Conan’s Guilty Points System - Chapter 1393

“Ayumi, where’s Xiaoya?”

“Xiaoya is changing clothes, please wait a moment.”

“Ok.”

Heiji sat on the boss’s chair. It used to be Fei Yingri’s seat, but now it’s Illya’s seat. The furnishings haven’t changed, but the people have changed.

Ayumi went to make coffee.

“Brother Heiji, have some coffee.”

“Thank you Ayumi.” Heiji took a sip of his coffee and was a little surprised: “The coffee prepared by Ayumi is completely in line with my taste, what a surprise.”

Ayumi pursed her lips and smiled, her heart was sweet. In fact, she had practiced for a long time. After all, she didn’t know Heiji’s taste, but Illya knew that any woman in the family could make Heiji’s taste. Even the ten-year-old girls are the same.

･･･ Flowers ･･･

Anyway, as long as Heiji likes to eat or drink, the women in the family will do it.

“Thank you, Brother Heiji. If Brother Heiji likes it, I will make coffee for Uncle Heiji every day from now on.”

Heiji was stunned for a moment, then smiled slightly: “Then when you come to the law firm, please ask Ayumi.”

“Uh-huh.”

Ayumi was instantly excited and nodded quickly.

Crack!

Illya came out of the inner room and saw Heiji, her delicate and beautiful face suddenly burst into a touching smile, she ran over with her long legs, and threw herself directly into Heiji, the boss chair creaked.

………….

Heiji hugged Illya’s small waist, and the girl bumped into him. Fortunately, the size was very good, soft and tactile.

“How old are you, and you’re still doing this shit.”

Illya hugged Heiji’s neck and pressed her face against his, and when she heard his words, she couldn’t help but pouted: “Dad, in front of you, I will always be a little girl, hum, you can’t ignore me. “

Heiji smiled slightly, hugged Ilya’s small waist, and gave her a hand to sit on her lap.

“Okay, you’re wearing this OL uniform today, it’s not suitable for you to be too crazy.”

Boo!

Illya licked Heiji’s lips suddenly, stood up from him and sorted out the messy clothes. She was wearing a sky blue OL uniform, a top shirt and a bottom skirt, and her long and straight legs were wrapped in black stockings. She had the figure of a super model. Concave and convex, exquisite and moving. With her long black hair in a bun, she wore light makeup, looking like a second-generation concubine Yingli.

Heiji stood up, looked at the eldest daughter, and was pampered, holding her waist.

“Let’s go, my eldest lady.”

“Yes, Dad.”

Looking at the backs of the father and daughter, Bu Mei’s eyes were full of envy, and the firmness in her eyes became stronger and stronger.