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

Chapter 46 Can’t you save some face?



It was close to ten o'clock at night. Tang Muqing ended a date that was not a date. He was just about to return home to rest when he saw a black vehicle downstairs.

The window was lowered a little, and smoke drifted out.

Tang Muqing paused and looked back for no reason.

Well, Zhu Fu Jingguang may have other tasks, or he may be planning to deal with some matters related to the public security, so he did not come back with him to stay in the guest room tonight.

So……

"You seem to have nothing to do?" Tang Muqing walked to the side of the vehicle, bent slightly and looked at half of the fair face exposed in the window.

how?

Why is such a mysterious criminal organization like the winery so often hanging around him recently?

"Thank you for your money and saving a lot of time." Gin glanced at the man outside the car window, raised his chin to the side, and said coldly, "Get in the car."

He doesn't have to go out to collect money every day. With Tang Muqing's money here, he can relax his schedule a little and solve some hidden problems.

"A lonely man and a widower, in the middle of the night..." Tang Muqing sighed softly, but still opened the passenger door and got in. He looked around and asked doubtfully: "Where is your driver?"

Gin:......

Vodka is obviously his good assistant, what kind of driver?

What else is called a lonely man and a widower?

As long as there is a woman at this moment, the nature of the matter will go astray, right?

Gin smoked a cigarette dully, leaning on the back of the chair with calm eyes. After a while, he said, "Can the heart still accept other chip implants?"

"Hmm... ok." Tang Muqing paused and nodded.

Oh, it wasn't him who stuffed the bomb himself, it was the administrator who was almost driven crazy. Afterwards, he found a hospital to create a fake medical record.

Tang Muqing touched the position of his heart and smiled without any fear, "But whose hands are in control? Will my hands shake? Do I need to please the controller and not kill me when he is angry... …”

Having said this, Tang Muqing turned his head and his eyes fell on Gin Jiu's face.

Tsk, she looks so good-looking.

Why do all the big villains look so good-looking these days?

Isn’t this seducing people into committing a crime?

"The control is in the hands of BOSS, and I will also have control authority." Gin stared at the screen of his mobile phone, pressed the buttons with one hand to reply to the email, and asked: "The company's core code?"

"It was in your mailbox half an hour ago." Tang Muqing naturally took out the smoke point, adjusted the distance and arc of the seat before continuing: "Senior Gin, you said... I need to please you so that you don't Are your hands shaking?"

Ginjiu felt a strange and absurd emotion in his heart. He glanced at Tang Muqing, looked away and forwarded the email, "What do you think?"

Hearing this, Tang Muqing's eyes flashed.

He chewed his cigarette and looked at Gin sideways. For a moment, he was a little confused about Gin's routine.

According to what he knew about Gin in his memory, Gin shouldn't have said this.

In this kind of atmosphere and this kind of conversation, only a decisive and straightforward refusal can be regarded as stopping the topic, and Gin's current rhetorical question...

It actually seemed a little instructive, as if he wanted to continue this slightly ambiguous topic.

Although there is nothing to be ambiguous about, Tang Muqing believes that he does not have a good reputation for innocence now. For him, this topic, and the current environment...

"Then it depends on what you want and what I can come up with." Tang Muqing chuckled, took off the scarf and put it on his knees. The fine wool coat was clean and tidy, with a little smell of alcohol.

Tang Muqing leaned against the car window and looked at the other person, holding a thin cigarette between his teeth. "So, you have to say what you want."

Gin glanced at Tang Muqing's face coldly, threw away the cigarette butt and started the car, "Money."

What else could there be?

Besides some money, what else does Tang Muqing have now?

"It's really sad. Isn't this just another case of buying a casket for a pearl?" Tang Muqing couldn't help but sneered, lowered the window and let the cold wind blow in.

Gin snorted, "Don't think about those dirty things."

How can a group of criminals be innocent? They usually have fun in private, but...

Who would want a criminal as ruthless as themselves lying next to their pillow?

"Why isn't it clean? I bathe twice every day." Tang Muqing chewed his cigarette and squinted his eyes. After a moment of silence, he spoke again with a hint of emotion and helplessness, "I just didn't expect this face to be on you." We failed here..."

It’s really frustrating. When did Tang Muqing, the overbearing and overbearing president, ever suffer this injustice in his past life?

Gin drove in silence, driving into the noisy urban area before speaking again, "Give a few days of free time and you will be considered an official member after tonight."

"Can I have surgery if I drink?" Tang Muqing turned to look at Gin and couldn't help but ask, "Alcohol and anesthetics..."

Are you planning to let him die?

Gin:......

Gin couldn't help but look in the rearview mirror and glanced at the gentle smile on his face, but at this moment there was a little surprise on his face, and his voice was cold, "Will you die if you don't drink?"

He contacted Scotland during this period, and spent 80% of the time drinking with Tang Muqing. It seemed that drinking in the evening had become a daily task for these two people.

There are also photos in the mission report, which often show a squinting figure sitting cross-legged on the carpet, wearing soft home clothes and drinking with his head down. There are snacks on the table and candles are lit. At a glance, it seems that you can imagine the alcohol in the air. The lazy and comfortable atmosphere mixed with the scent of fragrance.

As long as this was not a task he personally assigned to Scotland, he would have thought that Scotland was using the organization's activity funds to fall in love with Tang Muqing!

"There seems to be nothing else in the daily life of a prodigal besides wine and beauties..." Tang Muqing couldn't help but smile and glanced out the window, "Want to experience it? The incense I mixed myself smells great. If you want, I can even wash your hands and make soup for you..."

Gin:......

There was a hint of speechlessness in Gin's eyes, but his tone was still cold, "What? The kind that blows up the baking classroom?"

"Except for baking." Tang Muqing paused for a moment, without any embarrassment at all, "What about soup? Stir-frying can also be used."

Gin snorted coldly, leaned on the back of the seat and reached for a cigarette. He turned the steering wheel with one hand and pulled over, "You are more suitable to go to China to learn alchemy."

Tang Muqing:...

Can't you save some face?

His skill points were all about the skills necessary for a boss, and no one told him that he had to learn to cook to be a boss!

Tang Muqing took the cigarette case from Gin Jiu's hand, took one out, put it between his lips and lit it, then turned and handed it towards the other party, "Then... I can learn how to mix drinks."


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