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

The sun at noon in winter has a deserted look even at noon.

The blond man parked the car in the underground parking lot, went upstairs with the keys and a bouquet of simply wrapped white flowers, with an extremely calm expression on his face.

The white tulips are wrapped in a simple piece of colored paper and tied with long ribbons, making them look fragile but holy.

Toru Amuro wanted to climb the stairs out of habit, and after thinking about the floor, he turned and walked into the elevator.

No, not that I would ambush him in his own home.

The elevator dinged, and the empty corridor seemed to carry the scent of freshener.

Toru Amuro took out the key and opened the door. What greeted her was a warm and soft breath, which was wrapped in a light but lingering woody fragrance, mixed with the fragrance of roses, gentle but firm.

The study door was open a crack, and there was a little light coming from it. It seemed that the owner had closed the curtains and turned on the lights to deal with work matters.

The golden-haired and black-skinned physical education student was at a loss for a moment. After changing his shoes, he took off his coat, took out the flowers and stuffed them into the empty vase on the table. Then he walked to the door of the study and opened the door.

"The contract will have someone from the company contact you."

"Let your agent discuss it with them."

"Well...no need to contact me."

A weak voice came from it. The man wearing comfortable pajamas frowned slightly and talked on the phone. Something that the undercover agent couldn't understand flashed on the computer screen in front of him.

Tang Muqing raised his eyes and glanced at the person who came, nodded and said a few more words to the phone before hanging up.

"Do you need me to prepare lunch?" Toru Amuro stood at the door of the study, looking like a considerate and considerate life assistant. "I brought tulips for you today, what do you think?"

"Yes." Tang Muqing responded, tapping his fingers on the keyboard with a calm voice, "Driving here? Did you see a commercial vehicle in the parking lot?"

Toru Amuro was startled for a moment, and quickly recalled in his mind what he had just observed when he parked the car, "I saw it."

and then?

What happened to the commercial vehicle?

Will a bunch of wine come out and knock him out? !

"That's good." Tang Muqing nodded, closed the computer and stood up, "There are two pianos in the guest room. After they are installed, they will be sent to Mr. Ohara's home. His key will be left on the shoe cabinet. Then we may need to go out. …”

Tang Muqing picked up the computer placed on the table and handed it to Toru Amuro unsuspectingly, "Let's go grab the gold."

Toru Amuro:......

If he hadn't said the last sentence, he would have thought that he was here to be an assistant.

but……

He knew Tang Muqing's identity, and Tang Muqing even knew what was hidden under his vest.

The blond man's eyes flashed, and he finally took the computer bag from Tang Muqing's hand, "Purpose?"

Tang Muqing turned around and walked towards the bedroom, picking up the ironed clothes hanging on the hanger, "Purpose? Lustful."

Ask questions and give answers. He doesn't want to play tricks with these pure water cloaked in wine bottle labels!

As soon as he finished speaking, there was the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground behind him.

Tang Muqing turned his head in surprise and met a clenched fist, heading straight for his eyes.

Tang Muqing turned his head to avoid it, stabbed Amuro Toru on the waist, turned around and kicked the black-skinned man on the waist.

Toru Amuro was caught off guard, staggered two steps with too much force, and fell head first onto a soft bed that still smelled warm.

"Ah...Mr. Amuro seems to look down on me." Tang Muqing leaned on the door frame and looked at the little golden retriever with a smile as he quickly turned around and tried to attack again, "He thought I was weak and never made a move, so he didn't have any defense against me. Fight back, right?”

Or...

Just want to vent your anger?

It doesn't feel very strong, and it even suppresses some of the body's conditioned reflexes.

Toru Amuro couldn't help but frown. He put his palms on the bed and tried to sit up, but the soft bed slipped away and he fell in again.

Damn it, capitalists, what's the point of making such a nice bed so soft? !

"What is your pleasure in raising a policeman into a canary?" Toru Amuro raised his eyelids, with a murderous intent in his eyes.

Tang Muqing couldn't help but laugh. He leaned against the door frame and unbuttoned his pajamas, put on his shirt, and buttoned them slowly. "You can't show your face to thank me, so you can only treat me with cold words?"

Toru Amuro's face froze, and she slowly got up from the boss's bed, "Humph."

He was also confused!

He didn't know what attitude to use towards Tang Muqing!

From a rational point of view, the other party is an out-and-out criminal cash machine. From an emotional point of view, Tang Muqing has indeed protected his friend and has remained silent to protect his secrets.

"Be professional. Don't think that because I have a good relationship with your friend, you can show such flaws in front of me. I don't think you want Gin to find out that something is wrong." Tang Muqing said with a half-smile. After fastening the cufflinks, he pulled up the tie and tied it carefully, with a hint of sneer in his tone, "I already feel sorry for Gin for sparing you once, so be careful."

Having said this, Tang Muqing glanced at Toru Amuro, whose face was so dark that he couldn't see, turned and walked out of the bedroom to change pants in the cloakroom.

Toru Amuro's face darkened again and again, but in the end he could only sigh and sit on the edge of the bed, stretched out his hand to press his head, looked down at his toes with complicated emotions.

The slippers were soft beige with chubby little animals printed on them, but they couldn't warm his cold heart.

He was angry that Jing Guang was being controlled by others, and was frightened by the information Tang Muqing knew, but...

Powerless.

Even Tang Muqing's identity cannot be revealed to the Metropolitan Police.

"how?"

I don’t know how much time has passed, but a smiling voice suddenly sounded. The capitalist with a delicate face but a hateful face had put on a tailor-made suit and was standing at the door of the bedroom looking at him. His eyebrows were raised and his eyes were gentle. With a joking tone, "Is my new assistant planning to occupy my bed? But... I won't sleep in the guest room."

Toru Amuro:......

What to say!

Doesn't saying this mean to provoke feelings between him and You Tongran? !

He didn't want Gin's mistress to get involved!

Amuro snorted coldly, pulled herself out of the soft and comfortable bed, squeezed out of the door, and picked up the computer bag she had thrown on the ground.

Tang Muqing couldn't help but sigh, and stretched out his hand to loosen his tie.

Maybe it's because his good friend is still alive, but the little undercover agent doesn't seem so mature and stable now, and he still has a little childishness even in his thirties.

Tang Muqing thought for a while, mumbled in his mind, put on his coat and went out.

Tsk, children who are watched over by good friends tend to be more willful.