Quick Travel: Save the poor little villain

When Zhou Chengjun came out of the hospital, his face didn't look very good.

It’s not because of a leg injury. The private doctor repeatedly assured me that it was just a minor contusion and would be fine after a few days of rest.

Instead, he used his connections to investigate, but he couldn't find any business rivals who were suspected of having plotted against him.

This feeling of being out of control made the boss very unhappy.

He sat in the car on the way back to the hotel with a sullen face, his fingers tapping unconsciously on his knees.

Suddenly, he seemed to remember something, took out his mobile phone, opened Liang Yanze's chat window, and quickly transferred a considerable amount of money to him.

Note: Bonus.

Liang Yanze, who was checking his subsequent itinerary on a beach chair at the new hotel, heard the prompt tone, took out his mobile phone and took a look. He was stunned by the transfer from his immediate superior.

Of course, as a well-trained, professional and calm general assistant, Liang Yanze would never really question his boss.

He thought for a moment and replied carefully.

Liang Yanze: Mr. Zhou, what expenditure is this amount used for? I need to register.

As soon as the message was sent, Zhou Chengjun's reply popped up, and his tone was as domineering as ever.

Mr. Zhou: It’s not an expense, it’s given to you.

Mr. Zhou: I always felt that Xitang was too cold towards me after returning to China. Only during this hospitalization did I realize how worried he was about me. Speaking of which, I'm so grateful you didn't help me block that chandelier.

Liang Yanze: "..."

I don't really understand your boss's train of thought.

What's more, he wasn't responsible enough to want to help Zhou Chengjun block the chandelier.

Zhou Chengjun seemed to think it made more sense the more he spoke, and added another point with a firm tone.

Mr. Zhou: Xiao Liang, you are indeed a very qualified assistant.

Liang Yanze was silent for a few seconds, then typed a standard reply on the screen with his fingertips.

Liang Yanze: Okay, Mr. Zhou. Thank you, Mr. Zhou.

Then he calmly recorded the unexpected money in his account and carefully noted it as a special event bonus.

Reason: Failure to protect the boss from disaster.

After dealing with this little episode, he put his phone aside and continued to review the documents that had been almost processed. Finally, he summarized them and sent them to Zhou Chengjun for review.

After doing all this, he relaxed a little, leaned back on the soft chair, and looked at the blue sea in front of him.

The sea sparkled in the sunlight, and in the midst of that brilliance, there was a blurry and distorted black mist that only he could see.

The black fog was floating over the sea like a child who had found a new toy.

Liang Yanze watched quietly. After many attempts and observations, he was sure that only he could see this strange monster.

The black mist, which had had enough fun, noticed his gaze and immediately gave up playing in the water and floated towards him happily.

Jinchen immediately lay on his wife's chest.

A hazy mist gathered around him, enveloping him like a cold veil.

Jinchen especially liked to cling to the side of Liang Yanze's neck, where the skin was thinnest and the sound of the beating blood vessels was very pleasant to him.

Liang Yanze couldn't help but tilt his head back, trying to avoid being too close.

The cold touch caused tiny particles to appear on his skin. He pursed his lips in silence, breathing a little heavier. He subconsciously clenched his hands, and the gaps between his fingers were filled with fine, slightly warm sand, and then slowly loosened his hands.

Liang Yanze tried hard to regulate his breathing, trying to ignore the strange feeling of being wrapped in intimacy.

After a moment's silence, he spoke, his voice a little deeper than usual.

"Why did you... attack Mr. Zhou that day?"

Jinchen prepared to explain.

——Because Zero Gun Gun said they were the beginning of the story's breakdown, and I was annoyed that they delayed me from following you.

Before he could open his mouth, he was interrupted by Ling Gungun.

[No, host, you can't talk about the mission! You can't reveal the world plot and the existence of the system.]

Ling Gungun was so anxious that the data was floating around.

Jinchen swallowed the truth that was on the tip of his tongue.

The incarnation of the Abyssal Swamp was used to being straightforward, and this situation of having to conceal something made him feel a little uncomfortable.

[The Abyssal Swamp...will not lie.]

Jinchen announced his settings to Ling Gungun a little depressed.

Zero Gungun: [???]

How come Mr. Pixiu doesn’t know that there is such a bad setting?

"Then please be vague. Don't reveal the mission or the system." Ling Gungun hurriedly offered advice.

Jinchen digested the suggestion, reorganized his words, and replied to Liang Yanze: "That's what I want to do."

That's not really a lie.

After reading the original plot, he really wanted to punish Zhou Chengjun, who made his wife's future so miserable.

Liang Yanze was a little surprised by this rather willful answer.

But then he thought, trying to understand monsters with human logic and morality is futile.

Perhaps in the eyes of this monster, there is no need for complicated reasons as to who to attack and why to attack.

Similarly, if he couldn't take more initiative or find a way to control the monster before it left on its own, sooner or later it would do something even more extreme to him for some trivial reason.

Thinking of this, Liang Yanze's eyes became slightly colder.

This is a very deep emotion of human beings, which cannot be detected by the abyss swamp.

Seeing that he didn't say anything, Jinchen took the initiative to move a little, and more mist spread behind Liang Yanze, gently supporting his lower back.

Inexplicably proud, "Wife, you can lean on me, my arms are very majestic."

Liang Yanze: "..."

He imagined himself reclining on a beach chair out of nowhere, and the possibility of being seen by other travelers or hotel staff in the distance, so he immediately declined.

"No, thanks."

The Abyssal Swamp is very unpredictable.

Being rejected outright, Jinchen felt unhappy.

The mist wrapped around Liang Yanze's wrist tightened slightly, like a cold and slippery tentacle, encircling his fingers, and the tip even simulated the touch of tiny teeth grinding against each other.

There was a tingling and slight pain in the fingertips.

Liang Yanze lowered his eyes and looked at his fingers being entangled and gnawed by the tentacles. His fingertips curled up slightly, and his tone remained calm.

"I told you last night that you can't suck my blood again within three days."

This was the first verbal agreement he attempted to make with the monster after his bloodletting.

But Jinchen is not a human being, and human promises have limited binding force on him.

He just wanted to follow his own heart, so he chose to be selectively deaf.

Jinchen continued to rub the finger, and the feeling was like holding it in his mouth.

As expected, monsters cannot be communicated with using common sense.

Liang Yanze's eyes darkened.

The subtle, continuous tingling sensation caused shivers to spread quietly along the fingertips, bringing a tingling pleasure mixed with slight pain.

Liang Yanze's eyebrows, which were used to suppressing and restraining themselves, relaxed very slightly for a moment, and his eyes behind the lenses drooped to cover his trembling pupils.

But he controlled himself so well that he didn't even notice the abyss swamp that was so close and vaguely connected to his senses.