NOVEL NEXT Chapter 255 Remuneration.
The sound of a vehicle came from outside, as if an expensive car had parked in this dust-covered house, followed by the sound of leather shoes tapping on the ground.
There was no doorbell, but I did hear the beeping sound of the electronic lock.
Tang Muching was carrying the food prepared by the chef and two pajamas that he had just seen at the old house. The moment he pushed open the door, he couldn't help but frown.
It wasn't dirty, but it was empty.
The simple furniture in the room was covered with dust covers, which looked white and one could even see the dust falling.
It seems that these code-named members who are considered to be important in the organization all seem to have a few inconspicuous safe houses, but they are always sloppy and unkempt, and do not look like places where people can live.
but……
Tang Muching lowered his eyes and did not express any impertinent and critical comments about the environment.
He walked around the living room, went to the second floor, pushed open the bedroom with a loft, and then looked inside. "Are you waiting for me?"
In the room, Gin was sitting on a chair with a cold and unappetizing lunch box in front of him. The dust cover on the bed next to him had not been removed, and a black coat was casually placed on it, along with a briefcase containing weapons and a computer.
Gin turned his head slightly to glance at Tang Muqing, "You are fast."
It only took an hour for him to rush over.
Looking at this appearance, she even tidied her hair and sprayed some perfume before going out.
Hearing this, Tang Muqing smiled.
He opened the door and put the thermos bag on the table, saying softly, "Hasn't it been a long time since I last saw you? And you're too lazy to look for me..."
Tang Muqing looked at the lunch box with disdain and pushed it away without any hesitation. Then he took out a few small casseroles from the thermos bag and muttered, "There is tofu and some seafood stewed in tomato sauce. There are no dishes with chili peppers. I think you don't want to eat anything too spicy after a long flight."
Gin stepped back and looked at ATM transforming into a snail girl to prepare food for him. Finally, he couldn't help but sigh.
He raised his hand and patted Tang Muqing's arm, "You talk as if you made this dish yourself."
"It can be done, but someone might die." Tang Muqing laughed, and after laying out all the things, he took out two thermos cups, "And some fruit tea, drink it after dinner, okay?"
As he spoke, Tang Muqing tilted his head and looked at Gin with a questioning look.
The light brown eyes were extremely moist, with a slight smile.
Gin glanced at him, then looked away and nodded, "You like taking care of others."
He took the chopsticks handed to him by Tang Muching, sat at the table and ate slowly, his stern face softening at this time.
I just feel a little sorry for Vodka. I wonder if he's in some safe house right now, chewing on a cold rice ball while holding a photo of Yoko Okino.
"How wonderful it is. The people I've taken care of, the children I've brought up, all have my shadow on them. Isn't that the inheritance of my will?" Tang Muching said casually, took out his phone and looked down at it. Suddenly, as if remembering something, he reminded, "Can you clean up the room after dinner? I kind of dislike this place."
Gin:......
He is the big brother of the action team!
He is not from the babysitter group!
Gin looked down at the sumptuous dinner in front of him and was speechless for a moment.
He was silent for a moment, and finally spoke, "Let's go to another place to rest later. I'm too lazy to clean up."
At this point, Gin paused and said, "You drive."
He was tired and just wanted to take a rest for the night because he had to go and get the money tomorrow.
Tang Muqing thought about it and asked sincerely, "Then why should I bring food here? Can't we really go out to eat?"
"Who knows." Gin said in a low voice, his eyes swept over the dishes, and just as he was about to speak, he saw ATM put down his phone.
The gentle man wiped his palms with a wet tissue, lowered his eyes, and carefully removed the shells from the bowl of seafood at hand. He cleaned the tender fish and shrimp shells thoroughly and then threw them into the bowl next to him.
Gin took a deep breath and continued eating without saying anything.
The meal took forty minutes. After ATM peeled the shrimp shells, he went to wash his hands with a frown, and even wanted to find a toothbrush to clean the gaps between his nails.
"And he said he didn't have mysophobia."
Gin muttered, threw the dishes into the bag with a cold face, and let his thoughts run wild in his mind.
I don’t know why, but this was originally a criminal organization full of blood and smoke, but now I feel a unique warmth from Tang Muching, who is also a code name member.
It's like... it's like a kindergarten teacher smiling gently with eyes curved, helping the children put on clothes in a soft voice, adding a little hot soup to the bowl, and even carefully combing their hair.
Gin sighed slightly, picked up the bag and threw it out the door, then turned back and leaned against the bathroom door, looking at the man who was frowning and washing his hands, "How much funds can be mobilized? What about free time?"
"Both. I'm rich and I have lots of free time." Tang Muqing looked at his fingers that had finally recovered their cleanliness, wiped his hands, and looked up at Gin. "Capitalists like us never get what we want. You want my money and my time. What can you give me in exchange? I don't want to lose money."
Gin sneered, lowered his eyes, lit a cigarette, took a deep breath and put it between Tang Muqing's lips, "Reward."
After saying that, he turned around, put on his clothes, and quickly went downstairs.
Tang Muqing bit his cigarette and listened to the sound of leather shoes hitting the stairs. After a while, he rolled his eyes and said, "I've never seen such a cheap price for whoredom..."
So angry!