Model worker and his little darling

Gin glanced at Hirai, "You've been sleeping all day, how can you still fall asleep?"

"That's not important. What's important is that you should go to sleep."

Seeing that Gin remained silent, Pingqing sighed, "If you're worried, I'll take care of those things for you."

After saying that, Heikiyo grabbed Gin's hand and got up to walk towards the room.

Unexpectedly, with a sudden effort, Pingqing fell into Gin's arms. Just as Pingqing was about to speak, he heard Gin's deep voice.

"Don't move, let me hold you for a while."

Sensing that Gin was not in a good mood, Taira tried to turn around, but Gin's head rested on his shoulder.

I picked up the computer and saw a member's mission report. There was also a message from his partner that he had been injured during the operation.

When he felt Gin's hand touching his back, Hirakiyo was stunned. It was the spot where he had been injured last time, and now only a scar remained.

Last night, Gin also paid attention to that scar for a long time.

After thinking for a moment, Pingqing pulled Gin along and headed towards the rooftop.

The night breeze ruffled Gin's long hair. Seeing that Gin had returned to his expressionless state, Taira Kiyoshi gave a bright smile.

"Gin, I'll take you to see Tokyo at dawn."

As soon as he finished speaking, black wings slowly appeared on his back, then he embraced Gin and took flight with a flap of his wings.

Gin stared wide-eyed at Hirai in shock. Fortunately, having been shocked by what happened last time, he quickly accepted Hirai's unusual nature.

Then, looking at Ping Qing with a complicated expression, she asked, "Why?"

Pingqing didn't reply, but simply took Gin and flew to the mountain where they had drunk together last time.

After releasing Gin, Taira Kiyoshi tilted his head and asked, "So, how was the Tokyo night view?"

"nice."

Pingqing pouted, "Qin-chan~, you're being naughty. Your attention was clearly on me just now, you weren't even looking at the scenery below."

Gin grabbed Heikichi's hand, "I'll definitely take a good look when we get back."

"Gin-chan~, the injury last time was due to my lack of ability. Now you've seen it, I can leave whenever I want. So, Gin, please trust me, okay?"

He touched Gin's face as he spoke, "Seeing you worried, frowning, and angry makes me very sad. Believe me, I won't put myself in a hopeless situation."

"My wounds have long since healed; it's just a scar. Besides, don't you have many scars yourself? If you don't like them, I can get a tattoo with your name on it, okay?"

Gin didn't say anything, he just hugged Taira tightly.

Feeling Gin trembling, Hirai gently patted Gin's back, "I'm sorry, I made you worry this time."

"why?"

"Because you are the person I've loved the most since I was a child. In my eyes, you are like a god."

After a long time, Gin released Hirakiyo.

"You shouldn't have told me these things. The more people who know, the greater the risk of being exposed."

"Gin, we are not each other's weakness. I hope you can believe me that even if there is an abyss ahead, I can come back to see you alive."

The two stood quietly, the mountain breeze ruffling the hem of their clothes.

"Come on, it's time for us to go home."

After spending two days cuddling with Gin, Heikichi finally decided to go home and lie around like a corpse.

The main problem is that they haven't done anything productive these past two days; they've been going out to eat and shop, and just staying home, spacing out and sleeping.

Heijiro figured that if he continued to be so lazy with Gin, the boss would come looking for him.

But as soon as I got home, I learned from Aunt Huizi that Conan had come to visit a couple of days ago and stayed at home for a while.

Pingqing glanced at the place he had arranged and noticed that his FBI badge was neatly placed. He smiled slightly, wondering what Conan's expression was at that moment.

After thinking about it, I decided to have a meal with Uncle Mori's family and catch up with them.

Spicy diced chicken, pickled cabbage fish, shredded pork with garlic sauce, shrimp with scallops, winter melon and pork rib soup...

The restaurant served only Chinese dishes, their aroma filling the air and whetting the appetite.

Uncle Mori was beaming with joy.

Xiao Lan took a bite of the shredded pork with garlic sauce and squinted her eyes happily: "Brother Pingqing, this dish is so delicious! Can Aunt Huizi teach me how to make it?"

"Haha, eat more if you like it. Uncles, you too, come over for meals often in the future."

The older man patted Pingqing on the shoulder: "Pingqing, it would be great if we had some wine. Good food goes well with good wine."

Xiao Lan glared at the uncle with dissatisfaction: "Dad, you should drink less alcohol."

Conan, watching the noisy father and daughter, said in a cute voice, "Ran-neechan, Uncle, the TV show is starting!"

After a series of commercials on the television, the drama series slowly began.

Seeing that the three of them were all staring at the TV, Pingqing asked curiously, "Is this show very popular lately?"

If something becomes very popular, he'll jump on the bandwagon and immediately have someone make a similar one.

"Heiji, this detective story, Samonji, is a classic. They're rebroadcasting it recently." After saying that, Ran and Uncle Mori guessed who the murderer was.

Ping Qing blinked. Detective drama? The world has no shortage of detectives. There's nothing to it.

"Son, the murderer must be the son."

"Idiot, his son is just a decoy. The real culprit should be the victim's wife."

Just as the father and daughter were arguing, the real culprit was revealed, and Uncle Mori was indeed wrong.

"How is that possible? I remember it wasn't like this last time I saw it."

Seeing that the uncle didn't believe her, Xiaolan explained, "The script for this Detective Samonji series is changed every time, so the script is different each time. That's what makes the show so interesting."

Uncle Mori lost face after his attempt to show off failed.

"Hmph, what's so interesting about that kind of show? It's just third-rate detective stuff. This novel was published ages ago, why show it on TV so many times? It's so boring."

"But this novel has started serialization again."

Upon hearing this, even Heikichi was surprised to see Conan.

Just after the group finished eating, Pingqing escorted the three downstairs and saw a beautiful woman with a good figure downstairs, as if she was waiting for someone.

Uncle Mori's eyes lit up instantly, and he ran down the slope in a few quick steps, but he slipped and tumbled all the way to the beautiful woman.

Xiao Lan closed her eyes, unable to bear to look, "Dad looks so embarrassing."

Uncle Mori stood up instantly, dusted himself off, and pretended nothing had happened as he prepared to go upstairs to go home.

"Excuse me, are you the famous detective Kogoro Mouri?"

Upon hearing the beautiful woman's call, Uncle Mori instantly turned around confidently. "Yes, I am the famous detective Kogoro Mori. Does this young lady have a request for me? Come, let's go upstairs and discuss it in detail."

Conan was speechless when he heard what Uncle Mori said. "Who calls themselves a famous detective?"

Pingqing looked at the short, stout guy at his feet and said, "Yeah, it's you. You have to say it at the beginning of every episode and make sure everyone pays attention to your reasoning."