Conan’s Denial of Confession

"you're awake."

Bailey's gentle and considerate words made Belmod, who was dizzy, head swollen.

She stretched out her hand and stroked her temple painstakingly. She felt that she was in a dangerous situation, and she was sober, but at this time she couldn't think anymore.

She didn't bother to think about anything, rubbed her temples to relieve her headache, and looked at Baileys: "What have you done?"

Amamiya Noriko pursed her lips, lowered her head with a shy look, and played with a strand of wet hair with her slender fingers: "I have done everything that should be done."

"…"

Belmodra had a pretty face, and suddenly reacted.

She touched her face and long blond hair, her disguise was all taken off by Baileys sweet, and now she is completely her original appearance.

Belmodra opened the quilt and glanced at it, then looked up at Baileys, and got even more headaches.

"Then you have too much to do."

Amamiya Noriko didn't pretend to be with her anymore, the crescents in her eyes were crooked, and the corners of her mouth curled up: "After all, I'm a gentle person."

She didn't say anything, Belmode would know for herself, but it looked like Baileys at least took off her makeup and took a shower.

She can still smell the scent of shampoo and shower gel, and the soft scent is probably not a small brand.

Belmod glanced at Baileys who was smiling, and it was the second time that New York helped him deal with his wounds.

Fortunately, nothing too bad should have happened.

"I wanted to change your clothes, but you are very resistant to wearing clothes when you are drunk."

"…"

"It's fine if you don't want to wear clothes, and you keep hanging on me trying to take advantage of it, making my clothes wet."

"…"

"It's harder to bathe you than to bathe the cat, so I have to do it again after taking a bath with you."

"…"

"Ugh…"

Belmod sighed when she heard her still looking very distressed, and couldn't help frowning and interrupted: "Okay, shut up and stop talking."

Baileys spread her hands and continued: "Oh, what a night with wonderful memories."

Belmod clenched his teeth slightly, but suddenly loosened his brows and said with a chuckle, "Thank you anyway, you haven't done anything else."

Her own body knew that, although the discomfort of a hangover was still there, nothing was really done.

Bailey's mouth said that she had done everything, but in fact she did nothing, and it was true that she took care of herself.

Amamiya Noriko nodded: "Because dear Belmod, you almost vomited, it is more important to wash you first."

"…"

Belmod's face was calm, and he felt around under the quilt. Where's my pistol?

After all, Belmod has woken up. Because she drank too much alcohol and had a hangover, although she was still suffering, she didn't need to, and she would not let Baileys take care of her anymore.

After calming down for a while, Belmod directly pulled off the quilt and got out of bed and went to the bathroom barefoot.

She doesn't care about how Baileys looks at her body, or she is quite proud, at least she glanced at her and could probably see that Baileys' figure was not what she expected.

The figure is better than Baileys. She is not a shy person, and she has been seen by Baileys anyway. At this time, it is more like deliberately showing her proud figure at will.

Amamiya Noriko pouted, you are too embarrassed to compare my figure with a minor like me, you won.

After closing the door and taking care of his state in the bathroom, Belmod, who came out looking refreshed, put on the skirt Amamiya Noriko put inside.

After she came out, she sat on a chair in the room, folded Erlang's legs gracefully, and glanced at the layout of the room.

Large room with double bed, but it is not a more upscale hotel in terms of design and all aspects.

She glanced at Bai Litian who was blowing her hair, and lowered her head slightly to let one side of her hair hang down, but she could only see half of her profile, which still made her feel her exquisite appearance.

"Is this her real face? That's pretty enough, no wonder it's narcissistic."

Belmod thought to himself, glanced at the double bed, raised his thin eyebrows, and said, "Why don't you have two beds? Do you want to sleep with me so much?"

Amamiya Noriko stopped the hair dryer and gave her an innocent look: "Because someone was a man when he was drunk, it would be good for me to carry you to the room."

The young lady at the front desk looked like she was going to do something to this drunk man.

Belmod: "…"

She didn't want to know what happened when she was drunk.

"How about those bastards?"

