Quick Travel: The host guides the villain’s love life

Gong Jiushao leaned over and waited patiently for Lin Muan to speak.

"Nine...Brother Ninth, I..." Lin Muan stammered and couldn't speak. It was really difficult for him to say this.

"Well, I'm listening, tell me." Gong Jiushao saw that Lin Mu'an was so nervous that he started to scratch his arm, so he reached out and grabbed his hand, "Don't pinch yourself, you speak slowly, I will listen carefully and won't rush you. "

Lin Muan looked at his arm, while Gong Jiushao was studying it carefully.

Gong Jiushao dresses very casually. With a height of over 1.9 meters, he looks like a natural clothes hanger in everything he wears. He only wears black inner wear with a black and white checkered jacket, casual black straight pants, and diamond sneakers.

The meticulous hair that I used to have had a three-quarter hairdo today, and I look very young, like a college student.

Wheat-colored skin, angular face, deep eyes, high bridge of nose, thin crimson lips, it is obvious that he has an affectionate face, but at this moment he is very affectionate.

Lin Mu'an stared at Gong Jiushao, speechless for a moment as his knuckled fingers rubbed against his red arm.

"Brother Jiu, I love you."

Lin Muan's voice was very soft, as if it was squeezed out of his throat, but it could be heard that he was not forcing himself to say this.

"Yes." Gong Jiushao looked up at Lin Muan, "I love you too."

Lin Muan's pupils shrank. He couldn't believe that Gong Jiushao would answer him at this time. He thought it would take at least a while before he heard Gong Jiushao say this.

"Surprised?" Gong Jiushao saw the surprise in Lin Muan's eyes.

"Yeah." Lin Mu'an wanted to shrink his hand, but he felt that Gong Jiushao's palm was too hot.

"Can I kiss you?" Gong Jiushao looked into Lin Muan's eyes seriously and saw his smiling face in Lin Muan's amber eyes.

Gong Jiushao didn't smile when she said she loved him, but she asked if she could kiss him and smile. Lin Muan didn't know what to say.

Gong Jiushao actually became a gentleman at this time. In the past, he would kiss her without waiting for his answer after asking her.

"Being silent means acquiescence?" Gong Jiushao reached out and touched the corner of Lin Muan's mouth.

"No!" Lin Muan quickly refused.

"Why? I really want to kiss you." Gong Jiushao looked at Lin Muan.

"I want to draw, and we'll kiss tonight..." Lin Muan's eyes met the smile in Gong Jiushao's eyes, and Lin Mu'an subconsciously wanted to run away.

"Promise?" Gong Jiushao took back his hand.

"Yes, promise." Lin Muan's eyes were wandering, not daring to look at Gong Jiushao.

"Okay, then I'll come tonight to keep the promise." Gong Jiushao looked at Lin Mu'an with a smile. The more he looked at her, the more cute he felt.

Finally, Lin Muan returned to the easel. Song Yanran ran off to nowhere. Lin Muan picked up the brush to paint. There was no need for Gong Jiushao to stand there. Gong Jiushao went to help get things.

"elder sister."

Song Yanran was looking for charcoal when a sudden voice startled her.

"Xiao Ling'er, you scared me." Song Yanran patted her chest.

Qin Ling grabbed Song Yanran's hand and forced Song Yanran to the corner.

"Little Ling'er?" Song Yanran looked at her hands and raised her eyes to Qin Ling.

"Sister~" Qin Ling hugged Song Yanran with a sticky tone.

"My little Ling'er is acting coquettishly. What's wrong with your sister?" Song Yanran hugged Qin Ling and patted Qin Ling's back.

"Sister, we agreed to go on a date." Qin Ling was a little resentful. It was obviously a date, but there were so many people.

"Oh, it's not fun for just the two of us to play in such a big place. It would be more lively if there are more people." Song Yanran touched Qin Ling's head.

"Sister, I want to make amends." Qin Ling distanced herself and looked at Song Yanran with aggrieved eyes.

"Ah... ok... ok." Song Yanran began to worry about her waist, but facing Qin Ling's aggrieved look, she really couldn't refuse.

"Sister is so kind." Qin Ling smiled and kissed Song Yanran's face, "Let's go, I'll go get charcoal with my sister."

Song Yanran looked at Qin Ling, her ears turned red unconsciously.

Qin Lin: Who can tell him what happened?

Qin Lin saw Qin Ling kissing Song Yanran not far away. He was immediately petrified on the spot. However, he also realized that he was the only single person present and he was still a big light bulb.

Qin Lin returned to the yard and didn't see Gong Jiushao and Lin Mu'an sticking together. He felt better instantly, but not much better.

Song Yanran and Qin Ling went to the yard owner to get some charcoal and came back. The barbecue grill was already set up. Uncle Tian and Aunt Wu also prepared the ingredients and were waiting to grill them.

"Small……"

"I'll bring it to him later, you guys eat first." Gong Jiushao interrupted Song Yanran who was about to call Lin Muan.

"Okay." Song Yanran handed the skewers to Qin Ling.

Qin Lin bit into the skewers and stared at Qin Ling. He couldn't figure out how Qin Ling got involved with Song Yanran.

Qin Ling took the skewers given by Song Yanran and glanced at Qin Lin doubtfully. Qin Lin and Qin Ling looked at each other and winked wildly, but Qin Ling pretended not to see it at all.

"Sir, take these to Xiao An." Aunt Wu handed Gong Jiushao a plate.

"Okay." Gong Jiushao smiled slightly, picked up the plate and stood up.

"Sir, he has changed a lot." Aunt Wu looked at Gong Jiushao's back.

"Yes." Uncle Tian continued to turn over the skewers.

Gong Jiushao looked at Lin Muan's paintings. Today he was not painting oil paintings, but watercolors. He in Lin Muan's paintings had already been colored. The whole style looked very gentle. Gong Jiushao felt that the person in the painting did not match him.

"Is this what you see me like?" Gong Jiushao put the plate on the stone table and leaned behind Lin Mu'an.

"Yeah." Lin Muan was stunned for a moment when he heard Gong Jiushao's voice.

"Wash your hands and eat by yourself, or should I feed you?" Gong Jiushao sat on the stone bench next to Lin Muan. Lin Muan was sitting on a chair, which made it easier for him to adjust his position while drawing.

Lin Muan looked at his hands and then at Gong Jiushao: "Hey, Brother Jiu."

It's a bit troublesome to wash your hands, and they tend to feel dull after washing.

Gong Jiushao fed Lin Muan a skewer to prevent the dry ingredients from falling on Lin Muan's clothes. He also caught it with his hands.

Lin Mu'an felt a little flattered. He didn't expect Gong Jiushao to be so attentive.

"Is it delicious?" Gong Jiushao stared at Lin Muan's lips.

Lin Mu'an felt something dry on his mouth, so he stuck out his tongue and licked it. Gong Jiushao suddenly felt something bad.

"Huh? It's delicious. Brother Jiu will eat it too." Lin Mu'an looked at the kebabs in Gong Jiushao's hands.

"Feed me." Gong Jiushao stared at Lin Muan with dark eyes.

"How do you feed me?" Lin Muan looked at his unwashed hands.

"Bite it and hold it in your mouth." Gong Jiushao brought the skewers to Lin Muan's lips, and Lin Muan followed suit.

Lin Mu'an watched Gong Jiushao's face getting closer and closer to him, and the roasted meat in his mouth was taken away by Gong Jiushao. The two of them just touched their lips quickly, but Lin Muan's heart was beating hard.

Why is he so good? These words played on a loop in Lin Muan's mind.