Conan, Mr. Wuwu's self-cultivation

"Sorry, I really don't know about this." After a few seconds of silence, You Xizi said with a guilty tone, "Then I exposed the identities of you and Akai-kun at home before..."

"It probably hasn't reached that point yet." Wu shook his head and replied, "If there was any trouble, Xiuyi would have knocked you out in the morning, and then forced Zhenchun to run away."

"Of course, the possibility that he intends to fish is not ruled out."

"I'll find an opportunity to ask about his situation later on." Wu quickly said after seeing Yukiko's face turn pale.

"I'm really sorry." Yukiko bowed her head in frustration and apologized again.

"If you're really that sorry, you might as well teach Xiuyi how to do makeup from time to time." Wu suggested.

"Teach Akai-kun how to put on makeup?" Yukiko looked up at Takeshi in surprise.

"Yes, as you can see, his make-up skills are very poor." Wu replied, "I don't have much contact with him on weekdays, and Mary's side can't get in touch with him because of his status, so his make-up skills They are basically at the third-rate level learned from the FBI.”

"If you let him keep going, maybe one day the person who is good at makeup in the organization will notice something, and then reveal his details."

"Or, is there any limitation on your makeup skills? For example, if you don't pass on to a woman, or you have to learn from a teacher?" Wu asked after noticing that You Xizi's expression was a little strange.

"There are no restrictions. Besides, the teacher who taught me makeup passed away many years ago." Yukiko pinched the tip of her nose, and said with some embarrassment, "But I usually work with Yusaku In America, people come back to Japan only occasionally."

"Then teach him a little bit once in a while." Wu replied, "It's not something that can be done overnight."

"If Akai-kun has no problem, then I'd be happy to teach him makeup." Yukiko smiled and nodded, "Besides, it's a rare experience to teach one's own idol! I have no reason to refuse."

"Speaking of which, you always say that Xiuyi is your idol or something, what is it about him that you value so much?" Wu couldn't help asking curiously.

"Well, that kind of cold ascetic temperament. Plus he's the ace agent of the FBI." Yukiko nodded her lips, and then replied.

"Speaking of which, I don't think Wu-chan and Akai-kun are at all the same... You can't say that, there is still a little similarity in appearance." Yukiko looked at Wu, and then said.

"He looks more like his mother." Wu replied, "but the second son looks more like me."

"That famous Taiko?" Yuxiko's eyes lit up, and then she stretched out a hand to pinch Wu's chin, twisting slightly left and right.

"Speaking of it, it's really similar, except that he has a more stable temperament than you."

steady?

Just Hideyoshi?

"First impressions hurt people." Wu sighed helplessly.

Thinking about that person's performance without touching shogi, Takeshi couldn't help shaking his head and sighing.

Those who escaped did not look like an adult.

And also stubborn as hell.

I have never seen him take the initiative to find Miyamoto Yumi.

"What's wrong? Is there something wrong with what I said?'id='ran610'>侇?"

"When you have a chance to meet him in person in the future, you will understand." Wu twitched the corners of his mouth, and then replied.

We can't let him tell people that Hideyoshi is a jumping idiot.

Just when Wu and You Xizi were chatting happily, a petite figure suddenly appeared beside Wu, and waved at the bartender.

"A glass of whiskey!"

The bartender stood there, his expression a little tense.

He didn't say anything when the two adults ordered milk and juice just now.

But you, a kid who doesn't even seem to have graduated from elementary school, dare to order whiskey?

Believe it or not, if I put whiskey in front of you, the police will come and take me away?

"Give her a glass of milk too." Wu twitched the corners of his mouth and said, "The blame is on me."

"Ah! What a cute little sister!" Yukiko's eyes lit up when she saw the girl sitting next to her, and her hands were eager to try, as if she wanted to hug her.

"Wu Jiang, is this someone you know?"

Seeing Wu's wry smile, Yukiko decided to start with Wu.

"Mary...my wife." The corners of Wu's mouth began to twitch, "Well, Xiuyi and Zhenchun's mother."

Yukiko's expression froze instantly.

Ah this...

That ex-Kingsman from MI6?

Why is it like this?

Did he shrink his body after being fed that kind of drug like his own stupid son?

Ah, by the way, does this count as taking her husband to a bar and getting caught?

Messy thoughts will hit Xizi's brain, and he doesn't know what to say for a while.

Chapter 34 Fire Merge

Needless to say, the atmosphere was a little awkward.

But Yukiko is the one who breaks this weird atmosphere.

She seemed to be born with the talent to shift the topic to a crooked place, and unknowingly, the two mothers began to exchange their experiences in raising children.

Talking about how difficult it is for their children, the two sighed at the same time.

The rebellious son is not easy to manage, and the husband who likes to go out and ask for flowers is also not easy to manage.

It's hard to be a good wife.

The relationship between the two is inexplicably close.

Finally, they exchanged their contact information, and then parted ways.

"So, there really isn't any improper relationship between you two?" Mary asked Wu with sharp eyes.

"Really not." Wu replied with a serious face, "At most, I asked her to be a model a few times, and I took some photo album photos."

