"Of course, but don't touch its mirror, that's its little lover." Ming Zeye said jokingly.
He drove the car very steadily this time, without racing like he usually did.
With Ming Zeye's consent, Miyano Shiho reached out and carefully touched Shi Jiu, which felt more comfortable than she imagined.
She looked at the mirror in Shi Jiu's arms, and was very curious as to why cats would love the mirror so much, and would stick out their tongues to lick the mirror from time to time. Could it be that there was catnip on it?
Miyano Shiho moved his fingers, wanting to take it over and have a look, but thinking of what Ming Zeye just said, he didn't take the cat's love away, and quietly continued to indulge in petting the cat.
Shijiu didn't like living beings other than Ming Zeye touching it. It ignored Miyano Shiho and just admired itself in the mirror.
Then it changed its position and lay down, holding its eight tails under its body to prevent Miyano Shiho from accidentally touching them.
Gin lit a cigarette, raised his head, glanced at the rearview mirror, and asked, "Is it still the same one from last time?" Brown was so mad that he even wanted to change the cat's color.
Ming Zeye smiled and said, "Yes, you still remember."
"Did you sedate it?" Gin asked.
"It's very well-behaved and won't run around on the plane."
"You know very well that it is not an ordinary cat." Gin took out a reagent bottle and passed it behind him, and ordered in a tone that could not be refused: "Shirley, inject it with a sedative."
Miyano Shiho held the reagent bottle, hesitated for a while, then gritted his teeth and gave Shijiu a sedative. After all, she had never been qualified to resist the organization.
Shijiu glanced lazily at the reagent in Miyano Shiho's hand, put the mirror under his body, waited for all the sedative to be injected into its body, then closed his eyes and went to sleep.
Miyano Shiho touched Shijiu's head with a worried expression. The dose was not very large, so it stands to reason that he would not faint so quickly.
Ming Zeye took out a cigarette from his pocket, held it in his mouth, knocked on the steering wheel, and said, "You are so cautious, you won't even let a cat go." But Shi Jiu was immune to all drugs.
"I've always been like this." Gin glanced at the unlit cigarette in Ming Zeye's mouth and took out a box of matches, "No fire?"
Ming Zeye said seriously: "Second-hand smoke is very harmful to the human body. Shirley is still in the car."
"Hypocritical." Gin sneered, threw the matchbox into Ming Zeye's lap, and blew out a puff of smoke.
Miyano Shiho hugged Tokijiu and stared at Ming Zeye's back in a daze. He was as gentle and polite as a sister, and would consider other people's feelings. Could such a person really exist in the organization?
…
After arriving at the airport, they met with Vodka and then boarded the plane.
After Mingzeye got on the plane, he started to get airsick. He took a piece of catnip in his mouth to feel better.
Miyano Shiho felt keenly that Akizawa's spirit seemed to be a little depressed, so he took the initiative to ask: "Are you airsick?"
Ming Zeye lowered his head and played the Tetris game on his phone, and said casually: "I'm not dizzy."
Miyano Shiho frowned. She clearly felt that Ming Zeye's temperament changed instantly, becoming the same as the indifferent Brown La she saw in the United States.
Liar... Sure enough, she was just acting, and she actually imagined that there would be good people in the organization.
Miyano Shiho clenched the candy in his pocket and turned around to leave without saying a word.
Ming Zeye looked up at Miyano Shiho's leaving figure and narrowed his eyes dangerously. This kid's intuition was really sharp.
Gin calmly took a sip of coffee and said, "Aren't you going to continue acting?"
"It's boring." Ming Zeye put down his phone with some lack of interest, "You should not only come to England to protect Shirley."
Ginjiu didn't hide anything from Ming Zeye, a cold light flashed in his eyes. Said: "Glenfiddich was killed."
"Glenfiddich?" A code name I have never heard of.
"He is the person in charge of the organization's arrangements in the UK."
Ming Zeye showed some interest and chuckled: "So you have been promoted?"
Gin glanced at Ming Zeye with an unclear meaning and said: "I am mainly responsible for the Japanese side. This time I just stopped by to check the cause of death. As for the new boss in the UK, he has someone else in mind."
…
It was already afternoon when the plane arrived in London.
As soon as Mingzeye got off the plane, Mingheyu's phone got stuck.
"Isn't it here yet?" Ming Heyu's tone was as gentle as ever.
Akizawa took the Shijiu from Miyano Shiho and walked a little further before switching to his original voice and replied: "I just got off the plane."
"Weren't you on the same plane as Gin? I didn't see you."
"I'm disguised."
"The one with the red hair?"
"Um."
Ming Zeye turned his eyes and saw a man wearing sunglasses walking towards him in the distance. He said, "I saw you." Then he hung up the phone.
Not far away, Gin saw Mingzeye put down his cell phone, picked up Shijiu who was pretending to be dead from Miyano Shiho's arms, and threw it towards Mingzeye.
After Miyano Shiho reacted, he quickly grabbed Gin's arm and said, "Don't throw it!" However, he was still a step slower.
Her eyes followed Shi Jiu's figure closely, and she was already thinking about some first aid measures in her mind.
Ming Zeye felt something flying behind him, and quickly turned to the side to avoid it. Seeing that it was Shi Jiu flying over, he immediately reached out to catch it.
Gin took out his arm that was tightly held by Miyano Shiho and said, "Don't underestimate Brora, let's go."
"Brother, aren't you waiting for Brown?" Vodka asked.
"He has someone to pick him up." Gin said.
Ming and Yu came to Ming Zeye, took off their sunglasses, opened their arms, and said with a smile: "Welcome back, we haven't seen you for so long, why don't you give me a loving hug?"
Ming Zeye frowned slightly and said, "Sorry, I'm not used to getting too close to others."
"It's okay, we'll get to know each other slowly." Ming Heyu waved his hands good-temperedly and asked, "How long do you plan to stay in the UK?"
"It depends on the situation." Ming Zeye did not give an accurate time.
"I can tell that you are very different from him. You are more mature and ambitious." Ming Heyu said slowly: "Would you consider taking over Matsuri Ze?"
"Will you let go?" Ming Zeye said with a cold expression on his lips.
"As I said last time, I will support you unconditionally in whatever you want to do. And I prefer doing research to doing business. It's very tiring for one person to work two jobs."
Ming Heyu looked into Ming Zeye's eyes and said in a serious tone: "I don't know what kind of experiences you fantasized about to develop your current character of not trusting anyone, but I hope you can give me some I don’t have any trust in this brother.”
Ming Zeye's eyes darkened and he said, "Then prove it to me, brother."
Ming Heyu's eyes became softer: "Let's go, I'll take you home."
