I was written into Ke Xue's comics and turned my fate

Although he guessed that the person in front of him was probably the target of the mission, Jiang Lai had no other plans.

After all, he is not the person in charge of the action, is he?Just backstage support staff.

Thoughts swirled in Jiang Lai's mind.

Moreover, for this mission, the organization did not provide photos of Curacao and the target in advance, so it was reasonable that they could not identify them.

He didn't want to take jobs for himself and cause trouble.What a happy behind-the-scenes fishing crew!

So, the little sheep Jiang Lai blinked his eyes and refused, "No, I won't drink."

He wanted to pick up his orange juice and leave, but Fukuyama Junshima casually moved the glass away and continued talking.

"Haha, are you cautious, kid? Don't be so polite. Seeing you reminds me of my good nephew, and I can't help showing kindness." Fukuyama Jundao continued to smile.

Jiang Lai: ... What kind of greasy name is a kid, yue! !I am an adult! !

When Jiang Lai glanced past Fukuyama Jundao, he happened to meet Curacao.Curacao stared at him with strange-colored eyes, and raised his hand as if straightening his collar, but Jiang Lai recognized the gesture she made to him—it was a secret signal for a meeting.

On the surface, as Rum's confidant, Curacao is more trusted by Rum than they are, and she also occupies a dominant position in this mission. Therefore, she has seen the photos and information of her teammates in advance. Naturally, at this time Recognized the little sheep ice wine.

Curacao used simple movements and eyes to signal Jiang Lai to get in touch with this man further, so as to facilitate the task that will be held later.

Jiang Lai: "..." Ah, here.

I am a technical support staff! !Now is this going to become an intelligence officer plus a fighter in a second?Honey traps and the like... are not things I am good at!

And in the face of this high-quality old pervert in the oil field, I don't want to use honey traps at all, eh!

After complaining in his heart, the little sheep Jiang Lai adjusted his attitude on the face, and he put on an expression of hesitation after hearing Fukuyama Jundao's words.

"Why don't you sit down and have a chat first? If you don't like St. John's cocktail, you can order it yourself, kid?" Fukuyama Junshima smiled, made a gesture of invitation, and pointed to the small round table next to him.

"It's been many years since I saw my nephew. I really miss my nephew." Fukuyama Junshima sighed, as if he had aged a lot in an instant, "It would be great if you would sit down and chat with my old uncle, It’s a consolation—of course, it doesn’t matter if you don’t want to.”

The other party has already talked about this, and it is really hard to refuse.However, the little sheep, Jiang Lai, of course knows that this is another layer of routine speech traps, but at this moment, he is also willing to follow this ladder to make emotional changes and complete the task.

"Ah... If you want to chat, it's ok, sir." The little sheep Jiang Lai nodded, and he followed the other party's guidance to his position, "Hello, Mr. Fukuyama, I'm Weilai Watanabe."

He really didn't want to hear the "little friend" address that made people get goosebumps all over his body, so he took the opportunity to say his name, hoping that this old pervert would call him by his name.

"Ah, it's Watanabe-kun. Is the kid's name Wei Lai? It's a bit of a rare name." Fukuyama Junshima nodded with a smile, and sat across from the little sheep Jiang Lai, "It's as cute as your little mouth fetish."

Jiang Lai: "..." What kind of high-quality oil is this in the world!

He's almost ptsd on "kids" and "cute"! !Is this Fushan an oilfield elf? ! yue! !

I don't even want to bring this mouth fetish...! (Cat Vomits Rainbow.jpg)

At this moment, Jiang Lai felt that he had not punched the old pervert, and that he was already a member of the organization with high professionalism during his mission, and deserved to be awarded a dedication award.

The smile on the little sheep Jiang Lai's face faded away: "Mr. Fushan, please don't call me that, I'm already an adult." This is a bit of a temper that normal people would have.

"Haha, good!" Fukuyama Junshima replied very readily, he waved his hand, beckoned Curacao to come over, and said in a casual tone, "Katori, go back to my room to prepare, and give our Watanabe-kun a... small gift. "

Apparently, Katori was Curacao's pseudonym at this time.Her expression remained unchanged, she nodded and said, "Understood, sir."

Fukuyama Jundao turned to the little sheep Jiang Lai, with a smiling elder expression on his face: "Watanabe-san, let's chat and drink first, and if the dance floor here is too noisy later, we can go back to the room and continue chatting—— I have a small private room here."

His half-cloudy blue eyes stared at the person in front of him, and his kindly smiling face and serious attire couldn't hide the sticky malice underneath.

The little sheep, Jiang Lai, blinked his eyes, and on the surface responded obediently. He continued to vomit in his heart, and by the way, he was thinking about how to deal with this old pervert if he really wanted to enter the house later, without affecting his mission and himself. Beat up.

Jiang Lai: Perverts should receive socialist iron fist education!

