Soul Chuan Ke Xue: I call gin and wine my wife

Before going to meet Rum, Gin changed into his signature suit again. A black sleeved shirt was put on under the windbreaker, and the surface was covered with a thin layer of velvet, which felt soft to the touch.

The black trousers are a rare close-fitting style, making her legs extraordinarily straight and slender.

Seeing that Lancer's eyes were always on him, Ginjiu said calmly: "You made a lot of noise yesterday."

Lancer lowered his eyebrows and said, "Are you angry? They bullied you, and I won't be relieved even if I kill them all. I don't think I did anything wrong."

"Don't worry too much." Gin put a cigarette in his mouth as usual, took out a lighter from his pocket with his other hand, and lit himself up.

"I just went over there to shut them up."

Lancer's eyes suddenly opened wide, and his sleepy spirit became a little excited.

He crossed his arms and straightened his back, followed Gin out of the room, and said with a smile: "I'm going too, I want to see them deflated."

The two of them were walking side by side. When the servants passing by in the corridor saw the two of them, they would turn aside and bow their heads to give way. It was a moment of great excitement.

[System: The cute brothers show their perfect match on the public screen! 】

Because of Lancer's "feat" last night, the restaurant was contaminated with blood. Even if the maid cleaned the restaurant inside and outside, the faint smell of blood could not be eliminated.

So the breakfast area was moved to another relatively empty hall.

But when Gin and Lancer arrived in the room, basically no one else was there except the old man.

The housekeeper, working with the maid, was clearing away the dishes. When he saw them coming, he politely led them to sit down.

Lancer glanced at the table and saw that only two or three of the tableware on the seats had been used.

He found a comfortable position and sat down against the back of the chair, yawning lazily: "What do you mean? Have all my elders left today?"

The housekeeper replied respectfully: "Only Miss Jiyuan and Mr. Nan have come here to have breakfast. They must be here specifically to wait for you, young master."

"Even if you tell me their names, I still can't get them right." Lancer bent over and leaned back on the chair. He felt that it was uncomfortable to sit like this, so he changed his sitting position.

He picked up the coffee just brought by the maid, took a sip while blowing on the hot air, and said casually: "Just tell them to come to me directly if they need anything."

Of course, whether you want to see them or not depends on Lancer's mood.

The butler bowed in response and left the hall after breakfast was prepared. The service was very attentive.

Lancer looked at the sandwich in front of him and the miso soup at hand, losing all his appetite.

He pushed his plate to Gin, picked up the coffee cup, glanced at the old man dining alone, and then cast a suspicious look at Gin.

Is this man the legendary Rum?

Gin pulled out the chair next to Lancer, put his hands in his pockets, and showed no intention of preparing for a meal.

He said to the old man: "I didn't expect that the person coming would be you. What? Does that gentleman have something to convey?"

The old man put down the tableware in his hands and replied calmly: "My husband and I often lament that this era is no longer within the control of us old stubborns. This should be the world of you young people!"

hypocritical.

After Lancer heard his words, these two words immediately popped into his mind.

He tugged at the corners of his lips and sneered: "In that case, then you should retire early, and don't keep occupying the position at your old age——"

Gin blocked his mouth with the still hot sandwich. Lancer knew that he didn't like to hear nonsense, so he had to bite half of it into his mouth, stuffing it until his cheeks bulged, and stared at the man's face angrily. Look sideways.

"Go on," Gin said.

He wanted to see what other ridiculous things this old man could say.

But the old man is a person who knows how to read people's faces and knows how to take things easy.

His hoarse voice let out a low laugh, as if it had been polished by sandpaper, making people's skin crawl.

Lancer frowned in disgust.

"Sir, I know that you have a good friendship. Master Lancer also does things that embarrass his family because of impulse. He can understand that."

"But this matter is your fault. People within the organization have already criticized Gin. Sir, he only made the decision to punish for the sake of balance."

Lancer had long been tired of hearing such words of respect, so he put his chin in his hands and said with a smile, "So?"

The other person's milk glass was empty and the sandwich was finished.

Judging from the smiling face of the old man, it seemed that he was very satisfied with the breakfast.

No, maybe it was because they were happy to see Gin and Lancer deflated.

"If you want to continue working for your husband, you naturally need Gin to re-establish your prestige in the organization."

Lancer narrowed his eyes: "Speak humanly."

"There is a task here that you need to complete." The old man took out an envelope sealed with fire paint from the inside pocket of his coat and pushed it in front of Gin from the other side of the dining table.

The fire seal was the shape of a crow, and Lancer's eyelids twitched.

Lancer was puzzled by the choice of such an ugly pattern for the family emblem - couldn't they use a more festive style? You don't think you're unlucky enough to keep a crow at home, right?

After Gin picked up the envelope, he was not in a hurry to open it.

He first made sure that the envelope had not been opened before putting it into his pocket.

"Then, see you later."

The old man took out his crutches from the side of the chair and slowly left the hall with one hand behind his back.

"Who is he?"

"Rum's cronies."

Lancer came here looking for trouble, but he didn't expect those guys who claimed to be his elders to be so frightened that a few timid ones ran away in the middle of the night, not even willing to wait for breakfast.

Alas, it seems that I have to be more restrained next time. If I scare everyone away, how can I have fun in the future?

Lancer was eating the sandwich with a dull taste, his eyes were dazed, and he seemed to be distracted.

It wasn't until he heard the crisp clang of metal knives and forks placed on the porcelain plate that he came back from his thoughts.

The plate in front of the man was empty, and Lancer didn't even see the sandwich disappear from his mouth.

He held a cigarette between his fingers and did not light it for a long time. He just looked at Lancer quietly with a pair of cold eyes.

"The food here is always terrible. If you can't eat it, don't force it."

"Huh?" Lancer didn't expect him to say such irrelevant words.

However, if someone like Gin, who is not picky, can say the word "unpalatable", it seems that the reputation of the chef here is indeed not very good.

While Lancer was wiping the corners of his mouth with a napkin, he suddenly heard Gin say something, and he suddenly lost his composure and almost choked on his own saliva.

"Going on a date?"