NOVEL NEXT Chapter 249 I am injured.
"Kudo Shinichi?"
The man murmured in a low voice, and his gentle voice seemed particularly deep in the huge villa.
The little boy raised his head and stared blankly at the familiar face in front of him. After a moment of silence, he opened his mouth, but his voice was dry and he couldn't say anything. He could only manage to squeeze out one sentence, "What's wrong with Brother Shinichi?"
Can't admit it!
Being smaller is ridiculous!
There is no evidence to prove this at all, so...even if the other party says it directly, he cannot admit it.
But...why did Tang Muqing know?
He and those men in black...
Tang Muqing smiled with his eyes bent, stood up, took out his handkerchief, wiped his fingertips slowly, and said calmly: "Oh, so your answer is like this..."
He tilted his head slightly, standing in the corridor and looking down at Conan, "Conan and Shinichi are really similar, but it's also my fault. I thought you were the same person. I just wanted to ask you if you need me. The medical team will help you study your physical condition, and now it seems... I am just being naive."
Ah!
The little liar should be scared!
Tang Muqing threw the handkerchief into the trash can in the corridor and walked toward the kitchen.
Conan: ...
That’s right!
You shouldn't have told me earlier!
He really needs an advanced and safe medical team, but...
Conan tilted his head and looked at Tang Muqing's back, the confusion in his eyes as thick as the clouds outside the house.
The tall and long-legged man walked slowly towards the lit kitchen. The warm light crowned the man, and the hanging curly hair showed a golden color in the dim light.
can not say.
If Tang Muqing is innocent, then by confessing, he is putting Tang Muqing in danger.
If Tang Muqing and the man in black were together, then... he would be in danger.
Conan squatted down on the spot, resting his chin on his hands and looking at the man leaning against the kitchen door frame.
Tang Muqing put his forehead against the door frame, wrapped his arms around his chest with a blanket and looked at Fangtani Rei, "Mr. Amuro, don't put the cooking wine in now, the pot needs to be hotter."
"The skin must be peeled clean, otherwise it will be bitter."
"Can you throw away the skin of the chicken? I don't like it."
"Don't puree this. It should be a little grainy to make it taste better."
"Can you remove the yellowish spot behind the white fungus? It doesn't look good."
After a series of instructions, Jiangu Ling finally couldn't bear it anymore. He threw the knife on the table with a bang and turned to look at Tang Muqing, "How about you do it?"
Why are you talking so much?
It's good to eat some food in these deep mountains and old forests. Why are you still picking and choosing here? !
Hearing this, Tang Muqing showed a trace of doubt on his face.
He looked at the knife, then at Jiangu Ling's face, and tentatively said, "That's okay?"
As he spoke, Tang Muqing casually pulled off the blanket and put it aside. He approached the cooking table with a little expectation, holding the knife and thinking about how to start. His tone was full of eagerness, "To be honest, I really want to have one of my own." kitchen, but I have not been allowed to enter this kind of place since I was a child.”
"Is that true?"
"I'm not very good at it. Can Mr. Amuro teach me?"
"Well... I've been in the kitchen before, and it turned out that the wine we all made together had exactly the same ingredients and processes. Only my bottle had hair on it and it was very even."
"Yes, a younger brother took it away later. He said he couldn't grow such a perfect bacterial colony in the laboratory."
Jianggu Ling:......
Jiang Gu Ling looked at Tang Muqing's chatter with an expressionless face, and took a deep breath for a while.
Before he could say anything, Tang Muqing let out a sigh and dropped the knife in his hand on the table.
Conan hurried in. Although he was full of fear, he couldn't help but asked loudly, "Brother Tang Mu! What's wrong with you!"
Tang Muqing raised his bleeding fingertips and said calmly: "I cut my hand. It feels...in addition to pain, it's a little hot."
Jiang Guling couldn't bear to look at it. He quickly grabbed Tang Muqing's hand and put it under the faucet to rinse it. He frowned and said in a tone full of irritation, "I just cut the pepper! Can you be more careful!"
"You are so fierce." Tang Muqing looked sideways at Jiang Guling, but still arched his eyebrows and spoke softly, "Don't worry, Mr. Amuro, this kind of injury will appear every time I sneak into the kitchen."
Jianggu Ling took a deep look at Tang Muqing, closed his eyes, wrapped Tang Muqing's palm with a tissue, grabbed the other person and walked out of the kitchen quickly, "It's not a worry at all!"
Move back to your old home as soon as possible!
So many servants can always keep an eye on a disobedient adult!
Tang Muqing smiled with his eyes bent, and before leaving, he pressed Conan's head and used a slight force to encourage him to move forward.
The blond and dark-skinned man quickly dug out the medical kit with a calm face, checked the production date, and quickly bandaged it. He didn't let go until one finger was wrapped like a carrot, "Don't touch the water."
Xiaolan looked at Tang Muqing in confusion, "So it turns out last time I said that Brother Tang Mu and Kitchen were not destined to be compatible, it's true."
At once……
I just cut two slices of chili rings, is that all?
The pity in Xiaolan's eyes was even greater, and the look of concern for her brother instantly turned into something akin to maternal love.
Tang Muqing looked at his fingers that couldn't move, and spread his hands towards Fangtani Rei amidst the worried eyes of everyone, "What should I do? I can't eat, can Mr. Amuro feed me?"
Jiang Guling looked at Tang Muqing coldly, "Can't you eat with the other hand?"
Tang Muqing looked embarrassed, "No."
"If you don't know, don't eat it." Jiang Guling snorted coldly. He could no longer bear the weird looks in others' eyes and walked towards the kitchen angrily.
Tang Muqing sighed heavily and was blocked on the sofa and not allowed to enter the kitchen.
Before Jiang Gu Ling even stepped into the kitchen, there was a knock on the door of the villa deep in the mountains and forests.
Facing the wind and rain, helicopters one after another docked at the top of the mountain. Mu Mu Shisan was panting, with raindrops still on his shoulders.
He gasped and looked at Tang Muqing, "There was an attack? Where are the injured? Is the prisoner hiding here and not leaving yet?"
Tang Muqing didn't look at Mu Mu Thirteen, but looked through the crowd and landed on the man at the back of the team.
He looked into those familiar blue eyes and showed a gentle smile.
These eyes are really beautiful, and they look particularly innocent no matter what the occasion, the scene, or the mood.
Of course, except for the rooftop where the cold wind blows.
He smiled with his eyes bent, but his smile looked a little tired.
Under the gaze of a group of policemen from the Metropolitan Police Department and the children in the villa, Tang Muqing frowned a little and stretched out his hand towards Zhufu Jingguang, "Mr. Obara, Mr. Amuro didn't take good care of me. I was injured."
Fangtani Rei holding an apron:? ? ?
Jiang Guling looked at Tang Muqing with slightly widened eyes, in disbelief, "Huh?"