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

"You'd better not go out."

Tang Muqing straightened his wrinkled shirt, barely covering up the shameful trace of ambiguity, then raised his hand to touch the back of Zhu Fujingguang's hand, and whispered, "There are people from the Metropolitan Police Department outside. If you go down now, you will definitely be secretly watched. I can't bear to see you go to work every day with a scandal behind you."

He doesn't care. No one in the company dares to say anything about him, and he doesn't care if people talk about him behind his back.

But the Metropolitan Police Department is different. Any scandal that sounds a bit unpleasant is always inappropriate in that kind of place.

Hearing this, Zhu Fu Jingguang responded, "Remember to fix the door when you go out. I don't want someone to come in and fall down with a bang later."

Tang Muqing looked sideways at the door and said, "Let's change to another lounge later. I don't know how to fix the door."

Zhu Fu Jingguang:...

Oh, I almost forgot that this is a lazy young master.

Not to mention repairing the door, even the light bulb needs to be replaced.

It's not that I don't know how, it's that I'm just too lazy to do it.

"I'm going to go out and do some work. You can go to another lounge and wait for me later." Tang Muqing raised his hand to help Zhu Fujingguang straighten his collar, then stood up and walked out the door, saying softly, "I'll take you home in the evening, and we can go to the new hot pot restaurant in Chinatown on the way."

Zhu Fujing leaned on the sofa, supporting his chin with his hands and looking at Tang Muching's back.

A very superior skeleton with a thin layer of muscle, and white skin, not to say whiter than Zero, but whiter than him, but...

Zhu Fu Jingguang withdrew his gaze and continued looking at the phone in his hand.

Outside the door, the blond man was standing against the wall, and he and Miyano Akemi beside him each stretched out a hand, barely holding the door from collapsing.

Tang Muqing knocked on the door and came out. He lowered his head to light a cigarette and calmly instructed, "Go find a better lounge. Just send the number and door card over."

Hey, why is there no one taking care of me like this?

He is a big boss, but he still worries about such a small matter...

"Send him a bowl of warm soup, not Japanese miso, and let him go to his room to have a good sleep." Tang Muqing added, and then looked at Furukaya Ling, "Can you keep watch?"

Fūya Rei raised his eyes slightly, "Who?"

If it was Rye, he would have taken out his gun right now, checked the load, and then went around the room shooting people.

"He's just a little policeman." Tang Muqing smiled, put his hand on Fūya Ling's shoulder, and whispered, "Although he doesn't look like he has any problems, he seems very tired. You should stay with him for a while and let him rest. At least you can rest assured."

Hearing this, Fūya Ling suddenly realized something. He lowered his head and took out his phone to send a text message to request food and arrange a room. Then he asked Tang Muqing, "Don't you need me to follow you?"

"Ms. Mingmei will follow me." Tang Muqing smiled and walked towards the elevator. By the way, he took out his mobile phone to send an email to Gin, trying to make his opponent Gin's target.

Miyano Akemi followed behind Tang Muqing and after turning the corner, she saw Xiaolan leaning against the wall with a melancholy look on her face.

Xiaolan did not run around behind Conan to apologize, but leaned against the wall as if she was waiting.

Noticing Tang Muqing's movements, Xiaolan straightened up and tilted her head to look at Tang Muqing, "I'm sorry, Brother Tang Mu, I... I didn't mean it just now..."

"Why apologize? I don't even need the money to buy a door." Tang Muqing couldn't help laughing. He pressed the down button and waited at the elevator entrance. "Apologizing every day will make you ugly."

Xiaolan:!

Xiaolan touched her face instantly, "Really?!"

"Really." Tang Muqing blinked, a little smile on his face, "Look, am I not better looking than my peers who don't apologize often? And younger?"

Xiaolan observed Tang Muching's face from the side, and for a moment she couldn't tell whether Tang Muching was serious or just joking.

He seemed to be quite serious even when joking, and the other person's face... was really convincing.

"Don't apologize." Tang Muqing glanced at Xiaolan, then retracted his gaze and suppressed the smile on his face, trying to show a little sadness, "My press conference..."

"You don't have to worry about the press conference." Miyano Akemi stood beside Tang Muqing, looking down at the emails received on her mobile phone.

Her eyes quickly scanned the key points, and after putting away her phone, she smiled gently, "Not many people discuss murder cases now."

"How can that be possible!" Tang Muqing was very dissatisfied, "This is an opportunity for free publicity."

Although it is unethical, when I think about the fact that this is science, I instantly feel relieved.

Miyano Akemi choked, paused for a moment, and then added the second half of the sentence, "Now everyone is discussing who is in your lounge, a big American star or a Japanese singer, or that tall-looking lady..."

At this point, Miyano Akemi pursed her lips and said, "I'm already beginning to feel sentimental about your relationship."

Tang Muqing:...

Oh, not angry at all!

"Then keep a close eye on him and don't let his identity get out." Tang Muching recalled the situation and felt relieved after making sure that Zhu Fu Jingguang's face had not been photographed.

He lowered his eyes, straightened his sleeves, and whispered, "Go prepare some food for the officers, they'll have something to last tonight."

The elevator door opened with a ding, revealing the eager reporters and the serious-looking Inspector Megure in the hall.

Inspector Megure stood next to Maori Kogoro and Conan, looking very painful, "Can't you two stay at home for a while?!"