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

"The young master said it, and I think so too. If the young master goes out to live, he can cooperate with the treatment. That would be good." Song Boqin stared at Lin Wenbo with a businesslike look.

"First coax him to cooperate with the treatment, and put aside the matter of moving out for the time being. You should be good at coaxing Xiao An." Lin Wenbo took off his glasses and stared at Song Boqin.

"It's okay to coax him once. The young master is not a fool. If you keep coaxing him and don't do it, the young master will make trouble." Song Boqin smiled and looked at Lin Wenbo seriously.

"Okay, let's coax Xiao An to cooperate with the treatment first, and I'll choose the house." Lin Wenbo looked away, feeling that Song Boqin was right.

"Okay, I'm going out first." Song Boqin didn't plan to stay too long, fearing that Lin Mu'an would wake up if he stayed here too long.

Lin Wenbo just looked at Song Boqin and did not let him stay.

Song Boqin returned to Lin Muan's room, and he seemed to be awake.

"Young master, please go to sleep. Mr. Lin agreed. He will take a look at the house and if he likes the young master, he can move out." Song Boqin went to bed next to Lin Mu'an and held him in his arms.

"Yeah." Lin Mu'an was confused before he woke up completely. He heard that he could move out and so on, and then fell asleep.

Song Boqin stared at Lin Muan, lowered his head and kissed Lin Muan's face.

The next day, he went to the hospital to cooperate with the doctor. Lin Muan felt very uncomfortable, mainly because he needed surgery.

There is no need to make an appointment for surgery. This doctor is always available to perform surgery on Lin Muan.

Although the operation would not be performed on the same day, Lin Muan still had to negotiate terms with Lin Wenbo and let him move out first.

Lin Wenbo didn't know why Lin Mu'an was so determined to move out, but in order for him to have surgery as soon as possible, he still chose a villa for Lin Mu'an to live in that was quite close to home.

Of course Lin Muan knew that Lin Wenbo would not let him go too far, but he would run away as soon as his eyes healed.

Lin Wenbo's situation is over-protection with guilt. He doesn't want to be over-protected like this.

Moreover, in this home, apart from eating together and greeting each other in the morning, he and Lin Wenbo had not spoken to each other all day, let alone socialized.

During the entire process of treating his eyes, Lin Muan refused to allow them to visit him. If Song Boqin dared to let anyone in, he would not eat.

With this threat, no one in the Lin family dared to visit Lin Muan easily.

Although it is a small bargaining chip, Lin Muan can really do it.

Song Boqin didn't understand why Lin Muan was so cruel to them, but he could take care of Lin Muan and had no impact on him.

Lin Mu'an was either doing acupuncture or on the road to acupuncture every day. After the operation, he took medicine and acupuncture. Anyway, it was a step-by-step process.

He could probably see some vague figures in five months, which was good news for everyone.

"Master, why are you standing in front of the window in a daze again? And you're not wearing socks. What if you catch a cold." Song Boqin put a blanket on Lin Mu'an, picked him up and put him on the sofa, and put socks on Lin Mu'an.

"Is it snowing outside?" Lin Muan blinked and looked at Song Boqin with a smile.

He liked that Song Boqin cared about him so much. Of course, he didn't mean not to wear socks, but just forgot.

"Yes, it's winter." Song Boqin looked up at Lin Mu'an and covered Lin Mu'an's feet. "Although there is heating at home, the young master has to wear socks."

"I forgot, can I go out and play in the snow?" Lin Mu'an moved his feet and asked.

"No, I have to go for acupuncture later." Song Boqin refused directly.

"Ah~ Just let me play for a while~" Lin Muan grunted and shook Song Boqin.

"No, it's not okay for the young master to act coquettishly." Song Boqin pulled down Lin Mu'an's hand and hugged him whole.

Lin Muan was left in a state of disarray. Song Boqin changed his clothes. He was dressed like a rice dumpling. Lin Muan felt like he was inactive.

"How will the doctor give me acupuncture when I'm dressed like this?" Lin Mu'an waved his hand and tried to touch his butt, but he couldn't bend his arm, and he was speechless.

Song Boqin looked at Lin Muan carefully. He felt that it was right to wear it this way, but it seemed that he couldn't move around. But Lin Muan would not catch a cold if he wore it like this.

"Let's go to the hospital by car. We'll stay there for two hours, and we won't be hanging out outside to get some air, so we don't need to wear such thick clothes." Lin Mu'an took off his clothes as he spoke. He could hardly move.

"Okay." Song Boqin thought that this seemed to be the case, so he changed Lin Mu'an into a turtleneck sweater and a black woolen coat.

Song Boqin lifted Lin Muan's long hair, thinking of tying it up, otherwise he would really look like a girl.

Lin Mu'an was recognized as a girl in the hospital before. Even if he was recognized as a girl, he still struck up a conversation.

This made Song Boqin very uncomfortable. Anyway, he didn't want people to pay too much attention to Lin Muan, but his appearance was very outstanding, whether he had long or short hair, he was attractive enough.

Lin Muan stared at Song Boqin. Although he couldn't see clearly, it was better than seeing nothing at all.

Lin Muan reached out and hugged Song Boqin's waist, buried his face in Song Boqin's arms and rubbed him.

"Like a kitten." Song Boqin reached out and held Lin Muan's face and rubbed it gently.

"Kitten? Can we raise a kitten?" Lin Mu'an looked at Song Boqin with bright eyes, his chin touching Song Boqin's chest.

"No, the young master is tripped by the kitten or the kitten is stepped on by the young master. This is not good." Song Boqin analyzed the pros and cons.

Lin Muan let out a disappointed sound and held hands with Song Boqin.

Song Boqin narrowed his eyes and smiled, and took Lin Muan to the hospital.

Acupuncture is really a bit painful. Although it is not a constant pain, it is still very uncomfortable. There is that strange feeling of needles digging into the skin.

And it has to stay on the skin for a while, which is really hard to endure.

Song Boqin felt distressed no matter how many times he saw him covered in needles.

After he finished acupuncture, Song Boqin took Lin Muan to play in the snow.

But I won't let him play for a long time, not if he has a cold.

"Song Boqin!" Lin Muan pinched a snowball and threw it at Song Boqin, smiling brightly.

Song Boqin looked at the snow that hit his calf, smiled, made a snowball and threw it at Lin Muan.

He didn't intend to throw it at Lin Muan. If the snow got on Lin Muan, he was afraid that he would catch a cold.

Lin Muan threw the snowball at Song Boqin again, and Song Boqin would be interested, but Lin Muan seemed to have noticed it.

"Song Boqin, this is not fun." Lin Muan clapped the snow in his hand, pulled the scarf, buried his face in the scarf, and stared at Song Boqin with his eyes.

"Young Master can see clearly before playing again. I'm afraid that Young Master will trip and fall while hiding." Song Boqin sighed, took Lin Mu'an's hand, and carefully cleaned the snow on Lin Mu'an's hand.

"I'm not a porcelain doll." Lin Mu'an stared at Song Boqin and muttered.

"Of course the young master is not a porcelain doll. I value the young master too much, so I don't want the young master to get hurt." Song Boqin took Lin Mu'an's hand, lowered his head and kissed the back of Lin Mu'an's hand.