As for whether Lin Su really needs his protection?
Maybe Tang’s ability is really strong, but he is a killer, not a bodyguard. He may be able to play a big role, but Lin Su will never really entrust his life to others.
so……
06 said: [Even if he says he can't be more sexy than you. ]
The host's routine is really like a sow wearing a bra.
[Yes, so he is single.] Lin Su was not ashamed of this, but proud of it.
06 Feeling attacked: [I am single too.]
[You can't be more coquettish.] Lin Su said with a smile.
06I can't refute it.
When Lin Su went out, he saw Tang at the door. His face was still cold, as if nothing could shake him. But unfortunately, the scene of Lin Su pretending to be dead had already broken this calm.
Tang said coldly: "I'm very sorry, this kind of thing will never happen again from now on."
"Is an apology only verbal?" Lin Su had no smile on his face.
"What do you want?" Tang's eyes flashed slightly.
His attitude is quite fearless.
"When I was pretending to be dead just now, there was blood on my clothes. Could you please help me wash it?" Lin Su smiled and said, "Hand wash."
"Okay." Tang nodded.
Doing laundry is no big deal.
"Well, be good. Washing clothes by hand is a privilege that only your partner has, besides your family." Lin Su turned around, folded the clothes he had changed into, put them in a bag, and handed it to Tang Dao. "Thank you."
Tang hesitated for a moment about whether to take the bag. He told himself to ignore the man's words and not let him bother him all the time, otherwise he would lose control of his heart.
Tang lowered his eyes, took the bag and said, "I will do this well."
06 Friendly reminder: [Host, this piece of clothing of yours cannot be washed with water, it will be damaged. ]
"It's okay, I have plenty of clothes." Lin Su said with a smile.
If you want to maintain an elegant and decent appearance, you naturally need a lot of clothes and equipment, so it doesn't matter if one piece breaks.
Tang had to follow Lin Su's side during the day to avoid any danger. Although Yin was repelled by Lin Su, the news at that time did not spread. There were also many destructive killers who came to increase Tang's sense of crisis, but this time they were all intercepted before they could get within ten meters of Lin Su.
"He's so devoted to his beloved." Luo Yue sighed softly, "It's rare to find someone as dedicated as our Tang."
A woman who looked very similar to Luo Yue, but had a completely different style of dressing, crossed her long legs and said, "There's no one in this world who can make Tang fall in love, let alone a man."
"Luo Lin, don't disbelieve me. I heard that Tang was washing Lin Su's clothes by hand a few days ago." The other woman adjusted her glasses and said, "Although I think the clothes must have been ruined, have you ever seen Tang really care about anyone in all these years? He even washes clothes for you? You're dreaming."
“Is this true…?”
Lin Su looked at the clothes that had been dried on the table, lifted them up with his fingers, then let go and said with a smile: "Tang, do you have any opinions about me?"
These clothes, which look like beef jerky, are even uglier than before they were washed. Anyone who sees them would think that this person is taking his anger out on other people, not on their clothes.
But Tang really didn't.
If he really disliked Lin Su, he could just fight with him instead of resorting to such childish means.
Tang said coldly: "No."
"You said you were going to apologize to me, but now you've ruined my clothes. You're not sincere." Lin Su sighed softly, "How can I accept this?"
"I can compensate you according to the price," Tang said.
"That piece of clothing has special meaning to me. No amount of money can make up for the damage I've suffered." Lin Su looked at him and said, "Besides, I'm not short of money."
Tang moved his lips and said, "Then what do you want?"
Lin Su smiled and said, "How about this, you cook me a meal as compensation. Good food can bring a sense of happiness, and then we can write off everything."
"Okay." Tang agreed.
There was no problem in cutting the vegetables, as Tang had excellent knife skills. The dishes were on the table in just a few seconds. However, when the oil was heated and put into the wok, an indescribable burnt smell came from the kitchen. Lin Su twitched his nose and knew that eating this dish was no different from taking poison.
When the dishes were served, Tang stopped looking at him and said with a sidelong glance, "It's not that I have a problem with you."
He was clearly following the recipe, but setting the fire and controlling the heat were different, and no matter how many times he tried, it was always the same.
Lin Su looked at the dish that looked like honeycomb coal, stood up, rolled up his sleeves, pushed Tang to sit aside and said, "Forget it, I'll do it."
He turned and went into the kitchen, which had already been cleaned by a robot, but the burnt smell was still there and could not be completely removed in a short time.
Lin Su moved very quickly. Tang could occasionally see him sitting on the sofa outside. The sound of him cutting vegetables was obviously that of an experienced hand. It sounded very comfortable and regular to him.
The sizzling sound of the vegetables slicing through the oil was heard, and the aroma wafted out, completely covering up the previous burnt smell and making Tang's stomach growl unconsciously.
He felt around and just as he touched something, he heard Lin Su say in the kitchen, "No snacks before meals."
Tang looked at the compressed biscuits in his hand, flipped through the bag on top, saw the word "snacks" on it, and put it away.
It's a snack, there's no way to argue with that.
The food was served: sweet and sour spare ribs, sweet and sour pork with pineapple, Thai lemon shrimp, and two or three stir-fried vegetables. Not to mention the aroma, just the appearance was completely different from what Tang had made before.
"Come and have dinner." Lin Su said.
Tang sat down at the table, took his portion of hot rice and started to stuff it into his mouth. He was so fast that before Lin Su had taken two bites, he had already finished most of the bowl of rice.
"Stop, eat slowly." Lin Su stopped him.
Although Tang did not eat rudely, this way of eating, almost swallowing the food whole, was also disrespectful to the food.
Tang stopped eating and asked, "What's wrong?"
He kept staring at the food, as if he felt very sorry for not being able to eat it.
Lin Su took the rice grains from the corner of his mouth. His gesture was so natural that Tang didn't react. He didn't eat them, but wiped them with his handkerchief and said, "Have you heard the story of Zhu Bajie eating the ginseng fruit?"
Tang looked at him seriously and said, "Go ahead."
He didn't understand the meaning, and it seemed more like he wanted to listen to Lin Su tell a story.
Lin Su smiled and recalled the scene when he was telling stories to the little ones. At that time, they had the same look in their eyes as Tang does now. Although their emotions were wrapped in coldness, they had a very similar desire for knowledge.
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