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

But he didn't take it to heart. Anyway, he was using money to do things, and he only needed to take care of Lin Mu'an, which cost him half a million yuan a month. He didn't have much money to spend, so he sent part of it to the orphanage and saved part of it.

I don't know what Lin Mu'an had dreamed about, but the strength of his grip on his hand was unusually strong.

How can someone look like a high school student at twenty years old? He looks so young.

Lin Muan learned Braille and passed the college entrance examination. His academic performance was very good and he graduated in one year. The main reason was that he really did nothing else except study during that time. He came to tutor every day and learned quickly.

"Well..." Lin Muan groaned and moved uneasily.

Song Boqin stared at Lin Muan and reached out to touch Lin Muan's head.

Lin Muan hugged Song Boqin's hand and rubbed his face against his hand.

Song Boqin sat in this posture all night, squinting for a while, and when he woke up, he took his hands away and went to work.

After he took his hand away, Lin Muan woke up immediately.

"Song Boqin?" Lin Mu'an sat up and shouted in a hoarse voice. He didn't hear Song Boqin's response and sat there for a while.

Lin Muan lay back down again, not feeling sleepy at all. Without knowing the time, he just felt uncomfortable.

Song Boqin washed the clothes that Lin Muan had changed and went upstairs to prepare the clothes that Lin Muan would wear today. When he passed the bed quietly, he wanted to go directly, but he glanced at Lin Muan on the bed.

Lin Mu'an didn't know when he woke up, staring at the ceiling with his dull eyes.

"When did the young master wake up?" Song Boqin came to the bedside and bent down to help Lin Muan sit up.

"When did you leave?" Lin Muan's voice was still a little hoarse and he asked with a frown.

"Four o'clock." Song Boqin poured a glass of warm water and handed it to Lin Mu'an.

Lin Mu'an didn't say anything, holding a cup and drinking water.

"The young master woke up as soon as I left?" Song Boqin asked a little confused.

"What time is it now?" Lin Muan asked instead without answering him.

"It's eight o'clock." Song Boqin took the cup Lin Muan drank from and stared at Lin Muan.

Lin Muan was silent for a moment, then lifted up the quilt and got up.

Song Boqin put on Lin Muan's slippers, followed him to the bathroom, and helped Lin Muan wash up as before.

"Can you not go downstairs to eat?" Lin Muan put his hand on Song Boqin's arm and asked with a frown.

"Master, I am just the master's housekeeper. I have no way to influence Mr. Lin." Song Boqin took Lin Muan's hand and helped him out of the bathroom.

Lin Muan clenched his fists and said nothing, letting Song Boqin help him down the stairs.

Song Boqin helped Lin Muan sit down and put the food in Lin Muan's hands.

Lin Wenbo glanced at Song Boqin, said nothing, and ate the food.

After everyone had finished eating, Lin Muan took a bite of the bread in his hand.

"You bitches, you can't even eat a piece of bread." Lin Jiachen stood up after eating, stared at Lin Mu'an, and said casually.

Lin Mu'an turned his head to where Lin Jiachen was standing, stood up and stared at him.

Lin Jiachen was stunned by his sudden movement and stared at Lin Muan with a smile.

Lin Mu'an picked up the plate at hand and threw it at Lin Jiachen. The movement stunned everyone present.

He likes to lose his temper, but he will never do this when Lin Wenbo is still at home.

"Have you said enough?" Lin Mu'an was shaking with anger and gritted his teeth.

Lin Jiachen could feel that Lin Muan really wanted to hit him, as the plate passed by his ear.

"You look a bit manly." Lin Jiachen smiled, not caring at all.

"Do you think you are very humorous?" Lin Mu'an stared at Lin Jiachen, his eyes sore.

"Young Master." Song Boqin called Lin Mu'an, hoping to stop him from losing his temper.

Lin Muan ignored Song Boqin and stared at Lin Jiachen with red eyes.

"You want to cry?" Lin Jiachen was puzzled and sneered, "If you want to cry, then you are even more of a pussy."

Lin Mu'an didn't want to cry in front of Lin Jiachen, so he turned around and was about to leave. His leg hit the chair and staggered. Song Boqin was so frightened that he hurriedly supported Lin Mu'an.

"Get out." Lin Mu'an pushed Song Boqin away, kicked off the chair and left.

Song Boqin accidentally bumped into the ornament behind him. Unexpectedly, Lin Muan was so strong, so he held up the ornament and followed Lin Muan.

Lin Muan didn't want Song Boqin to support him, and he tripped over something every step he took. Song Boqin was really afraid that he would fall.

Lin Jiachen laughed and stared at Lin Muan who looked like he was going crazy.

"What are you doing?" Lin Wenbo stood on the stairs, fiddled with his cufflinks, stared at Lin Muan, and said coldly.

Lin Muan subconsciously raised his head, making Lin Wenbo stunned.

Lin Muan cried and held back his tears. His fair face turned red and his eyes were red. The moment he raised his head, the tears in his eyes slid down his cheeks.

"What's wrong?" Lin Wenbo's voice softened a lot, and he wanted to reach out and touch Lin Mu'an's head.

Lin Muan lowered his head and avoided Lin Wenbo's hand.

Lin Wenbo was stunned for a moment and looked at Song Boqin behind Lin Muan.

"The fourth young master scolded the young master." Song Boqin didn't know whether he should say this, but it was indeed the case.

"What did you curse?" Lin Wenbo looked at Lin Jiachen downstairs with cold eyes.

"Shut up." Lin Muan's voice was filled with tears.

Song Boqin looked at Lin Muan and felt a little confused for a moment.

Lin Wenbo stepped aside and motioned to Song Boqin to help Lin Muan go back first and discuss the matter later.

Song Boqin wanted to help Lin Muan, but Lin Muan refused to let him go. He raised his feet to step up the steps and tripped. Song Boqin had no choice but to hug Lin Muan directly, regardless of whether Lin Muan would lose his temper again.

Lin Muan was stunned for a moment when he was picked up, and started screaming and struggling the next second he reacted.

Song Boqin directly reached out and blocked Lin Muan's mouth, carried him to the room and pressed him against the door, staring at Lin Muan.

Lin Muan hit and pinched Song Boqin, and even pulled his hair, but Song Boqin did not take away his hand from Lin Muan's mouth.

"Young master, you can cry, but you can't curse. If you promise, just blink your eyes and I will let go." Song Boqin stared at Lin Mu'an, and the warmth in his palms made him feel a little strange.

Lin Muan gradually calmed down and blinked.

Song Boqin let go of Lin Muan, and Lin Muan immediately threw himself into Song Boqin's arms, crying all the time, like a helpless little beast, which made people feel distressed.

"Song Boqin...he scolded me..." Lin Muan raised his head, his dull amber eyes full of bright tears.

"If he is bad, President Lin will punish him." Song Boqin's heart softened, and he stretched out his hand to caress Lin Mu'an's back, coaxing him with a warm voice.

Lin Mu'an hugged Song Boqin's waist tightly and rubbed his face against Song Boqin's chest.

Song Boqin was a little panicked, but he didn't push Lin Muan away.

"Master, please sit down and rest. You must not have eaten enough. I will go downstairs to get breakfast for you."