Ms. Moriarty wants to save Beika Town today too.

Winette was still making tea when there was a noise at the door. Mingmei walked into the room and saw Vermouth sitting on the sofa and waving "Hello" to her. She was slightly surprised.

Although I could hear the noise of their conversation outside the house, I still felt a little uncomfortable when I saw them in person. According to Winnet, the lady in front of me was a star.

Mingmei, who used to be busy with life and organizational requirements, seldom paid attention to celebrity gossip and was not exposed to many entertainment products. The most common ones she listened to were songs by some classic bands. She preferred to travel with her friends and teachers rather than watching movies and TV alone. However, she can no longer contact them, otherwise it will bring trouble and disaster to them.

Just as Clyde had taught her, she treated the young lady as a servant, treating it as an occasional serious job, which was quite interesting.

Mingmei took the work from Winnett's hands and secretly looked at the female star named Chris Binyard from time to time.

Her golden hair fluttered like branches in midsummer, lush and beautiful. At this moment, she was braiding her hair into a smooth braid. Her movements revealed the laziness and charm of a mature woman, but also with the playfulness of a little girl. She pulled the braid from her thin shoulders and held it in front of her to play with it.

She communicated with Winette in English, and her attitude seemed like that of an old acquaintance, but the conversation before they met made Mingmei undecided. Perhaps they hit it off at first sight.

However, one side is passionate while the other side is too calm.

This made Mingmei feel a little relieved. At least Miss Winnett showed no signs of cheating.

"You're here for vacation this time, right?" asked Winnett.

Winette leaned back into the sofa, her knees clenched, and she distanced herself from Vermouth. She noticed Vermouth was restless under the table, her high heels hanging on her instep were nowhere to be seen, her feet wrapped in black stockings rubbed against her knees, and her knuckles were bent hard.

With Vermouth's keen sense, she naturally noticed Mingmei's furtive glance.

So Vermouth is doing this on purpose.

Even if she was exposed, it would be her face that would be lost.

To others, this is simply flirting.

When he was outside, he clearly had the demeanor of an adult, with the qualities of a mature and beautiful woman, but here with her, it was like he had found a toy.

Miss Winnet, as a toy, groaned from the bottom of her heart, her eyelids drooping.

"Baby, you're so boring," Vermouth stretched and said, "Now you should understand why I'm unhappy. No one would be happy if they were treated like you. I don't care about other people - like those kittens following behind me, and a few vicious dogs with perverse personalities, all of them are ready to pounce on me and bite me, and you ignore me like this."

Kitten?

Oh, the FBI.

The vicious dogs are Gin's followers.

Although Winnett didn't know why Vermouth was so unpopular, a "vicious dog" like Chianti didn't need a reason to bite people.

"If you were as calm and intelligent as Aunt Sharon, I would have told you." Winette pretended to be sad and joked, and said to Vermouth enthusiastically, "Alas! I was sad after receiving the letter, and I prayed for her every day. Such an excellent and kind person should not suffer from illness... I'm sorry, Chris! I know you are the most sad, but I can't help mentioning this matter, because she is like my mother - I have long respected and loved her as an elder."

"Ok, I know."

Vermouth said.

She began to get angry. She felt like a mother whose well-behaved daughter rebelled against her. Not only was she deceived by the strange girl, but she also kept saying some outrageous and sarcastic words.

But if she just got angry like that, it would be like admitting defeat in her opinion.

What does Sharon Binyard's death have to do with Chris Binyard?

IX. WulinⅠ⑧Jiulin Lake

Who knows if Sharon's husband is in that empty grave, and who would wonder if Chris is Sharon's daughter. Although she was choked by her Angel, she was not so angry.

"Yes! Not long before she fell ill, she told me, Miss Winnet, you have a beautiful face like rose petals and a pair of purple eyes like gemstones, and your beautiful silver-blue hair like snowflakes in the daytime seems to be born for the film industry. However, no matter how she persuaded you, you refused to be her disciple, and even ran to Japan, which made her very sad. I often wondered, 'How can there be such a beautiful girl in the world?' Therefore, I must come to see you. Fortunately, I saw you, otherwise it would be a regret for my whole life."

"Just as mother said, you are so beautiful that I can't help but be moved."

Winnet's eyes began to twitch.

Hey, don't talk nonsense...

She could sense Mingmei's strange emotions as she brought the tea. This was due to her performance. Normally, she would not speak like she did just now, and rarely showed sharpness.