Amamiya Noriko raised her chin towards the table over there and said casually, "Probably already lying down in the hospital."

As long as you don't die, it's not a major disability, then at most it's the length of time you spend lying down, and it's a lesson in life.

Learning the real truth with a lesson that is not life-threatening, or being beaten by a super-beautiful beauty, isn't it very profitable?

Being a gangster is also risky.

And she beat her with a vest, and she turned around and called, what does it have to do with her Miss Amamiya?

Belmod doesn't care about the results of the gangsters. Baileys estimates that she has a sense of measure. As long as there are no dead people, the police won't be particularly concerned about how the gangsters are.

It would be better to say that these social scum are disgusting, and the police can't do anything to them when there is no major incident.

At this time, they themselves suffered, and it is estimated that the police would like to see it.

Belmod tilted his head and looked in the direction Baileys indicated. On the table was a pair of gloves with fair skin and thinner than cicada wings. If she was not mistaken, there were fine fake fingerprints.

Who did you learn Yi Rong Shu from?

Belmod wanted to ask, but Baileys would definitely not say it, and she didn't say anything, just glanced a few more times.

The level of sophistication of Baili Tian's disguise props is absolutely high.

But with her ability to disguise, money is just a number, and there are countless ways to get it.

Belmod and Baileys stared at each other for a long time, then went straight to bed and fell into the quilt.

"It's a bit of a headache, I'll continue to sleep, you can do whatever you want."

In her current state, it is absolutely impossible to beat Baileys. Instead of being molested by her and unable to fight back, it is better to sleep, just because her head hurts badly.

Amamiya Noriko said strangely: "I should have already fed you sober soup."

Belmod didn't want to open his eyes: "Normal people drink 80-degree rum as beer, and they have to lie down for a day for any hangover soup!"

Amamiya Noriko nodded, but still wanted to say: "I'm a normal person."

Belmod said firmly: "No, you are not."

But if a normal person drinks like this, he should lie down like himself.

Amamiya Noriko looked like she was lying upright and didn't worry about what she would do at all, so she still had to remind her: "Check out at 12 noon."

Belmod suddenly opened his eyes again, and his beautiful eyes were biased towards Baileys. He didn't know what time it was, but when he looked at the light outside the window, it looked like it was ninety in the morning at least.

Her goal is to sleep until it gets dark again, to clear the negative state of her body in one fell swoop, and if she only sleeps for two hours and then wakes up again, won't it kill her?

Although I'm a ruthless killer, I've literally drank a few glasses of 80-proof spirits.

Belmod took a deep breath: "Can't you continue the room?"

"I've touched your entire body, and there's nothing to prove your identity."

Amamiya Noriko chuckled, causing Belmod to raise his eyebrows.

Most of the Japanese houses do not need anything to prove their identity, just register a phone name and address, and you may need to provide some identity proof for higher-end ones.

But this nearby small hotel, at least look at the photo ID.

She didn't, neither did Belmode, everyone was not a civilian, and whoever went out really brought identification.

So the one-night room was already opened. The lady at the front desk was a little relieved because of her appearance, and let them open the room for one night, and checked in at night, but checked out at the normal time, very strict.

Amamiya Noriko offered her a choice: "The love hotel definitely doesn't require you to show any identification."

Belmod sat up with a headache, and prepared to leave, she was not interested in going to a love hotel to sleep.

Amamiya Noriko was not in a hurry: "Don't worry, we don't check out until 12 o'clock anyway, wait for me to drive you back to the Rice Flower Hotel."

Belmod, wearing shoes, glanced at her, "Why didn't you send me back last night?"

"Huh? Drunk Belmod is so dishonest, I'm afraid of a car accident."

"..."

Belmod nodded, unsurprisingly, he shouldn't have asked.

She didn't bother to change back to the appearance of a man, so she put on makeup casually, but she couldn't recognize her original appearance anyway, "Let's go, one man and one woman when you come, and two women when you go, shouldn't it be a problem?"

"It shouldn't be a problem. That girl should be on the night shift last night, and she's not here now, if she doesn't take over."

