Conan: I really just want to fall in love with Haibara Ai

Chapter 243

Belmod casually swung the wine glass aside, reached out and hooked his hand around Otoihiro's neck, and the two kissed together.

The entrance, which originally seemed a little cold, also appeared hot and humid because of the body temperature of the two.

Otoi gradually pushed her to the wall, his hands supporting her slender waist, and he tasted the fragrance with great seriousness and skill.

Belmod closed his eyes, his long eyelashes trembled constantly, and the oxygen in his body seemed to be drained by him.

After a few minutes, Otoi raised his head, lip to lip parting, bringing a long, thin line.

Before Belmod could slow down, Otoi Hiroshi ruffled her hair and kissed her fair neck directly, the crispy tickling feeling suddenly made her body tense, and she raised her head high, allowing him to climb and figure it out.

Otoihiro's big hand moved down her waist and found the lower edge of her nightdress.

Then leaned in.

"Belmode." Gentle whispers, mixed with warm breathing, ruffled her earlobes.

"Nope." Belmod suddenly held his moving hand.

Otoi Hiroshi raised her head, a few strands of blonde hair sticking to her wet forehead, crimson cheeks, slippery shoulder straps, twisted waist.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

She inserted her five fingers down her forehead into her hair, brushing all her messy hair behind her head, "First come with me to meet someone, and when you come back, you can do whatever you want..."

Push open the heavy door of the restaurant, and you will see a luxurious space, with ornate crystal chandeliers on the ceiling, reflecting dreamlike colors from every angle.

The gorgeous European-style tables and chairs, small and exquisite bar counters, are painted pure white, exuding an aristocratic atmosphere everywhere.

Belmode chose a window seat in a sexy red evening dress, and Otoi Hiroshi sat down beside her at her signal.

A band in the corner of the restaurant is playing soft jazz, and the beautiful melody and elegant atmosphere inject more romance into the evening.

While waiting for the man in her mouth, Otoi Hiroshi flipped through the wine list casually. A random number above is difficult for ordinary people to afford.

Although he didn't feel anything about it, he somewhat understood why Gin Jiu was talking about insufficient funds every day.

Some people work diligently for the winery, and in the end they are all undercover.

Some people eat and drink at public expense, travel at public expense, and have fun at public expense.

No wonder he held so much grudge against Belmode.

As for Belmod to take him to meet people, there is no need to think about it, there is no one else but Touko.

This pair of winery sisters is a classic winery backbone.

Just as he turned his gaze from the wine list to the interior of the restaurant, a man with short brown hair and a black suit walked over.

"Long wait." He gently pulled away his chair and sat across from them.

"You're late, Bourbon." Belmod pressed the back of his hand to his cheek.

"Something happened on the way, speaking of which, who is this?" He asked without a trace.

"Lark."

Otoi Hiroshi handed the wine list to the waiter who had just arrived.

"I've heard that you performed well in the previous missions." Amuro said with a smile.

Otoi Hiroshi shook his head and smiled: "It's just luck, I often hear Belmod mention you and say that you are very powerful." The

waiter brought some good red wine and poured it for the three of them.

Belmode squeezed the foot of the cup and shook it gently: "Are you two entertaining?" Say anything that doesn't work. The

two smiled slightly.

Amuro put down the knife and fork in his hand and wiped his mouth elegantly.

"Ah, isn't it to your liking?" Belmod asked softly.

Amuro said, "There is no such thing, it tastes good."

"But I don't seem to be happy eating you." Belmode raised his glass and took a sip.

"I'm really sorry, I really envy people to be able to talk about business and enjoy food at the same time, but unfortunately I can't do this." Amuro said regretfully.

"This is a dessert for three." The waiter came over again.

It is a delicacy that is grilled on a pan - fruit pancakes.

Under the constant fiddling of the waiter, a faint aroma gradually overflowed.

"Finally, pour Cointreau orange wine..." The

waiter poured the wine into it, and the moment the alcohol merged, the brilliant flame instantly rose and began to burn continuously.

"Wine burning," Belmod bowed his head slightly, "this is a cooking method that uses fire to remove the alcohol in foreign wine and bring the aroma of wine to the ingredients." Without leaving a trace, the aroma of the wine penetrates all the ingredients.

"Are you alluding to that?" Amuro crossed his fingers over his chin, "Alluding to us people."

Otoi Hiroshi quietly listened to the exchange between the two, his eyes reflected in the flames, and there was nothing else.

"Aren't we good people?"

Otoi Hiroshi looked at Amuro Toru.

Their gaze mingled in the flickering firelight, like a converging stream, like a colorful glow.

"That's right." Amuro raised his glass to touch him.

"It seems that you two can get by." Belmod laughed.

Otoi raised his glass again: "We met because of the organization's funding.

"Haha, interesting."

As a result, the winery's largest anti-bone alliance was formed.

Watching the two leave, Amuro stood under the night sky, the wind blowing his tea hair.

"If one day, the spring can only build a new world at the expense of me, I think, I will not hesitate. It's the same if it's you, right, Jingguang. "

......

Back at the apartment, just after entering the entrance, Belmode suddenly stopped.

She pulled her long hair to one side, and Hiroshi Otoi stepped forward and slowly unbuttoned the buttons one by one from behind.

With his slow movements, Belmode's slender and delicate collarbones, snow-white skin wrapped in underwear, and flat and smooth back were all exposed in the dim light.

"Underwear." She said softly.

Otoihiro's fingers were inserted into the center of the underwear lock, and with a gentle flick, the black alluring underwear also dropped.

Belmode put one hand on his chest, slowly turned around, Otoi Hiroshi took a deep breath, directly hugged a princess into his arms, and rushed to the bedroom.

Then he threw her on the bed.

Belmode's hand was pressed against his forehead, and his white body turned red under the stimulation of alcohol.

Otoi Hiroshi pasted it, sniffing her neck.

Because of the itch, Belmode let out a coquettish and touching laugh.

Finally, she gasped slightly and pushed away Otoihiro's sniffing face.

"You wait for me for a while."

When she reappeared, she had changed into a pure black alluring leather suit, and a light white halo appeared in the deep V-neckline.

Holding a thick leather whip in his hand, he strolled towards Otoi Hiroshi.

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