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

After eating, the two strolled back to the hotel.

For convenience, Wen Song simply moved here to live with Lin Muan.

After Wen Song packed up, Lin Muan went to the balcony to answer a phone call.

"Hey." Lin Muan looked at the sea not far away, feeling the sea breeze blowing by his ears.

"Have you had fun lately, Xiao An?" Lin Jingheng asked carefully.

"Yeah." Lin Muan responded coldly.

"Xiao An really don't want to come back?" Lin Jingheng glanced at Xu Yuluo standing aside.

Xu Yuluo seemed expressionless, but in fact he was very concerned about what was happening on the phone.

"I'm not going back." Lin Muan glanced at Wen Song in the room and put his arm on the guardrail.

"Okay, then Xiao An will eat well, drink well, and be happy." Lin Jingheng had no choice but to say some blessings.

"Yeah." Lin Mu'an knew that Xu Yu was left aside, so he didn't want to say anything more.

Xu Yuluo actually wanted to hear Lin Muan's voice. She knew that she was wrong before, but she also knew that Lin Muan would not forgive her.

Lin Mu'an couldn't forgive Xu Yuluo for what happened to the original owner, otherwise the injuries the original owner had suffered would be nothing.

"Xiao An..."

Xu Yuluo shouted, and Lin Muan immediately hung up the phone.

Listening to the busy signal on the phone, Xu Yuluo felt indescribably disappointed.

"Yu Luo..." Lin Jingheng wanted to coax Xu Yuluo, put down his phone and wanted to hug Xu Yuluo.

Xu Yuluo said nothing and turned away to avoid Lin Jingheng's hand.

Lin Jingheng sighed, but still stepped forward and hugged Xu Yuluo without saying anything.

Xu Yuluo stretched out her hand to wipe the corners of her eyes and sighed slightly.

Lin Muan glanced at his phone blankly and threw it to the ground. The pain in his chest made him breathless, and suddenly he felt warm liquid on the back of his hand.

Lin Muan glanced at Wen Song inside and wiped the liquid on the back of his hand with his clothes.

But no matter how hard he wiped it, it was still there, and his clothes were stained red.

While Wen Song was cleaning up, he glanced at Lin Muan and felt that he was squatting there in a panic and didn't know what he was doing. He stood up and walked towards him.

"What are the children doing?" Wen Song asked in confusion.

Wen Song's voice made Lin Muan pause. He wanted to find a place to hide, and he didn't want Wen Song to see it.

"It's okay." Lin Muan was nervous and didn't realize that his voice was wrong.

Wen Song was stunned for a moment.

"Crying?" Wen Song reached out and touched Lin Muan's head.

"No." Lin Muan buried his face downward, trying to avoid Wen Song's hand.

Wen Song felt something was wrong, frowned, and slipped Lin Muanti away.

Lin Muan was shocked and didn't know what to do, so he had to cover his nose quickly.

Wen Song stared at Lin Muan blankly. Lin Muan's face and shirt were all stained red with blood.

"Why is he bleeding?" Wen Song picked up Lin Mu'an, regardless of whether his blood was on her body, and just wanted to take him to the hospital quickly.

"Don't go to the hospital. I'm fine. I'm really fine." Lin Mu'an stretched out his hand to grab the door frame and resisted going to the hospital.

As soon as he took his hand away, the messy blood on his face looked even more terrifying.

"Obey, let's go to the hospital." Wen Song coaxed in a gentle voice.

"I'm fine. This happens all the time. Nothing's wrong. I can't find anything out even if I go to the hospital!" Lin Mu'an was dizzy and could only try his best to hold on to the door frame.

Wen Song saw that his body was shaking so much that he was really afraid that something might happen to him.

But if Lin Muan didn't let go, he couldn't force it, and Lin Muan was still bleeding from the nose.

"Please, don't go to the hospital." Lin Muan burst into tears. His heartbeat was too fast, which made him even more dizzy. He gradually lost the strength to pick up the door frame.

Wen Song had no choice. Lin Mu'an couldn't force himself into his current situation, otherwise it would be bad for him.

Wen Song carried Lin Mu'an to the bathroom and placed him on the sink. Wen Song couldn't walk away. Lin Mu'an grabbed his collar and leaned weakly in Wen Song's arms.

"I'm sorry." Lin Mu'an gasped and glanced at Wen Song with red eyes.

"It's okay, what's wrong with you?" Wen Song turned on the faucet, wetted the face towel on the side, and wiped Lin Muan's face carefully.

"I just lost control of my emotions. It's okay." Lin Mu'an's chin was pinched by Wen Song and he looked up at Wen Song.

Lin Muan felt a little dazed in front of his eyes, and Wen Song's face became blurry.

Wen Song didn't say anything, and looked at Lin Mu'an who was still bleeding from the nose, feeling extremely distressed.

Lin Muan cried and had a nosebleed, looking pitiful to death.

Wen Song wiped Lin Muan's face clean, found some paper to cover it with, and then wiped Lin Muan's neck, arms and hands. These areas were full of blood. Those who didn't know it thought he had killed someone.

"What is this symptom called?" Wen Song wiped Lin Muan's hands seriously and asked.

Lin Muan was still calming down and didn't hear clearly what Wen Song said.

Wen Song sighed and kissed Lin Muan's face.

Lin Muan couldn't see clearly and didn't feel much. He only felt that Wen Song was getting closer.

"What would you do if someone picked you up like this?" Wen Song looked at Lin Muan and saw that his eyes were dull, and he was very worried.

"Wen Song." Lin Mu'an stared at Wen Song, frowning, "What are you talking about?"

Wen Song shook his head and reached out to touch Lin Muan's face.

After wiping the blood off Lin Muan's body, Wen Song wiped it on his own face to avoid getting it on Lin Muan again.

After it was done, Wen Song carried Lin Muan out of the bathroom and put him on the bed. Wen Song rummaged through Lin Muan's clothes.

"Change clothes?" Wen Song found some clothes and looked at Lin Mu'an.

Lin Muan leaned against the bedside, glanced at Wen Song, reached out and started to take off his clothes.

"You don't need me to avoid it?" Wen Song looked away and handed the clothes to Lin Mu'an.

"You have everything I have, what are you afraid of?" Lin Muan was taking off his clothes, but got stuck halfway through, "Help me, I don't have the strength."

Wen Song swallowed, looked at Lin Mu'an, and bent down to take off his clothes. He tried his best to keep his mind clear of distracting thoughts, but when his fingers traced Lin Mu'an's skin, some waste material still entered his mind.

Lin Muan stared at Wen Song's eyes and glanced at where he was looking.

"What are you thinking?"

Lin Mu'an suddenly spoke. Wen Song was stunned for a moment and looked up at Lin Mu'an.

"It's nothing." Wen Song continued to dress Lin Mu'an, and stopped touching Lin Mu'an after getting dressed.

"Help me go to the bathroom, I haven't washed up yet." Lin Muan really had no strength and didn't know when he would be able to calm down.

Wen Song directly picked him up and went to the bathroom, helping Lin Muan wash up.

Lin Muan glanced at the hands around his waist.

After washing up, Wen Song carried Lin Muan out directly, put him on the bed and entered the bathroom.

Lin Muan took the paper off and looked at it. Wen Song had just replaced the paper for him, so there was no blood on the paper.

He himself never thought it would be so extreme.