Conan: I really just want to fall in love with Haibara Ai

"Explain what?"

Belmode put his leg on again.

"It's just... How to say it... That's it. Otoi Hiroshi said.

"Hmm... I slept because I was so sleepy. She rubbed her sleepy eyes.

"Is that the reason?" Otoi Hiroshi took her leg down again, "I remember that I obviously locked the door behind my back."

"Oh, I pried the door lock open with a wire." She simply moved closer to Otoihiro.

"I'm angry." Otoi Hiroshi said coldly.

But Belmode seemed completely unconcerned about his feelings, and again approached and buried his head in his chest.

Otoihiro's arm gently wrapped around her waist.

Belmod closed his eyes with a smile.

The next moment, Otoi Hiroshi suddenly pressed her under him.

"Why would a thousand-faced witch be interested in me as a little person?" His tone was flat and his eyes were indifferent.

Belmod did not panic in the slightest, but bit his lip and said: "Who knows." Or guess it.

"Then don't blame me for being unkind."

"What are you going to do?" Belmod wondered.

I saw Otoi Hiroshi retreat from her body, his fingertips sliding down her tender thighs.

Then he grabbed her slender ankle sharply.

Belmode's heart suddenly panicked, and his arm quietly reached under the pillow.

"Are you looking for this?"

Otoi Hiroshi shook the lady's pocket pistol in his hand, and then casually threw it to the ground.

Then, under Belmode's panicked look, he pulled her long legs and dragged them hard onto his thighs.

"Actually, I just want an explanation." He looked at Belmode.

Belmode's cheeks were slightly red, and he didn't mean to say anything.

Otoi Hiroshi sighed and stretched out his fingers to gently slide over Belmode's tender arch.

Belmode's body trembled, and he gasped slightly.

But there was still no compromise.

His fingers continued to exert force.

I saw Belmode forced a smile, and couldn't help but kick his little feet.

The strong stimulation made her tense her body, and her jade-like toes stretched out straight one by one.

"Hahahahaha..." Belmod finally stopped in Bengbu.

The soft waist trembled up and down like a water snake.

"Hahahaha... Enough, enough, don't get it anymore! Her trembling voice kept begging for mercy.

But Otoi Hiroshi had emotion, and his hand did not stop.

Until Belmod collapsed weakly on the bed, sweating drench...

Otoi Hiroshi did not continue, but sat down in a chair and lit a cigarette.

The room fell silent, and only the occasional blushing gasp of Belmod could be heard.

It wasn't until Otoi Hiroshi lit a third cigarette that she sat up from the bed.

Slightly straightened the messy nightdress, sat on the edge of the bed and set up his legs, his white legs were still faintly crimson.

Light a cigarette, take a deep breath, and then white smoke pits out from her delicate lips.

"Luck, do you really not remember me?"

She looked out the window, her eyes as clear as the autumn sky full of exhaustion.

"What?" Otoi Hiroshi was stunned for a moment, her voice was too low.

"Nothing."

She shook her head, didn't mean to say any more, extinguished the cigarette butt, turned around and lay down on the bed again and closed her eyes.

"Inexplicable woman." Otoi Hiroshi shook his head and also lay down on the bed.

He was attached to the side of the bed, leaving a distance of about 20 centimeters between him and Belmode's body.

Belmod opened his eyes again and looked at his lying back, his eyes mixed with memories, tenderness, and affection.

"Good night, Bad boy." Her lips moved slightly, but she didn't make a sound.

The next day, Vodka looked at his watch and it was almost trading time.

Lack has not yet shown up.

His Ferrari was parked just outside, indicating that there was no going back.

Simply come directly to the room to find him.

"Lark, it's time for a mission." Vodka pushed open the door.

As soon as I pushed the door open, I saw a messy bed.

Hiroshi Otoi is sleeping.

Belmod is sleeping with Hiroshi Otoi in his arms.

"Sorry, spared..." muttered Vodka, carefully closing the door.

However, when he opened the door, he had already woken up Hiroshi Otoi.

It wasn't until after he went out that Otoi Hiroshi opened his eyes.

"Fortunately, it's vodka, I'm afraid the gin wine will already eat the bullet." He looked at Belmode beside him speechlessly.

"Hey, it's time to get up." Otoi Hiroshi exclaimed casually.

Belmode let out a dispensable "um" and made no movement.

Forget it, don't bother to care about him.

Look at the time, you have to hurry to the Cup Hotel.

Li Suo cleaned himself up.

He pulled up the quilt that had been kicked under her feet and covered the perfect figure.

Just went out, thought about it and locked the door again.

I don't know what lock she used to pick it, in short, the lock is not broken.

It's really good, and it saves the organization a lot of money.

Today only he traveled with vodka, and he never saw the figure of Gin Jiu, and he didn't know what to do.

Simply drive his Porsche 356A directly to the Cup Hotel.

The agreed trading room is in room 407 on the fourth floor.

Gently knock three times on the door.

The door opened, and a lewd-looking, diminutive old man poked his head out.

He first looked around to make sure there were no outsiders, and then hurriedly welcomed Otoi Hiroshi and vodka in.

The curtains in the room were tightened, and the lights were only turned on the not very bright mood lights.

The space is small and dark, and it is quite suitable for trading scenes.

"Mr. President Fukuyama, is the money ready?" Vodka pulled out the pistol from his inner pocket.

"Of course, the money is here, you really won't tell me about it." Old man Fukuyama took out a large suitcase and placed it on the table.

Seeing that the vodka gave him a look, Hiroshi Otoi stepped forward and opened the box directly.

The neat yen lies in the box, and according to the quantity, it is enough to say 300 million yuan of ginjiu.

"That's right, you see I did what you said, me, my stuff?" Old Man Fukuyama hurriedly asked.

"Hmph, of course we can talk." Otoi Hiroshi pulled out a USB flash drive from his pocket.

"Give it to me, give me the USB stick!" Old man Fukuyama was a little anxious, looking at Otoi Hiroshi while looking at vodka.

"You're not trying to play any tricks, are you?" Otoi Hiroshi pinched the USB flash drive and played with it in his hand, not letting him get it so smoothly.

"No, absolutely not."

"Then," Otoi Hiroshi casually tossed the USB flash drive to him, "Here you go." I

saw that the old man Fukuyama received the U disk excitedly, looked at it for a long time, and after making sure that there was no problem, his face suddenly turned dark.

"If you dare to threaten me, haven't you investigated what the old man did before..."

He raised his hand, looking fearless.

Otoi ignored him and closed the box with the cash with a smile, he had already checked it, and there was no problem with the quantity and authenticity.

There is no such cliché of padding underneath with a bunch of padding.

Then calmly took out his pistol, loaded it, and pointed it at President Fukuyama.

"You're talking too much nonsense."