At the same time, in a dark room, a computer flashed fluorescently.

A tea-haired girl sat in front of the computer. At the age of eighteen, she was like a green strawberry, crystal clear and seductive, but also had the exotic charm of mixed race.

The cold eyes make people wonder how to thaw the cold princess.

The websites staring on the computer are exactly the same as those of Maori Ran, and they are all the official websites of Fusa.

The girl kept staring at the bag, the collector's version of the bag.

Finally, I couldn't bear it, so I picked up my phone and sent a message to the contact person with the contact bar marked 'Sister' in the phone at 10:45, and near 11:00.

[Sister, let's attend the press conference of Fusa Painting Company next week (smiling face)]

After posting, the girl suddenly felt infinite loneliness.

Lift your slender legs up, then place them on the edge of the chair, wrap your arms around your knees, and curl up.

It seems that in this way, a little warmth is preserved.

"I forgot that my sister was assigned to work, so I should be resting now."

Therefore, I am the only one who will not reply to text messages.

“Dudu————!”

【Okay, let’s go together next week, go to bed early, Shibao】

Also, much warmer.

Even if you are not lucky, it is still not bad.

Shibo picked up the coffee next to the table, took a sip, switched the page of Fusa Pao's official website, and turned it into a page of experimental data again.

Stay up late and start work.

...

At this moment, Ran Maori had just forced his father to go to the bathroom to wash up, and swore that he would not secretly go to the mahjong hall today.

There is only one last hour left before the end of today.

A swearing without any effect.

After Maori Kogoro begged, the 500,000 neon coins were divided into 300,000 yuan in the end. Kogoro got a dividend of 200,000 yuan, and he could continue to go to the mahjong room tomorrow, or go to a mom's mulberry place to have some wine.

For example, the high-end venue in Ginza, Towako's mother San...

"Xiaolan, you can go to bed early."

I recalled my mother's tender hands, kneading them in my palms. The wonderful feeling is even more fascinating than the actual 200,000 neon coins.

Humming a little song, Kogoro rushed into the bathroom with a towel swing.

"Well, I got it, Dad...300,000 yuan. If you go on a date with Shinichi, you can buy some aquarium souvenirs and you can also go shopping with the garden."

In essence, 200,000 yuan of living expenses is enough for Xiaolan to live without shortage of money.

You can go to the cafe occasionally with the garden, order a mocha, and enjoy the afternoon quietly.

A little accumulation is enough, if you go to the United States with Shinichi for a few days before, exchange it for 1,000 US dollars, which is enough to spend.

Continue thinking in my mind...

Later, there was also the mother, Concubine Eiri, and her younger brother, Gongsheng...

But the two of them seem to be short of money. Basically, every time they eat or play, they pay the bills.

"Lan, you haven't washed your clothes, so wash mine off!"

Suddenly, the sound from the bathroom interrupted Ran Mori's thoughts.

Nodded subconsciously...

I blushed suddenly and remembered that in the clothes frame, my upper and lower underwear was thrown there and not washed.

"Hey, Dad, don't mix your dirty clothes with mine!"

He hurriedly shouted to the bathroom.

He just shouted, because Ran Mori couldn't open the bathroom door at all.

The great inconvenience of father-daughter life is here, and it becomes more and more embarrassing as you age.

Sometimes, when the fishy pants were thrown on her daughter's clothes, Xiaolan had to rub the soap three times in a row with her hands, and barely remove the smell with four basins of water.

There was also a song in the bathroom, and the water storage sign of the water heater kept falling.

"Really, it's like this every time."

Pouted his mouth angry.

Ran Maori returned to his boudoir and slammed the door heavily to express his inner dissatisfaction.

"If you can move out and live, find a good friend to accompany you..."

Ran Maori thought that Suzuki Yuanko would come to get up in the morning and help him solve the problem of not being able to carry his hands to pick buttons, and the fight between his best friends.

Making bad jokes from girls.

Thinking of this, Ran Mouri couldn't help but cover his buttocks with his hands.

In the morning, I was clapped by Yuanzi and said, "The cheap reasoning idiot" with a look of disgust.

"It's not cheap... Will Shinichi think I'm too big here?"

It seems that there are only so many brain circuits.

The main line of love, the branch line of friendship, the hidden line of parents' remarriage...

[Congratulations, Ms. Maori Ran, you have been selected by Fusa Painting Company. As an impurity model for Fusa Painting Neon Branch, please go to the press conference next Saturday, and your ticket will be arranged to be brought to you by someone]

An email from Fusahui official.

Unfortunately, Ran Maori didn't see it because the computer had already entered standby mode and the screen was black.

As for why he was selected...

Luck.

After all, Ran Maori's luck will always be the best.

Lying on the bed, wrapped in a quilt, sleeping quietly, and receiving text messages from the garden before going to bed.

[Xiaolan, I will tell you a good news tomorrow———Suzuki Yuanko]

......

"President, all the money saved here has been won."

The owner of the mahjong shop was dialing the phone in the room, and Kogoro Mori's IOU was also placed on the desktop.

No smoking, no drinking.

Waiting for the sound on the other end of the phone.

"Haha, it's really a disappointing family. I haven't woken up yet, I'm stupid."

Disdain, even gritting teeth.

Irish voices came from the other end of the phone, and the sound of teeth shattering ice.

"Then should I drive him away tomorrow?"

With his hand stretched out, the boss looked up at the Maori Detective Office next door through the gap in the blinds.

The second floor firm has not turned on the lights for three days, and the third floor residence has just turned off.

"No, it's just 500,000 yuan. He will hit the horse farm tomorrow...Kaka (ice sound)...Is there anything else?"

Another bottle of wine was opened and introduced into the cup.

Ireland seems to be busy with other things and needs to hang up the phone.

"President, there is no deposit at the back. Will you ask Kogoro Mori to write an IOU?"

Isn’t the IOU on the table a two million IOU?

The mahjong shop owner casually threw the notes into the trash can, and then took out an account book from the concealed box on the table. This is the real use of recording the income and expenditure of the loan.

Maori Kogoro's name is recorded, but it is returned every time.

Therefore, there will be no situation where clubs come to force debts.

"It's calculated based on the interest rate of ordinary loans, and it's just like that, it's gone."

Boring things.

Ireland even feels disgusting.

The phone hangs up, continues to be busy with what he is doing, invades the dark web of the Neon Metropolitan Police Department, and searches for information about Chairman Anxi and Member Shibasaki in the huge database.

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

With his hands that flipped the blinds back, several big words from Maori Detective Office disappeared from sight.
To be continued...