Quick Travel: Save the poor little villain

The tank appeared suddenly and left quickly. No one knew what kind of magic this mysterious man who suddenly appeared used.

Dorogo was stunned when he took over.

It turns out that when Sigmund asked him to cooperate, he just wanted him to show up!

Boss, why don't you be the overlord?

Jinchen had already slipped away.

As Jinchen arrogantly left with Winslow in his arms, it eventually became a permanent topic of mysterious conversation in the dungeon.

In fact, he was forced to leave by his wife who locked his hands, and he had a premonition that if he didn't go back to comfort her, big problems would arise.

As for Yun Ran, who carries the secret of the antidote.

When Winslow asked about it in the car, Jinchen boldly pinched his angry wife's cheek and explained, "Yunran's sister, I didn't save her for nothing."

But I don't have time to be a nice person all day long.

Winslow guessed tacitly and lowered his eyes without avoiding Jinchen's intimate actions.

"You bribed his sister and asked if Yun Ran was the carrier of the antidote?"

"Yeah...yes." Jinchen nodded.

If you replace bribery with interrogation, everything will be correct.

It’s true that Yun Ran is loyal to his wife, but for a therapist with no background and who is too “kind” to climb to such a high position in the dungeon, even the halo of the protagonist is too dazzling.

Where there is an abnormality there is always a cure.

Jin Chen lowered his head and kissed Winslow's cold cheek softly, "My dear, don't be angry. I will admit my mistake to you, okay?"

Winslow looked up at him, "What did you do wrong?"

Jinchen: "...My mistake was not to continue to let you tie me up?"

"laugh."

Winslow suddenly chuckled, as if mocking himself.

"Brother is right."

As he said this, he looked at Jinchen with misty eyes and his pale cheeks were full of fear.

"I tied you up, it's not good, you don't listen."

"But I'm too scared, brother."

Winslow pressed down on Jinchen's thighs, half-knelt on him. The car was running smoothly without any bumps. Jinchen still half-wrapped his waist, "My dear, I..."

He was halfway through his words when Winslow threw him in with a kiss, their noses touching, so intimate and hot that there was no distance between them.

Then, Jinchen smelled a bad smell and tasted a bit of bitterness on the tip of his tongue. It was the medicine that Winslow had hidden under his tongue.

Jinchen stared at Winslow with a deep gaze for a few seconds, and finally he let go of his hand, closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

Winslow closed his eyes, his long eyelashes were wet, he buried his head in the crook of Jinchen's neck and rubbed it gently, whispering.

"I'm so scared...Brother, don't blame me, don't blame me..."

I've gone crazy a long time ago.

Now that my enemies are dealt with, I only have one obsession left.

Brother, I want you to never run away.

Winslow tilted his head, nestled in Jinchen's arms, looking at the night speeding by outside the car window, as if he was also immersed in the endless sticky darkness.

The tide flooded over the heart and drowned the breath. The only thing left was the driftwood named Jinchen. Once lost, it would be more painful than death.

-

When Jinchen woke up again, it was probably daytime.

He tried to judge by the only window in the room, but the window paper was hazy and there was an iron barbed railing on it.

The room is very large and has quite a lot of furnishings, but the various things piled up at the door make it dizzy and it is difficult to tell what their functions are.

Jinchen's hands, feet, waist and abdomen were all locked with iron chains, and he couldn't separate from the bed under him. He could only slightly raise his head to observe the room.

The floor under the bed was covered with carpets, there were strange photos and paintings on the walls, and in the aisle area leading to the door was a large floor-to-ceiling mirror.

Jinchen still remembered that apart from the mirror and strange decorations, it was probably a replica of the bedroom in his home before.

When Winslow was a child, he liked to go barefoot in the summer and would occasionally fall on the ground, so Jinchen simply covered the entire upstairs with carpets.

Jinchen's expression was filled with tenderness. He turned his head to look at the painting on the wall, and suddenly his brows furrowed.

This isn't right.

The photo hangings record Winslow’s growth since he arrived home at the age of ten, and his smile changes from shy to genuine joy.

But there was only Winslow in each photo, when it was supposed to be a photo of them together.

The blank space around Winslow was like a void of white shadow, hazy and making people's memory vague.

[Oh, that's a bit scary! But this is because the timeline was pulled back to normal track. You don't exist in that timeline, so...]

Ling Gungun sighed, this was really too sad for Tong.

How scared Xiao Luo would be when he saw this!

Jinchen watched in silence for a long time, thinking back to the days when they met again. Winslow said that the company in China was still there, and so was the house, but those things that had lost any trace of his existence, how much effort would it take for his sweet baby to "stay"?

The pain in his heart was beyond words and eventually turned into a deep sigh. Jinchen leaned back on the pillow, and the shadows of lights appeared hazily in his sight.

【Zero eggs.】

【Huh? 】

【Pull out Tian Dao and give him a beating. 】

【Hey! 】