Quick Travel: The host guides the villain’s love life

Only now did Lin Muan know why there were so few people in this store and it was so quiet.

This store requires reservations, especially during the Albizia Julibrissin Festival or other festivals. The Albizia Julibrissin tree in the courtyard is said to be a hundred years old, so many couples come to this store because of this tree.

To prevent crowding and causing trouble, there will be fewer customers in the store during festivals, but prices will also be higher.

"I wish you both a happy relationship and everlasting happiness." After the waiter said this, he left the private room.

Lin Muan looked at the cloth with concentration, while Gong Jiushao looked at Lin Muan.

"Have you decided what to write?" Seeing Lin Muan's serious look, Gong Jiushao couldn't help but want to tease Lin Muan.

"Hmm...what do Ninth Brother want to write?" Lin Muan didn't know what to write while holding the pen.

"You want to learn from it?"

"Huh? No, I want to see what Brother Ninth wrote." Lin Mu'an stared at the cloth and subconsciously prepared to bite the pen.

"Guess what I'm going to write, I'll show it to you if you guess it right." Gong Jiushao looked at Lin Mu'an with a smile in his eyes.

Lin Mu'an frowned. He felt that Gong Jiushao was playing tricks on him. He guessed correctly what he was looking at. It was true.

Lin Mu'an turned his head angrily, turning away from Gong Jiushao.

"Are you angry?" Gong Jiushao reached out and wrapped his arms around Lin Muan's waist.

Lin Mu'an tugged at the cloth angrily and remained silent in the face of Gong Jiushao's inquiry.

"Don't be angry, I'm just teasing you. If you want to know, I'll write it down for you later." Gong Jiushao hugged Lin Mu'an and put his chin on Lin Mu'an's shoulder. His deep voice was a bit intoxicating.

"I won't read it. I won't show it to Brother Ninth after I finish writing it. I won't read what Brother Ninth writes either." Lin Mu'an felt that his ears were a little hot, especially the side Gong Jiushao was talking to.

"Are you really not going to look at it?" Gong Jiushao lowered his eyes and looked at Lin Muan's hand, but inevitably saw some gadgets from the angle.

"Well, don't look." Lin Muan tried to get out of Gong Jiushao's arms. He felt that the closer he leaned, the stronger the heat felt.

"Okay, I'm a little sad." Gong Jiushao didn't let Lin Mu'an break away from his arms, glanced at Lin Mu'an's ears, and spoke in a slightly aggrieved tone.

Lin Muan's back was about to freeze. No one was talking and blowing into his ears. He was about to collapse.

Gong Jiushao naturally noticed the change in Lin Muan and let go when he was about to go crazy.

After letting go, Lin Muan smiled shyly at Gong Jiushao in a very innocent and kind manner, and then sat across from him with the cloth.

Gong Jiushao shook his palms and smiled.

Neither of them spoke and wrote something on the note. Lin Muan was not curious about what Gong Jiushao was going to write, but Gong Jiushao was a little curious about what Lin Muan was going to write, but when he looked at Lin Muan.

Lin Mu'an looked like he was covering his head tightly to prevent others from copying his answers during an exam.

Gong Jiushao chuckled. He found that he laughed more often when he and Lin Muan were together, and his often irritable mood improved a lot.

Lin Muan's condition is also developing in a good direction. According to Aunt Wu and Uncle Tian, ​​Lin Muan is no different from facial paralysis at home. He is like a cold machine. Now he is much more alive.

"Did you finish writing?" Gong Jiushao looked at Lin Mu'an, just as he met his eyes after finishing writing.

"Yes." Lin Mu'an folded the strip of cloth in half, with the side with the writing on it inside.

Gong Jiushao couldn't help but laugh when he saw Lin Muan's actions. How could he be so cute?

"Let's go and hang up the banner." Gong Jiushao stood up and took Lin Mu'an's hand.

