Conan: My Old Sister Maurilan

Gongsheng can feel that Haibara Ai also has her own selfish desires, such as Miyano Shiho who is not willing to save the world at all.

Because the two 'Miyano Shiho' are destined to share Miyano Akemi's concerns, and instead of having one more unexplainable existence, everyone will choose to kill themselves.

Haibara Ai's actions will push Miyano Shiho into the abyss step by step.

"Miyano Shiho..."

In his mind, Gongsheng thought of the tea-haired beauty he met at the Fushahui press conference last time. She was so handsome, witty, and full of sensibility and rationality.

He also took away the bag that Kinoshita's godmother specially prepared for Mao Lilan.

Thinking of seeing the other party's tender appearance lying on the hospital bed at last, she deliberately ignored her and turned her head away.

"Meow meow~~"

Stretch out the cat's paw and scratch it gently.

Gulu found that the gentleman in front of him was motionless, and he didn't know whether he was asleep or dead.

Arch the cat's back, then jump with all its might.

Jumped from the floor to the sofa, and then squeezed into the male's arms, the male master's hands were still on the electronic equipment that made the cat uncomfortable.

Lying in this familiar position, at the heels of Gongsheng's legs, in the comfort zone where the triangle intersects, there is still a little warmth.

"Meow meow~~"

Looking at the male master with round cat pupils, seeing the other party seems to be having a very beautiful dream.

Lower the cat's head and get down on the ground.

Gollum was also very tired, because it was hard to lose a master, and a master he liked very much.

Now, lying in the arms of the male master, I can sleep.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, one person and one cat fell asleep.

……

"Crack----!"

The door of the concubine's house opened.

Fei Yingli, who skipped work early at five o'clock every day, hung the bag on the hanger in front of the door, and then took out the slippers from the shoe cabinet.

Only one pair of ladies slippers.

Finding that the slippers belonging to Gongsheng were missing, Fei Yingli smiled.

The TV is still broadcasting the news.

It's not as good as in the living room, where the back of the son's head can be seen at the first sight. The other party didn't respond to outsiders, and seemed to be motionless there.

"are you asleep?"

A tentative question.

Fei Yingli stepped lightly and walked to the front of Gongsheng, only then did she clearly see the boy with his eyes closed, and he was also sitting on the sofa, his whole body sluggish and paralyzed with no strength.

In his arms, Gulu raised his head, but he didn't make any noise, and continued to lie in Gongsheng's arms, unwilling to leave.

"I haven't seen you stick to me so much at home."

A little angry.

Fei Yingli took good care of the cat, but the cat seemed to be closer to her son.

He intentionally complained softly, but the upward curve of the corner of his mouth also showed that he was in a good mood.

There is nothing more joyful than coming home and seeing your son.

Reaching behind his back, he took off the hairpin that bound his hair, and all the hair that was originally coiled up fell down and scattered behind his head.

For the convenience of work, that's why I put up my beautiful hair.

Wearing the work attire of the procuratorate, the black rigorous clothes and the short skirt covering the hips, the whole body gives people an extremely capable and tough feeling.

Slowly sat on the sofa, next to Gongsheng.

A pair of fair and beautiful long legs, without the slightest wrinkle due to aging skin, and without the gunshot wound that should have been on the leg.

"Well, Mom, you're back...you seem to have overslept, I'm going to cook now."

Feeling the movement around him, Gongsheng woke up from a light sleep, and when he opened his eyes, he could see Fei Yingli beside him.

This time, she didn't jokingly address her as the queen mother.

really tired.

Get up and go to the kitchen to prepare dinner.

"It's okay, I just came back, don't rush to cook, just rest for a while."

Reach out and hold down the child who is about to get up.

Not wanting to wake him up, Fei Yingli just wanted to be very close, watching the child's sleeping appearance, watching his cheeks look like peach blossoms in early spring, with apricot red in the thin powder, not yet in bud.

Opening my eyes at this moment, there is still the confusion that has not yet woken up, and the deep tiredness.