Mary opened and closed her mouth slightly, and looked at Wu with complicated eyes.

She dared to say this kind of answer, which made her not know how to answer it.

"Let me take a look at the photobook when I get back." Mary was silent for a few seconds, and then she said, "Also, why don't you ask me to be a model? Hongye or Xiangbaoli are also fine."

"Camera sense, my dear Mary." Wu reminded helplessly, "I'm holding a camera and dangling in front of you, what's your first reaction?"

"Just draw the gun and shoot." Mary responded in a second.

Then he looked a little embarrassed.

"Well, those who work as secret agents are a little bit shy about the camera."

"As long as Hongye is in front of the camera, she will involuntarily put up her frame, completely unable to show her original character."

"Xiangbaoli's camera sense is not very strong."

"But You Xizi is different. Anyway, she was also a well-known idol photo star back then. She has no sense of camera, and even the way she looks on camera is colorful."

crunch.

A sudden crisp sound made Wu couldn't help but shut up.

"Now take me to see those photos you took." Mary's voice sounded eerie in Wu's ear.

"Yes!"

Seeing that Mary was already clenching her fist, Wu straightened her body immediately.

Except for the two types of photo photos of the swimsuit maid and the French-style maid outfit that Musashi took away, all the other generals are displayed.

Mary frowned more and more.

To be honest, Yukiko is really photogenic.

Moreover, she can also see from these photos that Wu's photography skills are also slowly improving.

Reluctantly throwing the photo on the table, Mary looked at Wu with unfriendly eyes.

The words I want to complain are in my throat, but I just can't say them, and finally I can only sigh helplessly.

"Come with me." Mary grabbed Wu by the collar and dragged her into the bedroom.

At worst, she will correct her camera sense a little later.

In short, it feels really weird to let the photobooks next to your man be filled with photos of other people's wives!

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In the dark alley, two groups are stalemate.

On one side was a man in a black suit.

On the other side, there was a local gang with a terrified face and trembling hands and feet.

"The local gang is really rude." The woman who came out of the darkness raised her long hair by her ear, pointed her pistol at the gang leader opposite and sighed, "You actually embezzled money and cuties from others. "

"Weapons! We will obediently exchange those weapons for you! Please, please forgive us!" Seeing that the opponent even set up the bazooka, the cadre was so frightened that his legs went limp, and he begged for mercy.

"Do you think it's a matter of compensation?" Belmode sneered, "If you let us get by like this, wouldn't we be further looked down upon by your local gangs?"

"Then, what exactly do you want!" The cadre was about to cry.

"If Gin was still there, I would have killed every single member of your guild by now." Belmod said in a relaxed tone, "It's just a pity that that guy is missing now, even me People have to come to the front line to work.”

The cadre finally couldn't hold back the tears.

His well-established gang of hundreds of people now only has a dozen or so big and small cats around him, and the rest of them were all slaughtered by the other party.

You're not much better than that gin in your mouth!

"Call out the cutie and the money owed, and obediently obey all my orders from now on, then this time I can spare your lives." Belmode replied, glancing at his nails.

"Yes! We can agree to any request! As long as we can spare our lives!" The cadre immediately adjusted his posture, turning the paralyzed sitting into a soil seat.

And the rest of the dozen or so people behind him obediently put their weapons on the ground, and followed Tuxia to their seats.

Little life matters, everything else can be thrown away.

Hum - crunch -!

A white Mazda RX-7FD3S suddenly crossed the middle of Belmode and those gang members with a dangerous posture.

The man with wheat-colored skin got out of the driver's seat with a livid face.

"Ah, Bourbon, why are you here?" Belmode frowned and asked Bourbon who suddenly broke into the scene.

"Bermod, I should be the one asking you this." Bourbon stared at Belmod with an ugly face, "Why is there such a commotion?"

He has found no fewer than a hundred corpses along the way.

Although they are all gang members, the death of these people is enough to bring a lot of trouble to the Metropolitan Police Department and the police.

It was no different than a terrorist attack.

"It's Rum's order." Belmode replied lightly.

Bourbon's face froze instantly.

"If you want to complain, just complain to Rum." Someone behind Belmode shot away a gang member who was about to pick up the gun on the ground and give it to Bourbon, who had his back to them. .

"No, I didn't mean to question Rum." Bourbon quickly adjusted his emotions and suppressed his anger deep in his heart. "It's just that I want you to say hello to me before you act."

"After all, it's very troublesome to deal with the clues you guys left behind afterwards."

"Also, you have 3 minutes to leave the scene." Bourbon glanced at his watch, and then reminded, "In 3 minutes, the Metropolitan Police Department should be able to arrive."

"Heh..." Belmode raised his mouth slightly, then turned around and entered the darkness again.

After bowing respectfully to Bourbon, the people following her also followed.

The gang members ran for their lives like crazy.

Only Bourbon with a gloomy face was left standing there.

Chapter 35 Little Love Dies

"Suzuki Express Pass? Why give me this thing?" Looking at Sonoko sitting opposite the sofa, Wu looked at a loss.