Quick Travel: Save the poor little villain

The banquet hall was in a mess when the lights came back on. The frightened guests were talking about it, the security guards were nervously maintaining order, and the hotel's medical staff rushed to give emergency bandages to the injured Zhou Chengjun.

Zhao Xitang's face was frighteningly pale. He tightly grasped Zhou Chengjun's uninjured arm. His body was still shaking slightly and he had not yet recovered from the stress reaction.

He was breathing rapidly and kept urging, "Call 120 quickly and send him to the hospital for examination."

Zhou Chengjun's arm was bleeding a lot, but he was conscious and was more worried that Zhao Xitang's body would be stimulated.

He endured the pain and lowered his head to comfort the person in his arms, "Xiaotang, don't be afraid, I'm fine, really, it's just a minor skin injury, and some bleeding."

"How are you? Are you feeling unwell? Is your heart in pain?"

Zhao Xitang shook her head, tears streaming down her face uncontrollably, as she examined the makeshift gauze bandage on his arm.

"He lost so much blood... How could he be alright..."

Zhou Chengjun coaxed him a few words, then looked up at Liang Yanze, "Xiao Liang, are you okay?"

He just saw Liang Yanze preparing to rush over to block it, and he felt relieved. He felt that Liang Yanze was not only an outstanding subordinate, but also a brother who could stand up at the critical moment.

The boss decided to give Xiao Liang a raise.

Liang Yanze suppressed all his emotions and said, "I'm fine, Mr. Zhou."

He touched his earlobe and seemed to still feel the slight stinging sensation of being bitten by lips and teeth, as well as a damp and cool feeling.

Zhou Chengjun nodded and, despite the pain, ordered, "It's a mess here. I'll have to trouble you to stay and deal with the aftermath and cooperate with the hotel and the police."

"Okay, Mr. Zhou, don't worry." Liang Yanze agreed.

Only then, with the help of Zhao Xitang and medical staff, Zhou Chengjun left for the hospital for a detailed examination.

Liang Yanze watched them leave and then immediately started to clean up the mess.

He communicated clearly with the hotel manager, cooperated with the police who arrived after hearing the news to take statements, comforted the frightened guests, and handled the situation in an orderly manner.

But in the busy intervals, I would always glance at the shadow corners around me without leaving a trace.

The cold embrace in the darkness, the whispers next to my ears... too real to be an illusion.

But when the lights came on, there was nothing there again.

Ye Lu hid at the entrance of the corridor leading from the side hall to the main hall, and had a panoramic view of the thrilling incident that had just occurred.

He was filled with fear and hatred. He was afraid that there really was a murderer, and he hated that the murderer was so useless that he failed to succeed and kill Zhao Xitang.

Seeing Zhou Chengjun being helped away injured, Ye Lu's eyes rolled, and he quickly squeezed out a few tears and ran over pretending to be panicked and worried.

"Mr. Zhao, are you all okay? I'll go to the hospital with you. I can help take care of you!"

Zhao Xitang was uneasy at the moment. He only vaguely remembered that Ye Lu was the general assistant. He didn't think much about it and nodded with a pale face.

Ye Lu was secretly delighted and quickly caught up with Zhao Xitang's car.

Liang Yanze was busy until late at night before he finally cleaned up the mess in the banquet hall.

He received a message from Zhao Xitang saying that Zhou Chengjun had stitches on his arm but was fine and was resting. He was asked to go back and rest early and not rush to the hospital.

Liang Yanze replied, "Okay, Mr. Zhao, have a good rest."

Only then did I feel my nerves relax and a deep sense of fatigue surge over me.

Liang Yanze walked alone to the terrace outside the banquet hall. The cool night breeze blew over, slightly dispelling the noise and bloody smell that remained in the banquet hall.

He rested his arms on the cold glass railing, looking at the dazzling city night view below, a little absent-minded.

As if possessed by some mysterious force, he whispered to the empty terrace.

"Jinchen."

The voice was so soft that it disappeared into the night wind as soon as it came out.

The only sound on the terrace was the gentle rustling of the potted plants in the wind.

After a few seconds of silence.

Just when Liang Yanze thought he had really lost his mind and was about to turn around and leave, he heard a very slight movement from the shadow of the decorative flower stand behind him near the entrance to the terrace.

Liang Yanze turned around and looked.

A man walked out slowly from behind the flower stand.

The man was tall and straight, wearing a black windbreaker with a unique texture. He almost blended into the night. He was handsome to the point of being weird. He was staring at him without blinking, with the corners of his crimson lips curled up in a smile.

Dimly, I saw a line of ghost lights, revealing a peach blossom face.

Liang Yanze had never seen this face before.

But the moment their eyes met, the familiar throbbing from the depths of his soul, accompanied by a huge visual impact, made him a little dazed. He stood there for several seconds, unable to look away.

When people are good-looking to a certain extent, they can really look like ghosts and goblins.

This is the Jinchen in front of me.

But as those gray pupils stared at him and the distance between them narrowed, Liang Yanze belatedly felt fear creeping up his spine.

It had been a long time since he felt the aggressive and dangerous aura from Jinchen.

Although the previous mist form was also willful and reckless, it was always a bit ignorant and would act coquettishly.

And the figure before me...

More like a complete and complete predator in control of everything.

Jinchen obviously didn't give him time to adapt and think.

Jinchen walked up to Liang Yanze, and his cold fingertips, like the finest cold jade, gently touched Liang Yanze's slightly cold cheek in an intimate manner.

Then, he put his arms around Liang Yanze and pulled him into his arms without saying a word, hugging him tightly.

"Wife," a low and pleasant voice sounded close to Liang Yanze's earlobe, sticky and drilling into his ears.

"You found me."

Even the embrace was cold, with a chilling scent of agarwood.

The moment he completely embraced Liang Yanze in his arms, blurry images and fragments exploded in Jinchen's mind.

Different scenes, different clothes, the same soul, all tightly embraced in his arms in various postures.

It was as if they had hugged each other like this countless times, across countless time and space.

But this strange feeling came and went quickly, like quicksand on the fingertips, leaving only emptiness.

Jinchen frowned and remembered this familiar feeling.