Ming Ke: I'm exposing the truth in the winery, true and false

Rum is not easy, sigh.

Thinking about the recent audit, he became worried.

Which manager has clean hands?

Even if we investigate gin, we will still find nothing.

And the boss never checked the accounts.

Doesn't this action prove that there is something wrong with his rum?

And the problem is not small.

Even someone like Vermouth who was a spendthrift in the organization was not investigated, but he was the one being investigated.

Not to mention how frustrating it is.

This is rubbing his face on the ground.

And that adult is nowhere to be found.

And no one knows where that guy Binga went. He has been missing since the mission failed.

The people under his command were not found.

It's really getting out of control.

But now he wanted to know more about Gin's situation.

But I can't say it.

If it was some secret mission, and Gin was personally involved, it must be a big deal.

Rum leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes. The more he thought about it, the more uncomfortable he felt. He felt depressed, as if he knew a secret but couldn't share it with others.

Binga and Gin handed the shop over to Kurosaki Saki, then they went out, turned left, went upstairs, opened the door, and changed their clothes.

All the movements were done in one go, lying on the tatami, one on the left and one on the right.

"Kurosawa~ Don't you really want to see your brother? If you want to see him..." Binga also suspected that Gin and Kurosawa Jin were brothers, and that this bastard Gin was using his brother's name to cheat.

Gin felt like he had dug a hole for himself. He just said it casually, but Binga took it seriously.

"No, we all have our own lives. Maybe the other person doesn't want to see me. If he wanted to see me, he would have come to me a long time ago."

"You're right. Maybe your brother isn't a good person after all!"

Binga felt that the person had to be hidden and not let Gin meet him. If he were to find him, he would beat both himself and Kurosawa to death.

He hooked a strand of silver hair and twisted it between his fingers, his brain began to rapidly think about the next work arrangements and how to continue to improve his position in the organization.

With the current authority, we are restricted in what we can do.

And there's old man Rum watching over him.

Gin turned his head and stared at Binga intently, moving to his side following the force with which he was playing with the strand of hair.

I think of Vodka's lines in my mind.

Oh, oh, oh, sister~

Gin gave up decisively. He could give up his dignity but not his shame.

Give up this paragraph!

Go directly to the next stage.

Gin moved closer to Binga and buried himself in his neck. The faint scent of gardenia rushed into his nostrils and he greedily inhaled the smell.

Binga showed basic vigilance as a member of the organization, his body tensed, and he grabbed Gin's hair with his hands.

Gin felt like his scalp was going to fall off, and immediately made up for the steps he had just omitted, and shouted in Binga's ear with a deep and gentle voice: "Sister~Sister~"

"Tsk—" Binga took a breath, let go of the head that was pulling Gin's scalp, rubbed it gently, and said in a very gentle voice: "Baby, I hurt you."

"Well, how are you going to compensate me?" Gin began to negotiate the terms boldly. Anyway, it was Kurosawa Jin who was shameless, and it had nothing to do with Gin.

At worst, I can just put the blame on that non-existent brother.

"I can support you." Binga said seriously.

"Hmm?" Gin raised his head suddenly, almost hitting Binga's chin, as if he had heard it wrongly, "What did you say?"

"I can support you. I can give you this house, the operating income of the shop downstairs, and a car."

The more Binga talked, the more excited he became. With such good conditions, he even wanted to find someone to support him.

But Gin's face became darker and darker. What was this Binga guy talking about? How could he support someone so casually?

He was so angry that he wanted to strangle him to death, but in the end he gave up. He had made such a great sacrifice, strangling him to death would be too easy for him.

still...

Gin skipped several steps and bit Binga's rippus without hesitation, blocking all his words.

Sweet.

Fruity flavor.

Binga's body stiffened and he immediately hugged the other person's neck. He didn't expect the other person to agree so quickly.

Sure enough, people are different.

He offers such good conditions, and if you don’t agree, you’d be a fool.

But it would be better if it was gin.

pity...

Forget it, just treat him as such!

"Gin..." Binga called softly.

"Huh?" Gin remained calm, but he was nervous inside. He swore that he was not afraid that Binga would discover his identity, but he was afraid that he would be humiliated if the people in the organization knew about it.

"Jin, what's your brother's name?" Binga still wanted to know what the unlucky Gin's name was. It was really unworthy of him to use his brother's name to cause trouble.

Although the number of people who know that Gin's name is Kurosawa Jin can be counted on one hand, most people think it is fake.

Who knows whether it is true or not.

"I remember it was Kurosawa Hikaru, but it was so long ago that I can't remember." Gin started talking nonsense seriously. Anyway, he was very happy now.

This holiday was not wasted and every day was fulfilling.

Also tasted the fruity rippu!

"Oh, I see." Binga thought of Kudo Shinichi and Bourbon, and reminded: "Stay away from the black-haired guy next door. He doesn't look like a good person. And that kid named Conan is not a good guy either. If he comes to you, ignore him."

"If he keeps chasing you..." Binga thought about what to do if Kudo Shinichi entangled with Kurosawa Jin, but he couldn't think of any legal way, so he simply used illegal methods to solve it, "You can just hit him with a brick and knock him out and throw him into the well."

"Huh? Throw it into the well?" Gin raised his eyebrows. It was amazing that he could think of that. He really hasn't changed at all. Beating children is still so natural.

"Well, don't worry, you won't die. I'll take responsibility for you if anything happens." Binga touched the soft silver-white hair and felt a sense of accomplishment. It was a pity that it was not Gin's.

"What kind of job do you do?" Gin asked, pretending to be ignorant.

"Me? I work as a programmer in a winery. I was looking for materials outside and had a work-related injury some time ago, so I'm taking a break."

Binga felt that what he said was correct. They were just a winery. He was undercover outside looking for intelligence and was almost killed in a bombing. It should be okay for him to take a rest now.

No problem, no problem at all.

"Is he seriously injured?" Gin was still a little worried. Although he didn't know why he wanted to blow up Binga, he thought that Binga had just made a few provocative remarks and was a little arrogant, so he could be easily appeased.

Why blow him up?

This must not be the real me.

Finally he gave himself such an explanation.

"Well, I felt like I was dead, but luckily, I survived."

Binga looked at the ceiling, then slowly shifted his gaze to Gin's face. When he reached out to touch his face, Gin dodged for a moment, then quickly stood up from him, "I'll make you a cup of tea."

Binga slowly sat up from the tatami, looked at the fleeing figure, and a villain-like smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "The little sheep is so cute, but... I still like the wild and untamed wolf."