People In Conan: Started Becoming A Demonic Guardian

The intimate white man played the host's enthusiasm, for fear that the black man would not be able to eat, and fed him a large plate of peanuts in a row, and the black man was propped up, waving his hands and purring in his mouth, which should be saying that he was full and could not eat, and not long after, he fell to the ground and fell into a baby-like sleep.

It is estimated that in the future, black people will be invited to drink during the New Year's holidays, but it is at the grave.

After a while, the siren sounded.

Fujiwara Yusheng watched as the police came, and the white man looked around, casually stopped a car and began to race at the end of the road.

The crazy car, when he stepped on the accelerator and passed by Fujiwara's side, a gust of wind blew.

The two watched a quick and furious live mapping.

It's a good end to the day.

Night.

Fujiwara Yusheng and Ashbara are at the love hotel, and the two are panting.

"Just this once!" said Fujiwara Yusei.

"Just this once!" Shiho Miyano nodded.

After experiencing this exciting experience, the two chose to vent.

Nothing was said all night.

The next day, at a quarter past noon.

Fujiwara was refreshed and hugged the gray plain who had turned back after fainting from exhaustion in the morning.

She opened her eyes at the airport and swept her face, then went back to sleep.

It wasn't until the plane landed on neon that she slowly woke up.

"It's back. "

Uh-huh... So sleepy. "

She couldn't sleep last night.

It's all Fujiwara's fault that it took so long last night for the rest of your life!

" Obviously, you are the most addicted. "

Fujiwara and Ashbara have been together for so long, and occasionally I can guess Ashbara's thoughts from their faces.

Sure enough, hearing Fujiwara's words, a flush appeared on her delicate and cold little face, and she immediately took a sip.

Flirting and scolding is a common thing, and the two naturally will not have any objections because of mutual damage.

Except for being sleepy or sleepy.

She didn't have any extra thoughts and Fujiwara for the rest of her life, she just lay on his chest and closed her eyes to recuperate.

After a while, the kitten in Fujiwara's arms began to purr evenly.

She fell asleep.

Fujiwara held her tightly, his hands spread out into a net bag, and he held her back strongly.

Gray Yuan Ai was carried by Fujiwara Yu Sheng all the way to the parking space of Nobita Yamaoka, and carefully put the gray Yuan Ai, who had fallen asleep, into the back seat, and then he slowly moved in.

"How's it going?"

Fujiwara asked in a whisper as he fastened his seat belt, then poked his head forward.

"The other companies are fine, but the other consortiums still don't let go, especially the Suzuki Foundation, let's invite you over, otherwise they won't talk about it. "

Where are they now?"

"The forest consultant is in our consortium, and he has come to look for you not long ago. "

Heh, a merchant is still a merchant.

"Okay, go straight to the consortium. "

Suzuki Jiroyoshi came over in person, which shows that they are actually more inclined to give this matter to Fujiwara for the rest of his life, but they just need Fujiwara to pay some benefits for the rest of his life.

You can figure it out with your ass, probably for the rest of Fujiwara's life.

Wars between consortia without gunpowder are often even more frustrating.

My brother is still settling accounts.

You can't do it for the sake of favors, don't want your own family business, and Fujiwara has already determined that he will not establish a marriage relationship with them for the rest of his life, although it is uncertain in the future, but at least for now.

Shiro Suzuki and Jiroji Suzuki insisted that it was better to have one more friend than one more enemy, and this is how they came up with the desire to make friends.

How much can the friendship of his father's generation be

? After a while, Fujiwara settled down for the rest of his life, and saw Jiroji Suzuki, who was drinking tea, alone.

He looked at the coffee table table, where there was a document, and saw from the side of his face that his eyes were bright, and he had a kind smile on his face, as if he was in control, just like when Fujiwara took care of him for the rest of his life.

"Uncle, I came all the way and was slack.

Fujiwara put on a smiling face and walked up to greet Jiroyoshi Suzuki.

"Hey, I'm here today to talk about business.

Suzuki Jiroyoshi was still in the fugue, but when he heard the voice, he immediately waved his hand and shook his head, blinking his eyes and changing to a sad look.

Fujiwara sat down opposite, reached out and poured himself a cup of tea, and refilled a cup of Suzuki Jiroyoshi.

"Official, uncle, you say.

"I won't sell it anymore, our Suzuki consortium can support you in annexing Sindora Company, and will unswervingly stand on the same side with you in the future."

This oath is not small, Fujiwara thought for a while, frowned calmly, and asked, "Uncle, you said the conditions.

"In the future, our two financial alliances, of course, are secretly! And the things of your consortium, we Suzuki Consortium also want to represent, as for the technology, we will definitely not covet it, but will take the initiative to help you maintain it."

Suzuki Jiroyoshi took a sip of tea and stole a glance at Fujiwara Yusheng, but Fujiwara Yusheng didn't look at him, but at the potted plant on the window.

With a twitch of his mouth, he paced past the coffee table and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window.

"Uncle, why do you think this pot of flowers can stay here

?" "Hehe, what is the knowledge of a pot of flowers?"

Suzuki Jiroyoshi didn't know what medicine was sold in Fujiwara's gourd.

Fujiwara chuckled and watered the flower pots on the balcony by himself.

"Look.

Fujiwara Yusheng reached out and pinched the branch of the potted plant, and said slowly: "The value it brings me is pleasing to the eye, if there is no such value, then..."

Fujiwara Yusheng's index and middle fingers are intertwined, and this flower is broken.

"If the virtuous nephew has something to say, you might as well say it directly.

Jiroji Suzuki straightened his face and folded his hands in front of his chest.

"I can fully cooperate with the Suzuki Foundation, but I hope that you will show sincerity. "

The contract is here, President Fujiwara, you can see for yourself. "

Call me President, and you'll see you, Advisor Suzuki.

Fujiwara Yusheng walked on his legs and was not polite, and took the document from the coffee table, and when he opened the file, he was surprised at first sight.

Because the lawyer who drafted this document was Fei Yingli.

And the date is also very early, even a month ago, when Hou had just released it.

The timing is also right, it is estimated that they tasted the sweetness, and after seeing Fujiwara's offensive for the rest of their lives, they moved the idea of forming an alliance.

It used to be just talk, but now it's real.

These two are worthy of being business talents, and their fierce vision can be seen.

Fujiwara only read a few pages cursoryly, and immediately closed his mouth.

"Uncle, you're not kidding? If this document is signed, what is the difference between directly announcing the merger of the Fujiwara Foundation and the Suzuki Foundation

?" "Merge and merge, what's the big deal?"

Suzuki Jiroji smiled indifferently, and then added: "Recently, the neon upper level has begun to suppress, and we are also under great pressure. "