Conan: Ke Xue’s daily life in the world of elderly care

When Zhu Fu Jingguang returned to the familiar apartment, a very drunk man was sitting on the carpet in front of the sofa, holding a small essential oil bottle and dripping it into the melted wax liquid. It looked like a very sophisticated wax melting lamp, with pieces of coconut wax in a metal bowl, and a carved glass next to it.

Tang Muqing squinted his eyes, and dripped various aromatherapy essential oils into the wax liquid according to the estimated dosage. The familiar ratio and smell dispersed the smell of alcohol in the room.

Zhu Fu Jingguang frowned, locked the door of the apartment, walked over and sat down, and asked doubtfully, "Didn't you do a lot? The storage room is full of aromatherapy made by you, why are you doing it so late at night?"

"A thief stole my candle." Tang Muqing couldn't help but frown. He went to the wax liquid and smelled it. After stirring it evenly, he poured it into the glass with the candle wick attached. "I just counted it. Every smell is... Several were lost, and the one that lost the most was the one with amber spice.”

Hearing this, Zhu Fu Jingguang was startled.

He glanced around and spoke hesitantly, "Can a thief sneak into a top apartment building in Tokyo?"

Unlikely?

The 24-hour door guards on the first floor are all Tang Muqing's people. There are even cameras in the security passage. How could someone sneak in?

And... there's nothing wrong with stealing but candles, which are not as expensive as the ornaments Tang Muqing put on the shelf.

Tang Muqing covered the candles one by one and placed them on the ground to cool down. After wiping his hands, he hugged Zhu Fu Jingguang unceremoniously and buried his head in his neck, "I don't know, maybe someone stole my candles. "

Amber, agarwood, and a little musk, this smell is fragrant but not exciting. It was obviously mixed before time travel, but now it's lost... maybe the administrator stole it? !

and……

The rest of the flavor was lost...probably the gin secretly took it away.

Gin, that man, looks cold and cool, but he is actually quite arrogant.

Zhu Fu Jingguang sighed softly, "Did you remember it wrong?"

"Who knows..." Tang Muqing murmured, rubbing his cheek on Zhu Fu Jingguang's neck, "Sent them away?"

"Well, Zero is worried that you will threaten me and make me a policeman and become your househusband..." Thinking of this, Zhu Fu Jingguang couldn't help but sigh, "Why would he think so?"

"Haha..." Tang Muqing couldn't help laughing. He put his arms around Zhu Fu Jingguang's waist and sat on the carpet. He closed his eyes and let the alcohol fill the air. "Let him think about it. Anyway, you have returned to the police now." It’s in the theater, but..."

Tang Muching paused and suddenly said, "Is your life in the Metropolitan Police still pleasant? Do you need me, your former boss, to help you smoothen the relationship for promotion?"

Hey, the boss is pitiful, and the boss with Bai Yueguang is even more pitiful.

Not only do they have to arrange their work, but they also have to worry about whether Bai Yueguang is being squeezed in the workplace, and when Bai Yueguang will get a promotion and a salary increase.

Zhu Fu Jingguang felt even more helpless. He felt that his bottom line had been lowered step by step since he met Tang Muqing. He could no longer watch Tang Muqing say something that was a bit bribery and corrupt without interrupting him. "It doesn't matter, I feel like It seemed better not to get promoted.”

This kind of life was something I couldn't even imagine before, and besides, my situation is really not suitable for promotion, otherwise it would be very difficult for the organization to ask me to find out any information.

Even if you haven't been blackened yet, you have to be blackened by force.

"Okay." Tang Muqing responded, moved his palm to Zhu Fu Jingguang's face, and rubbed his fingertips on his chin, "You have recently started growing a beard again, and it doesn't look good."

Hearing this, Zhu Fu Jingguang was startled.

He tilted his head back slightly and turned to look at Tang Muqing, one eyebrow raised, with a teasing smile in his eyes, "What? You have been with Ginjiu for too long, and you have begun to dislike me? Am I... old and yellow now?" Should I study ancient Chinese prose, Nagato Fu?"

Tang Muqing smiled with his eyes bent. There were some fine lines at the corners of his eyes due to his age, but they did not look old.

He rubbed the stubble on Zhu Fu Jingguang's chin with his thumb and couldn't help but sigh, "You look a bit sad like this... I don't like it."

With that said, Tang Muqing stood up, walked quickly to the bathroom, found the razor, and walked out with softener and a hot towel.

The capitalist, who always showed gentleness, knitted his brows together. He pressed the undercover agent on the sofa and put a hot towel on his chin. The beard softener was skillfully shaken evenly, and it immediately covered half of his face.

Zhu Fu Jingguang sighed again, "You really dislike my beard..."

The head of the Tang Mu family, who has been pampered since childhood, has always been refined and picky. In his past assistant career, he would frown at his clothes and pickyly ask him to go back and change clothes. Later, he even asked the clothing brand to send new clothes every quarter. , a set is matched and packed in a dust bag.

But now, he, Zhu Fu Jingguang, who is thirty years old, is being forced to shave his beard by a man three or four years younger than him.

A thirty-year-old man with a beard is just not welcome to meet him? !

"It doesn't look good. It always reminds me of the way you hold a gun to your heart..." Tang Muqing frowned, holding the blade and shaving the stubble on Zhu Fu Jingguang's chin cleanly, revealing his smooth skin, " You're only thirty years old, so why are you pretending to be stable? Your beard doesn't match your eyes at all."

Zhu Fu Jingguang raised his head and let the blade move against the skin of his neck without any sign of resistance.

His Adam's apple rolled, and he lowered his voice to avoid making too big a move, "I'm still going to listen to you after I leave my job? Do you plan to still take care of Zero's dress?"

"I won't care if you're jealous." Tang Muqing smiled, let go and threw the blade into the box, and wiped the shaving foam clean with a hot towel, "But can he really not give up the peaked cap? The peaked cap can't even block his hair..."

Tsk, look, his skills are still very good, Scotland instantly turned back into white moonlight.

Zhu Fu Jingguang couldn't help laughing when he thought about the peaked cap that was always on Zero's head, "Maybe this is his disguise skill?"

Tang Muqing sighed, closed his eyes again and pressed his face on Zhu Fu Jingguang's shoulder, "I'm so miserable. I'm going to start working at the Metropolitan Police Department. I've obviously retired, right?"

The first year of Conan has begun. Although the body's functions will not age or degrade, working overtime is always unpleasant.

He has left Conan, the god of death, for his own selfish reasons. The little treasure should be regarded as the protection fee paid by Conan. As for the rest...

Whoever steals his business can take Conan to his home to film an episode. Entrepreneurs and businessmen who were killed by Conan can also find opportunities to annex them, and by the way, they can also provide funds for wineries.