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

Chapter 730 Almighty Butler vs Arrogant Young Master (11)

"Young Master, please stop rubbing against me." Song Boqin gritted his teeth and stretched out his hand to hold Lin Mu'an down.

Lin Muan blinked and groaned, wanting to hug him again.

"Master, what's happened to you recently?" Song Boqin was really helpless.

He couldn't do anything to Lin Mu'an, let alone beat him or scold him. It was really uncomfortable for him to always nuzzle him like this.

"Nothing, just give me a hug. I just want you to give me a hug." Lin Muan pouted and frowned.

Song Boqin stared at Lin Muan, not knowing what to do for a moment.

"Song Boqin just hugged me. It's not difficult. Once I fall asleep, you can just put it down for me." Lin Muan squinted his eyes, leaned against Song Boqin, and murmured softly.

Lin Muan closed his eyes, felt a little sleepy, and yawned.

Song Boqin felt that Lin Muan's whole body was soft and as light as cotton. He didn't know where the food he ate had gone, and there was not a single piece of meat on his body.

Lin Muan hugged Song Boqin tightly and never let go. Song Boqin couldn't figure out whether he was really asleep or pretending to sleep. He was holding him too tightly.

However, Song Boqin still pulled Lin Muan's hand away, carried him to the bed, and packed Lin Muan's clothes for washing.

Lin Mu'an woke up in the middle of the night. He woke up out of nowhere, and he didn't get enough sleep at all. He was not sleepy at all, and his mind was terrifyingly clear.

Song Boqin was not in the room, either going to bed or busy. Lin Muan sat up and groped his way out of bed.

Relying on muscle memory, he went to the floor-to-ceiling window, stretched out his hand to touch the cold glass, opened the glass and went out. His body was shaken by a gust of cold wind, and he relaxed for a while.

In fact, he didn't quite know what he was going to do. He just didn't feel sleepy and wanted to get up, not to blow the cold wind. He was a little curious whether he was really awake or sleepwalking.

Originally, he didn't like to be alone. He was too lonely. Now that he couldn't see him, his loneliness was infinitely magnified and he felt very tired.

He didn't know how long he stood on the balcony blowing the wind. Anyway, it was midnight when he got up. When he heard someone talking downstairs, he went back to the bedroom.

Lying back on the bed, Lin Muan wrapped himself in a quilt and thought for a while, but fell into a deep sleep.

Song Boqin called Lin Muan to eat, but he couldn't wake him up no matter how he shouted. He felt something was wrong, so he pulled back the quilt and looked at Lin Muan.

Lin Muan's face was very red and his brows were furrowed, as if he was very uncomfortable.

Song Boqin reached out and touched Lin Muan's face, then stroked Lin Muan's forehead. Only then was he convinced that Lin Muan had a fever.

"Master?" Song Boqin picked up Lin Mu'an and shouted.

Lin Muan rubbed against Song Boqin uncomfortably, muttering something in his mouth.

Song Boqin had no choice but to ask the family doctor to come, but he had to physically cool down Lin Muan first. He must have been feverish for a while, and his clothes were all wet, so he couldn't just wear it like this.

Unable to take a shower directly, Song Boqin hugged him and wiped his body. The maid changed the bed sheets. Then he put Lin Muan on the bed, and the family doctor came.

Lin Muan didn't like going to the hospital, so the doctor prepared it like this.

The doctor took Lin Muan's temperature, administered an intravenous drip, prescribed medicine, and waited downstairs.

Although it was not easy for many people to surround Lin Muan, the current situation was that four people surrounded Lin Muan.

Lin Wenbo came to see Lin Muan for a while and then left. Even the few people who were going to work in the company also looked at Lin Muan before leaving.

Song Boqin knew that they felt sorry for Lin Muan, but it was best that Lin Muan needed ventilation like this.

"Master and ladies, it's not good to be surrounded like this." Song Boqin looked at a few people and said warmly.

"Then what should we do? Why did Xiao An get sick as soon as he came back from going out?" Lin Qinyan looked at Lin Mu'an very worriedly. Looking left and right, she couldn't figure out why she was sick.

"Don't you still have work? When you come back from your work, the young master's fever should have subsided." Song Boqin sighed. He was not a doctor. How did he know that these young masters and ladies were really difficult to take care of.

After going out and coming back, he fell ill in one night, and he was still puzzled.

What else they wanted to say, Lin Qinghe's cell phone rang.

It was a call from two young ladies far abroad, and Song Boqin fell silent for a moment.

Lin Qingyao and Lin Qingwan anxiously asked about Lin Muan's condition on the other end of the phone. Lin Qinghe had to tell them that Lin Muan just had a fever and was not seriously ill.

Lin Muan felt it was very noisy, his mind was buzzing, and he wanted to find Song Boqin.

"Song...Boqin..."

The four of them looked at Lin Muan and listened carefully to Lin Muan's words. Lin Muan called Song Boqin again. Several people looked at Song Boqin, wondering why Lin Muan called Song Boqin.

Seeing them looking at him, Song Boqin walked closer and looked at Lin Muan.

Lin Muan squinted at Song Boqin and said something vaguely. Others didn't know what Lin Muan said, but Song Boqin felt like he knew what Lin Muan said.

Song Boqin bent down and picked up Lin Mu'an. Lin Mu'an clung to Song Boqin, and the hand that was holding the water stung.

"It hurts." Lin Muan's voice was very soft, and he rubbed his face against Song Boqin's neck.

Several people looked at Song Boqin blankly, wondering why Song Boqin picked up Lin Muan.

"What are you doing holding Xiao An?" Lin Chengyi stared at Song Boqin with an unkind expression.

"The young master said he wanted me to hold him." Song Boqin glanced at Lin Mu'an and answered Lin Chengyi.

Lin Chengyi looked unbelieving and wanted to take Lin Muan away from Song Boqin's arms.

Lin Muan hugged Song Boqin tightly and muttered.

"Uncomfortable...Song Boqin...cold..."

Lin Chengyi's movements froze. This time he heard Lin Mu'an speak clearly and looked at Song Boqin with some confusion.

Song Boqin didn't say anything, but went to get a blanket and put it on Lin Mu'an.

The hanging bottle is removable, so there is no inconvenience.

But holding him like this is not a problem. Song Boqin hugged Lin Muan and sat on the sofa, wrapping Lin Muan in a blanket.

Lin Mu'an hugged Song Boqin tightly and kept pushing into Song Boqin's arms, almost reaching into Song Boqin's clothes.

Song Boqin didn't dare to move. The blanket was covering him and he couldn't see. If he took it away, it would be over.

The four of them stared at Song Boqin, making Song Boqin feel an inexplicable tingling sensation on his spine.

Lin Mu'an's fever hadn't subsided yet, and his whole body was hot against Song Boqin. He was humming and murmuring something unknown, and Song Boqin responded.

The four of them found it amazing that they had no idea what Lin Muan had said and that Song Boqin could still respond, which was unbelievable.

"What did Xiao An say?" Lin Qinyan stared at Song Boqin curiously and asked in confusion.

"The young master said he was cold and asked me to hold him tighter." Song Boqin glanced at Lin Qinyan and pursed his lower lip in reply.

"Is Xiao An going crazy?" Lin Qinyan frowned, very confused.

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