At the Edge of Hush Chapter 7

His fingertips slid through the photos very quickly, as if Orion Le had grown up in the blink of an eye.

Maybe it was because the pixels were not high in the past. Tristan Mu felt that the young Orion Le was like a ball of gray fur that was not very soft. Because he often worked at home and was exposed to the wind and sun, he was so small, but his skin was neither tender nor white. It wasn't until I went to school in the county town that I became whiter and rounder - like a clean hair ball, not gray or shriveled, but fluffy.

Orion Le's expression when looking at the camera is always innocent and shy, with bright eyes, which reminds Tristan Mu of the blooming lemon potted plants at home.

When Tristan Mu finally found a guest house in a corner of the county, it was getting late.

Master Mu looked at the dilapidated two-story building in front of him and the flying insects swarming under the dim door light, and was obviously intimidated.

In recent years, the county has gradually developed tourism, and many farmhouse-style affordable hotels have been built. Although the facilities are far less than the hotels Tristan Mu is used to staying in, at least the sanitary conditions are slightly better, and there is no mold in the corners. He can just stay with his clothes for a night.

So he searched for a place to live again and chose a good one. The review said: The boss himself lives there all the time. If there is no food in the canteen at night, he can knock on the door on the first floor and ask the boss to cook noodles and boil vegetables.

You can park your car, and your APP reservation will not be refunded, so Tristan Mu will pass by.

Tristan Mu drove to the downstairs of "Lin Family Xiyuan" and saw a car in front of him that had just parked.

A middle-aged man got down from the driver's seat. He had a big belly, big shoulders and a round waist. His clothes were like a Polo shirt, with a belt buckle hidden under his belly, and a leather bag tucked under his elbow.

There was also a thin male classmate who was wearing a pair of school pants of an unflattering color. The white cotton shirt he was wearing had probably been washed too many times and had grown too long, almost covering his tail bone.

The middle-aged man raised his hand to lift the large and empty schoolbag on the boy's thin shoulders. The boy waved his hand and smiled and refused. The middle-aged man no longer forced himself and put his arm around the boy's shoulders intimately.

Tristan Mu almost thought this was the owner of "Lin Family Xiyuan" picking up his son to go home ------

It wasn't until Tristan Mu yielded to pedestrians and the boy walked quickly in front of his car and turned his head hastily that Tristan Mu suddenly frowned.

The image of this face was still very fresh in his mind. At most, he was looking at the photos half an hour ago...

Such a coincidence, is this boy Orion Le?

Perhaps it was the dim street lights that made Tristan Mu feel like Orion Le when he saw a boy of about the same age.

But when he parked the car and walked into Linjia Xiyuan hesitantly, he saw the two of them lingering at the front desk. The middle-aged man directly reached out to get a bottle of drink from the counter for the boy.

Tristan Mu approached and said in a light and tentative tone: "Hello, I'm staying for one night. I have a reservation."

As expected, the middle-aged man said enthusiastically: "Okay, please give me your ID card. I am the boss here."

Then he patted the boy on the back and said, "Xiao Ning, go inside and play by yourself first."

Muzhan's tongue lightly swiped the top of his mouth.

What a boss.

It’s really a joy.

Orion Le showed hesitation: "How about I..."

The boss didn't wait for him to finish speaking, and glared majestically: "Don't always have ideas, just play as you are told. And what about you? There is facial oil in the room, so just apply a little, and it won't feel tight after you apply it." No more dryness."

Orion Le nodded in compromise.

Muzhan's heartbeat skipped a beat, and he felt something was wrong.

Orion Le actually raised his eyes to look at Tristan Mu, but he seemed to think it was impolite, so he quickly lowered his eyes and turned around to leave. He recognized the door and entered the house with ease - if Tristan Mu didn't know Orion Le's family situation, Everyone thought Orion Le was returning home.

Tristan Mu was thoughtful and handed over his ID card and pretended to chat with the boss: "My son is on summer vacation. Can I help you with something in the store?"

The boss chuckled, losing his intimidating look, and his chin trembled: "Yes, you're so good!"

"Be obedient" means to be obedient, and it also means to say that a person is good-looking. Tristan Mu felt that either one of them was inappropriate in this situation, because the boss did not refute the "son", probably because there was no need to explain too much to the stranger, and Maybe it's because... I don't want others to be suspicious.

After checking in, Tristan Mu walked upstairs, lowered his eyes in the corridor, and glanced at the door that Orion Le left ajar.

That door is still reserved for the boss.

Entering the room, Vera Zheng sent a message asking Tristan Mu if he had settled in well.

Tristan Mu called Vera Zheng back, just in case and asked, "Principal Zheng, do Orion Le have any relatives or... close elders in the county?"

"No, Grandma Xiaoning died in childbirth. His father is an only child and he has no uncles." Vera Zheng said, "Otherwise, there will always be someone to take care of her, so it won't be so difficult."

Yes, Tristan Mu thought, otherwise why would Orion Le need Vera Zheng to help him finance his studies, and how could he invite a stranger to the ceremony.

Who is the boss from Orion Le? Why did Orion Le obey his words?

The most suspicious thing is that there are no female partners or children around the boss, and there are no part-time workers in the store, as if he is deliberately avoiding acquaintances.

Tristan Mu had just met Julian Song, and he was preoccupied by Julian Song's flattering look of clinging to men. He couldn't help but think of the unbearable aspect - if you don't use facial oil to wipe your face properly, what would you do with it?

The more Tristan Mu thought about it, the more he frowned, and then he forcibly restrained himself... He shouldn't make assumptions about such a sensible child.

"...Playing by yourself?" Tristan Mu narrowed his eyes slightly, feeling upset for no reason.

the other side.

The Lin family lives on the first floor. The layout of the house is different from other guest rooms, with one living room and two rooms.

Orion Le entered Finley Lin's room and sent a voice message to Finley Lin: "I'm here. There were customers in the store just now. I wanted to help my uncle guard the store, but he drove me away with a straight face. You and your aunt find a place. Are you staying? It's dark, please be safe."

Finley Lin replied with a smile: "My dad is being mean to you just to let you play for a while. If it were me, he would have to hold my head and make me work in the store! Stay here, don't worry."

Orion Le took a bottle of Dabao from the bedside table and said humorously: "By the way, my hands are peeling a little. My uncle saw me peeling them off, so he asked me to use my aunt's facial oil to wipe them on. That's not good. I'll use your Dabao."