Laughing, the host always wants to escape

After hanging up the phone, Meng Zhuo leaned over and looked down at Tang Cuo, "We are no longer partners now, Xiao Cuo doesn't need to worry anymore."

Tang Cuo didn't expect that his words would be so effective.

Meng Zhuo carefully picked him up, put one hand on his shoulder, and looked back at the three people standing there, "Three young masters, I guess you guys like to play?"

"Second Master, please listen to our explanation... We really didn't know he was your brother, otherwise we promise we wouldn't..."

"Jiuyan, don't you see the three young masters are still standing there? Why don't you find a few people to keep them company? Do you still need me to teach you such a small thing?" Meng Zhuo interrupted their conversation and glanced at them with cold eyes.

"Yes, Second Master, I will leave these three distinguished guests to a few brothers who like to play with men, and I will deal with them later." Jiuyan's voice was calm and he easily decided the future fate of the three people.

"Yeah." Meng Zhuo nodded slightly, then strode out of the private room with Tang Cuo.

The moment the door was closed, a wailing sound was heard from inside, but Tang Cuo had no idea what exactly had happened.

Meng Zhuo walked on the corridor, and his black leather shoes made a "crunching" sound when they touched the marble floor.

He didn't say anything, but his whole body gave off an aura that kept strangers away.

Meng Zhuo carried Tang Cuo to a large empty box, then carefully placed him on the sofa, pulled over a stool and sat in front of him.

Tang Cuo looked at Meng Zhuo, whose face was gloomy, and swallowed his saliva, "Second brother, you...are not angry?"

"Xiaocuo? You are so naughty." Mengzhuo said seriously, "If I hadn't gone, how confident were you that you could escape unscathed? And you just took advantage of the time I walked in and deliberately fell to the floor...

Do you know that there are pieces of glass left next to you? If you are not careful, you may hurt yourself. "Meng Zhuo tapped his forehead.

"Uh... Brother, do you know... I was pretending?" Tang Cuo's eyes were evasive.

"I know your abilities. You will never be knocked to the ground by a bunch of idiots. I will tell my eldest brother about this when I get back and ask him to teach you a lesson." Meng Zhuo turned around and looked at Shi Rui, who was standing motionless against the wall.

Seeing Meng Zhuo's gaze looking over at him, Shi Rui immediately lowered his head, looking like an elementary school student who had made a mistake.

"Shi Rui, do you know what mistake you made?"

"I know that I did not do my duty to protect the young master. He almost got hurt. It was my dereliction of duty." Shi Rui half-knelt on the ground and pursed his lips.

"Now that you know, go to the Good Fatality Hall to receive your punishment when you return." Meng Zhuo waved his hand.

"Yes."

"Second brother...this matter has nothing to do with him. I went to the bathroom on my own without letting them follow me. He shouldn't have to be punished."

"It's okay, Xiaocuo. If anything happens to you here today, not only him but also my second brother will be held accountable. Do you understand?" Meng Zhuo touched his head.

“You can’t ask for this favor today, but you don’t have to worry. After all, he is your man, and the Good Faith Hall will not use harsh measures on him.

Before that, you should think about what would happen if your brother knew about this, right? "

Uh……

Tang Cuo looked at Shi Rui with a bit of apology in his eyes, and reached out to hold Meng Zhuo's sleeve, "Second brother, let's make a deal. Don't punish Shi Rui. I promise to report to you wherever I go in the future. Besides, I'm really not here to play today, I'm here to collect debts."

"Where's the bill?"

"Well... although the debt was not collected, I have grown and will have experience next time."

"You." Hearing his words, Meng Zhuo chuckled a few times, "If we let you collect a few more times, we will go bankrupt."

There was a knock on the door, and Jiuyan walked in with his long legs and stood in front of Meng Zhuo. "Second Master, everything has been cleaned up, and the car is ready. You can go back anytime."

"How's it going? Xiaocuo, have you had enough fun? Do you want to go back?"

"Well, let's go back." Tang Cuo said softly.

Jiuyan took a few steps forward and carefully placed the shoes in his hand in front of Tangcuo, "Young Master, your shoes."

"Uh...thank you, thank you." Tang Cuo was a little embarrassed.

A white Bugatti Veyron was speeding on the road. Tang Cuo sat next to Meng Zhuo, feeling a little nervous and scratching his hands from time to time.

Meng Zhuo glanced at his little movements and asked softly, "Why? What do you want to ask me?"

"Brother, if I don't collect the money, will father blame me?"

"You are afraid of being blamed. Why did you stop me from helping you deal with the aftermath?"

"He doesn't have a penny on him. Even if he lets you go, it won't be of any use."

"Young master's idea is a little biased. Even if the means are available, there are still three thousand nails on the broken ship. He can always find a way to hand them over." Jiuyan explained while driving.

"Forget it, forget it. I have already arranged Shi Rui to do the follow-up. I won't let him get away so easily." Tang Cuo smiled.

Suddenly, he seemed to remember something and turned his head to look at Meng Zhuo, "By the way, brother, have you ever met Jian Rong before?"

"No, he has been taking over his father's business. We meet occasionally and we are just acquaintances." Meng Zhuo folded his hands, "Speaking of which, when did you become so interested in him? I remember you cried when you saw him when you were a child."

Cry, why don’t I remember?

[Host, the system has not transmitted those older memories to you. There is too much knowledge and I am afraid you will not be able to remember it.]

"Thank you so much for thinking of me." You don't really think I'm mentally retarded.

"Maybe I've grown up, I think he's a pretty good guy." Except for being a little cocky, self-righteous, willing to go against others, and some of them being born to deserve a beating, everything else is fine.

"Xiaocuo, I'm telling you, try to stay away from him in the future."

"Why?" Tang Cuo was a little puzzled.

"Do you know how we caught him?" Meng Zhuo's eyes were deep, as if he was thinking, "He could have escaped. We sent out a search team at the time, but we couldn't find him. But later, he showed up again and pointed a gun at my father.

Either his brain is broken and he lacks rationality, or there are other people behind him, so he took the bait."

Uh... no need to think about it, there must be someone behind him, otherwise how could he make a comeback in the end?

"Brother, do you know who is behind him?" Tang Cuo asked with interest.

With a "click", the Bugatti Veyron suddenly braked. Tang Cuo couldn't keep his balance and fell forward.

Meng Zhuo, who was beside him, quickly grabbed his neck and stabilized his body. "What's going on?"

Tang Cuo sat back in his seat, still a little frightened.

"Second Master, a Cayenne suddenly changed lanes and cut in front of us." Jiuyan explained.