Ke Xue: Let Me Be A Flower Picker, The Female Character Is So Excited

"Baga, what reason do I have to kill the master!" the housekeeper retorted.

Chen Jian looked at Mouri Kogoro, "Uncle Mouri, look at the photo on the table, the young man and the housekeeper in the photo..."

Mouri Kogoro is still very smart, "Oh! Let me, a famous detective, give you a reason. The young man in the photo is your son. Your son was forced to commit suicide by Horita Kogoro. In order to take revenge, you blew up Horita Kogoro. .”

Chen Jian quickly clapped his hands, "Yes! Uncle Mouri is really insightful and sees every detail. He's right!"

Everyone was shocked, it turned out to be so!

Instead, the housekeeper breathed a sigh of relief and said, "You are indeed the famous detective on TV."

"Your blowing up Horita Kozo was just a false shot. Your bigger intention was to use Horita Kozo's birthday party to recruit his daughter, Miss Fumiko, to come back and design to kill Miss Fumiko." Chen Jian added, and everyone was shocked again.

"Ah, you, how do you know this?" The butler's originally relaxed expression turned into surprise, and he even took a step back.

The housekeeper's expression quickly turned into anger: "It was Miss Fumiko who abandoned my son and caused my son to commit suicide in despair. I can't spare her.'

"You are wrong. Miss Wenzi loves your son deeply." Chen Jian casually put the necklace worn by Miss Wenzi on the table.

The pendant opens to reveal a photo of the butler's son.

"Why is Miss Wenzi still single? She just can't forget your son. The reason why she ran away from home is because she can't forgive what her father did." Chen Jian said loudly.

The housekeeper looked at the photo of his son in the necklace and gradually burst into tears and knelt down on the table.

At this time, Miss Wenzi appeared and looked at Chen Jian tenderly.

If there is one person who can make her affectionate woman forget about her housekeeper's son and help her get over her endless grief, then it is Chen Jian.

Unfortunately, Chen Jian doesn't like her type very much.

Therefore, Chen Jian chose to avoid her eyes.

Miss Fumiko had no choice but to walk to the window, raise her face, look at Tōyama outside the window, and said while crying:

"I can't forgive my father, let alone your son."

"Your son doesn't care about anything and allows you, a father, to do these things and abandon me and leave alone."

"How could he bear to leave me!"

Xiao Ran was so moved that she burst into tears.

Chen Jian couldn't help but glance at Miss Wenzi.

Miss Fumiko has short hair, a black coat, narrow skirt, black stockings, and black shoes, giving her a sense of desolation.

But Chen Jian really doesn't like her, so forget it and respect her personal destiny.

Perhaps, being able to miss someone for a long time is also a kind of happiness.

You don’t have to be Chen Jian’s woman.

Chen Jian had already saved her life, so there was no need for Mi Qingdong to come home.

Soon, police officer Qie Mu Shisan arrived with his personnel.

It's so timely, as timely as the police's final appearance in the movie.

[Ding, congratulations to the host for completing a good citizen task and obtaining 800 divisions of labor.

Chen Jian drove Xiao Ran and Mouri Kogoro back to Tokyo.

As soon as I arrived at Mouri Detective Agency, I saw the news on TV:

"Insert a piece of news. Mr. Yosui, the president of Sisui Group, which ranks sixth in terms of strength in the country, passed away due to illness a few days ago. The important responsibility of the group fell on his daughter Reika Sisui. There are rumors...

At this time, Chen Jian also received a call from Shijing Reika: "Jianjun, my dad is gone!"

"I saw the news, I'm going to find you now." Chen Jian hung up the phone, because he knew that at this time, no matter how much he said, it was better to be by the other person's side as soon as possible.

Chen Jian bid farewell to Xiao Ran Mouri Kogoro, Xiao Ran had a complicated expression.

Chen Jian kissed Xiao Ran and said seriously: "You can never be replaced."

Xiao Ran hugged Chen Jian and said, "Go quickly and be safe on the road. As long as Jianjun remembers me, I will be satisfied."

When Chen Jian came to Si Jing's house, Si Jing Lihua was already dressed in black.

Sijing Lihua trotted and threw herself into Chen Jian's arms, "Jianjun, sing." "

Chen Jian hugged Lihua and patted her back with both hands, "I'm here, I'll accompany you."

After two days and one night, Mr. Si Jing was laid to rest.

At home in Sijing Villa, Chen Jian was resting on the sofa with Lihua in his arms.

"Jianjun, would you like to be the president of our group?" Lihua whispered, for fear of being rejected.

"But, I have never been a president, and the main reason is that I don't like to be restrained." Chen Jian said frankly.

"It doesn't matter, you just need to be the president. Mr. Rokuda will be responsible for the specific operations of the group, and you have the final decision-making power." Lihua said seriously.

"Is this your own decision?" Chen Jian was confused.

(Qian Li's) "This is what my father told me before he died. Let me be responsible for the financial aspects. I will also gradually learn the group's financial management. But the most important thing is that you can serve as the president, Jianjun."

Lihua really listened to her father's words. No matter what, she must tie the Sijing Group and Chen Jian together.

Lihua, who was still dressed in black, hugged Chen Jian tightly and wanted to move.

Chen Jian happened to see the portrait of Mr. Sijing not far away.

"Lihua, don't..." Chen Jian covered himself with one hand.

"Jianjun, Jianjun!" Lihua didn't listen, she just didn't listen.

"Okay, I agree!" Chen Jian compromised.

"Promise what?" Lihua stopped moving her hands and Zhang asked.

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