Laughing, the host always wants to escape

In the evening, Tang Cuo sat on the edge of the bed, seemingly thinking about something, his peach blossom eyes unconsciously curved upwards, his fair skin and tall nose made it difficult to look away.

Jian Rong's eyes fell on him from time to time, and then he turned his head away silently.

"Well, you're a patient... How about you sleep on the bed tonight and I sleep on the sofa?" Tang Cuo looked at him and then comforted him, "Don't worry, no one will come in."

"No need for that. I'll sleep on the sofa. I'm dirty and will make your bed dirty." Jian Rong said calmly.

Frog, have you changed your personality? You are so polite to me now?

Tang Cuo looked at him scrutinizingly, his eyes narrowed, and whispered, "I'm a little uncomfortable with your politeness."

"You're right. As your bodyguard, I can still position myself clearly."

"That's true. You should sleep on the bed and I'll sleep on the sofa. Get well soon so we can get things done. Don't delay too long." Tang Cuo didn't give him a chance to retort. He picked up the blanket beside the bed and said, "You go to sleep first. I'm leaving now."

Having said that, he turned and walked out of the bedroom.

Tangcuo threw the blanket on the sofa and lay on it casually, looking at the ceiling with a pair of sparkling eyes. "Xiaoye, what do you think will happen to Jianrong in the future?"

[According to the system detection, Jian Rong, as the protagonist of this plane, will eventually regain power, and then deal with the host's family and take revenge.]

"That is to say, in this dimension, I am his stepping stone."

[To put it simply, this is what it means.]

"So my end is to die in his hands?"

[Yes. ]

When Tang Cuo heard his words, he clicked his tongue a few times and said, "I don't think I would die so easily if I fell into his hands." Tang Cuo pouted and then sighed.

Time passed slowly, and the little person on the sofa began to breathe evenly. Tang Cuo snuggled in the blanket and wrapped himself tightly.

With a subtle "click" sound, Jian Rong held the wall with one hand and came carefully to Tang Cuo's side, his pair of black eyes looking down at his eyebrows.

The warm yellow light shone on the two of them. Jian Rong's eyes were filled with hatred without any concealment. He gently placed his hand on Tang Cuo's neck.

The slender neck was held in Jian Rong's hand, and it seemed that it would be broken with just a slight pinch.

There seemed to be a voice in Tang Cuo's mind constantly shouting: Kill him, this good opportunity must not be missed, he is the son of the enemy who killed your father, Jian Rong, what are you waiting for?

Jian Rong's fingers clenched slightly, and her breathing became heavier.

"Hmm~" Tang Cuo felt a little itchy on his neck while he was sleeping. He shrank his neck, let out a soft moan, then turned over and continued to sleep.

Jian Rong withdrew his hand, his eyes darkened, and he returned to the bedroom silently: The time is not right yet. I want not only his life, but everyone's life. I can't alert the enemy, otherwise it will be more trouble than gain.

Thinking of this, Jian Rong suppressed the hatred in his eyes and lay on the bed. It was late at night, but he was more awake than during the day.

The next morning, Tang Cuo opened his eyes, washed up simply, and went to the bedroom to check on Jian Rong. Jian Rong had also woken up early, sitting on the bed against the wall.

"How are you? Are you feeling better?" Tang Cuo looked at him with a smile.

"Much better, young master." Jian Rong's face was calm.

Suddenly there was a commotion at the door. Following a knock on the door, Bai Mian walked in. He narrowed his eyes and examined Jian Rong lying on the bed.

Then, he turned his gaze to Tangcuo beside him and asked in confusion, "Xiaocuo, why is he in your bed?"

"Well... wasn't he injured? He passed out after being thrown into my room yesterday. I thought he was too heavy, so I didn't move him and let him sleep on the bed." Tang Cuo made up an excuse.

Hearing his words, Jian Rong's eyes became even more profound.

"Yeah." After hearing his words, Bai Mian no longer doubted, "Xiaocuo, go out and wait for a moment. I have a few words to tell him."

"What? Can't I listen?" Tang Cuo frowned.

"It's not an important matter. Be obedient and it will be fine in a while." Bai Mian reached out and touched his head.

"Well, Third Brother, you are not allowed to bully him."

"I see. If I bully him, will he still be able to stand here intact?"

Hearing his words, Tang Cuo felt relieved and turned to go to the living room to wait.

"Xiao Ye, can you hear what they are saying?" Tang Cuo was playing with the things in his hands out of boredom.

[Okay, host, do you want to listen?]

"Is it important?"

[It's not important. Your third brother was just afraid that he might plot something, so he went in to warn him. There's no important information.]

"Okay, then I won't listen to it anymore." Tang Cuo stood up and walked around the room casually.

The door opened with a click, and Bai Mian came out. He looked at Tang Cuo with a smile on his face, "Xiao Cuo, be careful when you go to collect debts. Some people are quite extreme. I'll bring a few more people with you when the time comes."

"Okay, thank you, third brother." Tang Cuo smiled back.

"Why be polite? We are all family. Okay, nothing else. I'll leave first as I have something else to do." Bai Mian patted his shoulder and walked out with square steps.

Tang Cuo glanced at his back and then walked back into the bedroom.

He shifted his gaze to Jian Rong's face, and seeing that his expression seemed even darker, he couldn't help but feel confused.

[System prompt: The attacker's hatred value has risen to 110%]

Huh? This is off the charts?

No, what did he say to him?

When Jian Rong saw him come in, his expression returned to his usual calmness.

"Um...can you walk now?" Tang Cuo looked at him cautiously.

[Host, strong, arrogant, unreasonable]

"Jian Rong, throw one for me right now." Tang Cuo straightened his back and said.

"You...what did you say?" Jian Rong's expression was a little chapped.

"Nothing? Nothing? I'm just kidding. I've watched too many stupid movies recently... Hahaha... Don't mind it." Tang Cuo smiled awkwardly, "I'm asking if you can leave."

"No."

"Okay, we'll set off in the afternoon." Tang Cuo nodded.

"I said I couldn't."

"I know, so we took a car, now let's go. Walking more will help our body recover." Tangcuo clapped his hands.

Shi Rui, who was still guarding the door, heard the voice and immediately ran in, "Young Master, what do you want me to do?"

"Shi Rui, when we go to collect the debts this afternoon, go find a spacious and comfortable car in the garage. Tell them that they don't need to bring so many people. A few will be enough."

"Yes, I will prepare now."

On the other side, Feng Cheng was standing at the dock, his blue dress was blown up by the wind, and his willow-like eyebrows were wrinkled.

Looking at the people who were caught, he closed the fan in his hand and tapped it lightly on his palm, "Have they all been caught?"

"Reporting to the Fourth Master, they have all been caught." The subordinate on the side said respectfully.

"Where's the goods?"

“They were all cut off.”

"Well, you did a good job. Let's just do as we said before and hand it over to the nearest police station for processing." Feng Cheng leaned on the railing, "You guys will handle it later." After saying that, he walked towards the black McLaren on the side.

"Yes." Several people behind him nodded one after another, and then continued to deal with their own affairs.