I'm making soy sauce in the detective world

"Don't don't don't, I was wrong."

Conan was even more anxious when he heard that he didn't give him an antidote. What he said just now was just a joke. If he didn't give him an antidote, wouldn't he really only see Xiaolan throwing him into the arms of others?

"Actually, you are a good Conan."

Guangyou commented on the side, "Look, Stepmi likes you a lot, and she looks very cute now. If you have a beautiful child, you are not at a loss."

Anyway, he doesn't think it's a big deal, so he puts less fire and fuel, and is very skilled.

Suddenly Guangyou felt the soft flesh on his waist rotated forty-five degrees, and then he heard Xiao Ai's light and soft whisper, "Would you like me to give him the antidote, and you will also take Bumei? Lost."

"Hehehehe."

Conan looked at him and smiled straight, and at the same time he didn't forget to fall into the trap, "Huihara is right, you are absolutely not at a loss, but Stepmi is a beauty."

What he saw in this scene was really wonderful, but it was a pity that there were no seeds on the table, otherwise, would it not be a good thing to watch the drama with seeds.

"how is this possible?"

Although the pain from his waist did not stop for a moment, Guangyou still had that calm expression on his face, but the cold sweat from his forehead betrayed his current state.

Guangyou felt that the hands on his waist increased again, and quickly said, "I definitely don't have that kind of thought. My true heart can be learned from the sun and the moon!"

Xiao Ai then let go of her hand. After she turned her eyes, she stretched out her hand and rubbed the place just now, and asked, "Does it hurt?"

Guangyou took a breath and waved his hand: "It doesn't hurt, what kind of pain is this pain."

Xiao Ai rubbed and asked amusedly: "Then do it again?"

Guangyou refused again and again: "That's fine."

After talking for a while, Guangyou found out that it seemed that the doctor hadn’t come back, so he looked at Conan and asked, “Speaking of which, where is the doctor?”

Conan explained: "He took Bumi and the others to dinner, and said it was a celebration banquet for me. I was anxious to come back to find you, so I ran away first."

Almost no one knows the information about the bomb disarm except Guangyou. They thought that Conan actually dismantled the bomb and managed to escape.

Guangyou could imagine the pitiful expression on Bumei's face just before the explosion, and she couldn't help but sigh.

The feelings of childhood can be remembered for a long time, and Bu Mei will eventually remember his feelings for Conan this time.

However, this relationship has reached a fork in the beginning, and there will be no results at the beginning, and when Aumi learns the truth, he does not know how sad it should be.

Putting it another way, Stepmei is not wrong. When I met a good-looking brother, I had a good impression in my heart. Coupled with Conan's rich knowledge reserves, it is normal to have a hazy relationship over time.

The innocent Bu Mei met the wrong person at the right time..

Anyway, I feel sorry for the beauty of the wave..

Conan stayed for a while and then left. He really didn't want to see these two people in front of him. They were too cruel to the dogs.. Too cruel.

Thinking of this, Conan raised his head and looked up at the sky at a forty-five-degree angle: "Conan is too difficult, let's go back to Xiaolan."

....

"What do you want to eat tonight?"

Guangyou looked at Xiaoai, stretched out her hand and pinched her nose, and said, "You do it at noon and I will come at night."

Xiao Ai leaned on his shoulder, closed her eyes, and her voice was a little lazy: "Whatever you make, everything is delicious."

Guangyou put his chin against her smooth forehead and said, "Should I make an authentic Western meal?"

Xiao Ai straightened up, looked at Guangyou, and asked, "You mean, what I did is not authentic?"

Guangyou shook his head again and again: "No, no, no, just..."

Xiao Ai squinted her eyes, and there was a hint of threat in her words: "Just what?"

Guangyou stretched out two fingers and gestured, and explained: "It's just compared to me, it's so much worse."

"Huh." Xiao Ai snorted disdainfully, "Since you feel bad, then I won't make it for you in the future, just to save some trouble."

Guangyou stretched out her hand and pulled her back into her arms, explaining, "How is it possible, you made it delicious, but I made it better than me."

Xiao Ai admitted this in her heart, but on the surface she still insisted: "I made delicious."

Guangyou's lips twitched: "Really? I think what I make will be better."

Xiao Ai still denied: "Mine is better!"

Guangyou hesitated for a moment and then nodded: "In that case, you should do it tonight."

"Ok?"

Xiao Ai raised her head and looked at Guangyou a little awkwardly. This is totally out of the way.

Guangyou stretched out his hand and scratched Xiao Ai's nose, and said with a smile: "I'm lying to you, I will go shopping together later, I will cook at night."

....

"I am back."

Conan pushed open the door of the office and looked at the Uncle Maori who was drinking a glass of water and Xiao Lan sitting on the sofa, suddenly feeling a little bad.

The atmosphere in the office was very weird, but he couldn't say where the weirdness was. It looked normal. Uncle Maori still looked like he was idle and dying, and Xiao Lan looked serious in reading.

To be safe, withdraw first.

After this thought came to mind, Conan greeted the two of them: "I'll go upstairs to read a book first, and then come down when I will eat."

"stop."

As soon as Conan closed the door, Uncle Maori's voice floated over.

"Uncle, what do you want?"

Conan smiled like a child, "If it's okay, I'll go up and read a book first."

"Boy, you are very prestigious today."

Uncle Maori put down his life, got up and walked to Conan, staring at Conan with his head down.

Don't look at Uncle Maori's usual silly look, but if he gets serious, he will be full of aura.

Conan was a little hairy, but he could only keep that smile: "Uncle, what are you talking about? I don't understand."

"Conan."

Sitting on the sofa, Xiao Lan closed her book, got up, closed the door of the office, and locked it. Then she turned and looked down at Conan, "You are brave, now you have learned how to dismantle bombs."

Conan also knew the reason for the strange atmosphere at this time. With a guilty heart, a fine cold sweat appeared on his forehead: "This...that..."

Xiao Lan frowned, stuck her waist, and reprimanded: "Do you know how dangerous this kind of thing is?"

"Yes, you little devil is really worried."

Uncle Maori also shouted angrily, "If something happens to you, how can I be worthy of your support... Parents?"

When Conan heard it, he showed his half-moon eyes and twitched the corner of his mouth.

Hey, uncle, you show off your stuff, it's too good for the support...

The two of them took turns to scold Conan, and they didn't say anything about it. Originally, Conan was a little scared, but then he got used to it.

It's no way to keep scolding like this. Conan's eyeballs turned and he had an idea, and explained to the two of them, "Actually, I didn't go in. It was Brother Xinyi who went in to destroy the bomb."

Xiao Lan suddenly stopped reprimanding, and asked in confusion, "New One?"

Conan nodded: "Yes, the main brother Xinyi didn't want to be exposed, so I let me be on TV for him."

"Really?" Xiaolan looked at Conan suspiciously, "Don't lie."

Conan nodded quickly, as if please trust me.

"Huh, it's the self-assertive butt detective kid again."

Uncle Maori hugged his hands and snorted disdainfully, "Next time I see him, I have to teach him a lesson and let a kid help him top the bag. It's really bad for him to figure it out."