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

Shock!

A well-known technology company was threatened on the eve of the press conference!

Shock!

The threatening letter was exposed because of a traitor!

Shock!

For which canary did Mr. Tangmu appear at the press conference in such a haggard state?

The press conference went on as scheduled, and reporters from various newspapers turned their cameras to a certain boss who was sitting in the audience, resting his chin on his hand and watching the spokesperson explain the product.

The man was wearing a silver-gray custom-made suit that perfectly outlined his body curves. His long legs were crossed, and he looked as lazy as usual, but...

Her expression was not very good. Even with the efforts of the makeup artist, she still looked unhappy. There were some red bloodshot in her eyes, some blue-black under her eyes, and her lips were pale. She was looking at her own press conference with a slightly frown.

Amid all the whispers, Tang Muqing turned his head slightly to look at the assistant sitting behind him and lowered his voice, "Is it almost over?"

Hearing this, Miyano Akemi lowered her eyes and glanced at her watch, then replied in a low voice, "There are still twenty minutes until the estimated end time. After that, there will be a thank-you banquet to entertain reporters, police officers who helped maintain public order, and all guests."

At this point, Miyano Akemi seemed a little hesitant.

She glanced around, raised the document in her hand slightly, covered her lips and whispered, "Last night's investigation did not find the mastermind. Maybe today... it will be a little later."

Tang Muqing was thinking about where in the hotel where he was holding the press conference would be suitable to hide a body that would be discovered by others, and whispered, "Help me get a cup of coffee, I feel like I have to stay up late tonight."

Miyano Akemi: …

That makes sense. I'll have a drink myself and send a message to my sister asking her to go to bed early.

Miyano Akemi quietly stood up and left with a hunched back.

Tang Muching turned around boredly once again, propped up his chin and felt drowsy, waiting for the scream of the day.

The spokesperson was spitting all over the place. Although he also had dark circles under his eyes, he spoke eloquently and seemed very excited.

The shutter sounds of cameras rang out one after another, and flash lights came from all directions.

Tang Muching lowered his eyes slightly, and when the next applause sounded, he looked over with a tired smile and clapped his hands lightly.

After a while, the most formal part of the press conference ended. Tang Muqing took the coffee handed to him by Miyano Akemi and walked slowly towards the lounge at the back.

The camera didn't stop working, but...

Tang Muching had already seen the man in a sweater jacket waiting at the door of the studio, "Why are you here?"

It's rare, rare to see Zhu Fu Jingguang not lying at home to rest on his days off.

He reached out and touched the back of Zhu Fu Jingguang's hand with his fingers, with a little smile on his face, "Your hand is warm. It seems that you have been feeling better recently."

Zhu Fushi Jingguang smiled lazily and followed Tang Muqing into the lounge. "Inspector Megure has spent the whole day here today. Matsuda is also here. He said that if I don't come to pick him up, he will disrupt your press conference."

Tang Muqing:...

The smile on Tang Muching's face disappeared without a trace. He leaned on the small sofa beside him, raised his head and stared at Zhu Fu Jingguang expressionlessly.

He looked at it for a moment and said calmly, "Oh, you're here to see Matsuda?"

"Then why did you come to my place? Why don't you wait in his car? Why don't you come to my lounge and use the air conditioning?" Tang Muqing continued to be expressionless, as if he was very picky. "Is it true that nothing except rye can attract you now? I'm not old..."

If you have the guts, don’t come!

Zhu Fu Jingguang:...

Zhu Fujingguang couldn't help laughing, and sat down on the empty seat of the sofa with his back bent. His eyes fell on Tang Muqing's face with a playful look, "You're not going to be angry about such a small thing, are you?"

"Oh, don't you know my personality?" Tang Muqing snorted, raised his hand and bit the straw, and poked Zhu Fu Jingguang with his other hand, "Wouldn't it be better to be more self-aware? I have been ignored by you for a long time, and you didn't even send me any messages."

Although he didn't seem to remember to look for Zhufu Jingguang, he always brought gifts when he came back!

No contact at all!

"Isn't this waiting for you?" Zhu Fu Jingguang didn't care. He leaned over and took a pillow and stuffed it into his arms, half-closing his eyes and looking very sleepy. "I'm like a zombie every day after get off work. Can't you be considerate and come to my house to find me directly?"

"I'm also a walking corpse." Tang Muqing leaned on Zhu Fujingguang's shoulder and tugged at Zhu Fujingguang's clothes with a bit of disgust. "Your clothes smell like mothballs. They have been stuffed in the closet for a long time without being ironed, right?"

Zhu Fu Jingguang:...

He is leaving now!

Go and pick on the canary. Why pick on a corporate slave?

Zhu Fu Jingguang turned his head silently, "You seem to dislike me?"

"How could that be?" Tang Muqing raised his eyes, reached out his hand and touched Zhu Fujingguang's chin, squinting his eyes to look at this gentle smile with fatigue and laziness, "Isn't this the opposite of extremes? If you like someone too much, you will be a little annoyed by your own liking, so you act a little picky to deceive yourself?"

Before Zhu Fu Jingguang could speak, a harsh voice rang out.

"what------"

Tang Muqing froze, leaning back on the sofa with a cold face, his tone full of murderous intent, "Damn, I'll kill Conan sooner or later, the lounge is such a great place..."