I was in Conan, and after picking up Xiao Ai, I was chased by Hongzi.

"Explain what?"

Belmode put his legs up again.

"It's...how should I put it...this is the scene." Otoi Hiroshi said.

"Well... I fell asleep because I was too sleepy." She rubbed her sleepy eyes.

"Is this a reason?" Otoi Hiroshi took her leg off again, "I remember that I locked the door."

"Oh, I used a wire to pry the door lock open." She simply moved her body closer to Otoi Hiroshi.

"I'm angry." Hiroshi Otoi said coldly.

But Belmode didn't seem to care about his feelings at all, and he came close again and buried his head in his chest.

Otoi Hiroshi's arms gently wrapped around her waist.

Belmode smiled and closed his eyes.

The next moment, Otoi Hiroshi suddenly pressed her down with force.

"Why is the majestic Witch with a Thousand Faces interested in a little person like me?" His tone was flat and his eyes were indifferent.

Belmod didn't panic at all, but bit his lip and said, "Who knows. Otherwise, you can just guess."

"Then don't blame me for being rude."

"What are you going to do?" Belmode asked curiously.

I saw Otoi Hiroshi retreating from her body, his fingertips sliding all the way down her tender thighs.

Then he suddenly grabbed her slender ankle.

Belmod suddenly panicked and quietly stretched his arms under the pillow.

"Are you looking for this?"

Hiroshi Otoi shook the lady's pocket pistol in his hand, then threw it to the ground.

Then, with Belmode's panicked look on his face, he pulled her long legs hard onto his thigh.

"Actually, I just want an explanation." He looked at Belmode.

Belmod's cheeks were slightly red, and he turned his face away without saying anything.

Otoi Hiroshi sighed, stretched out his fingers and gently slid across the soft arch of Belmod's feet.

Belmod's body trembled and he gasped slightly.

But there was still no compromise.

His fingers continued to exert force.

I saw Belmod suppressing a smile and kicking his little feet unconsciously.

The strong stimulation made her tense up, and her crystal-clear toes stretched straight.

"Hahahahaha..." Belmod finally stopped.

The soft waist trembled up and down like a water snake.

"Hahahaha...enough, enough, don't do it anymore!" She kept begging for mercy in a trembling voice.

But Hiroshi Otoi was so emotional that he never stopped holding his hands.

Until Belmod paralyzed on the bed, dripping with sweat...

Otoi Hiroshi did not continue, but sat on a chair and lit a cigarette.

The room became quiet, and only Belmod's blushing gasps could be heard occasionally.

It wasn't until Hiroshi Otoi lit his third cigarette that she sat up from the bed.

She straightened her messy nightgown a little, sat on the edge of the bed and crossed her legs, with a faint blush on her fair legs.

She lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and then puffed out white smoke from her delicate lips.

"Lark, do you really not remember me?"

She looked out the window, her eyes as clear as the autumn sky full of exhaustion.

"What?" Otoi Hiroshi was stunned for a moment, her voice was too low.

"It's nothing."

She shook her head and had no intention of talking anymore. She put out the cigarette butt, turned around and lay on the bed again and closed her eyes.

"Inexplicable woman." Otoi Hiroshi shook his head and lay down on the bed.

He stayed close to the bed, leaving about 20 centimeters between him and Belmod's body.

Belmode opened her eyes again and looked at his back lying down, her eyes filled with memories, tenderness and affection.

"Good night, Bad boy." Her lips moved slightly but she made no sound.

The next day, Vodka looked at his watch and saw that it was almost time for the transaction.

Lark hasn't shown up yet.

His Ferrari was parked outside, indicating that he had not gone back.

Just come to the room to find him.

"Lark, it's time to go on a mission." Vodka opened the door.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw a messy bed.

Hiroshi Otoi is sleeping.

Belmode was sleeping with Hiroshi Otoi in her arms.

"Sorry, forgive me..." Vodka muttered and carefully closed the door.

But when he opened the door, he had already woken up Otoi Hiroshi.

It wasn't until he went out that Otoi Hiroshi opened his eyes.

"Fortunately, it's vodka. If it's gin, I'm afraid it would have been shot." He looked at Belmode beside him speechlessly.

"Hey, it's time to wake up." Otoi Hiroshi called casually.

Belmode said a dispensable "hmm" without making any move.

Forget it, too lazy to care about him.

Looking at the time, we have to go to the Cupido Hotel quickly.

He tidied himself up neatly.

She then pulled up the quilt that had been kicked to her feet, covering her perfect figure.

As soon as I went out, I thought about it and locked the door again.

I don’t know what she used to pick the lock, but the lock was not broken.

That's great, and it saves the organization a lot of money.

It was only him and Vodka who traveled today. Gin was nowhere to be seen, and he didn't know what he was doing.

He simply drove his Porsche 356A directly to the Cupido Hotel.

The room where the deal was agreed is in room 407 on the fourth floor.

Knock gently on the door three times.

The door opened, and an old man with a wretched appearance and a short stature stuck his head out.

He first looked around to make sure there were no outsiders, and then hurriedly welcomed Otoi Hiroshi and Vodka in.

The curtains in the room were tightly drawn, and the lights were only dimly lit.

The space is small and dark, which is quite suitable for a trading site.

"Mr. President Fukuyama, are you ready with the money you agreed on?" Vodka took out the pistol from his inner pocket.

"Of course, the money is all here. You really won't tell anything about me." Old man Fukuyama took out a large suitcase and placed it on the table.

Seeing Vodka wink at him, Hiroshi Otoi stepped forward and opened the box directly.

Neatly piles of Japanese yen were lying in the box. Judging by the amount, it was enough to reach the 300 million yuan that Gin said.

"That's right. You see, I did everything you asked me to do. Where are my things?" Old Man Fukuyama asked hurriedly.

"Hmph, of course we will keep our word." Hiroshi Otoi took out a USB flash drive from his pocket.

"Give me the USB flash drive!" Old man Fukuyama was a little anxious. He looked at Otoi Hiroshi and the vodka at the same time.

"You're not trying to play any tricks, are you?" Hiroshi Otoi held the USB flash drive in his hand and played with it, not letting him get it so smoothly.

"No, absolutely not."

"Then..." Hiroshi Otoi threw the USB flash drive to him, "Here you go."

I saw old man Fushan excitedly receiving the USB flash drive. He looked at it carefully for a long time, and after confirming that there was no problem, his face suddenly darkened.

"How dare you threaten me? Haven't you investigated what I did before..."

He put his hands behind his back, looking confident.

Otoi Hiroshi ignored him and closed the box containing the cash with a smile. He had already checked it, and there was no problem with the quantity and authenticity.

There’s no cliché of having a bunch of padding underneath.

Then he calmly took out his pistol, loaded it, and pointed it at President Fukuyama.

"You talk too much."

[Question: Who was the famous painter in the Tang Dynasty who was called the "Sage of Painting"? 】