Conan’s Toast Does Not Eat Fine Wine

The last sentence of the gin is inexplicable.

But the man obviously didn't intend to say more, he quickly got into the vodka car and quickly left the dirty alley.

There was a burst of dust mixed with strange smells from Porsche's tires, and he choked Xinfan and sneezed three times.

Sila asked concerned: "Are you okay?"

"No." Xinfan shook his head, "So why did Gin choose this place to meet? And it's obvious that you can drive in here, why did you tell me that I can only walk?"

Sila said with a guilty conscience: "You should ask vodka about this question. I also judged by looking at the map he drew."

"..." Xin Fanfu decided to leave this place immediately, leaving someone assimilated by vodka.

Seeing Mezcal left him and walked out of the alley, Sila hurriedly followed: "Speaking of which, I have a question that I always wanted to ask you, but I don't know if it is appropriate."

"Don't ask if it doesn't fit."

"Then I'll ask." Silas ignored Xinfan's perfunctory, and walked a few steps quickly, walking to his side, "Is the gin the same as us?"

Xinfan paused, then glanced back at him, did not answer directly, but asked rhetorically: "Which aspect do you mean?"

"That's... the nature of work, besides organizing, does Gin also work for other organizations?"

So, Shiraz suspects that gin is also an undercover agent?

Thinking of his frequent exchanges with Gin during this period, coupled with their unspeakable meeting, it seems a bit of infernal feelings.

Xinfan pretended to be unpredictable and replied: "To some extent, your guess is correct. But the facts are not what you think."

Sila was dumbfounded.

He knew every word Mezcal said, but why didn't he understand it at all when they were connected together?

He had to shook his head and gave up the plan to delve into Mezcal's semantics: "Vodka just gave me a document, saying that it was the information he collected during this period of time with Gin, and let me give it to you."

Xinfan took it: "Why is it a paper version? Where can I put this kind of thing after reading it?"

Neither an apartment nor a music classroom seems to be a good place to store these things. What does gin mean? Embarrassing him deliberately?

He opened the file casually and glanced at it twice, making it even more painful.

You can't finish this stuff for a while, but it's all very important. Can't gin be saved as an electronic version like him? ?

Xinfan had to put the folder under his elbow first, and then look for a place after he went back. If it didn't work, he stayed up late to read it, and then burned it.

They had walked out of the alley while they were talking.

After returning to the sun and the city, Xinfan felt that his mood had become much clearer.

Although there is some distance from Lufeng Music Classroom, it is not very far, you can walk back.

As for Syrah--

"Look, is that person very similar to the recently super hot Nobuhiro Asano?"

Just as Xinfan was thinking about what task to assign Shiraz, he suddenly heard the conversation of the girl next to him.

Xinfan kept walking, but his attention inevitably shifted to them.

"It really seems to be me, isn't it?"

"It's possible. After all, you have been walking along this road. After two intersections, you will be Lu Feng's music classroom! I just checked in from there."

Sila approached Xinfan with an unnatural expression: "I don't know if it is my illusion. I always feel that everyone around me is peeking at us."

Xinfan sighed helplessly: "You feel right, but you are not looking at us, but to be precise, you are peeking at me."

Sila suddenly said with contempt: "I didn't expect you to be so narcissistic!"

"..."

Is this his narcissism?

The girls almost stopped him from committing a nympho, he wanted to pretend not to hear!

So, why is Asano Nobuhiro, who has always been unknown, suddenly become like Kudo Shinichi, everyone knows?

Faith is puzzling.

At this moment, a familiar figure walked towards him with a dazzling blond hair.

Xinfan's first reaction was to stand farther away from Shiraz, pretending to not know each other.

However, Han Shiraz still didn't mean to get Mezcal this time, and he drew closer, confused: "What's the matter? Is there someone you know around here?"

"It's a coincidence, Mr. Asano." Ling Gu had already walked to Shinhana, he raised a bright smile and greeted him with a smile.

Xinfan wanted to pretend not to see it, but obviously he had missed the best time, so he had to bite the bullet and said, "Did you just come out of the music classroom?"

"Yes, the student temporarily changed the course to a tutor, and I'm about to go to her home."

Nobuhira keenly heard the point: "She? I remember Mrs. Yamada used an Hermes leather bag before and asked Enomoto to transfer all the classes of your female students to Mr. Inmoto."

This incident also caused extreme dissatisfaction with Aimoto Qiujiang.

The corners of Noriya's mouth twitched, and he almost gritted his teeth and said, "Ah, yes, so I am going to go to Mrs. Yamada's tutoring class."

The air froze for a moment.

Xin Fan stared closely at Jiang Gu Ling's eyes, holding back a smile very hard.

His shoulders trembled slightly because of this "effort", and the smile in his eyes couldn't be covered.

Seeing this, Yutani said helplessly: "Laugh as you want. I was already laughed at by Miss Enomoto in the music classroom just now."

"Hahahaha—" Xinfan broke his power in an instant, holding on to the telephone pole next to him and laughing nonstop.

It's so interesting, Mrs. Yamada has so many tricks to tease the man, but the "weak, pitiful and helpless" Amuro Tou can't fight at all.

Although Sila was named as the bodyguard of Lu Feng's music classroom, he had been absent for a long time and couldn't understand why Mezcal was smiling so happily.

So I can only show my doubts~www.readwn.com~ Jiang Guling noticed him and asked politely: "Hello, I am Tou Amuro, the guitar teacher of Lu Feng's music classroom, may I ask you?"

"Hello." Sila shook his hand very smoothly, not noticing Shinshige's frantic wink that stopped the laughter, "I am the bodyguard of Lu Feng's music classroom, Shuhei Masan."

"Oh?" Jiang Guling raised his eyebrows, then looked at Xinfan, "I have been working in the music classroom for a long time, but I have never seen Mr. Fushan."

Xinfan cleared his throat and replied, "You also know that the position of the bodyguard is really unnecessary, so I haven't paid Mr. Fushan a salary for a long time."

"It's okay!" Sila said immediately, "I like the environment of the music classroom very much, even if I don't have a salary, I will continue to stick to my post!"

Xin Fan: "..."

Ah, he really wants Silas to feel the sinister world! !

The disparity between people is sometimes so obvious.