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

After the lunch was slowly finished, the blond man got up from the sofa and wandered to the kitchen to pour himself a drink and find some afternoon dessert. He didn't expect at all the two lazy criminals who stayed on the sofa without moving.

Tang Muqing smoothly moved the computer to his lap, casually piled two pillows into Gin's arms and leaned on them, half-lying down to do today's work, staring at the various characters and data on the screen through the lenses. Get the information you need.

Ginjiu glanced at Tang Muqing and said nothing. He changed the wine glass in his hand and put the other hand on Tang Muqing's shoulder. He looked up at the picture on the TV, but there was a vixen in his ear. The soft sound of rapid typing on a keyboard.

The blond man walked out of the kitchen with a bottle of bourbon in his hand, and a glass in his hand filled with frozen ice cubes.

He leaned on the single sofa and squinted at the two 'colleagues' next to him, and for a moment he felt a little warm.

Any afternoon, the two of them were busy doing their own things. They didn't necessarily have to say or talk about anything, they just leaned together and played the movie as the background sound.

Spending time doesn't necessarily mean doing something meaningful.

Jianggu Ling's eyes swept deeply over Tang Muqing, he turned away to pour his own wine, kicked off his slippers and leaned on the sofa as if he were at home, and moved his eyes to the TV.

Oh, he won't leave.

Now that he's gone, Gin becomes Hiro again!

Although I don’t know how many times it has turned green, but...if I can, I can do it once less!

Gin glanced at the side face of a certain bottle of bourbon with a sinister look and continued watching the movie.

"That's right." Tang Muqing recovered from his heavy work and raised his eyelids to look at Jiangu Ling, "Do you need some operational funds?"

Jianggu Ling came back to his senses and shook his head, "Yes."

If this group of people weren't criminals, it would be a really good company, but unfortunately, this company's business is all illegal and undisciplined.

"Oh." Tang Muqing nodded, grabbed Gin's hand in his arms, and continued to look at his work content, "If you have no money, you have to say it yourself. I will only satisfy your needs when you open your mouth."

Jianggu Ling's eyelids twitched and he couldn't help but look back at Tang Muqing and frowned, "You always say such vague things."

It leaves plenty of room for imagination, and even makes people feel ambiguous beyond the boundaries.

Can't you pay more attention?

Leaning in Gin's arms and saying this to him?

"Ah?" Tang Muqing glanced at Bourbon in surprise, "Did I say something?"

He recalled it and couldn't help but chuckle, "Don't blame me for what you think about yourself. I'm not responsible."

Having said this, Tang Muqing glanced at the pillow that Bourbon was holding in his arms, pinched Gin's fingertips and squeezed slightly, "Look, Bourbon wants to blame me again."

Gin:......

If you want to complain, don’t complain so obviously, okay?

Even his little brother Vodka would not complain like this!

Gin sighed softly, with a hint of helplessness in his green eyes. One hand was held by Tang Muqing, and the other hand held the wine glass and raised it to drink, "Bourbon, aren't you leaving yet?"

Bourbon:…

The blond man turned his head silently, his purple-gray eyes full of indifference, "Am I causing any trouble to you here?"

"Yeah." Gin nodded calmly, with a smile on his lips, "Don't you know if it's hindering you?"

I don't know why, but the vigilance suppressed by Tang Muqing revived again when someone else appeared.

Even if vodka appears in this room, he will feel wary, as if it is not safe here.

"I don't know." Bourbon snorted, unmoved, "I don't want to be caught driving drunk and go to the Metropolitan Police Department."

He won't leave!

Even if he was shot by Gin today, he couldn't just watch Gin add another touch of green to the grassland above his head!

Gin looked at the TV indifferently, "Huh."

Tang Muqing laughed silently, pinched Gin's fingertips, and typed characters on the keyboard with one hand. His voice was soft but teasing, "Are you jealous?"

Gin lowered his eyes and sneered, "Can I come over with food?"

How can a playboy have the right to ask others if they are jealous?

There are so many Yingying Yanyan around him. If he was really jealous, Tang Mu would not have to import vinegar from China early in the morning.

Tang Muqing blinked and thought for a moment before shaking his head, "If you are willing, it's not like I can't restrain myself from my efforts."

Gin:......

You don't have to.

Gin looked away and watched the movie in boredom to pass the time. The wine glass was replaced by a mobile phone. Occasionally, he raised it to look at the incoming emails, "Just you? You won't stop caring even if the Japanese island sinks."

Before Tang Muqing could speak, Bourbon stood up with a whoosh.

He knocked the wine glass in his hand heavily on the coffee table, tightened the bottle and carried it, quickly changed his shoes and left, his face gloomy.

Humph.

It was so annoying that I couldn't listen to it anymore. I always felt like Gin had a brain convulsion.

But the wine still has to be taken away, as compensation for myself.

Gin glanced at the door that was slammed shut by Bourbon, and sneered: "Did you do it on purpose?"

"Ah, probably." Tang Muqing smiled, sat up straight and hugged the computer, his voice was calm but with a smile, "What else can I do? You always seem to be on guard when Bourbon is here."

Tang Muqing patted Gin Jiu's arm and sighed softly, "Your muscles are tense when you eat. I'm really afraid that you will take out a gun and kill him directly. It will be very troublesome to clean up the scene."

It's okay for him to stimulate Gin's mind. Gin still has a little tolerance for him, and Gin also understands him and trusts him.

But others may not.

Anyone who accidentally steps on Gin's fragile nerves will definitely shoot him back to meet the King of Hell without any hesitation.

"Hmph." Gin Jiu looked at Tang Muqing with a warning in his eyes, "You can still keep some bourbon, don't overdo it."

Tang Muqing thought for a while, then turned his head and looked at Gin, "I'm not violent, you should know that."

Gin's eyelids twitched, "Then I hope you will develop violent behavior. I would be happy to see Rye die."

"Ah..." Tang Muqing chuckled and narrowed his eyes slightly, "I'll try my best."

"But don't delay the business." Gin raised his hand, lowered his eyes and looked at the various messages in the mailbox, his voice was low and hoarse.

Tang Muqing paused and looked sideways at Ginjiu. He stretched out his hand to hold a strand of long silver hair and shook it. When Ginjiu looked over, he curled his eyes and asked, "What's the business?"

He put aside the computer, sat cross-legged on the sofa and looked at Gin, his peach blossom eyes full of affection, "Is it to make money, or..."