The mastermind behind Conan

The sky was slightly bright.

Takeshi Shiraishi slowly opened his eyes, and what came into view was Suzuki Ayako's blushing face full of tears, and the corners of her mouth were raised evilly, and she quietly got up and left her room.

..................

The sun is shining and the wind is beautiful.

On the beach.

"Hmm, I'm dizzy." Sitting on the golden sand, the garden covered his head and said.

"Garden-son! It's not like you yelled for beer yesterday and insisted on drinking so much! Xiaolan was also dizzy, sitting beside the garden, complaining.

"Yes, yes, yes! Yesterday I proposed to drink, but, Xiaolan, you touched your conscience and said, who is it later, drinking wine is the same as drinking boiled water! The garden suddenly pounced, rode on Xiaolan's body, and asked meaningfully.

"Ah, yes, who? Is there such a thing? How I don't remember! Xiao Lanqiao's face flushed slightly, and she was puzzled.

"Garden! What are you talking about! Mr. Shiraishi is already married! You can't hit his attention! Xiaolan hurriedly emphasized.

"Oh-huh? I remember that after someone got drunk yesterday, two of the three sentences mentioned Mr. Shiraishi, saying that Mr. Shiraishi was gentle, considerate, and that he was good and what he was doing—"

As he spoke, Yuanzi's face suddenly became weird, and he smiled evilly: "I said Xiaolan, you don't really like Mr. Shiraishi, right?" You never seem to have answered me positively, do you like it? I have always said that Mr. Shiraishi got married. "

"Ahh Yes, yes! "

Xiao Lan's aqua blue eyes dodged, and hurriedly explained: "I, I, Yuan-zi!" Don't you, don't you know, I, I, the person I like, is, is, yes, it's the new one! Besides, Mr. Shiraishi is already married! "

"Oh, really?" Yuan Zi asked with suspicion on his face.

"Hmm-" Xiaolan nodded hurriedly.

"Okay, in fact, what you just said is a lie, I have long forgotten what you said last night, don't you remember? I drank two bottles and got drunk! Hahaha - stupid Xiaolan! "

The garden laughed evilly, got up from the sand, and ran straight into the water.

"Garden-child!! Don't run for me! Xiaolan chased after her angrily.

"Garden, this eighth woman! How could Lan fall in love with a perverted exhibitionist like Takeshi Shiraishi! And this guy Takeshi Shiraishi actually poured me three bottles of beer yesterday! This guy—" Conan glared viciously at Takeshi Shiraishi, who was surfing the sea in the distance.

Time flows.

Yuan Zi and Xiaolan frolicked in the sea for a long time.

At this moment, Yuzo Tomizawa walked over with a happy face: "Hey, Garden! "

"Third Brother Xiong!" Sonoko responded.

"It's better to be a young girl! I'm not too tight on time for an engagement decision! Yuzo Tomizawa said with a smile.

"Come less! You're not obsessed with my sister! The garden said playfully.

"Huh? Garden, is he—" Xiaolan guessed.

"That's right, Xiaolan, he is Yuzo Tomizawa, the third son of Tetsuji Fukuzawa, chairman of Fukuzawa Group! It's the one who is going to get engaged to my sister this fall! "

Yuan Zi introduced: "Recently, our Suzuki Foundation and the responsible consortium have been very close, and you, even the private villa by the sea, are next door!" "

"And yes! Xiaolan, let me tell you! Yuan Zi suddenly laughed mysteriously: "The third brother saw my sister at the last dance party held by our family, and it was love at first sight!" "

"Wow... What a romantic feeling! Xiaolan's face was full of envy.

"You've said enough, Garden!" Yuzo Tomizawa glared at the garden embarrassedly.

"Mr. Yuzo !!"

At this time, Shiraishi Takeshi also quickly swam over from a distance and greeted her.

"It's Mr. Shiraishi! Last night I saw from afar that you seemed to be having a great time! Yuzo Tomizawa responded.

"By the way, Yuanzi, your sister she..."

"My sister is very afraid of heat, she should still be staying in the villa, maybe she is about to get engaged, so she was more relaxed last night and drank a lot of wine!"

Yuan explained, and suddenly laughed evilly: "Ah, so that's it! No wonder the old lady who is so afraid of heat has been trying to pull me to the beach for the past few days, it turns out that she is to see you! "

"No, it's not! Actually, I was going to introduce her to my family! Yuzo Tomizawa touched his head and said with a smile.

"Huh? That...... Are they here, too? Yuan Zi asked hurriedly.

"Well, my brother will come over tomorrow, my dad should have arrived... I'll call and see! With that, Yuzo Tomizawa made a phone call.

On the other end of the phone: "We're not at home now, if you have something, please leave a message..."

"Huh, answering machine? What's the time now? Yuzo Tomizawa asked.

"Ten past three!" Xiaolan glanced at her watch.

"Strange, it's supposed to be three o'clock!" Yuzo Tomizawa hung up the phone in confusion.

"Huh? Garden, are you going back? Xiaolan asked suddenly.

"Uncle is coming, I can't play here, go back and change my clothes first, and then go say hello!" The garden quickly ran to his villa.

"Wait, we'll go with you in the garden!"

Everyone ran to the villa.

As soon as I opened the door, I saw a Suzuki Ayako limping, handing tea to a middle-aged man.

"Dad? Ayako? Yuzo Tomizawa exclaimed.

"Ah, Yuzo, I'll disturb you first!" Tetsuji Fukuzawa said with a smile.

"Really! I'll take Ayako to our house later, didn't you say okay? And Ayako, what's wrong with your feet? Yuzo Tomizawa asked.

"That's right! I canceled my reservation at the restaurant. I want to try the craft of my future daughter-in-law tonight! Tetsuji Fukuzawa said with a smile.

"Yuzo, I, I twisted my foot when I got up in the morning!" Ayako Suzuki dodged Takeshi Shiraishi's playful gaze, pretending that nothing had happened, squinting and smiling slightly.

"Twisted my foot! Sure enough, as I expected, a famous daughter with a cowardly personality like this, as long as she grabbed the slightest bit of her handle, she could easily coerce her! Moreover, I don't know what resistance is! "

Takeshi Shiraishi thought so, and glanced playfully at Yuzo Tomizawa beside him.

I don't know why, but I always feel that Yuzo Tomizawa's head is a gentle prairie.

"Mourn—"