NOVEL NEXT Chapter 262 It must be my fault.
After a long flight, the plane finally landed at an unfamiliar airport.
Tang Muching returned to the hotel and slept for a full ten hours before he lazily got up to wash up, sat on the sofa in shorts and applied sunscreen on himself.
Tsk, he is retired after all.
Pure and simple.
If this had happened in the past, how could he have applied sunscreen on himself?
Why don't you find a good-looking handsome guy or beautiful girl to help you and touch your hands and chat with you?
Tang Muching looked down at his feet, and after thinking for a moment, he applied it on his feet as well.
I should have brought Zhu Fu Jingguang here earlier. Although he might have some bad intentions, after all, we have been together for such a long time, so I am very clear about his habits.
If he brought Zhu Fu Jingguang with him, he might help him apply sunscreen with a helpless smile, and then bring him a thin windproof jacket before going out.
Unfortunately, there is only Gin this time...
Tang Muching slowly sat up straight, holding the bottle of sunscreen and thinking.
Not quite right.
He slept for more than ten hours, so what about Gin?
Gin slept in his room, and next door were the Miyano Akemi and her sister. Gin probably wouldn't go out, and besides...
Gin would not let him stay here alone. After all, no one could guarantee that the Shirley sisters would not suddenly go crazy and strangle him, a powerless capitalist.
Tang Muching thought for a moment, stood up, put on shorts and a T-shirt, and walked out the door.
That means he is angry. Gin doesn't want to pay attention to him, nor does he want to lie next to him and play with his phone quietly waiting for him to wake up.
Tang Muching frowned, threw his glasses on the bedside, then slowly walked out the door and headed straight for the small balcony on the second floor.
I won't go too far. If I go too far, I won't be able to keep an eye on him. There are external members squatting outside, and there are also various surveillance cameras, so...
Tang Muching stood at the stairs and looked out, catching sight of an adult male.
The other person had long silver-white hair hanging down, and he was lazily curled up in the sofa chair, biting a cigarette and looking at his phone with his eyes downcast.
He was not wearing a long black windbreaker or trousers, but a simple T-shirt and shorts. His exposed skin was covered with scars from various healed wounds.
Tang Muching looked for a moment, and when Gin turned around to look at him, he took two steps forward.
He stopped beside the sofa, thought for a moment, then squatted down, rested his chin on Gin's arm, tilted his head back with an innocent look, "Are you angry?"
Gin glanced at Tang Muching gloomily, then looked away and continued looking at his phone.
I wouldn't say I'm angry, just a little irritated.
Watching the undercover agents and traitors running around in front of him was a complete torture for him, and he even felt so desperate that he wanted to shoot himself.
Never mind. It won't be that serious. He won't shoot himself unless he is truly desperate. He will just fly into the sky with the enemy carrying the bomb and see if he can blast his way out.
Gin raised his hand to take down the cigarette he was biting, pinched it between his fingertips, and then spoke, "You should be more careful. Undercovers and traitors are like rats in the gutter, emerging in endlessly, and occasionally biting people to death."
Tang Muqing:...
Tang Muqing nodded, put his cheek on Gin's arm, and said softly: "I understand, but you are still a little angry, and you don't even have a sneer anymore."
Gin lowered his eyes and stared into those light brown eyes.
Her upturned peach blossom eyes are like a pool of water under a blossoming tree, with petals falling on them, warmed by the sun.
Gin remained silent, staring at Tang Muching to see what else this vixen could say.
"Although I don't know why you're angry, it's definitely my fault." Tang Muqing curled his eyes, stood up, bent down and put his arm around Gin's shoulders, and whispered, "Please forgive me, senior. It's not easy to go out on a trip, so don't be angry with me. You can be angry with me when you get back."
Gin closed his eyes, holding a cigarette in one hand, and raised his other hand to pat Tang Muqing's arm, "You didn't apply the sunscreen evenly."
Stair corner.
After a good rest, Miyano Akemi, who was planning to ask Gin if she and her sister could go for a walk, had a confused look on her face and stared at the two people who had ended the hug with a puzzled look.
The always cold-blooded killer bit his cigarette and frowned, staring at the gentle vixen with an impatient expression. He reached out and evenly spread the sunscreen on the other's neck. Finally, he grabbed the other's hair and motioned for her to tie her hair up.
Miyano Akemi held onto the handrail of the stairs and inexplicably felt that she and her sister seemed to be emitting a dazzling light, like a beacon in the darkness.
"rye……"
A cold but caring voice came from behind. Miyano Akemi turned around and looked at her sister who was standing against the wall.
Shirley glanced at the extremely ambiguous yet relaxing atmosphere in the room, and looked at her sister, "Suddenly I feel that cousin... or brother-in-law, is not that great."
Even during the interrogation, Tang Muching was gentle and respectful of etiquette. In order not to offend her, he even used a handkerchief to cushion his palms.
Not to mention comparing with Tang Muching, Rye is not even as good as Gin, and Gin is still applying sunscreen to Tang Muching seriously!
What about rye?
Just pat your butt and leave?!