Maori Kogoro's daily life in the science harem

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The joining of Nana Oyama made the atmosphere of Beidou Group much more lively.

Mao Li discovered that although she seemed naive on the surface, her talent in modeling was indeed impeccable.

Mao Li stood backstage and watched Nana Koyamauchi confidently walk onto the catwalk wearing a dress carefully crafted by the designer.

That radiant look made Maori's mouth curl up involuntarily.

He knew that this girl was no longer the willful little lady she once was, but a rising international supermodel.

"Mr. Maori! Thank you!"

Nana Koyama ran out from the backstage and threw herself into Maori's arms excitedly. Her eyes were full of gratitude and her voice was trembling: "Without you, I would not be able to stand on this stage."

Mao Li patted her shoulder gently, his tone calm but warm: "This is all your own hard work. I just provided a platform."

Nana Koyama looked up at him with a hint of tenderness in her eyes: "You not only provide a platform. To me, you are the most important person in my life."

She stood on tiptoes and took the initiative to kiss Maori's lips.

Mao Li was startled, but did not refuse. Instead, he reached out and hugged her tighter.

At this moment, Nana Koyama's world seemed to be completely clear.

She knew that from now on, she was not only a star on the international stage, but also a Maori woman.

A few days later, Mao Li took time out to visit Eri Kisaki in the hospital.

After a period of recuperation, her health has improved greatly.

In the ward, Kisaki Eri was sitting beside the bed, chatting and laughing with Xiaolan.

Seeing Mao Li coming in, Xiaolan immediately showed a sweet smile, ran over and hugged him: "Dad! You are finally here."

Mao Li rubbed Xiaolan's head, his eyes full of love: "Thank you for letting my little angel accompany her mother for so long. It's hard work."

Kisaki Eri glanced at him, with a hint of sarcasm in her tone: "You say that as if you are an irresponsible father."

Mao Li scratched his head awkwardly: "I'm busy dealing with some things. But seeing your current state, I feel relieved."

He walked over and sat beside Kisaki Eri's bed, chatted with her for a few words, and asked about the doctor's condition.

Xiaolan was quietly arranging Kisaki Eri's blanket, looking very well-behaved.

Chapter 436 Why Are You Shy?

While Kisaki Eri was drinking water, Maoli leaned close to Xiaolan's ear and whispered, "Thank you for always being with mom. You are really a good daughter to dad."

After saying that, he quickly kissed Xiaolan on the lips.

Xiaolan was caught off guard, her face suddenly turned red to her ears, and she whispered, "Dad, I...I'm going back!"

After saying that, she hurriedly picked up her bag, said goodbye and left the ward in a hurry.

Maori looked at Xiaolan's back as she left, smiled dotingly, then turned around and continued chatting with Kisaki Eri.

Just as the two were chatting happily, a nurse came in and said politely: "Mr. Maori, there are several reporters outside who want to interview you. They said it's about the water crystal incident."

Mao Li was slightly stunned and frowned: "Reporter? I didn't arrange an interview."

After hearing this, Hibiki Eri said gently, "Go ahead. I have nothing to do here. Your performance in that case should be noticed by many people. This is also your responsibility."

Mao Li nodded, stood up and straightened his collar: "Okay, then I'll go take a look."

He left the ward and followed the nurse to the garden outside the hospital. A group of reporters were gathered at the door. One of them was a woman standing in the front, holding a microphone in her hand, wearing a decent professional suit, and looking at him with burning eyes.

As soon as Mao Li walked to the interview area in the hospital garden, he saw from afar that the person standing at the front of the line of reporters was Rena Mizunashi.

His brows frowned slightly for a moment, but soon relaxed again, and a meaningful smile appeared on his face.

Why is this woman here?

"Ms. Mizuno," Maori said in a low yet casual voice as he approached, "You really are everywhere."

Rena Mizuno raised her head, and the moment she saw Maori, a hint of unconcealable tenderness flashed in her eyes.

But then she returned to her professional journalistic demeanor and smiled, "Mr. Maori, your performance in the water crystal incident was very impressive. I'm here to interview you this time, hoping to bring some exclusive truth to the audience."

Maori stared at her. He knew of course that Rena Mizunashi's appearance was not a simple interview.

He nodded gently: "Since it's for the truth, how can I refuse?"

The interview lasted less than ten minutes, and Rena Mizunashi's questions quickly shifted from the details of the case to Mori's personal feelings, and gradually began to stray off the topic.

After a moment, Mizunashi Reina sighed, put down the microphone, and whispered to the other reporters: "Today's interview ends here, we have enough material, thank you for your cooperation."

The other reporters didn't ask any more questions, packed up their equipment and left.

When there were only two people left in the garden, Mizunashi Rena slowly walked to Maori, looked up at him with a hint of complicated emotions in her eyes.

"Why did you come to me?"

Maori's tone was low, but somewhat doting.

