Conan: My Old Sister Maurilan

There is also oden in the pot that needs to be skewered with wide toothpicks, and various ingredients with different flavors are together with delicious bone soup.

"I just feel that the relationship between your siblings has crossed the line."

Yuanzi kindly reminded the boy in front of him.

"Yes, I did it on purpose."

There was an elusive smile on the corner of Gongsheng's mouth, which even made people feel dangerous.

"why?"

His teeth clenched his lips tightly, and his brows were slightly wrinkled.

Sitting on meaningless things, but until the end when many unrelated things are connected in series, the whole picture of the boy can be discovered.

Only this point, Yuanzi was eaten to death by the other party, and the news between the two was not equal.

"Because I'm afraid of losing."

With a smile on his face, the public student handed Yuanzi's breakfast to Yuanzi.

He took off his apron and began to serve the prepared breakfast on the table.

Yuanzi was the only person left in the kitchen.

"Afraid of losing, why, you have worked hard for so long, why are you still afraid of losing, who will you lose to?"

Looking at Gongsheng's busy back, he seemed to be in a hurry, everything was ready.

Will he be afraid?

After today, that person will take away Gongsheng's place in Mao Lilan's heart tomorrow, so he will prepare in advance.

Isn't the position of Gongsheng in Mao Lilan's heart the only younger brother?

Yuanzi picked up a toothpick and put the quail eggs into his mouth. Feeling the amazing taste buds bursting out of the small food soup, it instantly covered the tip of his tongue.

It does not weaken immediately after feeling the deliciousness, but it is like a thick soup of gentle time, and it has an incomparable aftertaste after swallowing it in the throat.

Unyielding cuisine, this is the whole picture.

"I feel like I'm going to lose."

The closer one second is to tomorrow, the more fearful Gongsheng will be, from the bottom of his heart.

Looking at Mao Lilan who came out humming a song, the other party had a pure expression on his face, without the slightest haze.

This kind of smile, if tomorrow does not belong to me

"Brother, what are you looking at?"

Smiling, she took the seat next to Suzuki Sonoko, Xiaolan picked up the spoon and scooped up the lean meat porridge specially arranged for her younger brother.

"Nothing, I was just thinking about something."

Gentle response.

Gongsheng tried his best to suppress the fear in his heart, and he didn't even dare to call the other party his sister.

That's right, even calling her 'sister' feels scary. It seems that she has begun to practice using other names in advance, and is also trying to use other identities to exist.

Get out of the basement.

Miyano Shiho looked up at the sun that he hadn't seen for a month, covered his eyes with his hands, and felt the pain of being burned just standing in the sun, and his fair skin also suffered short-term pain from the sun.

Seeing the car that had been prepared in advance, he quickly got in.

The man in the driver's seat is a low-level employee without a title, and besides that, there is a choking smell of smoke.

"lets go."

No complaining, no covering your nose.

Time is limited, every minute and every second of today belongs to the two sisters, Shiho is unwilling to spend more time on this trivial matter.

Sent out in a cold and weak tone from the mouth of the cold-faced beauty, it was as beautiful as a silver bell in the ear.

The members of the organization in the front row think that this is a fat job, and it can carry such a charming beauty. After a while, it seems that another beauty will also get on the bus.

"That, I am"

"Shut up, change someone if you can't drive."

When Sydney pressed the car window, the pungent second-hand smoke was absorbed twice. After being filtered from the lungs, it became an adaptable situation. When the window was opened and part of it drifted away, it would be considered normal air from a psychological point of view.

In fact, it is still a strong smell of second-hand smoke.

The car started, and a strong wind blew in through the gaps in the windows. The man in the front seat didn't dare to speak, because this was the person in charge of the neon branch, Gin Jiu, who cared the most for him.

Just a few words, and the fat difference may become a bullet.

There is only the sound of the wheels rolling in the car, and the surrounding scenery is just a glimpse. There are not many people going out on the morning of the rest day.

Smelling the aroma of breakfast sold by the roadside, Shiho suppressed his appetite.

I didn't eat breakfast, and I'm still hungry now, plus the habit of staying up late, the current state is very uncomfortable, resisting the sun, and resisting the outside world that I dream of.

The car stopped slowly. Under an apartment building, it was not a very gorgeous apartment building, and the monthly rent was tens of thousands of neon coins.