, her charming and slender eyes were full of confusion.

Fei Yingli gently took the boy's hand without using any force, as if she just touched it.

Like boneless, as long as you let go, it will fall.

"Good night, my dear queen mother."

The little lover's nickname is only called out before going to bed.

Just like a cat, it will make a meow sound when it is comfortable, and it will be buried in your arms like a warm water polo, and it will be constantly touched by you.

Gongsheng lifted the quilt, covered his mother, and put the hands entrusted to him together in the quilt.

Finally bow down...

Like a dragonfly touching water, he pecked at the side face without the slightest wrinkle.

In the dim light, that side face gradually blushed, and then faded away. The fleeting beauty was also a dimension that other men longed for but could not achieve.

Finally, the bedside lamp was turned off, and the room was plunged into darkness.

The sound of even breathing came out, and he had already fallen asleep. He seemed very tired and had a relaxed rhythm.

Gongsheng exited his mother's bedroom and returned to the bedroom opposite.

At twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, only the public student's room in the entire apartment building was still lit, and there was a slight sound, the sound of typing on the keyboard.

Irish clubs, and Pisco, no, Kenzo Masuyama's car company.

Both will be the beneficiaries this time around.

But it won't be the only beneficiary.

Gongsheng is unwilling to get involved in the dark part, because he has to take into account his mother and sister, at least his family does not have as big a background as the Kudo family.

Consider the need to do more, but you can't stop there.

【Sir, I have already sent an invitation to that girl】

Message from Fusa Ekishita.

At this time, the American side should be ready for lunch.

The male student typed letters and replied to the message with the godmother on the other side of the ocean...

[I'm sorry, godmother, after coming here, I'll skip class and stay with godmother for a few days as compensation]

send out......