Conan’s Denial of Confession

"I'm nothing, the old telephone pole is fragile, but you idiot, you must have not noticed how Xiaolan's hands are."

"Xiao Lan's hand?"

Kudo Shinichi just remembered that Xiao Ran also punched the telephone pole, and Amamiya Noriko's hands were red. Xiao Ran didn't know what to do!

Just as he was about to go after Xiaolan, he found that Amamiya Noriko was jogging reservedly, chasing after Xiaolan.

Directly reaching out and grabbing Xiaolan's hand, she looked very concerned and worried.

nothing happened to him...

Amamiya Noriko glanced at Kudo Shinichi, don't think I won't steal your wife if I don't beat you.

"Kiko Kiko!"

Sonoko ran out of nowhere, held Noriko Amamiya's hand and whispered to her, we will go to Tropical Paradise on the weekend! !

Amamiya Noriko gave her a like, Sonoko, you are really brave, but this weekend is no ordinary date.

Xiaolan wondered, "Sonoko, what are you talking to Noriko?"

"Hehehe, it's nothing, anyway, it's to make Xiaolan's husband love you more."

Yuanzi blinked at Xiaolan, and Xiaolan's face turned red: "What are you talking about, Yuanzi!"

"Xiao Lan, don't worry, I'll do things, don't worry!"

Sonoko patted her chest, then dragged Amamiya Noriko to go first, to discuss the plan in secret.

Amamiya Noriko will not play with Sonoko this time, and she has to persuade Sonoko to withdraw. This tropical paradise is not so lively. Gin, vodka, Chianti, Cohen, the probability of accidental encounters is still quite large. She definitely won't let the garden pass.

On the other side, Kudo Shinichi and Xiaolan were bickering and sparring on their way home, and two pairs of eyes looked at them from a car parked on the side of the road.

The fat aunt wearing triangular glasses in the passenger seat said: "No, I finally went back to Japan, but I left without meeting my son. It's a pity that I changed my face to surprise my son. Dress it up."

Saying that, she stretched out her hand and tore off her mask, revealing the very beautiful appearance of Yukiko Kudo, with a very regretful expression.

"It's all in vain now."

The masked man in the driver's seat coaxed helplessly, "Okay, I'm just going back to Japan to get some old materials. I'll find a chance to play cross-dressing next time."

As he spoke, he also took off his mask, revealing Kudo Yusaku's face, and smiled at his wife.

"Also, we used to be light bulbs."

Looking at the front, her son and Xiaolan were playful and playful, somewhat intimate, and Yukiko Kudo was very moved: "Ah, I really want to disturb them and make Shinichi dislike me!"

Kudo Yusaku twitched the corners of his mouth.

A few days later.

Tropical Paradise.

Amamiya Noriko came here earlier to investigate the terrain.

Both the roller coaster and the Ferris wheel are quite conspicuous. Vodka and Gin chose to take the roller coaster at that time, and it was quite fascinating to check whether there was any abnormality in the tropical paradise on the roller coaster.

On the roller coaster, you have to use binoculars to see the situation in the park, what a hunk.

Why don't you ride the Ferris wheel? However, the appearance of gin and vodka sitting on the Ferris wheel together is a bit strong.

A man wearing a formal suit, his hair meticulously combed, and wearing a park staff badge on his chest passed by behind her, subconsciously attracted his attention.

She has soft and fluffy long hair, and is wearing a somewhat wide white trench coat with a knee-length chiffon dress, small leather shoes, and mid-tube socks with small lace. Guan is a pretty cute girl from the side.

The other party looked up at the Ferris wheel slightly, like an innocent girl who longed for a starry sky.

Although he knew that he shouldn't do this during working hours, he still couldn't help walking over slowly, in order not to frighten the pure and quiet white rabbit-like opponent, he said in a light tone as much as possible: "This lady, Are you here alone?"

"Um?"

Amamiya Noriko was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at the staff of this park, and the other party was obviously stunned when he saw his face.

This situation is not uncommon, but she couldn't help but pause when she looked at the face opposite.

"Huh? It seems a little familiar. When should I have rejected his confession?"

It might have been a long time, and she didn't even remember it.

Or the other party may have changed a lot.

Most of the people who were rejected by Noriko Amamiya will be reformed, a small number of them are more extreme... With Kudo Shinichi backing, what else can you say, just come.

Amamiya Noriko blinked her clear and pure eyes lightly and looked at the other party, as if she knew a little, but she didn't remember much.

"Are you Noriko Amamiya?"

The staff of the park recovered from the sluggishness and confirmed with excitement and nervousness.

Amamiya Noriko nodded lightly: "Well... Who are you? I should know you."

"Yeah, I used to dye blond hair, in the game hall, the last hope of the Han Dynasty!"

"Lying... wow... Emperor Xian of Han."

Amamiya Noriko looked at his meticulous formal attire. You used to be a blond gangster who didn't do a proper job. Suddenly, successful people look like you~www.NovelMTL.com~ As expected of me, Ah Dou helped him up.

Facing Kiko Amamiya's bright and shining eyes, as if with adoring eyes, he couldn't help blushing: "In the past, you were too young, you have to mature, you have grown up a little, you are very cute and beautiful. , is a real beauty."

"Big brother is really, everyone is embarrassed to say it."

Amamiya Noriko made herself shy for a moment, then noticed the other party's job card: "What's the job eldest brother is now? It should be very powerful."

"No, no, it's normal, he's just a supervisor, but Amamiya can play whatever he wants in the park. Big brother still has the power."

Amamiya Noriko saw that he was still a little proud, and yes, from a blond punk to the director of the park, you have the qualifications to be proud, come and come, let's chat and give you a chance.

Not long after, a black Porsche 356A stopped at the entrance of Tropical Paradise. There was a stout man in a suit, hat and sunglasses, as well as a black trench coat and hat, and a slender man with long silver hair.

Both of them looked at this paradise with kind smiles.

On the other side, Chianti, with short orange-red hair and a dark and trendy outfit, also got out of the car on the other side, slightly looking up at the paradise in front of him.

The eyes with the swallowtail butterfly tattoo on the left eye smiled coldly: "It's better to give me a chance to shoot, don't come for nothing, Paradise."

Next to him, Cohen was carrying a black guitar case behind him, wearing a black baseball cap and round-lens black goggles. He turned his head to look at the Ferris wheel.

I watched for a long time.