I’m the Pay Thief at the Winery

Nan Ling rolled his eyes silently in his heart.

I have to say that the famous detective is getting more and more accustomed to the identity of his own child. He misses Conan so much now that he just got smaller, and a little teasing can make him angry... Ah, the good days are gone forever.

"Don't know me?" Nanling didn't want Conan to be fooled so easily, and then asked in a leisurely tone, "Then why are you squatting here?"

"Uh, I..." Conan was frightened into a cold sweat, his mind turned around twice, and he said innocently, "I am, I think your mobile phone is very beautiful, can you show it to me too!"

"This?" Nan Ling shook the organization's black mobile phone, and said meaningfully, "Child, your vision...isn't it bad."

In this case, you can still find such an excuse, because you think that everyone else is a fool, can't you hear Conan's cliché? Recognizing counsel should be like admitting counsel. Nan Ling felt that it was necessary to teach Conan what a person was.

Conan could only pretend that he didn't hear what he meant, and smirked twice, "Hehehehe, really?"

Nan Ling's brows twitched as he looked at his virtue.

He wants to record the two sounds of Conan's 'hehe' now, and give him a 24-hour non-stop loop to let him hear how simple and honest he can be.

"Of course it's true." Nan Ling continued to lie on the back of the chair and looked at Conan, his tone remained the same, still sounding relaxed and happy, "Do you want to see it?"

"No, no, actually I don't think so." Conan waved his hand quickly, his eyes wandering around, "This is not convenient... By the way, uncle wants to call me back—"

Before he could finish his sentence, he was picked up by Nan Ling with one hand and threw it directly from the bottom of the seat with a backrest to the seat opposite Nan Ling.

Conan didn't even have time to call.

He was stunned for a while sitting in the seat, and then he realized what happened just now.

- What a lot of strength! The movements are also very fast. I didn't expect that Chat, who looks thin, can burst out with such great strength!

Chart should be about the same age as himself... There is a certain way to organize people.

"Don't be in a hurry." Nan Ling rested his chin with one hand and looked at Conan with a leisurely look, "We've already met twice, that means you and I are destined. Shouldn't we have a good chat?"

Now that you meet it, you have to engage in the Conan mentality. Or are you the only one who is in a bad mood? That's too unfair.

"Yes... ah no." Conan waved his hand quickly. I thought to myself why I didn't respond just now... Could it be that I was stunned by Chart?

"No? No wonder you don't remember me." Nan Ling's tone was somewhat resentful, "I thought I would leave a very deep impression on you last time. Sure enough, am I being selfish?"

Conan got goosebumps at this person's yin and yang, "Did you admit the wrong person..."

He must act foolishly to the end today!

"How could it be." Nan Ling leaned forward, clasped his hands together under his chin, and stared straight at Conan with his silver eyes, "Although I couldn't do it, you left me behind. A very impressive impression."

"Yes, yes? But I really don't remember." Conan swallowed his saliva and looked away, "Well, if uncle can't find me, he will be anxious. I really want to go back now."

Saying that, he was about to jump off the seat.

What clues are there to collect now... If he stays any longer, he feels that his life is in danger!

"What are you doing in such a hurry?" Nan Ling said casually, "What's the harm in chatting with me again?"

Conan's movements stopped.

Although I couldn't hear anything wrong from Chat's tone, but...

A drop of cold sweat ran down his forehead, his heart beating rapidly in his chest, his breathing became short and light, and the roots of his hair stood upright, as if someone had suddenly poured a bucket of ice water in the summer.

"That's right." Nan Ling watched Conan obediently return to his seat, and smiled with satisfaction, "Have you eaten? What would you like to eat?"

This is a friendly, Chinese-traditional question - did Ning eat it?

"...I've already eaten it." Conan replied stiffly.

"That's dinner." Nan Ling looked at the menu, "I heard that the desserts on the Big Dipper train are also very good. Children should also like sweets."

Before Conan could answer, he ordered two desserts without authorization. One chocolate lava brownie, one tiramisu.

Because there is no need to make it fresh, the dessert will come soon.

Conan watched helplessly as Nan Ling pushed Brownie to him, wanting to cry without tears.

He's not a child...he doesn't like sweets either!

And even if he is a child, not all children like sweets! Tiramisu is not so sweet at least...Give him tiramisu...

Nan Ling was satisfied.

Of course he knew that Conan didn't like sweets that much, and he did it on purpose—and ordered the sweetest and most greasy one on purpose.

And the desserts on the train taste really good. So he can now taste the delicious tiramisu and see Conan's reluctance...

cool.

Nan Ling looked at Conan's tangled face and spoke with a smile.

"Little brother, why don't you eat?"

"I actually..." Conan wanted to say that he didn't like to eat this, and then ran away.

Then he saw Nan Ling's eyes.

It's full of 'I ordered it for you and you don't eat it? If you don't eat it, you can choose to die' - a threat.

"...Actually, I really like to eat this. I'm just, uh, too happy for a while and I haven't recovered from it." Conan changed his rhetoric in an instant, and UU Reading www.uukanshu.com picked up his fork aggrieved.

"Well, that's good." Nan Ling smiled kindly. "It's the best thing you like. In fact, I prefer brownies to tiramisu. Thank you for giving up."

Conan was about to cry.

If you like brownies, eat them! Instead, give me the tiramisu! At least that one isn't as sweet as this isn't it? The chocolate syrup on the surface alone looks overly sweet!

"...Thank you brother." He said with difficulty.

God knows how much psychological construction he has done to open his mouth.

Nan Ling watched Conan shove the brownie into his mouth angrily, and he was already rolling back and forth with laughter.

Contrary to his good mood, Conan was wailing in his heart.

It was too sweet, it was painful enough just to put it in his mouth... He felt like his teeth were about to ache.

Nan Ling couldn't feel the same way as him at all—how could anyone not like sweets?