At the same time, in a dark room, a computer flashed fluorescent lights.

A girl with brown hair sits in front of the computer. At the age of eighteen, she is like a green strawberry, crystal clear and attractive, but also has the exotic charm of a mixed race.

The cold eyes make people wonder how to thaw the cold princess.

The website I'm staring at on my computer is exactly the same as Mao Lilan's website, it's the official website of Fusha Painting.

The girl has been staring at the bag, the collector's edition bag.

Finally, I couldn't stand it anymore, so I picked up my phone, and at the time marked 10:45, which was close to 11 o'clock, I sent a message to the contact marked "Sister" in the contact bar of the phone.

[Sister, let’s attend Fusha Painting Company’s press conference together next week (smiley face)]

After sending the message, the girl suddenly felt infinitely lonely.

Lift your slender legs up, then place them on the edge of the chair, wrap your arms around your knees, and curl up.

It seems that in this way, a trace of warmth is retained.

"I forgot, my sister is assigned to work, so she should be resting now."

Therefore, I am alone and will not reply to text messages.

"Dudu————!"

[Okay, let’s go together next week. Go to bed early, Shiho]

Also, much warmer.

Even if you have bad luck, it's still not bad.

Shiho picked up the coffee next to the table, took a sip, and switched the page of Fushuai's official website to a page of experimental data again.

Stay up late and start working.

…

At this moment, Mao Lilan had just forced her father to go to the bathroom to wash up, and vowed that at least today he would not secretly go to the mahjong parlor.

There is only the last hour left before the end of today.

A useless oath.

After Moori Kogoro begged in every possible way, the 500,000 neon coins were finally divided into 30 and 20. Kogoro received the 200,000 dividend and could continue to go to the mahjong room tomorrow, or go to a certain Mama-san for a drink.

For example, the high-end places in Ginza, Towako Mama-san...

"Xiaolan, go to bed early by yourself."

In my mind, I recalled Mamasang's delicate hands, kneading them in my palms. The wonderful feeling was more fascinating than the actual two hundred thousand neon coins.

Humming a little tune, Kogoro rushed into the bathroom, shaking his towel.

"Yes, I understand, dad... 300,000 yuan. If you go on a date with Shinichi, you can buy some souvenirs from the aquarium and go to the garden."

In essence, the living expenses of 200,000 yuan are enough for Xiaolan to live without any shortage of money.

Together with Yuanzi, you can occasionally go to a cafe, order a mocha, and have a tiramisu, and enjoy the afternoon quietly.

After a little saving, if I went to the United States with Shinichi for a few days and exchanged it for one thousand US dollars, it would be enough to spend.

My mind continues to think...

Later, there were his mother, Concubine Yingli, and his younger brother, Gongsheng...

But the two of them don't seem to be short of money. Basically, they pay the bill every time they eat or play.

"Lan, your clothes are not washed, so wash mine too!"

A sudden sound from the bathroom interrupted Mao Lilan's thoughts.

Nodding subconsciously...

Then I blushed suddenly, remembering that my underwear, top and bottom, was all left unwashed in the clothes rack.

"Hey, Dad, don't mix your dirty clothes with my clothes!"

He quickly shouted towards the bathroom.

He just yelled because Mao Lilan couldn't open the bathroom door at all.

This is the great inconvenience in the life of father and daughter, and it becomes more and more embarrassing as the age increases.

Sometimes, when the smelly pants were left on her daughter's clothes, Xiaolan had to rub soap with her hands three times in a row and use four basins of water to barely remove the smell.

Songs were still humming in the bathroom, and the water storage mark on the water heater kept going down.

"Really, it's like this every time."

Pouting angrily.

Mao Lilan returned to her boudoir and slammed the door to express her inner dissatisfaction.

"If you can move out and find a good friend to live with..."

Mao Lilan thought of Suzuki Sonoko arriving at the right time to get up in the morning and helping her solve the problem of not being able to pick buttons with her hands behind her back, as well as the fight between her two best friends.

Making bad jokes about girls.

Thinking of this, Mao Lilan couldn't help but cover her buttocks with her hands.

In the morning, I was slapped by Yuanzi and said with a disgusted face, "Cheap reasoning idiot".

"It's not cheap...Will Shinichi think my place is too big?"

It seems like there are only so many brain circuits.

The main line of love, the branch line of friendship, the hidden line of parents' remarriage...

[Congratulations, Ms. Mao Lilan, you have been selected by Fusha Painting Company as the impurity model of Fusha Painting Neon Branch. Please go to the press conference next Saturday, and your ticket will be brought to you by someone.]

An email from Fushahui official.

It's a pity that Mao Lilan didn't see it, because the computer had entered standby mode and the screen was black.

As for why he was chosen...

Good luck.

After all, Mao Lilan's luck is always the best.

Lying on the bed, wrapped in quilt, sleeping quietly, I also received a text message from Sonoko before going to bed.

[Xiaolan, I will tell you good news tomorrow——Suzuki Sonoko]

...

"President, all the money saved here has been won."

The owner of the mahjong shop was dialing the phone in the room, and there was an IOU from Kogoro Mori on the table.

Didn't smoke or drink.

Waiting for the voice on the other end of the phone.

"Haha, it's really a disappointing family. It's stupid that it hasn't woken up yet."

Disdainful, even to the point of gritting one’s teeth.

Ireland's voice came from the other end of the phone, mixed with the sound of teeth crunching ice shards.

"Then should I drive him away tomorrow?"

Stretching out his hand, the boss looked up from the gap in the blinds at the Maori Detective Agency next door.

The office on the second floor has not turned on the lights for three days, and the residence on the third floor has just turned off the lights.

"No, it's only half a million yuan. He will smash it at the racecourse tomorrow...crack (sound of ice slag)...is there anything else?"

I opened another bottle of wine and poured it into a glass.

Ireland seems to be busy with other things and needs to hang up the phone.

"President, if there is no deposit later, do you want Kogoro Mori to write an IOU?"

IOU, isn't it the two million IOU on the table?

The mahjong shop owner casually threw the note into the trash can, and then took out an accounting book from the hidden box on the table, which was actually used to record the income and expenditure of the loan.

There is a record of Mouri Kogoro's name, but it is returned every time.

Therefore, there will be no situation where associations come to collect debts.

"Calculated according to the interest rate of ordinary loans, that's it, it's over."

Boring things.

Ireland even feels sick.

He hung up the phone and continued busy with what he was doing. He invaded the Neon Metropolitan Police Department's darknet and searched for information about Chairman Anzai and Representative Shibasaki in the huge database.

The owner of the mahjong shop also put down his phone.

He took back the hand that was flipping the blinds, and the large characters of Mori Detective Agency disappeared from sight.
To be continued...