Belmod just asked casually, if she wants to go, can she still not let her go?

After tidying up the room, Amamiya Noriko went down and spoke to the front desk. The other party checked the situation of the room and let them go, regardless of whether it was a man or a woman, a woman, or a man.

Belmod went downstairs and looked out, only to understand why Baileys didn't send her home last night.

Looking at the bar with a cordon on the opposite side, Baileys simply dragged her to the hotel opposite the bar, and why did she drive in a car accident, even if you said it was outrageous, I would believe it.

Belmod tilted his head to look at Baileys: "My car is in the parking lot."

Amamiya Noriko was puzzled: "Are you sure you won't fall down after sitting like this?"

Belmode drives a Harley V-Rod series, a very cool locomotive. In the theatrical version, she looks very handsome in a leather jacket to drive the locomotive, but when Noriko Amamiya sees her going downstairs, the sun is dazzling, you Don't fall off the back seat.

Belmod followed Baileys to the parking lot and asked back, "Are you sure you're not driving under the influence of alcohol?"

After drinking so much alcohol last night, she thinks that this person should be considered a drunk driver when he takes an alcohol test now, right?

However, seeing Baileys's fearless appearance, Belmod couldn't be sure.

At least she looked sober.

Although he thought so, after seeing her car in the parking lot, Belmod felt unreliable again. This woman is definitely a racing party, right? Is it okay to let her drive loose and go back by herself?

"Although I am worried about your driving skills, your car is really good."

Belmod looked at the handsome and smooth car and gave it a thumbs up, but looking at the pink paint, he had to say, "What kind of car is this other than the paint?"

"Koenigsegg CC, my customized version, just came out this year. If you paint it, you can only say that you have no girlish heart. As for the driving skills, I should have given you a try last night."

"..."

Amamiya Noriko opened the car door with the key.

Anyway, her father is rich. Koenigsegg just made its debut in France this year. She asked the Swedish branch of the Amemiya consortium to go to the head office of Koenigsegg in Sweden to customize one. She paid the money, and it was counted on the account of the rich dad.

Belmod scoffs at the girl's heart, although she doesn't think she is old, but she doesn't have any girl's heart, but this car looks really good, go back and ask, she is also an American superstar Chris Wynyard, who owns one Isn't this car too much?

Belmode sat in the co-pilot's seat and looked at the interior. Yes, the interior is also in line with her aesthetic.

Just thinking about it, she saw Bai Litian sitting in the main driver and turned to look at her.

Belmod raised his eyebrows: "What?"

"nothing."

Amamiya Noriko pursed her lips and smiled, then leaned towards her.

Belmod's face is expressionless, what does this woman mean? Given that this woman doesn't act real even when she's drunk, she can be sure that Baileys is definitely trying to tease herself very badly, but what exactly is she trying to do...

Seeing Baileys raising her delicate face, her dark purple eyes seemed to attract attention, Belmode felt that time was slowing down, the strands of hair that fell when she came over They were clearly seen in their own eyes.

It's getting closer, really?

Belmod looked directly at her fearlessly, but Bailey's eyes were full of tenderness but with a bit of teasing eyes at this time, it felt like she had learned Kiko's eyes and then her own evil. The fun personality can't be hidden.

When Baileys reached out to her cheek, Belmod turned his face aside and looked out the car window, as if looking at the scenery.

I can play with you ~www.NovelMTL.com~ but it is not necessary.

Just like last night, I should have left and should not have been drinking with you.

Belmod felt that her thoughts were clear, but Baileys just reached out to help her post the seat belt.

"..."

"What's wrong?"

Amamiya Noriko looked at her very ugly face and asked with concern: "Are you still feeling well? Let me touch it?"

Belmod took a deep breath: "Drive!"

Baileys giggled, fastened her seat belt, and started the vehicle to leave the parking lot by igniting herself.

Belmod looked at the scenery slowly passing by the car window, and understood one thing. Baileys' starting point was definitely full of malice, and he should be very vigilant.

Careless.