At this time, Vermouth, who understood Winnet's emotions, was satisfied and stopped the verbal confrontation. Talking about God's scriptures, Dickens' books, and Hugo and Lamartine's poems, it seemed to refute her previous argument of "lack of intellect". Miss Winnet even heard Mingmei's snickering. Even she was impressed by Vermouth's aura. She didn't expect that this guy was the culprit who put Shirley in crisis.

Winette thought that her two lifetimes combined were not as long as his, and she had much experience, so she fell into the trap with just a few words.

In the warm atmosphere that Vermouth deliberately created, Mingmei even joined her in dancing, saying it was a healthy form of entertainment, and even wanted to pull her along to feel the harmony of the muscles.

There is no harmony, but there is plenty of muscle.

Miss Winnet acted stiffly, but she saw Vermouth dancing gracefully and cheerfully, obviously having a great time.

At this time, Winnet, who considered herself half a daughter, had no choice but to let her do what she wanted, and even took the flute to improvise a few short tunes.

Of course, the flute was originally in this villa, and these passages are the preludes to the hymns.

Before long, Vermouth became tired of making trouble. It seemed that she had taken a long time to get here by public transportation.

"Have you got any wine, Winnet?" she said. "A little will help you sleep."

"No."

Winnet said unhappily.

How could she, a pastor, be an alcoholic?

This professional ethics is still necessary.

"You are already over 20 years old, it's time for you to appreciate the beauty of wine. How about one?"

Vermouth took out a lady's cigarette, but she didn't light it, probably because she was always nagged by her and Mingmei was there.

"I think you should give it up. Look at your fingers. They used to be as white as jade, but now they are slightly yellow, the same color as tobacco."

"I'll listen to you." Vermouth put the cigarette away.

Could it be that her words were so effective? Winnett raised her eyebrows. This woman was always capricious, often lacking logic in her actions, and almost never mentioned a word about her personal affairs. She was a complete secretive person who made people irritated. She seemed to get along well with Bourbon... Seeing that Vermouth's mood suddenly calmed down or even became depressed, she felt like a small stone was pressed on her heart.

What happened to her?

"Where is your room?" asked Vermouth.

Before Winette could say anything, Mingmei winked at her.

Mingmei said, "Why don't Miss Chris stay in my room?"

Mingmei meant that she wanted to sleep on the sofa. Winette thought that it would be better for her to sleep in the same room with Mingmei. However, she felt that it was weird, and it was even more uncomfortable than sleeping in the same bed with Vermouth.

After all, it’s not the first time, and Vermouth has a good sleeping posture.

"It's okay. I just happen to have a lot to say to her." Winette interrupted, her tone was not loud but firm, "Let Chris and I stay in the same room. Although it's not in line with hospitality, she won't mind."

She didn't dare let Mingmei have too much contact with Vermouth, even though the disguise technique she had learned was so sophisticated that even she herself couldn't tell for a while, but it was not perfect after all.

Mingmei nodded.

That should be fine...right?

Even if Miss Winnett likes women, this Miss Chris may not be the case.

As for the words of love just now, Mingmei did not take it seriously. If she was really a girl who liked the same sex, she would not say such words casually.

Mingmei didn't know about Winnet's past, and even her sister knew very little about it. She simply said that Winnet came from a small church, but she didn't know that she was related to Sharon Binyard.

Although she didn't know Chris, Mingmei had heard of Sharon's name.

At Winnet's request, she returned to her room first.

After Winnett brought Vermouth back to the room, her expression immediately changed.

"You...if I'm not mistaken, you shouldn't have any contact with me now, right?"

Vermouth hugged Winnet from behind and whispered:

"I can't help wanting to see you! Besides, my mission has nothing to do with that little kitty, so it's okay for me to contact you, my Dark Angel."

……

304 Do you want me to sing it again?

Winnet was almost interested in the "mission" that Vermouth mentioned, but she immediately stopped her growing curiosity and opened the box that Vermouth brought.

Insisting on keeping the box beside her, even bringing it to her room...

She opened the box and found some sexy clothes, a thin blanket made of animal fur, and cosmetics in a box.

Almost instinctively, she opened the cosmetics box.

The knob lipstick was a disguise, with a battery bomb inside, because no matter how it was rotated, only a small part of the lipstick was exposed. She touched the base again, and sure enough, there was a hidden layer, with a disassembled Browning M1906 pocket pistol stuffed inside.

Winette finally had something to say: "You carry it with you. Does the mission require you to kill someone? By the way, where is Mr. Calvados? Is he not following you?"

