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

His relationship with Lin Shihe couldn't be said to be bad, but it wasn't good either. It was because he was unilaterally not good with Lin Shihe.

Lin Shihe is now a professor at the best university in Xiaocheng. The school is quite far from home, and usually he will not come back.

At that time, he needed a tutor for his high school courses, and Lin Shihe asked his classmates to help teach Lin Muan, but that person had other ideas for Lin Muan.

Although that person was also a man, it was that person who had thoughts about Lin Muan and wanted to do something, but Lin Shihe discovered it.

Lin Shihe beat the man half to death. In any case, he scared Lin Muan. Anyway, he did not dare to contact Lin Shihe's friends and Lin Shihe himself.

Song Boqin also knew about this, so he understood Lin Muan.

Lin Shihe sighed and reached out to pat Song Boqin's shoulder.

Song Boqin just glanced at Lin Shihe and said nothing.

After Lin Shihe left, Lin Muan breathed a sigh of relief and let Song Boqin take him upstairs.

Song Boqin gave him a bath and changed clothes, and Lin Muan instantly felt like he was alive.

Lin Muan collapsed on the bed comfortably and rolled around happily.

"Master, I'll bring you back. You have to help me deal with the ladies." Song Boqin looked at the nearly a hundred missed calls and 99+ messages on his mobile phone, and felt like his head was heavy.

"How should we deal with it?" Lin Mu'an put his hand on Song Boqin's waist and asked doubtfully.

"The young master just told the young lady that we got home safely." Song Bo quickly opened Lin Qinghe's phone number and would call Lin Mu'an as long as he agreed.

"Okay, give it to me." Lin Muan touched around and felt a strange touch. When he wanted to touch it again, his hand was grabbed by Song Boqin.

Song Boqin froze, took a breath, and put the phone into Lin Muan's hand.

"Song Boqin, that just now..." Lin Muan blinked and wanted to ask.

"Master, the call is out, please listen." Song Boqin quickly interrupted Lin Mu'an and stopped him from talking anymore.

Lin Mu'an didn't ask any more questions. After the call was connected, he started chatting with Lin Qinghe.

Song Boqin wanted to calm down and clear his mind, but Lin Mu'an put his hand on his leg and touched it from time to time.

None of this meant anything. The next moment, Lin Muan was lying directly on his lap.

But Lin Mu'an was chatting on the phone, and he couldn't get Lin Mu'an away at all.

Lin Muan reached out and took Song Boqin's hand, held his hand to the side of his face, let him hold the phone, and then his hand was freed, and then started touching Song Boqin again.

Song Boqin wanted him to stop touching him, but he couldn't speak at all.

Lin Mu'an touched Song Boqin's arm with both hands and touched the area where his veins were raised. Song Boqin only felt a little itchy.

Song Boqin stared at Lin Muan's hand, the emotion in his eyes was dark and unclear.

The young master's hands are very thin and soft, and the tips of his fingers are slightly cold. The young master's skin color is in sharp contrast to his. The white and tender hands are touching his wheat-colored skin, and it feels strange no matter how you look at it. Makes people think.

"Okay, bye." Lin Muan narrowed his eyes and smiled, staring at Song Boqin with bright eyes. As soon as he finished speaking, he turned his head and stretched out his hand to climb onto Song Boqin's shoulder.

Before Song Boqin could react, when he did, Lin Muan's hand was already touching his face.

"There is still a phone, please don't touch it, young master." Song Boqin felt helpless and wanted to pull Lin Muan away.

"No, I'll touch him, I'll touch him, I'll just touch him." Lin Mu'an felt like he was about to pull away from her, and even closer to Song Boqin.

The two of them pulled and pulled, and finally Lin Muan was sitting on Song Boqin's lap, with his arms tightly holding Song Boqin's waist, and his whole body was wrapped around Song Boqin. Song Boqin had no way to start.

"Master, I told you before, don't touch a man's body." Song Boqin held Lin Muan's wrists with one hand and stared at Lin Muan, wanting to know what was going on in his mind.

"I only touched Song Boqin's." Lin Muan didn't understand. He just touched Song Boqin, and he didn't do anything.

"Does the young master really not understand or does he pretend not to understand?" Song Boqin stared into Lin Mu'an's eyes, leaned close to Lin Mu'an, and put his arms around Lin Mu'an's waist, "Master, aren't you afraid that something like that will happen again?"

Lin Muan was stunned for a moment and frowned slightly, but did not push Song Boqin away.

"Song Boqin...it doesn't matter, don't go too far." Lin Muan tilted his head and looked at Song Boqin with a smile.

"It doesn't matter if it's me? But you can't go too far?" Song Boqin didn't understand the meaning of Lin Mu'an's words, but he felt that he understood, but Lin Mu'an's words were very confusing, "What do you mean, Master?"

Rather than thinking wildly, Song Boqin hoped to speak clearly, which would be better for everyone.

"It's nothing. Just call me and I'll give you a hug. It won't affect you." Lin Mu'an smiled and put his face against Song Boqin's chest, not wanting to say anything else.

Song Boqin wanted to ask clearly, but Lin Muan showed no intention of saying anything, so he had to call first.

Lin Muan's eyes were fixed on Song Boqin, but he was on the phone, and Song Boqin looked at him with an indescribable feeling.

Obviously he couldn't see anything, but he felt like he had nowhere to hide.

He didn't know what he was hiding from, but Lin Muan's eyes were so hot that it was as if he could see it.

After Lin Muan made this call, he made another one. The third call was very quick. After Lin Muan said that he had arrived home safely, he gave the phone to Song Boqin and did not want to say a word to Lin Chengyi.

Song Boqin glanced at his cell phone, which still showed that he was on a call, and wanted Lin Muan to say a few more words, but Lin Muan didn't want to talk, so he buried his face in Song Boqin's chest and rubbed it.

Song Boqin could only say that Lin Muan was sleepy and hung up the phone.

"Master, do you want to sleep?" Song Boqin put away his phone and looked down at Lin Muan.

"No, please hug me." Lin Muan kept rubbing against Song Boqin's chest, as if he wanted to get in.

Song Boqin sighed and reached out to hold Lin Muan's face.

"I really don't know what is going on in the young master's mind, so the young master will say it directly." Song Boqin stared at Lin Muan's lips and swallowed.

"Do you want to sleep with me?" Lin Mu'an smiled and stared at Song Boqin.

"Young Master, you want me to sleep with you?" Song Boqin was puzzled and puzzled, his brows slightly furrowed.

"I didn't think so." Lin Muan pursed his lips and reached out to touch Song Boqin's face.

Song Boqin felt that Lin Muan's words had two meanings, but it seemed that they did not. Just looking at Lin Muan's face, he really couldn't figure out whether Lin Muan's words had two meanings.

Lin Muan took Song Boqin's hand away and rubbed it against Song Boqin's chest again.