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

Yin Shiyu smiled, straightened Lin Muan, closed the door, and then pulled Lin Muan to sit on the sofa.

Lin Muan looked at him very familiarly and said nothing.

"Breakfast, the loving breakfast I brought to the kitten~" Yin Shiyu put down the bag and took out the thermos box inside.

"Sir...can you please stop calling me kitten? It's a bit greasy." Lin Mu'an sighed. Every time he heard Yin Shiyu call him that, he felt goosebumps.

"No, you are as cute as a kitten, so you have to shout like that." Yin Shiyu didn't care and pinched Lin Muan's face.

Lin Muan really felt a chill and wanted to bite Yin Shiyu to death.

Yin Shiyu always had a smile on his face and took a dumpling and handed it to Lin Muan.

"Ah ~ steamed dumplings."

Lin Mu'an hesitated when he saw Yin Shiyu feeding him like a child.

"It's not poisonous, and it's not drugged." Yin Shiyu explained, thinking that Lin Muan was afraid that he would drug him.

"Oh." Lin Mu'an responded coldly and ate the steamed dumplings he fed, "Have you eaten it?"

"I ate." Yin Shiyu continued to feed, staring at Lin Mu'an and seeing the black and blue under his eyes, "Didn't the kitten sleep well?"

Lin Muan touched his face and nodded slightly, with a little resentment in his eyes.

Yin Shiyu never thought that it was him, and asked with concern: "Is the sound insulation not good enough to disturb you?"

"No, it's my own fault." Lin Mu'an stared at Yin Shiyu's movements and replied.

Yin Shiyu wanted to say something else, but then there was a knock on the door.

Lin Muan stood up and opened the door, and was a little confused when he saw it was Zhou Heran.

"Want breakfast? My mother asked me to bring it to you." Zhou Heran showed the thermos box in his hand and looked inside the room.

Just in time to meet Yin Shiyu's cold gaze, he was stunned for a moment, then looked back at Lin Mu'an.

"Need not."

"My mother really asked me to give it to you. If you don't accept it, I can't explain it."

Lin Muan was silent for a few seconds and then accepted it, "Wait a moment."

Zhou Heran nodded and stood at the door waiting for Lin Muan. He had no intention of going in, but Yin Shiyu's gaze really made him frightened.

My neck feels cold for no reason.

Lin Muan packed the food in the thermos box, rinsed the thermos box and returned it to Zhou Heran.

"I'm not sure if Auntie will be home soon. I also have something to do, so you can take the thermos box."

"it is good."

Zhou Heran didn't ask any more questions, but the moment the door closed, he remembered Yin Shiyu.

But as long as Lin Muan is okay, there should be no problem.

Yin Shiyu stared at Lin Muan, his tone a little cold, "Who is that person?"

"Neighbors, colleagues, brothers who grew up together, my mother and his mother are good friends." Lin Mu'an explained simply to prevent Yin Shiyu from misunderstanding, and put the egg roll on the coffee table.

"He likes you? Or do you like him?" Yin Shiyu was still very doubtful.

Lin Muan is his now. No matter what the reason is, he will be wary and uncomfortable when Lin Muan approaches others.

"First, he likes women. Second, I don't like him. What else do you want to ask, sir? If not, can I have breakfast?" Lin Mu'an really didn't want to use his brain. He just wanted to relax at home.

And he finally got some rest. If Yin Shiyu hadn't knocked on the door early in the morning to feed him, he would still be sleeping soundly in bed.

"So the kitten likes men." Yin Shiyu said with certainty in his voice, holding an egg roll and passing it to Lin Muan's lips.

"Well, and Mr. Yin looks like my ideal type. Are you happy, Mr. Yin?" Lin Muan narrowed his eyes and smiled, and took the chopsticks from Yin Shiyu's hand.

Eating a meal is like having a quiz with prizes, and eating a meal neatly is not enough.

Yin Shiyu was really stunned when he heard what he said.

He held his chin, frowning in thought.

Lin Mu'an didn't know what he was thinking, but people who didn't know must have thought that Yin Shiyu was thinking about something big.

But Lin Muan felt that Yin Shiyu was definitely not thinking about anything big at this time.

While Lin Muan was having breakfast, Yin Shiyu didn't say a word.

Seeing that he was motionless and silent, Lin Muan stood up and prepared to pack the things on the table.

"Am I really your ideal type?" Yin Shiyu held Lin Muan's hand and stared at Lin Muan seriously, eager to know the answer.

"Yeah." Lin Mu'an would not say anything against his will, it was indeed the truth anyway.

Yin Shiyu stood up immediately after hearing Lin Mu'an's answer, cleared the things on the table, and washed the used dishes.

When Lin Muan saw what he wanted to do, he didn't stop him. It was really because Lin Muan was very tired.

After Yin Shiyu finished, he came out of the kitchen and saw Lin Muan slumped on the sofa. He picked Lin Muan up and held him in his arms.

He didn't say anything, but he was so excited when he just heard Lin Mu'an say that.

Although he didn't know what he was excited about, he was in an inexplicably good mood.

"Mr. Yin, why are you acting like a fledgling young man? He is already thirty-two years old." Lin Muan just stayed there, a little speechless about Yin Shiyu's behavior.

"I don't know, but I'm in a good mood." Yin Shiyu hugged Lin Mu'an, lowered his head and buried his face in Lin Mu'an's neck, gently smelling his scent.

Lin Mu'an had a light and sweet aroma. Yin Shiyu liked it very much and wanted to nibble on Lin Mu'an.

Facing the heavy breathing on his neck, Lin Muan felt that Yin Shiyu was going to eat him.

Yin Shiyu was just like the spirit who coveted Tang Monk's meat.

But Yin Shiyu Thirty-Two is hard to tell. He always wears sexy shirts, making him look like a peacock with all the bells and whistles.

He looks like a silly son of a landlord, a tall and tall silly son of a landlord.

But things were different when Yin Shiyu didn't smile. He looked like a social boss who was strategizing and not easy to mess with.

"Sir, you have such bad taste." Lin Muan muttered as he looked at Yin Shiyu's pink shirt.

"What?" Yin Shiyu was still immersed in the fragrant smell of Lin Mu'an and didn't hear what Lin Mu'an said clearly.

"I said your husband's dressing sense is very poor." Lin Mu'an frowned slightly in disgust, straightened up and stared at Yin Shiyu.

Yin Shiyu touched his shirt, feeling a little sad. He glanced at Lin Muan for a few times, his eyes dimmed, "Really? I like this shirt very much."

Should he say it or not, Yin Shiyu knows how to use his face.

Lin Muan was silent for half a minute, then pursed his lips and said, "Actually, it's not bad, sir, my face can hold up this dress."

Yin Shiyu's eyes lit up instantly when he heard what he said.

"Really?" Yin Shiyu asked happily.

"Really." Lin Muan looked down, avoiding Yin Shiyu's gaze.

Yin Shiyu didn't pay attention to this and just hugged Lin Mu'an.

For a moment, it was not clear who the kitten was.

Lin Mu'an let him rub him. Being held by Yin Shiyu like this, he had just eaten and drank enough, and was a little sleepy.