Chapter 823 The Same Tissue (Additional Update for Ji Ya)

The magazine in Nobutushige's hand is a special issue of this year's Paris Fashion Week. It introduces in detail the red carpet looks of the world's celebrities, and uses a lot of space to highlight the performance of Japanese male and female celebrities participating in the fashion week.

For example, a certain young star born in the 1970s has seized the C position of the older generation of art workers; for example, a certain actress who is not in the industry stayed on the red carpet for several minutes, causing red carpet stars to be clogged; and for example, a well-known actor "accidentally" when modeling a concave shape "Out of sight, the actor co-starring in the new movie handed over his coat and so on.

The magazine finally published an article that criticized the artists' saucy practices and accused them of spending their energy on these meaningless aspects instead of studying their works.

Nobushige was about to put down the magazine when he suddenly saw his name.

[Compared to this kind of stars who are racking their brains to gain exposure, there are also some stars who become famous with only one work, who are low-key but not less popular. The most outstanding among them is Asano Nobushige, who has a variety show...]

From this article, Xinfan clearly saw the two words "double standards."

Why, other stars are filming 365 days a year and have no works when it comes to the editor, but he only participated in a TV show, which was a variety show that did not require acting or performance, and he actually To receive this honor.

"Do you also like Asano Nobushige?" A magnetic and soft female voice suddenly sounded from behind Nobushige, "He is my idol."

Goosebumps arose on Nobufan's skin where she touched him. He reached out and brushed off the man's claws without changing his expression. Without even looking at her, he only reminded: "Don't talk to me with that face."

The woman said "Yeah" and then walked lightly to Nobushige and sat down in front of him.

Her smile is charming and affectionate—if you ignore her obviously masculine face.

"I would have forgotten it if you didn't tell me." The face of a man and the voice of a woman. Such a species is not a monster, but the organization's Thousand Faced Witch Belmod.

Such a strange scene did not attract the attention of other people in the cafe. It was obvious that this corner had been shrouded in the will of the world since her appearance, and it was impossible for NPCs unrelated to the main plot to see what was going on inside.

Belmode was not in a hurry. She took a slow sip of coffee and showed an expression of enjoyment.

Suddenly she asked: "Do you know what the meaning of caramel macchiato is?"

"I don't know." Nobuhiro stirred the coffee in his cup boredly, even though he ordered an Americano and didn't need to stir it at all.

"It's a sweet mark." Bellmode smiled playfully, but the smile appeared on her face now, which looked really weird. "Look at the mark on the coffee, does it look like you in my heart?" The traces left by the imprint? I miss you so much every night, but you..."

Nobuhiro's fingers touched a piece of warmth, which was Belmod's thin lips that kept opening and closing.

He used the most original and simple method to interrupt Belmod's lies, and then said in the most indifferent tone: "Caramel Macchiato has a high sweetness and excellent palatability. It is a must-have for ladies." You can’t go wrong with the drink.”

After saying that, Nobuhiro took out a tissue with disgust and wiped off the lipstick on his fingertips.

Bermod's eyes narrowed slightly, and she complained: "I thought you had quietly mastered my taste. What a pity. Don't let women take the initiative, mezcal, because..."

Because it’s scary for a woman to take the initiative.

Nobuhiro and Belmod finished the second half of the sentence in their hearts at the same time.

Nobushige has already felt that Belmod's heat is as fierce as a wolf and a tiger, making him unable to resist.

Belmode stretched out her hand and gently tore off the chin, and a soft piece of dough was peeled off by her. She rolled the dough into a ball, the shape no longer visible, and threw it into her handbag.

"Waiter~" Belmode called out.

Soon the waiter came over: "How can I help you?"

"Let's have some dessert, I remember you like it..." Belmod looked at Nobushige while adjusting her hair.

"I never eat this kind of thing." Xinfan refused quietly.

Hearing this, Belmode blinked and said to the waiter: "Then one macaron and one Portuguese egg tart, thank you."

Good, Nobuhiro could already foresee that he would have stomach pain until late at night tonight.

Although he was mourning the sleepless night in his heart, Nobuhiro's face was still emotionless. He drank coffee quietly, as if the stunning beauty in front of him was not attracted by a winter melon.

Belmode raised her eyebrows slightly when she saw this. She stretched out her index finger, dipped it lightly in the coffee cup, and then wrote a line of words on the table in front of Nobushige.

"Kiel is here." Belmod naturally picked up the used paper towel that Nobuhiro had folded aside and wiped away the coffee stains.

National Medical Research Center——National Medical Research Center

Nobushige silently made a note for Kazami Yuya in the little notebook in his heart.

Look, Kazami Yuya's confidentiality measures are more fragile than glass, more fragile than paper, and completely vulnerable in front of the Thousand-Faced Witch.

Nobushige took his tissue from Bermod's hand and wiped the coffee on the table: "Be a little more ethical. Coffee is for you to drink, not for writing."

Belmode was stunned for a moment, and then laughed: "Interesting, really interesting. I haven't seen you for a few days, and I didn't expect you to become such a mother-in-law. Then why didn't I see you and Bourbon investigating the location of Reina Mizuna?" ?”

There was a dangerous light in her eyes, "It doesn't seem right that a former Nordic person in charge, an ace of the intelligence team, would be stumped by little Kiel, doesn't it?"

"Why do you think I'm here?" Nobuhiro asked.

"You want to tell me that you are also targeting the driver just now?"

"It's not just him." Nobushige said all the names he had learned when he launched an investigation, and then met Bermod's gaze provocatively, "There are many loopholes in the work of the Japanese police, and it is not difficult to find out by following the clues. The exact location of Kiel.”

Yuya Kazami, who was far away at the Metropolitan Police Department, suddenly sneezed!

"Then why didn't you pursue it?" Belmod said, "Don't tell me you just found it here."

Nobuhiro didn't say anything because the waiter had already come over with a dessert that he didn't like very much.

"There is icing sugar here, you can add it according to your taste." The waiter brought another jar full of icing sugar, "Please use it slowly."

Belmode immediately forked a whole macaron and brought it to Nobuhiro's mouth: "I'll feed it to you, ah——"

Nobuhiro looked disgusted. He directly changed his fork, forked the macaron and ate it: "Don't worry, I have the hand."