"I missed you." There was a hint of coquettishness in Mizunashi Rena's voice, "And... I also have something important to tell you."

Maori sighed and put his arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer. "Tell me, what's the important thing? Or are you just trying to get close to me for this reason?"

Rena Mizunoshi did not answer, but stood on tiptoe and kissed Maori's lips.

This kiss was without any hesitation, and it carried her deep longing and dependence on Maori. Maori was slightly startled, then he took her into his arms and kissed her back.

After a moment, Mizunashi Rena gently pushed him away, her eyes becoming serious: "I do have something to tell you about the latest actions of the Black Organization."

"The Black Organization?" Maori's face darkened slightly. "Explain it more clearly."

Mizunashi Rena lowered her voice and said, "Recently, the organization decided to send Pisco to carry out an assassination plan. His target is the congressman Shigehiko Tsuchiguchi who is suspected of taking bribes. According to my intelligence, the operation will take place on Friday at the Haido City Hotel, at the memorial service for Sakamaki Akira."

"Pisco?" Maori frowned slightly, thinking about the code name, "It seems to be an old man, I have forgotten who it is."

Mizunashi Rena nodded: "Yes, Pisco is indeed an older member of the organization, already a veteran. This operation was carried out by him personally. Although the target is Shigehiko Tsuchiguchi, according to my speculation, it is very likely to affect other innocent people. I hope you can stop it."

Maori sneered, with a hint of disdain in his eyes: "The Black Organization is really getting more and more unscrupulous. They blatantly carry out assassinations in public. Do they think no one can stop them?"

Mizunashi Reina gently grasped his hand, her tone filled with worry: "Maori, I know you are not afraid of them, but the situation this time is really complicated. Pisco is a shrewd man, he will not reveal his flaws easily. You must be careful."

Mao Li held her hand, his eyes deep: "Don't worry. Now that I know, I won't let them succeed. But what about you? Will the organization suspect you?"

Mizunashi Reina shook her head and forced a smile: "Don't worry about that. I will be careful to conceal my actions. But... you must pay attention to safety."

Maori looked at her with a little more tenderness in his eyes.

He reached out his hand and gently stroked her hair, and said in a low voice: "Don't worry. Since you have entrusted this matter to me, I will definitely not let you down."

A touch of emotion flashed across Mizunashi Reina's eyes, but she quickly regained her composure: "Then I'll go back first. If there is any other information, I will contact you again."

Shui Wulian's voice gradually became lower and lower, and her soft body leaned lightly in Mao Liba's arms, as if she was longing for this only place where she could relax.

"Didn't you say you were leaving?"

Mao Li felt her leaning on him, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and he put his arms around her waist, bringing her closer.

"You say work is important, but you're thinking about me in your heart."

Maori teased in a low voice, his fingers sliding lightly across her back with a hint of ambiguity.

Mizuno Reina raised her head, the corners of her mouth slightly raised: "Yes, who told me that the person I care about is worthy of my life to protect?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Mao Li lowered his head and kissed her lips with a bit of dominance, as if he wanted to take in all her emotions.

Mizunashi Rena struggled slightly, but soon relaxed, responded to his kiss, wrapped her arms around his neck, and gave herself completely to this man.

The two of them gradually forgot everything around them. The wind from the garden blew gently, ruffling Rena Mizuno's long hair and making the kiss even more charming.

After a moment, Maoli finally let go of her and looked down at her slightly red cheeks with a smirk in his eyes.

"What? Are you still shy?" Maori asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Who's shy!" Mizuno Rena muttered, raised her hand and patted his chest gently, but her slightly angry expression made her look particularly cute.

Chapter 437: Pisco and the Black Organization

Maoli didn't tease her anymore. Instead, he picked her up, walked to the bench by the garden and sat down, letting her lean on his chest with peace of mind.

His hand gently stroked her hair, as if he was soothing a frightened kitten.

"You are so concerned about me, aren't you afraid that your organization will get suspicious?"

Maori asked quietly, his tone carrying an unmistakable concern.

"Yes, but compared to them, I am more afraid of losing you."

Mizuno Rena said calmly, without a trace of hesitation in her tone.

Mao Li heard this, and his heart was moved, and the movement of his hands also stopped. He looked down at the woman in his arms, and the strong yet fragile face made him sigh softly.

"Stupid woman."

He cursed softly, then bent down and kissed her forehead, "Don't worry, they can't hurt you with me here."

Rena Mizuno closed her eyes gently, seeming to be immersed in the tenderness of the moment.

She reached out and gently grabbed Mao Li's collar, and said in a low voice: "Maoli, if one day I can't go on...will you take care of them for me?"

Maori's eyes suddenly turned cold, but then softened again.

He held her face in his hands and said seriously, "That day will never come. As long as I'm alive, I won't let you be alone."

Mizuno Rena smiled gently, took the initiative to approach him again, raised her head and kissed his lips.

