I’m the Pay Thief at the Winery

"Awake?" Conan seemed to hear someone talking.

He opened his eyes slowly, and what caught his eye was an unfamiliar ceiling.

Is this... surviving?

"Good morning."

Nan Ling's voice with a smile rang from the other side of the room. Conan blinked, and habitually tried to turn his head to look around to look around, but found that even Nan Ling couldn't see him in this position, so he sat up with one hand on the wound with difficulty.

"Hey, don't be in a hurry." Nan Ling waved his hand, "You just finished the operation, so the wound can easily open. The blood that Miss Lan finally gave you will be wasted again."

"Where's Xiaolan?" Conan looked around, but couldn't find Mao Lilan.

"Not only did they give you blood transfusions, they also took care of you for half the night last night. Now they have gone home to make up for their sleep."

For the rest of the night, Nan Ling was watching. After all, he "just happened" here, and it's not good for a middle school girl who just finished blood transfusion to stay up all night.

——Compared to that, Kogoro Mouri, who went home after the surgery was successfully completed, is really big-hearted.

Conan frowned and pressed his wound. The effect of the anesthesia has passed most of the time, and the location of the wound is throbbing with pain.

"I'm really... I'm so lucky." He said in a hoarse voice.

"If it wasn't for Miss Lan and your blood type, you would really have to go to bliss now." Nan Ling leaned against the wall and said, looking back and forth several times on the coats that Conan and Mao Lilan dropped, "What do you think. "

Conan knew that he was referring to Mao Lilan's abnormality yesterday - if he hadn't already guessed his identity, how could Xiao Lan be so firm that the doctor said they had the same blood type?

"This is definitely not a coincidence." Conan's voice was still a little weak, but his attitude was clearly convinced, "She knows my blood type..."

He hesitated, his voice almost inaudible.

"And my identity."

"So, what are you going to do?" Nan Ling asked with a smile, with an expression that didn't seem like a big deal. "Maybe it's a good time to confess."

"Please, she's the kind of bad guy who doesn't look down on other people's suffering, and takes other people's affairs as their own. How can I confess to her about the Black Organization?" Like an old man. Hearing that, Nan Ling rolled his eyes.

This is why he is too lazy to pay attention to young people - well, although he is not big himself - but for Conan's behavior of trying to put everything on his shoulders, Nan Ling's evaluation of this has only two words: be brave .

Even though Nan Ling has never practiced it, he knows that it is best to face things together as a couple.

"You don't think she didn't notice anything before, right?" Nan Ling ruthlessly broke this point, "I don't know how many times she doubted it before she was sure like this this time. ."

One of Conan's pre-orders -- Maurilan began to suspect that Conan was Kudo Shinichi because of something.

"But this way..." Conan's eyes were blank and his tone was a little confused. "I don't understand. If she is so sure, why didn't she ask me directly?"

"You don't understand this, right?" Nan Ling shook his finger, his voice a little smug, "Isn't this a very simple reason? I see that when you usually break the case, you are very clear about other people's emotional problems. When it comes to myself, I really can't see it."

Conan, where are you talking about?

I solve emotional problems for others when I'm breaking the eucalyptus all day, but when it comes to myself, I immediately become numb... tsk tsk, no way.

"Can you, a single dog, understand it?" Conan Banyueyan.

Since they met, he had never seen the opposite **** he was familiar with beside Nan Ling. Not even a female creature. If he understood a girl's mind better than anyone else, Conan believed that Nan Ling was definitely not the best candidate.

He might as well ask Haiyuan Ai... Although he probably had to be mocked severely.

"Don't be in a hurry to mock me." The demon Nanling whispered. "Let me remind you that you haven't officially established a relationship yet."

"Hehe...hehe." Conan's mouth twitched.

Thank you, but there is no need to remind him specially.

"As for the reason why Miss Lan didn't come to you to ask—" Nan Ling stretched his voice and watched Conan gradually reveal his expectant eyes, "Of course, I have to wait for you to tell her in person."

Although he has no practical experience, Nan Ling's many years of experience in CP have already given him full marks in theory.

"Huh?" Conan was a little surprised.

"Ah what?" Nan Ling hit Conan's forehead and said sadly, "You really don't understand a girl's mind at all."

Conan covered his forehead, "But..."

"Don't be rude. Listen to me." Nan Ling cleared his throat and said gently, "Girls are sensitive and attentive creatures. Since you kept silent, you started hiding from Miss Lan for no reason. She must have guessed the reasoning behind it. So she's waiting until you either settle the matter or tell her about it willingly."

Maurilan didn't ask, it was nothing more than respecting Kudo Shinichi's choice. So I didn't say a word about worrying.

Nan Ling sighed, "It's rare to see such a caring girlfriend. It's cheap for you, kid."

"What kind of girlfriend! I, I, we haven't..." Conan's face blushed.

"Hey~www.wuxiaspot.com~ It's you who mocked me for being a single dog just now." Nan Ling despised, "You can't start pretending to be innocent now, it's useless."

"I didn't!" Conan replied angrily.

However, Nan Ling's interruption made him less anxious.

Although it was always noisy, Nan Ling really helped him a lot.

"Well...you just finished the operation now, and it's about a dozen days before you leave the hospital." Nan Ling patted Conan's smart head, "You still have time to think slowly. Dr. Li will sooner or later. Tell Hattori Heiji about it, and you can ask him when that happens."

"If Hattori is concerned, it's most likely to persuade me and Xiaolan to confess." Conan sighed, "That guy didn't really care about this. After all, he has never faced the Black Organization directly, so I don't know how terrifying they are. "

"Ah, speaking of this." Nan Ling stood up straight.

"What's wrong?" Conan asked.

Nan Ling smiled maliciously when he heard Conan's question. The latter shivered.

Good, very familiar expression. I always feel that someone is going to be unlucky... It's broken, now there is only myself here, and it won't be me who is unlucky.

"Let's make a bet."