Conan kissed me again and again, and Huiyuan was stunned

"Haoyue..."

Kudo Shinichi's pupils trembled slightly, and he was filled with mixed feelings.

Dongfang Haoyue smiled, gently scratched the back of Xinyi's smooth hand, and said happily to him:

"I have to go to school tomorrow. Good night, Shinichi~"

"Ok!"

Kudo Shinichi grasped Dongfang Haoyue's white and tender little hand, and swayed towards the throbbing little heart, with a slight blush on her pretty face, and responded gently:

"Good night, Haoyue, you have already occupied a large place in my heart."

"The new one..."

Dongfang Haoyue's black pupils sparkled with the light of love.

Her right hand was placed on Kudo Shinichi's chest, feeling his hot heartbeat meticulously. The desire for closeness gradually overflowed, and her cute face was stained with blushes of obsession.

Shinichi was dazzled, his handsome face revealing anticipation.

He moved his head little by little, and kissed Dongfang Haoyue's soft red lips passionately.

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The next day, the moon took over the sun's job of lighting.

The spacious first floor of the Mihua Mahjong Hall is crowded with customers and very noisy.

Kogoro Mori and his three mahjong friends gathered around a tall wooden table where mahjong tiles were stacked.

Dongfang Haoyue and Kudo Shinichi stood quietly side by side on Kogoro's left, watching him play mahjong with eagerness to try.

"Um......"

Maori Kogoro sat on the sofa, looking at the row of mahjong tiles on the table as if facing a great enemy, with his hands on his spread legs, and nervously deduced in his mind:

"Should we remove three two-cakes and play one?

No, wait, that would give you almost no chance of winning... but...

There's only one cake left outside, I may not be able to wait...!"

When Kogoro Mori thought about this, he became extremely conflicted.

suddenly!

"Clap!"

Kudo Shinichi jumped out.

He hid on the left side of Kogoro Mori, quietly raised his right hand, snapped his fingers arrogantly, and unscrupulously played the mahjong tile called Go-bing on behalf of Kogoro.

"Hey, you bastard!!"

Maori Kogoro's pupils suddenly shrank, and he grabbed Kudo Shinichi, who had no time to escape, and hugged him to his lap. He lowered his head, looked at him fiercely, and angrily scolded him:

"You're touching my cards again!!"

Actually...

Mouri Kogoro complained angrily in his heart:

"You little brat, even if the cards you played can make me win, but these cards were not played by me personally, I can't experience the joy of winning at all!

Besides, I don’t gamble money when I play mahjong, so it won’t matter if I win!!

Forget it, forget it, I'll just play your way reluctantly!"

Maori Kogoro held Kudo Shinichi's soft belly with his left hand, pushed the five cakes forward with his right hand, and complained helplessly:

"Really? You can't take back the cards you've played."

at the same time.

Dongfang Haoyue stood to the left of Maori Kogoro, with his hands in his pockets, looking him up and down thoughtfully, and said in his heart:

"I always feel that Detective Mori doesn't know what card to play, so he just follows Shinichi..."

"Kogoro."

A middle-aged man, Hasegawa was wearing a light brown sleeveless vest and a light gray shirt, and had a thin build.

He sat in front of Maori Kogoro to the right, with his right wrist against the edge of the table, his left elbow supporting the wooden table, his palm resting on his left chin, and tilted his head to look at Kogoro, complaining uninterestedly:

"You might as well let them go home. It's such a bummer."

"Ah ha ha......"

Kogoro Mori smiled awkwardly and was about to smooth things over.

"I think this is great!"

A middle-aged man, Okano, was wearing an orange sweater and was rather fat.

He sat across the wooden table from Maori Kogoro, his left hand hanging down to the left, holding a cigarette with gray smoke rising from it, looking at Hasegawa cheerfully, and explained calmly:

"Kogoro is in good shape today. It would be a good thing to give him some obstacles."

As Okano was talking, he played a mahjong tile at will.

Kudo Shinichi's eyes sparkled, he raised his hands high, almost hitting Maori Kogoro's chin, and cheered excitedly:

"Won!!"

"Great!!!"

Dongfang Haoyue raised his hands high, extremely excited.

Okano was startled, and his cigarette fell off and fell straight onto the table. He quickly put out the cigarette and looked at Maori Kogoro in disbelief, with a few drops of sweat flowing down his cheeks. He subconsciously said in surprise:

"what?"

"All the same color, twice as full!!"

Maori Kogoro pushed his mahjong tiles aside and laughed happily:

"Hahaha!!!"

"That's great, uncle!!"

Kudo Shinichi put his hands on the wooden table and looked at Mouri Kogoro with a smile.

Dongfang Haoyue was slightly stunned. He put his hands behind his back and clasped them together. He looked back and forth at Shinichi and Kogoro who were enjoying themselves. He said in a confused vision in his heart:

“What’s going on…?

Why do I feel like I am seeing an old father and his young son? ? ? "

"Hahaha!!!"

Maori Kogoro restrained his laughter slightly, leaned back comfortably, rested his hands on the back of the chair, and celebrated happily:

"I win again~!"

The voice just fell.

"what?"

Hasegawa watched Okano throw his cigarette into the transparent ashtray in front of him on the right, and then stand up to leave. He confirmed with confusion:

"Okano, are you leaving?"

"Yes."

As Okano walked away, he turned back to look at Hasegawa, waved goodbye politely, and explained in a bad mood:

"Today's luck is too bad. I can't play anymore."

Three seconds later.

"What should we do now."

A middle-aged man wearing a black sweater and looking honest.

He sat in front of Maori Kogoro on the left, with his hands on the table. He looked at Kogoro and Hasegawa steadily, and asked for his advice honestly:

"We are short of one person. Would it be better to call someone else?"

"Yes, I need to call another person."

Hasegawa looked at the honest man and said warmly:

"I'll go call Mr. Fei Tian."

"Mr. Fatada?"

Kogoro Mouri put Kudo Shinichi down casually and looked at Hasegawa curiously.

Hasegawa stood up and walked steadily towards the closed glass window far in front of Kogoro's left, and took out a lighter and cigarette box from his trouser pocket.

Eight seconds later.

"look here."

Hasegawa stopped, holding a cigarette with gray smoke rising from it, and turned to look at Maori Kogoro. He clenched his right fist and gently tapped the glass window behind him, and made an introductory judgment:

"Across the street, the second floor of Feitian Financial Company, which specializes in issuing legal high-interest loans, has lights on. Chairman Feitian Manhong, who likes to play mahjong, should still be in the company."

A short time later, it was 7:30 in the evening.

Hasegawa was standing outside the counter not far behind and to the left of Kogoro Mori, holding the receiver of the landline phone in his left hand to his ear.

Dongfang Haoyue and Kudo Shinichi stood quietly on Kogoro's left and could not hear the sound coming from the microphone.

"Hey?"

On the phone, Hieda Manhong greeted indifferently:

"This is Feitian Financial Company."

"Hey, Chairman Feitian!"

Hasegawa looked ahead and joked cheerfully:

"You are still in the company!"