Lin Mu'an clutched the cloth, and the two of them left the private room and met an acquaintance, but the other person was very surprised to see them.

"Gong Jiushao, please bring Xiao An here to play." Song Yanran's smile showed embarrassment, as if someone had discovered a secret.

Lin Muan looked at the person next to Song Yanran. He was about the same height as Song Yanran, but his temperament was different from Song Yanran's, but this person looked a bit familiar.

Song Yanran had waist-length curly hair. She had long, straight black hair, fair skin, slightly raised phoenix eyes, and a cold complexion. She stood aside and looked at Lin Muan.

"Yeah." Gong Jiushao also glanced at that person.

"This is Qin Ling, Qin Lin's sister. We met on the road and came to play together." Song Yanran smiled awkwardly.

"Well, you guys are going too?" Gong Jiushao noticed that both of them were holding red cloth strips. The relationship was self-evident.

Song Yanran suddenly felt even more embarrassed and didn't know where to put her hands and feet. Qin Ling was much calmer.

"Well, do you want to come together?" Qin Ling looked back at Lin Mu'an, said to Gong Jiushao calmly, and reached out to grab Song Yanran's hand.

A dark light flashed across Gong Jiushao's eyes, and he smiled slightly, "No need."

Qin Ling nodded, glanced at Song Yanran, and pulled Song Yanran away. Lin Muan looked at Qin Ling and then at Gong Jiushao. He felt that Qin Ling had more backbone than Qin Lin, at least he couldn't talk to Gong Jiushao. Stuttering.

"Brother Ninth, sister is gone."

"Well, you want to be with her?" Gong Jiushao touched Lin Muan's cold fingertips.

Lin Muan shook his head, Gong Jiushao smiled and led Lin Muan towards the acacia tree.

There were quite a few couples under the acacia tree. When Gong Jiushao and Lin Muan arrived, Song Yanran and Qin Ling had just finished hanging the red banners. When they saw the two coming, Song Yanran said hello shyly.

"Tie it to this and throw it up." Gong Jiushao handed a piece of bamboo to Lin Mu'an.

Lin Muan looked at the bamboo pieces, took them and tied them up. Gong Jiushao threw them up before him. Lin Muan weighed the bamboo pieces and threw them high up the tree.

"The throw was pretty high." Gong Jiushao touched Lin Muan's head.

Because Lin Mu'an was out playing, Aunt Wu used small clips to twist the hair on both sides of her face and pin it back. After being touched too much by Gong Jiushao, her hair was a little messy.

Lin Muan covered his head and looked at Gong Jiushao a little depressed.

"What's wrong?" Gong Jiushao took Lin Mu'an outside. More and more young couples came over. He was afraid that Lin Mu'an would feel uncomfortable.

"My hair seems to be messed up." Lin Muan reached out to touch the clip.

Gong Jiushao looked at Lin Muan's hair, took off the clip for Lin Muan, and took Lin Muan back to the private room. When they came out of the acacia tree, they didn't see Song Yanran and Qin Ling, thinking that the two of them should gone.

"Do I need to clamp it again?" Gong Jiushao pulled Lin Muan to sit on his lap.

"Yes, it's uncomfortable to have your hair on your face." Lin Muan brushed the hair on both sides of his face with his hands.

Gong Jiushao felt that it was quite simple to do Lin Muan's hair. After all, he didn't have any hairstyle. After clipping Lin Muan's hair, he leaned over and kissed Lin Muan.

Lin Mu'an didn't understand why White House Jiushao was so sudden, and his face slowly turned red.

Gong Jiushao chuckled softly when he saw Lin Muan blushing.

"Are you really not going to tell me what you wrote?"

Lin Muan turned his head and ignored Gong Jiushao, but his ears turned redder.

Gong Jiushao stopped teasing Lin Muan and just kissed Lin Muan's head a few more times.

The cloth strips on the acacia tree were fluttering, and the words could be vaguely read.

As time goes by, love never ends.