Taoist monk into vulgarity

Seeing Tang Moyu getting into the car, Wu Lie breathed out secretly, knowing that the boss gave him a death order, if he couldn't take it back, he didn't have to go back either.

After getting into the car, the car drove out of the police station, and quickly drove up the road. Looking at the scenery outside the window, Tang Moyu accepted it calmly. He doesn't understand this world, so he will learn from this world and become a part of it. The ability is very strong, at this point, he is not worried, he is just a little worried about that man Yan Qin.That man, even himself would be afraid of danger.

Yan Qin asked Wu Lie to pick him up early in the morning, and his own heart seemed to follow Wu Lie. He kept seeing a car approaching in the distance, and with his sharp eyes, he could see that it was Wu Lie's car. He regained his energy, but there was still no expression on his face.

"Aunt Bao, is the food ready?" Yan Qin knew that Tang Moyu must not have eaten so early.

"Master, everything is ready. Are you waiting for an important guest?" Aunt Bao is 46 years old. She has been Yan Qin's nanny since he was born.

"He is not a guest." Yan Qin said.

"It's not a guest. Could it be that the master and wife are coming?" Aunt Bao smiled happily as soon as she guessed it was possible.

"They don't have time to come here." Hearing about his parents, Yan Qin was not moved at all. His parents only gave him life, and everything else has nothing to do with them.

Aunt Bao knew that she had said something wrong, the master and the wife never cared about the young master's life or death.

"Aunt Bao, you go down first." Yan Qin said.Aunt Bao let out a sigh and went out. When she went out, she saw Wu Lie coming back with a man. She looked more curiously. Could it be that the young master was talking about either the guest or him?

Aunt Bao asked for leave yesterday, so she didn't know that Tang Moyu had been here yesterday.

Tang Moyu followed Wu Lie into the dining room, his eyes fell on the breakfast on the table, and he suddenly made up his mind that it might not be a bad thing to stay here for a while.

Yan Qin noticed his eyes, and the corners of his mouth curled up, he bet right.

"Master, Mr. Tang is here." After speaking, Wu Lie withdrew, closing the door behind him.

"Eat, it's all prepared for you." Yan Qin didn't stand up, and pointed to the chair opposite.

Tang Moyu ignored his arrogance, pulled out his chair and sat down, looking at the sumptuous breakfast on the table, Tang Moyu rarely smiled in front of him, Yan Qin's eyes flashed a strange look.

"Then I won't be polite." As he said, he picked up the chopsticks and ate it. Apart from being a little disgusted with his unreasonable playing of cards, he felt good about everything else. Just like now, he didn't feel at all with him. Strangers or strangers, get along very naturally.

"Is it delicious? Eat it slowly. It's not enough for Auntie Bao to cook." Yan Qin took a sip of coffee and watched Tang Moyu eat appreciatively. Although he ate fast, his movements were very elegant and beautiful. No faux pas.

"That's enough. I can't finish all this. You can eat quickly." Tang Moyu thought that this table was really made for him, but it was indeed Yan Qin who made this table for him. Come here for breakfast to bet that Tang Moyu will stay.

If Tang Moyu knew that he had bet on him with a table of breakfast, he would definitely grit his teeth angrily.

"I've eaten it, you should eat more." Yan Qin didn't have the habit of eating breakfast, his breakfast was always just a cup of coffee.

"Have you eaten? I haven't seen you move your chopsticks. Come, eat a deep-fried dough stick. The deep-fried dough stick is really good. It's delicious and crunchy, and you won't get angry at all when you eat it." As he said, Tang Moyu gave Yan Qin a bowl of Holding a fried dough stick, looking at the fried dough stick, Yan Qin didn't move his chopsticks, since he came out to be independent, he hasn't eaten this food.

"It's really not much, you have a taste." Seeing that he didn't eat, Tang Moyu took another piece of steamed bun. The steamed bun was cut into small pieces, just right for the mouth.

Looking at the steamed buns and deep-fried dough sticks in the bowl, Yan Qin frowned. Just as he was about to push the bowl away, he saw Tang Moyu staring at him with serious eyes, making him...somewhere uncomfortable.