NOVEL WEB Chapter 289 I'm so disappointed...
The villa was full of laughter and the aroma of food wafted from the kitchen, but there were more snacks bought by drivers from the restaurant.
Tang Muching leaned back on the sofa with his chin supported, a very natural smile on his face. He squinted his eyes and talked to every employee in a friendly manner, showing a listening expression from time to time.
Conan found Kogoro Mouri in the crowd, whose face was so drunk that he had forgotten the commission. After trying hard to dig out the wine and finding no response, he sighed heavily.
This family will fall apart without him!
Is he the only one who remembered the commission?
Where is Xiaolan? !
Conan quickly turned his head and saw Xiaolan, who was sitting next to Tang Muqing curiously trying out the new product.
From the looks of it, I think I like it, but...
Conan sighed, raised his head and made a strange sound towards the person sitting at a table in front of him, "Ahhhh~~~"
After several people around turned their eyes to him, Conan quickly compared the information of several people, and after calculating in his heart, he continued to act crazy and stupid, "Uncle, why is he drunk again! How can I find someone like this!"
All the people in the company who had complete knowledge of the product data were gathered in the villa, and they were suspicious and wary of each other, just like in a werewolf game.
Maybe there was no such emotion originally, and we were all normal colleagues, but...
Under the shroud of the halo of the god of death, the evil thoughts in human nature are magnified, as if people cannot bear to see the halo of the protagonist being suppressed. In this kind of scene that gathers the elements of the god of death, something always happens to highlight the charm and intelligence of the protagonist.
"Find someone?"
A pretty woman bent down slightly and looked at the little boy in front of her with a puzzled look, as if she was coaxing a child with a little doting feeling, "Are you looking for Mr. Tangmu?"
Hearing this, Conan looked up and pretended to let something slip, "No! We are the ones that Karaki-nii specifically asked us to come here to look for someone!"
At this point, Conan covered his mouth, trying to suppress his blushing face, "Oh no, that's not it, we're here to... to... to get the signature of the spokesperson!"
woman:……
So fake.
The woman's eyes sparkled, and she bent down slightly to touch Conan's head, with a gentle smile on her face, "So that's how it is, but the spokesperson didn't come today."
The sales data was not known before the press conference. This celebration party was called a celebration, but it was just a way for everyone to relax a little before accepting the results. Why would the spokesperson attend such a party?
Find someone?
Looking for the thief who leaked the secrets?
"Is that so." Conan lowered his head pretending to be disappointed, sighed heavily, and then looked at the woman in front of him with hesitation, "Is it Sister Yuko? Brother Tangmu mentioned you before."
The woman called Yuko couldn't help but lower her eyes and chuckle. The lipstick on her lips drew a sharp corner at the corner of her mouth, but it didn't look sharp. "Really? They must be saying that I argued with them in the office, causing Mr. Tangmu to receive complaints late at night."
"So this is ah……"
Conan responded, and thinking of the various standard information on the document, he decided to confirm it again himself.
He leaned forward, put his palm on the armrest of the sofa, and asked curiously, "Is Sister Yuko a classmate of Brother Tangmu? I seem to have heard Brother Tangmu say so."
Hearing this, Yuko curled her eyes and said, "He is my senior. I met him when I came to the school to recruit graduates."
At this point, Yuko seemed to smile helplessly, "I just remember that Mr. Karaki asked me about my ideal life, and I said to go to work and make money and then be a housewife. At that time, Mr. Karaki splashed the water in his hands all over himself, and he seemed to not understand this answer."
I wanted to earn some money, get married, and then become a qualified housewife, but it seemed that no one understood me.
"Why can't you understand?" Conan turned his head blankly and looked at the gentle man sitting on the sofa in the distance and talking to his subordinates. He couldn't help but touch his head, "Isn't being a housewife... not good?"
"It's probably not a good idea in his opinion." Yuko said softly with a smile on her face, "After the assessment, Mr. Tangmu said... my salary will be much more than the household allowance handed over by my future husband."
Conan: ...
These were indeed the words that Tang Muching, the gentle and narcissistic vixen, could say.
I always feel that Tang Muqing is waving his little hoe, trying to dig Xiaolan away and turn her into someone like Kisaki Eri or this Miss Yuko.
Tang Muching has a gentle personality and can get along with anyone. Even if he doesn't wave the hoe, Xiaolan will not be able to help but run after him.
It’s not that he doesn’t believe in Xiaolan, but he believes in Xiaolan’s innocence and kindness.
Conan sighed in his heart, looked up at Miss Yuko, and pretended to be gossipy, "Is Brother Karaki good to his employees? Will he have conflicts with you?"
Yuko: …
Did you see the state of a detective or police interrogation in a little child?
Yuko turned her head to look at the boss who was chatting and smiling, and thought for a moment before lowering her voice, "I am very dissatisfied."
"Huh?" Conan's eyes widened.
Yuko smiled at Conan with her eyes curved, a playful arc at the corner of her mouth, "Mr. Karaki never invites me out on a date, I'm so disappointed..."