"No. Guns are for self-defense," Vermouth sat on Winnet's bed and touched the clean sheets with her hands. "I am a weak woman. It's normal to have a gun for self-defense, right?"

"Really? I thought you hated being called weak and feminine."

"Yeah, that's right. I don't like being pointed at by irrelevant people - and that doesn't include you." Vermouth poked Winnet's cheek, "It's really reassuring to have your protection."

Do you want her to accompany you, on a mission? Winnet sat next to Vermouth for a while, and saw her lazily lying down like she was in a private hotel room, burying her face in the sheets, taking a relaxing breath, and then coming to the window and appropriating Winnet's stool, with her face only an inch away from the glass window.

Vermouth took out her cell phone and typed a text message, the moisture from her breath blurring the glass.

During the editing process, she came across a special melody. Winnet was very sensitive to sounds, so she naturally knew that she was in contact with the boss, perhaps asking for her to join in.

Winnett thought that Gin deliberately concealed the truth from her just to avoid suspicion. He would not be wary of her like a traitor, but there were indeed people who should be wary of.

Winnett said, "It seems you heard about the incident I caused at the airport."

Vermouth did not deny: "If you succeed, you may not get a warning. However, the opponent is Akai after all..."

"Are you trying to say that I'm not as good as him?" Winnett hooked Vermouth's chin and raised her eyebrows.

"How could that be? One silver bullet is far from enough to face the angel of the night." Vermouth said - and then smiled foolishly, adding, "I never thought you would do such a dangerous thing."

The dangerous action refers both to Winnett's attack on the airport and to the way she is now lifting her chin.

Winnett made a face cleverly, her mouth almost became a slit, and Vermouth covered her stomach.

She thought to herself: She is so cute!

Winette: Look at her smile!

Winnett stopped talking, thinking it was unlucky to mention the other person. She rubbed her nose and sneezed.

"Ms. Chris, your perfume is too choking."

"Ah, your body is still so sensitive." Vermouth picked up the pajamas from the suitcase and took off her shoes.

Winnet looked at the ground. The dark floor gave off a toffee-like luster under the light. It seemed that Mingmei had done a thorough cleaning while she was in the hospital. Although she had warned people not to enter her room, that was what Mingmei had said when she first arrived.

Anyway, there is nothing too bad in the room...

She had already dealt with the terrible stuff in the closet.

The waxed floor left slightly wet footprints of Vermouth. To Winnet's surprise, her feet were very small. She was wearing black stockings, the toes and heels were the darkest, probably for warmth, the edges were thickened with corrugated edging, which looked a bit fancy.

Vermouth hung a few pieces of clothing in her meager wardrobe and sighed sadly.

Said she didn't know how to bring out her own charm.

Who are you trying to please? You?

Winette leaned on the bed with her hands behind her back, closed her eyes, and didn't bother to pay attention to the other party. Vermouth looked around with sharp eyes, but didn't find any special details, let alone see any supplies, and showed an intriguing smile.

"This room is still the same! It feels even more boring than the last time I came here. Living here, a young girl will become an old woman. You are pretending to be a corporate daughter anyway, so how about having a hobby that matches it? Even Gin - well, enjoys catching mice." Vermouth brought a piece of clothing in front of Winnet for comparison. "Try new things once in a while? Don't wait until later to regret your golden years."

"It's okay. I often play hymns in church, exercise regularly, and have made some progress in cooking..."

But maybe I can find a membership shooting range and a cold weapon club? Forget it. It would be hard to explain if someone asked me. I might as well go back to the organization's base and play.

Winnet opened her eyes, glanced at the clothes, and almost rolled her eyes.

Apart from a neck support, the entire back is exposed, and there are only two straps in the front that barely cover the chest.

She glanced at Vermouth and said, "Are you making fun of me? Only a melon like yours can hold up this, right? And how can you have the nerve to carry such shameless clothes with you?"

"Really? That's what young girls like nowadays."

"Yeah, that's right. They also like patty, and some things that turn people into mud - no wonder," Winnett rubbed her temple, "Isn't this a sex toy... I don't know who would wear it except for swimsuit magazine models."

"Hahaha, these are indeed clothes for a beach vacation."

Vermouth said happily.

Winnett's light eyelashes fluttered and she pushed Vermouth's shoulder slightly.

"Before your beach vacation, you can take a mini vacation in the bathroom. Although I can tolerate this annoying fragrance, if I smell it all night, I will definitely lose my sense of smell the next day."

Vermouth shook her body, said nothing, and turned her back to Winnet.