My lover is this organization

Ah, actually there is another reason. I am very worried that today’s update will not pass the review... (whispering)

Chapter 385 Fifty-seven Missed Calls

Qin Wuque felt a little aggrieved.

It was clearly what you wanted to see, but after watching it not only were you not satisfied, you even yelled at me.

Oh, it’s so difficult…

But there was nothing he could do. Since his wife had said so, he had no choice but to do as she said.

"It's obviously what you wanted to see, how can you blame me~"

Qin Wuque helplessly turned the phone over and turned the front camera toward his face again, muttering as he adjusted it.

Unfortunately, this seemingly whispered sentence was recorded by the mobile phone and successfully transmitted over the network across a distance of tens of thousands of kilometers to a villa in Beika-cho, Tokyo, Japan.

Qin Wuque's heart suddenly skipped a beat, not because he realized that his muttering was heard, but because he saw the girl's icy blue eyes narrowing dangerously on the phone screen.

"Let me warn you that the Internet is not a lawless place. Although I'm not sure whether the Internet police will take care of video calls, if they find out that someone is calling a seven or eight-year-old girl "wife", guess what will happen?"

Haibara Ai looked playful.

"I will be in awe." Qin Wuque replied immediately.

"We'll arrest you!" the girl said fiercely, "The minimum is three years, and the maximum is death penalty!"

"So powerful!" Qin Wuque pretended to be shocked.

The two of them sang in unison across the screen, as if they were back in the past when they were still in the organization, and a certain dog-head would run to the office of a beautiful female director of a research and development department every day, harassing her in the name of visiting but actually just flirting with her.

The familiar feeling of déjà vu made Haibara Ai look fierce and disgusted on the surface, but the corners of her mouth inadvertently rose little by little.

"By the way, how long will it take you to come back?"

Without any precautions or hesitation, she asked the question she had always wanted to ask in a completely unexpected and seamless manner.

"How soon will you be back?"

Qin Wuque thought about this question seriously.

"It may take at least another four or five days. The main reason is that it's rare for Vodka and his friends to come out for a trip. We can't just force them to go back after only two or three days."

"Why does it take another four or five days..." Huihara Ai snorted in dissatisfaction, "Is Singapore fun?"

"It's OK, just average."

Qin Wuque scratched his head and said to the camera.

"It's just a relatively prosperous giant commercial center. Anyway, it's not boring..."

"You're definitely not boring."

The girl on the phone screen narrowed her eyes.

"There's Vermouth and Gin, and that big-breasted, brainless Curacao who looks like a slut. With three gorgeous beauties accompanying you, what else can you talk about?"

"Emmmmmm..."

Qin Wuque was speechless and could only say that it was true.

But speaking of which, every word this girl said today had a strong lemon flavor.

He was just about to say something to comfort her, but he saw the girl on the screen suddenly waved her hand, and the expression on her face suddenly changed to one of indifference.

"Forget it. Just be aware of the situation. Don't let some bad woman seduce you. I don't want to have to make wolfberry soup for you when you come back."

When Haibara Ai said the second half of the sentence, she couldn't help but grit her teeth.

What the hell is wolfberry soup...

Qin Wuque twitched his lips, thinking, is he really that weak?

You know, he can easily fill up two or three boxes at home, and sometimes even multiple times.

Mary Akai has a lot to say on this point.

Suddenly, a mysterious and slightly sexy voice sounded in the bathroom.

"So, Shirley, this so-called 'bad woman' you mentioned, could it be me?"

Qin Wuque's attention was originally focused on his phone, and he didn't notice the movement behind him.

He didn't turn around until he heard the sound, and saw Sister Bei, wrapped only in a bath towel, standing behind him with her waist bent. Her two perfect long legs as white as jade were stretched straight together, and she was looking at the screen of the mobile phone in his hand with her head tilted.

Almost at the same time, Mingmei and Haibara Ai, who were on the other end of the phone, also saw the blonde beauty suddenly appear in the camera.

"Vermouth!"

"Well~ Being called a bad woman by someone of the same sex who can barely be considered a love rival is, in a sense, the highest level of praise."

Vermouth was totally unconcerned about the suggestive looks from the two women on the screen. She gracefully stepped into the water with her jade feet and sat down beside Qin Wuque.

"As for why I can barely count him as a love rival..."

She deliberately pulled down the bath towel wrapped around her delicate collarbone, revealing a deep abyss.

"This, Shirley, you shouldn't have it."

"..."

"It seems that there really isn't one!"

Seeing the girl on the other side of the screen turn pale, Vermouth covered her mouth and giggled.

She reached out and grabbed Qin Wuque's wrist, moved the camera of her mobile phone between the two of them, and raised the corners of her mouth in triumph.

"But I think you are right, Shirley. The Internet is not a lawless place, so I would like to ask you two to step aside for the next matter~"

As she spoke, Vermouth calmly stretched out her finger and pressed the hang-up button in front of a certain dog-head and in the shocked and angry gazes of the Miyano sisters, then quickly climbed up to the seat and hugged her.

