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

The ship sailed on the sea, rocking and breaking through the waves, and headed towards the floating island on the sea.

Tang Muqing leaned in the room with his eyes closed, a cigarette burning between his fingers, and the accumulated ashes were crumbling.

On the side, the blond man had an expressionless face, staring at Tang Muqing with a pair of gloomy gray-purple eyes. His eyes flickered as if he was thinking about something dangerous.

Gin, Scotch, rye, Belmode...

All these things have accumulated, and today’s bourbon is extremely complex.

After a long while, Fangtani Rei finally spoke in a hoarse voice, "Can't you... respect... Officer Obara?"

Tang Muqing opened a crack in his eyelids and casually glanced at the newly appointed life assistant. Then he looked back and threw the cigarette butt into the ashtray next to him. There was a hint of hoarseness and exhaustion in his voice, as if he had not yet fully woken up from the early boat ride. Sleeper, "How else can I respect him?"

He provided money for a car and a house, and also helped change his resume and send it to the Metropolitan Police Department to get an iron job. From now on, whether the black side wins or the red side wins, Zhu Fu Jingguang can live a stable and safe life.

How else could he respect it?

Tang Muqing slowly adjusted his pillow against the wall of the lounge, then leaned lazily on the bed, hugging the thick blanket and sighing slightly.

Sure enough, Conan is harmful to people. It's better to go out for fun than to stay at home with Gin and watch movies and eat takeout.

Hearing this, Jiang Guling's eyes swept over Tang Muqing, and his eyes paused for a moment on Tang Muqing's neck, his eyelids twitching slightly.

Tang Muqing's skin was very white, and it felt that that layer of skin was extremely thin. The color of the fine capillaries could be clearly seen, and they would turn red with a little effort.

At this time, there were some unclear traces of mosquito bites on the neck, which was extremely ambiguous.

After a long while, Jianggu Ling finally turned his head as if he couldn't bear to look directly at him, "Can't you be less careful? Even if you lie a little bit?"

Just so blatantly saying that I am a playboy, how sad is his child!

Tang Muqing inexplicably felt that this question seemed familiar. He squinted his eyes and thought for a long time before finally shaking his head, "That's not okay. This is how I really respect him."

Tang Muqing leaned against the bedside and hugged the quilt, with his back against the soft pillow. He lazily opened his eyes and looked at Jiang Guling. His eyes swept across the closed door, feeling the hull rise and fall with the waves, and whispered softly. Explain, "You should also be considerate of your good friend. If you treat him wholeheartedly, he will suffer a lot, because the tragedy between us is destined to be separated by life and death."

Tang Muqing seemed to sigh and lit a cigarette again.

I threw my mobile phone and computer aside without even wanting to look at them. Normally, the car was fine, but when I was swaying on the boat, looking at the tiny words and symbols would easily make me dizzy.

Hearing this, Jiang Guling frowned, "Then you... don't have to be so blatant."

"Ah?" Tang Muqing made a surprised sound, and then chuckled, "The more blatant I am, the more at ease he feels. In this way, it will be regarded as me taking something by force, instead of him just living a peaceful life like a policeman who violates his faith. Do you understand?"

Tang Muqing sighed again, biting his cigarette and looking at Jiang Guling, "Baby, why are you so innocent?"

Jianggu Ling:......

Let’s not mention the title for now, but can he, a policeman working undercover in a criminal organization, really be associated with the word innocence?

Does he think Hiro is the innocent one? !

But he understood what Tang Muqing meant. Zhu Fu Jingguang now had no choice but to stay with Tang Muqing. It seemed that his life was on the right track, but in fact the police's belief and his own powerlessness were always fighting and entangled.

Zhu Fu Jingguang is powerless to deal with the current situation. He cannot risk his life and both sides will suffer losses. He cannot show resistance and bring danger to his friends and family. It seems that in this powerlessness, he has developed a little greed for the stable life now.

Jiang Guling didn't feel that this kind of greed was a mistake, but instead felt distressed and guilty.

For his own undercover, Zhu Fu Jingguang was controlled by others, but at the same time, Tang Muqing definitely placed Zhu Fu Jingguang in a safe place to offer sacrifices.

"You are the naive one." Jianggu Ling glanced at Tang Muqing, but he seemed a little unsure.

He stood up, hesitated for a moment and tested the temperature of Tang Muqing's forehead with the back of his hand, and then breathed a sigh of relief, "What's wrong with your body? You always look pale, as if you are sick..."

While talking, Fangtani Rei opened the door and planned to go out to ask about the arrival time, but something strange suddenly hit his knee.

The blond man lowered his head warily and met a pair of blue eyes hidden behind the lenses of his glasses.

"Ah? Conan kid, right?" Fangtani Rei instantly smiled and bent down to look at the primary school student in front of him, "Are you here to chat with Mr. Tang Mu?"

Conan raised his head and blinked, then nodded, "Yes, Brother Tang Mu has been resting since we boarded the ship. I'm worried about him..."

Hearing this, the smile on Fangtani Rei's face became softer, and he opened the door with a soft smile and said, "Then I'll have to trouble Conan to accompany him. I'll go to the deck to get some fresh air."

Conan nodded seriously, ran into the room, stood by the bed, held a corner of the quilt and raised his head, "Brother Tang Mu?"

"Call uncle." Tang Muqing said casually, looking at the door panel closing again before looking away.

He put out the cigarette butt in the ashtray, and then looked at Conan, "Where are Xiaolan and Mr. Mori?"

"Blow the breeze on the deck." Conan replied, propped up the bed and sat on the edge of the bed, trying his best to reach out and put it against Tang Muqing's forehead, "Are you feeling unwell? Why don't you stay in Tokyo to rest if you don't feel well?"

"Not really." Tang Muqing sighed softly, patted Conan's forehead, and said lazily: "The boat is swaying, I feel sleepy."

Conan: ...

This is true, but...

Conan tilted his head and looked at Tang Muqing's face, and said hesitantly, "Then why do you always look so sick?"

"Because you often get sick?" Tang Muqing smiled. Just as he was about to say something, he saw Jiang Gu Ling, who had left not long ago, push the door open and come in.

The blond man was wearing a simple shirt, trousers, and a thin jacket. He looked at Tang Muqing with a cold expression and frowned, "We are about to dock, get up."

Tang Muqing smiled helplessly, slowly got up from the bed where he had taken a nap, put his clothes neatly, and then put on his coat.

Jiang Guling watched Tang Muqing tidy up coldly, then picked up the duffel bag containing a change of clothes and walked outside.

Conan stood aside, holding Tang Muqing's hand as he walked. After watching it for a long time, he pulled Tang Muqing and lowered his voice, "Brother Tang Mu, your new life assistant doesn't seem to have a good temper. He is not as gentle as Officer Ohara." .”

Tang Muqing rolled his eyes, "Ah? Really?"

But...this temper is quite funny.