Quick Travel: After defeating the villain, the host becomes more sophisticated

Lin Muan refused, but Wen Song persuaded Lin Muan to send him home in person.

Then Wen Song found out the address of Lin Muan's home. It was a large villa where only Lin Muan lived alone.

"Do you want to go in and sit down? But my home seems to be different from other people's homes." Lin Muan unbuckled his seat belt and was about to get out of the car, and glanced at Wen Song.

"Sit down for a while, are you sure you can?" Wen Song wanted to go in, and was a little curious about how to do it differently.

"We're just sitting for a while, what's not allowed?" Lin Mu'an opened the car door and got out of the car, "Are you coming?"

"Come on, why don't you come, right away." Wen Song smiled, unbuckled his seat belt and got out of the car.

Wen Song followed Lin Muan into the house and saw a transparent living room. There was no sofa in the living room, but a bed.

Lin Mu'an brought Wen Song slippers, changed his own shoes and went to get Wen Song something to drink.

"Water or tea?" Lin Muan looked at the cupboard and saw his coffee.

"Just drink water, trouble making tea." Wen Song stared at the big bed in the living room.

Lin Muan was not polite and poured a glass of water for Wen Song.

"Do you think it's weird too?" Lin Mu'an followed Wen Song and stared at his bed.

The bed in the living room is where he would lie down in a daze when bored. He would still choose to sleep in the bedroom. After all, the bedroom is safer and more comfortable.

"I'm a little curious about why you put the bed in the living room, but I think you have a reason for putting it there." Wen Song touched his chin and stared at the bed.

"Pfft." Lin Mu'an laughed, feeling that Wen Song was so funny.

"What are you laughing at?" Wen Song felt that Lin Muan looked really good when he smiled, so he stared straight at him.

"It's nothing. I feel like my uncle is quite young at heart." Lin Muan walked around Wen Song and sat on the edge of the bed.

"I am 30 years old, not 83 years old. Who do you think I am?" Wen Song smiled and looked at Lin Muan in confusion.

"A 30-year-old mature, steady, and gentlemanly business man." Lin Mu'an looked Wen Song up and down.

Wen Song stared at Lin Muan, feeling very amused by his evaluation of himself.

Lin Muan patted the seat next to him and looked at Wen Song: "Sit down."

"When your friend comes, you let him sit on the bed?" Wen Song was a little confused whether he should sit down or stand.

"I have no friends, except Cheng Shuo. Cheng Shuo is too embarrassed to sit." Lin Mu'an smiled, "I really don't dare to sit on the ground for a long time. I have laid a carpet anyway."

"No, maybe it's not about the carpet." Wen Song said, instead of sitting on the bed, he sat on the carpet, quite close to Lin Mu'an.

"What is that?" Lin Mu'an leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on his legs, resting his chin on his hands, with a smile in his eyes.

Wen Song looked at Lin Mu'an, his eyes sliding over his slightly opened collar and slightly slipped cuffs, which seemed to have light marks. Wen Song couldn't see clearly, but he didn't look closely because he was afraid that Lin Mu'an would feel uncomfortable.

He seemed to know why Lin Muan was distracted from time to time, but he didn't know how to help him, and he didn't have the position to ask him about his affairs.

"If it was a man with evil intentions, we wouldn't be able to sit normally like this." Wen Song smiled and put the water on the small table.

"Huh?" Lin Mu'an looked at Wen Song doubtfully.

"Don't look at me like that. Do you really want me to demonstrate it to you?" Wen Song smiled and didn't look at Lin Mu'an again.

Lin Muan was stunned for a moment and understood instantly.

The atmosphere between the two suddenly became a little subtle. Lin Muan stood up and stopped sitting on the bed.

"There is nothing to do at my house, do you want to go back? I have to work." Lin Muan turned his back to Wen Song and coughed dryly.

"Okay." Wen Song felt a little embarrassed for no reason.

The atmosphere was tense again for a few seconds.

"Shall I give it to you?" Lin Muan reached out and touched the back of his neck.

"No, you're busy with work. I'll pick you up for dinner later." Wen Song glanced at Lin Mu'an.

"Okay." Lin Mu'an glanced at Wen Song and looked at him facing Wen Song.

After Wen Song left, Lin Muan's entire face turned red.

Annoyed by the image that just flashed through my mind.

"crazy."

Lin Muan sighed and went to the study to play games.

Live2d is almost completed, and then it’s time to apply it post-sequence. It doesn’t matter if you take a break.

Then he really kept playing games, and then he met the man named Er Ye again.

Second Master: Do you make a copy?My team is lame.

Linsen:?How come I can see you everywhere?

Second Master: Do you want to fight?Don’t fight or force.

Mulinsen: What book?

Erye: A decisive battle at the top of the martial arts world, a hero.

Mulinsen: Invite me.

The printing process was normal, and Lin Muan's operation was very smooth.

After finishing the game, his teammates all praised Lin Muan for playing well.

Taro Milk Bobo: My little brother is so awesome. Can we add him as a friend and play with him often?

Mulinsen: It's not convenient, let's go.

After Lin Muan said that, he ran away without giving a chance.

Later, the second master sent a friend request, and Lin Muan casually clicked on it.

Lin Mu'an knew that this was Wen Song. Although he didn't know why he played a new number, he had to get close to Wen Song. What happened next would depend on Wen Song.

Second Master: Do you still want to make a copy?

Mulinsen: You can fight.

Wensong understood, and directly invited Lin Muan, and then sent out recruitment.

They played a dungeon like this for two hours, mainly because each dungeon took 5 to 20 minutes.

The second master said that he was offline, so he sent a message after hearing the song.

Wen Song: What do you want to eat?

Lin Muan: Either way.

Wen Song: Home cooking?

Lin Muan: OK.

Wen Song: Then I’ll come and pick you up.

Lin Mu'an rubbed his eyes that were a little sore from playing, stood up and stretched.

I went to wash my face and put on my glasses.

He is slightly short-sighted and usually doesn't wear it because sometimes wearing it is a burden.

Within ten minutes, Wen Song called him and told him.

Lin Muan put on his shoes and went out. He saw Wen Song's car parked there, opened the door and got in.

Wen Song glanced sideways at Lin Muan and was a little surprised to find that he was wearing glasses, but he looked more like a high school student.

"A bit short-sighted?" Wen Song was a little confused, because maybe it was just for decoration.

"Well, a little bit." Lin Mu'an glanced at Wen Song and put on his seat belt.

Wen Song didn't say anything and drove Lin Mu'an to dinner.

As soon as they arrived, Lin Muan's cell phone rang.

"Brother Lin, have you finished eating?" Cheng Shuo asked doubtfully.

"Not yet, I'm getting ready to eat." Lin Mu'an replied.

"Is it with my uncle again?" Cheng Shuo felt extremely unbalanced. He asked Lin Muan to have dinner without seeing him come out. He had only known his uncle for a few days.

He went as soon as Wen Song called him, and he had three meals a day, making it look like a date.

"Yeah, right." Lin Muan heard the chant wherever he looked.

Wen Song peeked at Lin Mu'an and slowly unbuckled his seat belt.

"Where can we eat? Is it convenient for us to eat?" Cheng Shuo asked his little Jiujiu again.

"Is it convenient? Cheng Shuo, let's have a meal." Lin Mu'an asked Wensong in a low voice, but did not answer Cheng Shuo. After all, he was the one who was invited to eat.

~~~Separation line~~~

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