Conan: The Mechanic

Soon, Hotaru saw one of the two legendary maids - she seemed to have been waiting at the door, and before Fujiwara took out the key, she took the initiative to open the door from the inside, and walked towards Fujiwara diligently. Etiquette, but then glanced at Yingying's figure with a rather hostile gaze.

Of course, Yingying was also looking at her.

[Very obvious intentions...] This was Yingying's first reaction after seeing her outfit.

If speaking, Hotaru did admit that this maid, who looked about her age, had a good face. But... at this time, she was dressed very deliberately, as if her profession was not a maid who was responsible for serving her master at home, but a model who wanted to please men - not to mention, Hotaru really felt that the maid's clothes were specially cut into The low chest is a bit too explicit.

And just this one glance, Ying is no longer interested in these two maids - another maid who can't suppress even such a woman, she must not be too strong, so she doesn't have to care too much. exist. No matter how good-looking they were, they were just two ordinary maids with empty dreams, waiting to be fired when they were old. No matter how charming she is, it will only be a temporary venting machine, not a lifelong companion.

Will Fujiwara have **** with the two of them? Yingying really couldn't stop it, but she didn't care either.

Will Fujiwara choose the two of them? She doesn't need Yingying to stop herself at all, so she still doesn't care.

Since the presence or absence of the two of them has little influence on Ying's own status, Ying naturally does not need to pay attention to them, but only needs to pay attention to herself.

"Master, you're back? Master will be very happy, do you need me to report?" Just as Hotaru was thinking like this, the maid had walked to a position only thirty or forty centimeters in front of Fujiwara, and asked like this . "Also, who is this beautiful lady?"

"Let's go up and report." Fujiwara didn't seem to care about the fact that the other party was too close to him, and just gave an order while looking at the arrangement in the entrance. "Just say, I brought back my fiancée who was about to get married and let them know."

"Understood, young master, I will inform the master now." After bowing again, the maid walked backwards towards the direction of the stairs, then turned around and disappeared from the eyes of the two of them at the end of the stairs.

And only then did Ying finally speak.

"She looks so sour," her expression was full of jokes. "You...you didn't even **** with your father's maid, did you?"

"My father picked one first," Fujimoto shrugged as a matter of course. "Anyway... the new maids who are replaced every year will find that one of my father and I seems to have been hooked by the other party, so the only hope for a comeback is to follow the path of the other person who looks very empty, lonely and cold. And this At that time, that person will just express ambiguous meaning to her... Anyway, the one who chose to rely on me this time is the one in front of you."

"Good or bad!" Hotaru pouted and tapped Fujiwara's arm lightly with one finger.

"Okay." Looking at the end of the stairs, Fujiwara took a deep breath. "You should be ready, right?"

"..." Yingying's expression also became a little serious, but soon relaxed again. "Why are you so nervous! I'm nervous because I might be disliked, you..."

"I'm mentally prepared to fight a tough battle," Fujiwara's expression was always serious. "But to be honest, I don't really want to fight, because if you are disliked, things will be troublesome later."

A brief silence.

"So, don't worry so much, let's just be ordinary friends, and then you go get engaged to a lady of the right match!" In the end, Hotaru put her body on Fujiwara's arm and said softly. "I'm mentally prepared... Don't worry too much, anyway, when I made money from that, I was mentally prepared that I might be despised by a family in the upper class. Although it seems a pity now, I never The reason to blame my rational judgment at that time..."

"No, there is no such retreat, or I don't call this kind of humiliation a retreat." Fujiwara immediately shook his head. "Tonight, we will definitely make a formal marriage contract, nothing more than whether we can get my parents' blessing and a piece of property.

"You, Mizuko Ying, I'm married."

Saying so, Fujiwara gently lifted the one hand that was holding her arm, put it in the palm of her other hand, and intertwined her fingers.

"Let's go. Judging from the time, they should be all dressed up for dinner. It's just right for us to go up and meet them now."

……

Upstairs, Hotaru stood half a step behind Fujiwara, carefully accepting Fujiwara's mother's scrutiny, and quietly watching him.

Although the other party seems to be close to 40 years old, she is still a beautiful woman after being carefully dressed. Hotaru was only able to realize from the closest distance that the other party seemed to have applied concealer on some areas that only had problems with older women, so as to confirm that the other party was indeed 20 years older than him.

"This girl is..." After tasting Hotaru's figure, Fujiwara's mother nodded with satisfaction~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Is there anything worth mentioning about her family background? Or do you just like her simply? "

"Starting with appearance, risking the body, and being loyal to sex." Fujiwara shrugged. "Just like Dad."

"Then, what investigation have you done?" Fujiwara's mother seemed to be amused by this sentence. "Is there any instability?"

"Orphan, so the family relationship is extremely stable." Fujiwara shrugged. "In terms of future prospects... a stable middle-class path, or a line of acting, both are fine, with sufficient flexibility."

"Very good," Fujiwara's mother continued to nod with a smile. "What's this girl's name?"

"Mizuka Hotaru, my name is Mizuko Hotaru." Hotaru replied obediently, but it was this answer that would not cause problems no matter how much she thought about it, which made Fujiwara realize that his mother seemed to have changed her face.

"Mizuka Firefly?" Her expression was very subtle. "Little girl, would you mind showing me your name?"

When Hotaru took out the note from her backpack and wrote her name with her graceful self, Fujiwara's mother's expression became even more strange.

"You are..." Her expression was full of confusion. "18 years old, about the same as Fujiwara, right? You should have met your mother when you were a kid, but she died later, right?"

"Yes..." Yingying was a little confused. "you are……"

"Child, just stay with me and have a cup of tea," Fujiwara's mother squeezed out a smile, then looked at Fujiwara. "You...you go and talk to your dad, just tell him his name."

"..." Fujiwara frowned slightly, and exchanged a somewhat uneasy look with Hotaru.

They have expected success and failure, but they just don't understand what is going on right now.