She hugged him quite tightly, making sure it fit perfectly.

"Okay, let's enjoy a nice bath together~?"

……

It's really just a bath.

Yes, if you believe it.

About an hour later, Vermouth returned to her usual elegant sitting position from her cross-legged meditation posture, and calmly got down from a dog-head-brand human-shaped fitness chair.

At the same time, a lot of indescribable things were floating on the surface of the bath water.

As for what this is, we don’t understand and we don’t dare to ask.

Qin Wuque sat in the bathtub and looked back, curiously.

"Eh? Captain Qin and Curacao haven't come to visit for so long?"

"Why, from the look on your face, you seem to really want them to come over?"

Vermouth rolled her eyes at him unhappily, but her eyes were extremely moist.

"Although there is no way to deny it, but speaking purely on the facts..." Qin Wuque scratched his head.

"Don't worry, she won't come looking for you." Vermouth said, "Gin is not as idle as you think. Although she is traveling outside, there are still many things in the organization that she needs to take care of every day."

"So busy." Qin Wuque sighed, "By the way, what about Curacao?"

"Her."

Vermouth curled the corners of her mouth.

"That silly girl is probably still in her room grinning at the photo of you she took from the audience this morning."

"have to……"

"And to be honest--" Vermouth gave Qin Wuque a meaningful look, "Compared to these, shouldn't you be more concerned about the two people who are far away in Tokyo? When we were doing it just now, I saw that your phone screen would light up for a while from time to time."

"Fuck!"

When Qin Wuque heard Sister Bei mention this, he jumped out of the bathtub.

He quickly grabbed his phone and looked at it, and suddenly his vision went dark.

A total of fifty-seven missed calls.

it's over...

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It’s amazing. I waited in front of the computer until twelve o’clock last night, and I thought it would be fixed by then.

Finally, I opened the post at 12 o'clock and saw that it was under maintenance...

Then I sat in the computer chair and doubted my life for ten minutes, cursed the programmer of Maoke for a while, and went to sleep.

When I woke up, hey, it was fixed.

surprise~

(This is the first update from yesterday)

Chapter 386 Pirates!

Although the Singapore food street being smashed and looted is not a small news, it is definitely not a big deal.

At least it won't cause the "Zhonghan Cup" Karate Championship to be cancelled.

But it could reach Leon Law's ears at an extremely fast speed and cause his blood pressure to rise on the spot like Winston's.

In a luxurious private beachfront villa surrounded by coconut trees and various subtropical vegetation somewhere in Singapore, a well-known safe expert is sitting in his study where he does his daily work.

The decoration of the study is quite exquisite. A huge bookcase that reaches the ceiling is against the wall and surrounds the room. The bookshelves are filled with various books on criminal psychology or detective research.

The light-colored linen curtains block the scorching afternoon sun shining in from the windows, and the air-conditioning blades swing slowly in silent mode, continuously delivering cool breeze into the room.

Leon sat behind the large desk, but he was not working as usual.

He sat in a soft leather computer chair, staring intently out the window covered by curtains, his brows slightly furrowed, and from time to time he picked up the coffee on the table to take a sip, then put it down and continued to frown.

Leon was very anxious, a feeling of anxiety that he couldn't even explain.

It's like a poor student who always fails in exams. He finally calculates the scores of the questions he answered in the final exam and finds that the total is just enough to pass. However, he is not sure whether the answers he got are correct. He feels anxious before getting the report card, wavering between the possibility of passing and the possibility of failing.

But theoretically he shouldn't feel this anxious.

Dozens of people against a few people, and only one person needs to be sent to the hospital. This is a sure thing no matter how you think about it.

What's more, there is only one person on the other side who can fight, and the other two are women.

What fighting power can a woman have?

Leon believed this from the bottom of his heart, so he couldn't figure out where his anxiety came from.

And it was this point that made his anxiety further aggravated.

Jamaldin was sitting on the reception sofa less than five meters away from the desk, with his eyes slightly closed and his arms folded across his chest, looking like an old monk in meditation.

Of course he didn't really enter into a state of meditation. After all, he was practicing karate, not some kind of Buddhist boxing with big, sweeping movements and great power.

He just got into the habit of closing his eyes and resting like this when he had nothing to do other than exercise, so as to ensure that he could always be in the best condition when needed.

And...it would also save him from the awkwardness of hearing his employer sigh.

Lyon really didn't know how many times he sighed during this afternoon.

Jingle bell bell bell!

Without any warning, the classic old-fashioned telephone ringtone suddenly rang in the study, coming from the dial-up telephone-style landline on Lyon's desk.

Jamaldin opened his eyes subconsciously, and the moment he opened his eyes, he saw Leon grab the microphone from the landline at an extremely fast speed, and the expression he inadvertently revealed seemed quite urgent.