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

"Ok?"

The man curled up in the soft blanket, closed his eyes and held the phone to his ear, his voice full of sleepiness, "Is this why you called me so early in the morning?"

"Ah."

Conan's voice was very serious, and seemed to be a little apprehensive, "Can Brother Tangmu come back to accompany me? But it's already 11:30 in the morning, it's not morning anymore..."

So he didn't violate any rules.

He didn't call Tang Muching early in the morning or late at night.

Hearing this, Tang Muqing closed his eyes and hummed, trying to find some rationality, "I won't go. I don't really want to go out and play. I want to have a good rest during this period of time."

Conan: ...

Aren’t you resting every day?

Today I go horseback riding with my lover, tomorrow I go out for dinner with another lover, and then I date another lover at home.

Doesn't this count as a break?

Conan didn't know what he was thinking, but he still refused to give up, "Brother Karaki, are you really not going to accompany me? That Hattori Heiji seems to always run into me by chance..."

"No." Tang Muqing decisively rejected this invitation, turned over and looked at the long silver-white hair spread on the pillow. After thinking for a moment, he barely woke up. "Conan, although I don't have much work to do, my personal life is also very important."

Hearing this, Conan was startled, "Is that so?"

"Of course, no one can accompany you to do everything. You are just a primary school student now. If you go out, remember to ask Butler Ishii to arrange your travel. He will help you prepare two bodyguards as temporary guardians. As for me..." Tang Muqing laughed softly, then said helplessly: "I am almost thirty years old. Don't you want to have a half-brother?"

Conan: ...

what?

Conan's eyes widened, "Brother?"

WTF?

Look at the beauties around Tang Muqing. Although they are dazzling, none of them have the ability to give birth to children, right? !

"Maybe..." Tang Muching smiled, responded casually with a few words and then hung up the phone. Then he skillfully curled up in the quilt, closed his eyes, turned around, and put his palm on the arm of someone next to him.

My breathing gradually became smoother, and it was almost twelve o'clock, but I had no intention of getting up.

Gin opened his eyes, his green eyes full of speechlessness.

He looked at the light on the ceiling, and after a moment of silence, he finally sat up, unable to bear it anymore.

"What's wrong?" Tang Muqing opened his eyes and seemed very curious. "It's still early. You can lie down for a while and then get up to have lunch."

Gin closed his eyes, trying to suppress his irritation, but finally couldn't help it, "Didn't you notice something wrong when you answered the phone just now?"

"What's wrong?"

Tang Muqing was even more surprised, and couldn't help but lift the quilt to look at himself, "We are so old, we won't wet the bed in our sleep, right?"

What else could be wrong?

Gin sneered, and it sounded like he was gritting his teeth.

He pursed his lips tightly, took a deep look at Tang Muqing, then calmly stretched out his foot and kicked Tang Muqing away, then turned 180 degrees on the bed while holding his pillow, "Heh."

Tang Muqing:...

So what?

Who says you have to lie down properly when you sleep?

Didn't he buy such a big bed just for himself to roll around? !

Tang Muqing calmly stood up, without any guilt, took his pillow and moved to Gin's side, leaned against the head of the bed and reached out to take the cigarette box on the bedside table, "It turns out that you don't cherish it after you get it. You used to call me dear, but now you despise me."

Gin took the cigarette box and went to get a lighter and ashtray, "When did I ever call you dear?"

"When you begged me..." Tang Muqing laughed, got up and put on his pajamas, "Oh, I forgot. How could you remember when you were not in a clear mind at that time..."

Gin:......

Gin raised his head calmly and looked at Tang Muqing with a puzzled look as he turned around and went to the bathroom to wash up. The confusion on his face almost jumped out.

crazy?

What do you say when you wake up?

Gin calmly lit a cigarette and sat against the head of the bed, listening to the noise in the bathroom.

The phone next to him made a slight sound, and Gin turned his head to take a look, "Your email."

"Oh." Tang Muching wiped his face and walked out. He lowered his head to look at his phone and was confused again. "Why did the boss send me such a long list of names? Did he want me to use money to kill the other party? No, I should ask if our organization has really offended so many people?"

It's such a long form. If all of them were filled, the Metropolitan Police Department would have to work overtime for several months to finish it.

Gin glanced at him casually and said, "You called me back, so the mission is yours. After all, you can't just find anyone to kill people continuously."

Tang Muqing:...

Tang Muching lowered his head, pressed his mobile phone with one hand, and unscrewed a can of body lotion with the other hand to apply it on Gin's wrist.

"What are you doing?" Gin asked puzzledly.

"Ask Xiaolan about her upcoming holiday arrangements. They are almost like elementary school students." Tang Muqing smiled. "Just in time for another death god to come. I'll go and make an appointment with those little detectives in Kyoto some other day and organize a tour for them... Japan?"