Curacao obeyed Fukuyama Junshima's order and prepared to go back to his small room first.Before she raised her head and was about to leave, her eyes seemed to glance over inadvertently, and she met the little sheep Jiang Lai.

There was a suggestion in those sharp heterochromatic pupils. In the blind spot of other people's sight, Curacao's lips moved slightly, indicating that the ice wine would hold him back.

Jiang Lai: "..." Ah, so the things are in this old pervert's house?

In short, Curacao intends to take advantage of this excellent and suitable opportunity to search the room of this old pervert?

Curacao's super memory allows her to remember a lot of things in a short period of time. Therefore, she only needs to find the document that records the data and browse through it in this gap. It is like a self-propelled USB flash drive. Corruption of data due to defense system.

Roughly imitating Curacao's meaning and action intention in his heart, the little sheep Jiang Lai sighed in his heart: If I knew it earlier, I wouldn't have come to refill the cup... As a result, now I have become the core core staff in the front row from the fringe fishing technicians.

Jiang Lai even thought wildly in his heart, otherwise, after returning home, he would go to the place where bad luck is expelled when he has time, wondering if he can get rid of the aura of perverted attraction on his body.

Another bodyguard-like figure beside Jundao Fukuyama handed Jiang Lai the drink list, and said at the same time, "What would Watanabe-kun want to drink?"

Let yourself choose.The little sheep Jiang Lai sneered in his heart.After receiving the wine list, I saw a series of wine names with English cursive characters on it.

Jiang Lai doesn't know much about cocktails. At this moment, he only glanced at the price behind and said, "Anything is fine? Are you here to treat me?"

His dark eyes were lifted up, they were the pure and bright color of a lamb, and a few strands of brown curly hair stuck to his cheeks.

"Yes." There was a smile in Fukuyama Junshima's semi-cloudy blue eyes, and his thick voice was deliberately drawn out, "Watanabe-kun, anything is fine."

The little sheep Jiang Lai lowered his eyes.

Although it is to organize public funds for food and drink reimbursement, it is not impossible to exploit the high-quality abnormality of this oil field now.In short, we must make the other party feel uncomfortable and hurt.

Moreover, if you delay the other party, you have to do something, so that this guy can ignore the concept of time.

"Ah... well," the brown-haired boy scanned the price list, with a sheep-like smile on his face, and pointed to the most expensive models, "then this one, this one, and this one."

The service staff around me quickly wrote it down, but it wasn't over yet.The little sheep Jiang Lai turned a page, read the name of the wine while reading, chanting non-stop in a soft voice.

Although the service staff around me were stunned that the other party had ordered so many, they continued to write with a very professional quality.

Seeing that the little sheep Jiang Lai didn't intend to stop, Fukuyama Jundao's smile became a bit stiff, the wrinkles on his face were crowded together, and the baggy eyes were slightly gloomy at this moment.

"Well, Watanabe-kun is new to this, right?" Fukuyama Junshima casually interrupted Jiang Lai's order, and asked with a smile, "Is this the first time you've come to a bar? I see that you're interested in a lot of alcohol."

"Yes." The little sheep Jiang Lai raised his face, showing a harmless face, "You asked me to order, I really don't know what to order. They all look very interesting, so I just ordered them all .”

He replied in a curious and lively tone.

The bartender moved gracefully and swiftly, and quickly placed a bunch of cocktails that Little Sheep Jiang Lai had blindly ordered just now on the table. The half-sized round table was full of colorful cocktails, and each cup was full of money.

"Well, I'm a fledgling and don't know the rules. I understand." Fukuyama Junshima nodded and smiled. He watched the glasses of cocktails being placed on the table and gestured, "Then, Watanabe-kun, you're welcome."

He folded his wrinkled and rough hands together, put them on his chin, and said with a smile: "However, since you ordered it, you can't waste it. Watanabe-kun has to drink all of it—this is the rule."

Fukuyama Junshima's voice settled down, carrying a bit of the majesty of an elder.

The little sheep Jiang Lai is like a naive college student who has just grown up. He doesn't seem to understand what it means to drink all these cocktails, but just glances at the drinks on the table with curious and happy eyes.

"Huh? It looks delicious in all colors, can I have a sip of each one first?"

"Of course." Fukuyama Junshima smiled, and raised his hand to hand over the latest benjamin cocktail, "Come on, Watanabe-kun, try this, you'll like it."

"Hey? It looks like orange juice is floating on this surface." The little sheep blinked his dark eyes, and his braids slid to one side, "Let me try!"

The little sheep, Jiang Lai, raised his hand to catch it, but someone else took the wine glass faster than him.

A man with pale blond hair suddenly appeared behind Jiang Lai. He bent slightly, put one hand on the little sheep's shoulder, and took the goblet with the other. His purple-gray eyes stared at Fukuyama Jun who was opposite him. Island, with a perfectly curved smile on his face: "Ah, I'm sorry, but my brother can't drink."

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