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

Lin Qinyan and the others kept asking where they were, but Lin Muan only said that they were at Song Boqin's place.

They wanted to see him, but Lin Mu'an felt that there was nothing to see, and he didn't know what to say when they saw him, so he might as well just leave it like this. They would meet him sooner or later anyway, just let it happen.

But who knew that this chance would be a year later.

Lin Mu'an was lying on the sofa in the living room watching TV. He heated up some food and then fell asleep while watching TV.

When Song Boqin came back, there was only one warm yellow lamp in the living room.

"Master?" Song Boqin shouted in confusion. He didn't hear Lin Muan's response. He subconsciously felt that Lin Muan had run away, but he still went to the sofa and took a look.

Seeing Lin Muan asleep on the sofa, Song Boqin breathed a sigh of relief.

Song Boqin unbuttoned his suit jacket, took off his jacket and placed it on the sofa. He loosened the cuff buttons of his shirt and rolled the sleeves to his elbows.

Song Boqin knelt beside the sofa, stared at Lin Muan's face, leaned over and kissed Lin Muan's face.

"Song Boqin?" Lin Muan was not sleeping deeply. He woke up when Song Boqin called him, but he didn't open his eyes.

"I'm here." Song Boqin took Lin Mu'an's hand, got close and kissed the back of Lin Mu'an's hand.

"Welcome home." Lin Muan stretched out his hand to touch his face, squinting and smiling.

"Well, are you hungry, young master?" Song Boqin lowered his head and kissed Lin Mu'an on the forehead, saying warmly, staring into Lin Mu'an's bright eyes.

"It seems a little bit." Lin Muan lay flat and stared at the ceiling.

"Does the young master want to go out to eat or eat what I cook?" Song Boqin looked at Lin Mu'an without blinking.

"You cook it." Lin Muan glanced at Song Boqin, sat up and stretched.

"Master, do you want to eat the wontons? The ones you made a few days ago." Song Boqin stood up and asked with a smile.

"Eat." Lin Muan looked up at Song Boqin and said with a smile.

"Then young master, wait a minute, it will be fine soon." Song Boqin was stunned for a moment, then reached out and touched Lin Muan's head.

Lin Muan stared at Song Boqin, and when he saw him going to the kitchen, he glanced at his suit jacket.

Lin Muan picked up his coat and looked at it, then brought it to his nose and sniffed, frowning slightly.

"What is the young master doing?"

When Lin Mu'an heard Song Boqin's voice, his back stiffened and he turned back to stare at Song Boqin.

"Master, what are you doing with my coat?" Song Boqin stared at Lin Muan, seeing that he looked like he had been caught doing bad things, and thought he was funny and cute.

"I just took a look...I didn't smell it." Lin Muan looked at Song Boqin blankly, and what he said was a bit self-proclaimed.

Song Boqin smiled and stretched out his hand to rub Lin Muan's face.

"Why is the young master so cute? Huh?" Song Boqin resisted the urge to press Lin Muan to death and looked at Lin Muan with a smile.

"I...I don't...I'm not cute." Lin Mu'an let go of Song Boqin's suit jacket and blushed.

"My secretary is a man with a wife. Other employees can't get in touch with me. Master, don't worry." Song Boqin smiled, leaned over and kissed Lin Muan's face.

"I...I'm not worried." Lin Muan lowered his eyes to hide the panic in his eyes.

"The young master is the best young master in the world. I love the young master the most. I will only love the young master all my life. I will always be with the young master. Even if the young master asks me to leave, I will not leave." Song Boqin reached out and held Lin Muan's face, affectionately He looked at Lin Muan.

"Oh... you... aren't you going to cook wontons? I'm very hungry!" Lin Mu'an was so panicked when he was looked at like this, his heart was beating very fast.

"Let's go now." Song Boqin kissed Lin Muan's lips and smiled happily.

Lin Muan glanced at him, pursed his lips and snorted.

Song Boqin took a piece of paper and went there. Lin Muan looked at the suit jacket again, picked it up and took a deep breath.

There is no smell of women's perfume or other strange smells, just the scent of laundry detergent.

Lin Muan buried his face in his suit jacket and lay down with the jacket in his arms, using the remote control to adjust the TV.

Soon the aroma came from the kitchen. Lin Muan sat up, scratched the back of the sofa and stared in the direction of the kitchen.

Song Boqin is also wearing a white shirt, suit pants, and a pink apron. He looks funny no matter how he looks and looks like a good family man.

Song Boqin came out with wontons, put the bowl on the coffee table, and went to get a spoon.

Lin Mu'an stared at the wontons on the coffee table. They smelled delicious. Although he wasn't that hungry when he said he was hungry, he was really hungry now.

"It's ready to eat, but it's very hot." Song Boqin held the spoon with one hand to scoop out the wontons, and held it under the spoon with the other hand to prevent the soup from scalding Lin Mu'an, and carefully blew it to cool down.

"It's very hot and you still pick it up with your hands. Don't you know how to use a paper pad?" Lin Mu'an was a little speechless and took out two pieces of paper and stuffed them into Song Boqin's hand.

"If I get burned, the young master will care about me." Song Boqin squinted and smiled, feeling almost a little colder, and fed the wontons into Lin Muan's mouth.

"Are you a fool?" Lin Mu'an chewed wontons and stared at Song Boqin with a frown.

"No, the young master knows that I am very smart, right?" Song Boqin smiled meaningfully, scooped up another wonton and blew it to cool down.

Lin Muan blushed and fell silent. Song Boqin stuffed the cold wontons into Lin Muan's mouth and looked at Lin Muan with a smile.

"I mean what I said."

"What I said was serious. The young master just thought wrongly."

"I don't want to hear you talk."

"But I really want to hear what the young master has to say."

Lin Muan pursed his lips and was too lazy to pay attention to him.

Song Boqin smiled and continued to feed Lin Muan wontons.

"Aren't you going to eat?" Lin Mu'an asked, looking at the half-full wontons.

"Master, do you want me to eat?" Song Boqin blinked and looked at Lin Muan with a smile.

"You just eat, how come you have to ask me to eat it for you? You cooked the wontons and you just eat them. It makes me stingy and you are humble." Lin Mu'an frowned and stared at Song Boqin seriously.

Song Boqin was stunned for a moment, put down the spoon, threw Lin Muan down and kissed her fiercely.

Lin Muan was confused, mainly because his stomach was a little bloated after eating something, and being pressed like this made him feel like vomiting.

Lin Mu'an struggled desperately and beat Song Boqin's shoulder, and finally Song Boqin got it off. He sat up and gasped, reaching out to touch his chest to prevent him from vomiting.

"I like the young master so much, I love the young master so much." Song Boqin hugged Lin Muan's waist and rubbed Lin Muan's belly lovingly.

"Just love me if you love me. Next time, don't pounce on me after I finish eating. I almost vomited everything." Lin Mu'an sighed and looked at Song Boqin helplessly.

"Not next time." Song Boqin looked at Lin Muan with a smile.

Lin Mu'an felt that Song Boqin was like a big dog, he looked really loyal.

The rest of the wontons were all eaten by Song Boqin. Lin Muan was so whole that he didn't spit it out because of his love for Song Boqin.

Lin Muan stared at Song Boqin and looked at his pink apron with rabbit print.