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

In a quiet holiday villa, three people sat on the sofa and looked at each other. There was a fruit plate and wine on the coffee table in front of them, and the candlelight flickered dimly.

Tang Muqing casually untied the clothes he was wearing, sat on the sofa with his legs crossed and looked at Belmod across from him, "Ah, your date with Gin was ruined by you."

He seemed to have eaten a small melon. He heard his brothers talk about it before traveling through time. It seemed that Gin and Belmode had mixed wine, so...

Tang Muqing looked sideways at the silver-haired man who had changed out of his Japanese-style yukata and put on a bathrobe, then at himself, and finally at Belmod, "Well... this kind of scene is a little embarrassing."

He and Belmod don't have a close relationship, but there seems to be some scandal, so...

There were three people present, and there were scandals among them.

Shura field!

Belmode lowered his eyes and chuckled. He reached out and took the cigarette case from the coffee table. He took out a thin cigarette and bit it between his teeth. He shook the match and lit it. "Are you embarrassed? I saw those two whiskeys meeting you." Doesn’t it seem awkward at all?”

Tang Muqing thought about the two bottles of whiskey beside him, relaxed and leaned to the side, resting his head on Gin's shoulder as if he had no bones, "This seems different... forget it, it's almost the same."

Who knows if there is any close relationship between two bottles of whiskey.

It’s messy, it’s too messy.

He had never experienced the chaos among criminals in the past ten years before traveling through Fengliu, but it was indeed interesting.

Belmod held a cigarette between his fingers and looked at the two men sitting on the couch opposite through the smoke.

Gin still sat with a cold expression on his face, holding his cell phone in his hand as if he was checking emails for information.

The vixen on the side is more natural, wearing a loose yukata, with her legs crossed and leaning diagonally on Gin's shoulders. Perhaps because she often smiles, her eyes look more romantic and gentle at this time, smiling... …

"How can you say that I ruined the date?" Belmode chuckled, staring at Tang Muqing with his eyes, and said in a long voice, "I'm obviously here to join your date, right?"

"Ah..." Tang Muqing responded thoughtfully, stretched out his hand and patted his leg, "Come on, join us."

Belmode:......

This kid is so arrogant at such a young age.

Belmode glanced at Gin lightly, and said with a half-smile: "Won't Gin be angry because he was left out? Then don't take out a gun and put it on my forehead to threaten me to leave our ATM..."

Gin raised his eyes to meet Belmod's eyes, and moved his shoulders, "You two, get out and talk."

I'm most impatient to hear this kind of flirting talk between you and me, annoying!

"It's still the same..." Belmod chuckled, holding up his chin and looking at the gin, "But the taste of the Negroni after removing the vermouth... is a little too bitter."

Hearing this, Tang Muqing laughed out loud.

He patted Gin on the shoulder, leaned his head against it again, and said with a smile in his gentle voice, "Campari tastes bitter, but I'm not sure. Senior, I want to come and taste it." Is it more sweet or bitter?”

Oh, driving?

Tang Muqing has never been afraid of anyone!

Belmod's eyelids twitched, his eyes met Tang Muqing's, and he was speechless for a moment.

She can still race cars, but the question is, is Gin, a stinky man, so tolerant?

If she, Belmode, leaned on Gin's shoulder like this, Gin might push her to the ground with his backhand, what a merciless man!

Would Gin be so indulgent to a fellow criminal?

Tang Muqing smiled with his eyes bent, lazily stood up, picked up the wine glass and walked upstairs, his voice equally lazy, "You guys chat, I'm going to take a bath and go to bed. I don't mind if someone wants to warm the bed."

Belmode watched the man's figure disappear around the corner of the stairs, turned to look at Gin, and raised one eyebrow, "What? Gin, can a killer like you have such a thing as love?"

Gin:......

"What do you think?" Gin glanced at Bermod with a cold look, and continued to click on his phone to arrange actions and integrate intelligence, "I have nothing to do to trick Rye."

He didn't even settle the score when he came over quietly, and now he started inquiring about his privacy?

Don't you think it's presumptuous?

Belmod put out the cigarette butt in the ashtray, propped up his chin and looked at Gin, "You seem to trust him."

Gin raised his eyes, "He's not trustworthy?"

"That's true." Belmode nodded suddenly, his eyes falling on Gin, "But trust is trust, and you do indulge him."

A person who can clearly stay out of the situation takes the initiative to hand over the control of his life to the organization. He can hide the identity of the undercover or help escape but still chooses to deal directly. After leaving enough money to live, the rest will almost be handed over to the organization. There are some things It will be done without organizational orders, laying out intelligence lines, capital chains, and even weapons are involved.

Trustworthy indeed, but incredibly conniving to Gin.

Gin believes in her and Rum, but he will never condone it. This kind of gloomy and ruthless killer will never let others interfere in his life even if he has a romantic relationship. But look, look what is he doing?

Make the vixen's home your home, go to festivals, go for a ride, and go on vacation together?

Kill too many people and plan to be a good wife and mother?

The phone vibrated slightly. Gin lowered his eyes and looked at the newly received email, his eyelids couldn't help but twitch.

[Go upstairs, the festival is about to begin. 】

Gin stood up, picked up the wine glass, walked upstairs, and said in a cold voice: "You are so curious to collect information."

Gin walked slowly along the stairs to the third floor, and found an ATM on the third floor terrace that had just taken a bath and smelled of dampness.

On the terrace is a low table and a low and spacious fabric sofa. On the smoker next to it is a glass pot, which is boiled with pear soup suitable for drinking during the dry spring and winter.

Tang Muqing heard the footsteps, chewed his cigarette and turned around to wave, "You can just see it from here, come quickly."

In the background of the ATM, the flames from the festival are soaring into the sky, and the brightly lit streets can be seen at a glance. The four characters "Number One in the World" are revealed in the dark night along with the blazing flames. It is a scene that criminals are too lazy to care about.

Gin walked over and sat next to Tang Muqing. He held the wine glass and raised his eyes. He took the cigarette from Tang Muqing and bit it. Immediately, he felt a weight on his shoulders. The familiar smell of perfume mixed with a vapor lingered around him. .

He turned his head and met the vixen's bent eyes.

Tang Muqing smiled and said softly, "Does it look good?"