This time, the kiss was filled with more affection and dependence, as if she wanted to pour out all her thoughts to this man.

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The two of them snuggled together intimately until the night wind gradually turned cooler, then they reluctantly separated.

Mizunashi Reina tidied up her messed up hair, with a satisfied smile on her lips: "Well, I really should leave this time. I can't let them know that I've been staying here for too long."

Mao Li nodded, but when she stood up, he held her hand: "Take care of yourself and don't make me worry."

Mizuno Reina looked back at him, her eyes full of affection and reluctance: "You too."

After saying that, she walked into the night without looking back, leaving a faint fragrance floating in the air.

“Pisco…”

Mao Li muttered to himself, with a sharp look in his eyes, "It looks like another good show is about to begin."

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In the suburbs of Beihu City, a luxurious villa stood quietly in the night. The autumn wind blew through the thick curtains and blew into the huge study, bringing a hint of chill. Masuyama Kenzo sat on the dark brown leather sofa, holding a glass of amber whiskey with trembling hands, and took a sip, trying to suppress his inner uneasiness. He was over 70 years old, with deep wrinkles on his forehead and his gray hair combed meticulously, but no matter how solemn he looked, he could not hide his tired and vicissitudes of life.

This veteran member of the Black Organization now just wants to enjoy his old age. He was once a high-spirited "financial big shot" and was seen by the world as the chairman of a prestigious automobile company with a distinguished family background and enormous power. But time is ruthless, his body is getting old, and even his finger joints often ache. He has long been tired of blood and conspiracy, and just wants to stay away from the organization's tasks for the rest of his life and spend the rest of his days quietly.

The phone on the table suddenly rang, and Masuyama's body shook slightly. He took a deep breath, put down his wine glass, and slowly reached out to answer the phone.

"Pisco," a familiar cold voice came from the other end of the line - Gin. His voice was like an ice blade cutting through the night sky, cold and unquestionable, "The boss has new instructions, and the mission needs you to carry it out in person."

Kenzo Masuyama closed his eyes, and the wrinkles on his face deepened. He asked in a low and hoarse voice, "Another assassination? Gin, I'm 71 years old, my hands are not steady, and I can't hold a gun. Are you sure I have to do this?"

"This is an order, Pisco," Gin said without any fluctuation in his tone, "The target is Councillor Shigehiko Tsuguchi. The police are about to launch an investigation into him, and the Boss requires him to 'disappear' before then."

Masuyama frowned, his voice carrying a hint of fatigue and helplessness: "Tunkou Shigehiko... He's just a councillor. For such a small person, you want me to personally take action? Gin, can't you young people solve this problem?"

Gin sneered, "This is not your choice, Pisco. The boss trusts you, so he put you in charge of this task. You don't need to question it, just complete it."

Masuyama's hand holding the phone trembled slightly, and he remained silent for a long while. He knew that the organization's orders could not be disobeyed, but his inner reluctance and exhaustion made it almost impossible for him to speak.

"...Okay, I'll take this mission," he finally whispered, with deep helplessness in his tone, "but this is the last time, Gin. Tell Boss that I'm old and can no longer take on such a job."

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a moment, and Gin's voice sounded with a hint of disdain: "This is not up to you, Pisco. But if you can complete it successfully, maybe the Boss will consider your request."

Masuyama's lips curled up into a bitter smile. He knew Gin was just being perfunctory, but at the moment he had no choice. He hung up the phone, his fingers slowly loosened, and he leaned back on the sofa tiredly. The room returned to silence, leaving only the ticking of the wall clock.

After a moment, he slowly stood up and walked towards the secret compartment in the corner of the study. He pressed the trigger, and the secret compartment slowly opened, revealing a well-maintained pistol and a pair of gloves. He picked up the pistol, but found that his fingers were shaking a little, and he almost slipped when loading the gun. He smiled bitterly and shook his head, muttering self-deprecatingly: "Pisco, look at what you look like now... Can you still be considered a killer?"

He put the pistol into a special waterproof bag, put the gloves in his pocket, then returned to the desk and dialed another number. The call was quickly picked up, and the frivolous and cold voice of Belmode came from the other end: "Oh? Our respected Pisco, what's up, are you here to confirm the details of the mission?"

Masuyama heard the sarcasm in her tone, but he was in no mood to care. He whispered, "Gin asked me to contact you about Tsuchiguchi Shigehiko. We need to cooperate, right?"

Belmode chuckled and said lazily, "Cooperation? It's more like you'll be in charge of the cleanup. I'll be responsible for distracting the security, and you...just do what you should do."

Masuyama rubbed his temples, feeling tired and helpless: "I hope you won't make me waste too much effort, Belmode."

"Don't worry," she said softly, with her usual indifference, "But can you really complete this task smoothly? Don't forget, this is a shrewd politician like Tsuguchi Shigehiko."