Just like Ai said, this wasn't the first time, so Kousuke naturally didn't hold back.
He asked with a smile:
"You've worked hard these past two days, how about this kiss as a reward?"
"Where can you find such a reward?"
Ai, having regained her usual composure, gestured with her hand to indicate the size and said:
"I want a Prada bag this big."
"Okay." Guangyou agreed, then paused for a moment.
Then he asked Ai in a teasing tone:
"Ai, if I buy you three bags this big, could you...?"
Although Kousuke didn't finish speaking, Ai already knew what he wanted to ask.
She refused decisively, and even teased Guangyou in the process:
"cannot."
"That's wishful thinking."
Go to bed early tonight, and you'll dream about anything.
"Jokes should be kept within limits," Kōyū said, echoing Ai's words.
"Okay, I'm going back to sleep now."
"Be careful on the road," Ai nodded and asked again with concern.
I'll message you when I get back.
After leaving those words, Kwang-yu turned and walked towards the office.
He glanced back as he turned the corner.
Sure enough, I saw that familiar figure at the gate.
"If it weren't for you, I might really have done those things again."
After muttering this to himself, Guangyou waved to the beautiful figure.
Seeing Ai turn and walk into the house, he withdrew his gaze and continued walking towards the office.
Conan had already come up with a reason during the day.
He also had someone send over the bank card with five million.
delivery...
Connector...
He felt that neither of these statements was quite accurate, and there was always a sense that he was doing something wrong.
The meeting place was Poirot Cafe on the first floor of the office.
Once he gets the card, he'll find a chance to give the five million to Xiaolan.
The three million spent on food and drinks is definitely not going to be recovered.
If the race hadn't started beforehand and if he hadn't had some connections, he definitely wouldn't have gotten back the five million he bet on the horse race, according to the usual rules.
He wasn't going to tell Uncle Mori about it.
Let Uncle Mori think that the five million is gone.
Betting on horse races is not a good thing.
If Uncle Mori can change because of this incident, then the three million he spent will have been worthwhile.
Even if it cost eight million, it was worth it.
Of course, we should spend as little money as possible.
Five million is equivalent to more than 300,000 RMB.
In today's Shanghai, or even within the second ring road of the capital, one can buy an apartment.
It would be so nice to save this money!
"It really is true that having connections makes things easier!" Guangyou couldn't help but exclaim.
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