NOVEL NEXT Chapter 279 My latest rumored girlfriend.
"Master, please."
The butler, wearing a black suit and white gloves, stood at the door, bowed slightly and raised his hand, saying respectfully: "Dinner is ready, and I've prepared a glass of wine for you, just right for a good night's sleep."
The car stopped at the door, Tang Muqing got up and got out, and casually took out a Conan with some unknown evil intentions from the back seat.
He glanced around and spoke after a while, "The garden is a bit bald, let's plant some crabapple trees. They don't have much smell but they look nice."
The housekeeper nodded slightly, "You are right. I will contact someone to buy the crabapple tree tomorrow."
He smiled a little, and said to the people beside Tang Muqing with a smile, "Mr. Amuro, and... little Conan, hello."
Toru Amuro waved his hand and walked into the room as if he knew the way there, completely ignoring his employer behind him, and went to the kitchen to check on the food.
Conan blinked, his eyes falling on the extremely familiar face of the person in front of him.
Does Tang Muqing really not mind at all that the person who once wanted to kill him is still working by his side?
This isn't some other job, this is housekeeping.
When staying at Tang Muching's house, all the food, drinks and even clothes you wear will have to pass through his hands, and it will be impossible to defend against him taking action.
For a moment, Conan didn't know whether Tang Muqing was confident, careless, or a fool?
He looked up at Tang Muqing, his face filled with indescribable words, "Brother Tangmu, Butler Ishii..."
"Hmm?" Tang Muqing had just taken out an empty cigarette box from his pocket and handed it to the butler. Hearing this, he lowered his head in surprise, "What's wrong?"
Conan opened his mouth, but after meeting the sparkling gaze of the butler next to him, he pursed his lips and shook his head.
Never mind. I’ll ask again later.
Butler Ishii looked at Conan with a kind gaze, as if he was looking at an ignorant and naughty child with tolerance.
He pushed open the door and waited for the owner to enter the room before slowly closing the door. He threw the empty cigarette box in his hand into the trash can and sighed slightly, "The owner of the house really doesn't take care of his health. Cigarettes are harmful to health..."
But there was no way out. Tang Muching was trying to fool the situation, and how could the housekeeper restrain his employer?
Butler Ishii sighed softly, shook his handkerchief, and walked towards the kitchen, intending to give some more instructions to the chef.
"I just took a look, and it's still lunch for dinner, but it seems they've added a soup for you, with a lot of medicinal herbs in it."
Furiya Ling walked out of the kitchen, touched his coat and the gun on his back, and headed for his room. "I'm going to change my clothes. You'd better take all the medicines you took before the meal."
Watching the man going upstairs, Conan finally withdrew his gaze and looked at Tang Muqing eagerly, "Didn't Butler Ishii want to poison you before?"
Tang Muqing raised an eyebrow, tore off his coat and threw it on the sofa beside him, changed his shoes and leaned against the soft pillow, "Huh? How do you know that Mr. Ishii wanted to poison me? If I remember correctly, the relevant files of this case do not seem to be open to public viewing in the Metropolitan Police Department."
Conan:! ! !
Conan shrank back, his eyes that had been sparkling suddenly became like a fool's, he tilted his head back and opened his mouth, "Ahhhh~~~"
Tang Muqing:...
What the hell, it’s Kudo Shinichi who said that again, right?
Tang Muqing took an apple from the fruit plate on the coffee table and stuffed it into Conan's mouth accurately. "If you keep talking to me, I will use the apple to pull out your teeth. I think you are at the age of changing teeth now, right?"
Conan felt his cheeks a little sore, and he tried hard to bite off a piece of the apple. Then he held the apple and looked at Tang Muqing with a dazed face.
What's up?
He can't even act like a spoiled child these days!
Conan frowned, but still moved closer to Tang Muqing, and asked curiously in a pinched voice: "Brother Tang Mu, are you going to see Uncle Maori tomorrow? Can you take me with you? But what is the commission? I can ask Brother Shinichi to help me."
The voice of a child always has a sense of childishness, and even when they are not being coquettish, they always have a soft milky taste when they speak, but...
There is a difference between pretending to be a kid and being a real kid.
Tang Muqing couldn't help but raised his hand to press his aching temple, and with his other hand he pushed Conan away, saying disdainfully, "Speak properly."
Conan tilted his head and suddenly felt that even if he lived in Tang Muqing's house, it would not be very good.
It is certain that Tang Muqing likes children, but he definitely won't like a fake child like himself. After all...
After all, Tang Muqing had called out Kudo Shinichi's name to him before.
Conan was silent for a moment, and after chewing an apple, he whispered, "So you really can't tell me the content of the commission?"
Tang Muqing frowned, "Children should not meddle in adult affairs."
Conan: ...
Well, that's a very easy answer. Does Tang Muqing know that he is Kudo Shinichi?
The sound of a vehicle came from outside the room, and Conan's thoughts were interrupted. He looked out the window curiously, "Is there a guest?"
Tang Muqing patted Conan's head, "Yes, my latest rumored girlfriend."