Quick Travel: Save the poor little villain

There was a gentle knock on the door of the lounge, and the waiter's concerned voice came from outside the door, "Sir, are you okay? Do you need any help?"

Liang Yanze struggled to pull himself away from the intricate interweaving of pain and pleasure and regained consciousness.

He opened his eyes and looked in the mirror; his arm was no longer bleeding.

Only where the chest had been wrapped and pressed by the mist did any ambiguous traces remain, which looked somewhat terrifying.

Liang Yanze took a deep breath, suppressed the heart-pounding trembling, and stood up quickly. His fingers were a little weak, but he still straightened his messy shirt as quickly as possible, smoothed his suit, and tied his loose tie again meticulously.

The red hue in the eyes behind the lenses caused by emotion had not yet completely faded away before it was suppressed by a calm look.

He walked to the door and opened it.

A worried-looking young waiter stood outside the door.

"I'm fine, thank you." Liang Yanze nodded slightly and smiled politely and distantly.

"Thank you." Jinchen also said, looking lazy and satisfied.

[Thank God.] Ling Gungun also breathed a sigh of relief.

Two days later, the tour group building finally ended.

Return charter flight.

Zhou Chengjun was probably in a good mood, showing the humane side of the domineering CEO. He waved his hand and announced to the core team.

"After you go back, take a day off to adjust yourself, and then report back to the group the day after tomorrow."

Everyone was naturally grateful.

Liang Yanze sat by the window, outside of which was a flowing sea of ​​clouds.

Jinchen lay on his chest.

Ling Gungun diligently sorted out the follow-up tasks for Jinchen.

[Host, we will enter a critical phase after returning. We must remember our main goal.]

[Prevent the protagonist from being deceived by Ye Lu and Zhou Chengjun, and destroy his relationship with Zhao Xitang, otherwise the subsequent plot will be ruined.]

Jinchen was a little absent-minded, [I understand.]

The mist moved from Liang Yanze's shoulders to his neck, like a small black snake, clinging tightly to that piece of warm skin.

Jinchen condensed his tentacles and quietly slipped them into the gap of his shirt collar, exploring for a warmer place.

I rubbed it.

Liang Yanze: "..." The action of trying to get deeper into the clothes really made his scalp tingle.

Liang Yanze quickly pressed the side of his neck, just enough to suppress the rebellious tentacle.

"Jinchen." He lowered his voice to stop her.

The tentacle twisted restlessly under his palm.

Jinchen said confidently, "Wife, don't move around, or we'll be discovered by humans."

He turned the tables, completely ignoring the fact that he was the one who caused the anomaly. Not only did he not retract his tentacles, he also split into even finer threads and continued to drill under his shirt.

Liang Yanze closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and his chest rose and fell slightly.

There is no point in arguing with Jinchen in such a situation; it will only make you look more weird.

He could only suppress the annoying slight tremor, leaning back in his chair, and no longer moving.

Zhou Chengjun, who was sitting diagonally in front, had just finished replying to the message and frowned unhappily.

His personal account received a friend request with the note "Chief Assistant Ye Lu".

An intern, bypassing the level and directly adding the president's private number?

The boss was unhappy and ignored the application, planning to have a good talk with Liang Yanze later.

The management and rules of subordinates must be strengthened.

Zhou Chengjun turned around and wanted to say something to Liang Yanze, but saw that he had his eyes closed, his brows slightly furrowed, and he seemed very tired.

Zhou Chengjun swallowed the words that were about to come out of his mouth and looked away in confusion.

Has Xiao Liang been assigned a heavy workload recently?

After getting off the plane and getting on the car back to the city, Zhou Chengjun couldn't help but ask Zhao Xitang next to him.

"Xiaotang, do you think I assigned too much work to Xiaoliang? He looks very tired during this trip."

Zhao Xitang glanced at him indifferently and tapped his forehead with her fingertips.

"The amount of work is another matter, but it would be better if you could give him fewer weird things to deal with."

Zhao Xitang is well aware of her husband's occasional domineering behavior and the extra workload it brings.

Zhou Chengjun said "oh", touched his forehead that was tapped, and put his arm around Zhao Xitang without thinking any more.

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After several twists and turns, I finally returned to the familiar city.

Liang Yanze's apartment is very close to the group. It is decorated in a minimalist and cold style, with black, white and gray as the main colors. It is so clean that there is almost no trace of life.

Only after opening the door and returning to his private space did Liang Yanze finally relax.

The journey was exceptionally long and exhausting.

Jinchen was very excited.

He looked around the house curiously, which was filled with the scent of his wife.

There is a cool and refreshing smell everywhere, just like his wife, I like it very much.

Jinchen couldn't wait to let his aura spread and mark his presence.

Liang Yanze took off his coat, sat on the sofa with a slightly tired look and closed his eyes to rest. Not long after, he smelled the deep, damp scent of agarwood.

And it's getting thicker and thicker.

Liang Yanze opened his eyes in confusion, and the scene before him stunned him.

The entire living room was about to be filled with thick black fog. The light became dim and distorted, squeezed and invaded by the inhuman black fog.

For Liang Yanze, the fear from the unknown would only subside when Jinchen huddled into a small ball and lay quietly on his shoulder.

However, the sight of something that was about to devour everything still aroused his instinctive fear.

He needs to calm down.

Liang Yanze stood up, walked to the kitchen in the dark, opened the refrigerator, took out a glass, filled it with water, tilted his head back and took a sip.

Jinchen also came over and absorbed a little.

He is essentially swamp mist and can never have too much water.

Suddenly, the water cup in Liang Yanze's hand suddenly became lighter.

He looked down and saw that the entire cup of water had been absorbed by Jinchen.

Liang Yanze: "..."

He looked at the black mist and asked, "Are you thirsty?"

Jinchen was caught and quickly calmed down, becoming less oppressive. A tentacle cautiously reached out and rubbed his fingers.

"It's okay." I just couldn't control myself when I saw my wife drinking water.

After rubbing the fingers, the tentacle turned and touched Liang Yanze's cheek, which was cold and slippery.

Jinchen suddenly became active, "Wife, I'll give you some water."

"What...um!"

Before Liang Yanze could react, he was enveloped by the thick, damp and cold agarwood mist.

My mouth and nose were instantly blocked, and all I could breathe was the cold, heavy, water-filled mist.

Liang Yanze was caught off guard and pushed back against the refrigerator door. The glass in his hand fell to the ground with a crisp shattering sound.

Even clearer than the sound of breaking glass was the illusion that something inside his body seemed to be collapsing and about to break.