Laughing, the host always wants to escape

"No, you are my bodyguard. In order for you to adapt well to your future life, I will reluctantly work with you." Tang Cuo forced himself to make excuses.

"Okay, I'm going to go out for a while, you think about it carefully." Tang Cuo pursed his lips: Shi Rui and his father haven't found a reason yet, it's really troublesome.

Thinking of this, Tang Cuo stepped out of the room and walked on the road alone. Looking at the black-clad men passing by, he casually waved his hand and asked, "Where's Shi Rui? Why can't I see him?"

"Young Master, Lord Shi Rui has just been punished in the Good Punishment Hall and is now lying on his bed."

Oh, how could I have forgotten this...

"Is it serious? Have you seen a doctor?"

"I've already seen a doctor. I only suffered some minor skin injuries. The doctor said I need to rest well." The subordinate replied respectfully.

"Well, you go and do your work first, I'll go see him." Tang Cuo turned a corner and walked towards the other side.

A few minutes later, he raised his hand and pushed open the half-open door.

Shi Rui was lying quietly on the bed, his body wrapped in snow-white gauze and an IV hanging on the back of his hand. When he heard the door open, he didn't turn around, thinking it was a subordinate who was sent to look after him.

"Could you please come over and give me a leg massage? I've been kneeling for too long and my legs are a little stiff." He said in a polite voice.

Tang Cuo didn't say anything, but smiled, then walked to the bedside, half squatted, and gently pounded him a few times, also loosening up his muscles.

After just a few minutes, the door rang again. A short man looked up at the scene inside the room, and the medicine bottle in his hand fell to the ground with trembling hands.

The noise startled Shi Rui who was lying on the bed, "What happened?"

"Young Master?"

Before Tangcuo could make a gesture to keep quiet, the man directly called out his name. Tangcuo curled his lips helplessly.

Hearing his voice, Shi Rui immediately turned around and looked at Tang Cuo who was half-squatting beside him, and wanted to stand up.

"Stop, don't move." Tangcuo held his hand in time, "You don't have to get up if you are injured."

"I didn't know you were coming. I deserve to die." Shi Rui said hurriedly.

"Okay, it's okay. Just pound your legs a few times. It won't hurt a piece of flesh. It's no big deal." Tang Cuo consoled him. "By the way, how do you feel?"

"It's just some superficial injuries, it's okay." Shi Rui pursed his lips, "Young Master, what's the matter with you coming to see me?"

"Oh, there is something, but, looking at you like this..." I won't lie to you.

"I can just find someone. I'm going abroad to play with the young master of the Shao family. I wanted to take you with me, but you should take good care of your body. I'll find someone else..."

"I'm sorry, young master. I'm sorry to cause you trouble." Shi Rui's voice became a little weaker.

"Okay, take a good rest. I hope you'll be well again when I come back." Tang Cuo reached out and patted his shoulder. "Okay, I'll be leaving now. You should get some rest."

Tang Cuo didn't stay for long, turned around and left, walking excitedly towards where Tang Hong lived.

The roses in the yard were in full bloom. Tang Cuo leaned over, sniffed the petals, and smiled brightly.

Upstairs, the door of Tang Hong's room was also half-open. Through the crack in the door, he could clearly see that his father seemed to be searching for something.

Tang Cuo reached out and knocked on the door. Hearing the sound, Tang Hong paused and pushed all the things away. Then he stood there and cleared his throat, "Come in."

Tangcuo pushed the door open and walked in.

"It's Xiaocuo, what's wrong? Is there anything wrong?"

"Well...Father, I'm going out to play with the young master of the Shao family tomorrow. I may have to stay abroad for a while, so I came to inform you, fearing that you would worry." Tang Cuo smiled at him.

"Going out to play? Okay, but be careful. Do you want your father to send a few people to follow you?" Tang Hong looked at him kindly.

"No, I can take care of a few people by myself, you don't have to worry about me." Tangcuo refused, "Since father agrees, I will go back and pack up. You should take care of yourself while I'm away."

"Okay, go ahead." Tang Hong waved at him, "You too."

As soon as he finished speaking, Tang Cuo backed out of the room and closed the door for him.

On the other side, Jian Rong took out the communicator and connected to the other side, "Gu You, starting tomorrow, I will go to Bai Mian's Shadow Guard for training. Don't contact me for the time being."

"Shadow Guard? Brother Rong, that would be dangerous, right?"

"Nothing. By the way, that person has also started to act. You should discuss countermeasures privately. Also, don't meet him yet, and don't have any actual contact with him." Jian Rong's eyes darkened.

"Okay, Brother Rong, I'll remember that. Please be careful too."

"Well, thank you for your hard work." Jian Rong clenched his fingers slightly.

"Okay." The sound of electricity gradually disappeared. Jian Rong put the communicator into the compartment of his belt, then sat back in his original position silently.

After a while, Tangcuo returned to his room, opened the door, walked in, and casually opened the closet beside him. "Xiaoye, do I need to bring any clothes for training tomorrow?"

[No need to bring any, because they will give clothes to the host.]

"Then I won't be running with my upper body naked like the person I saw today, right?" Tang Cuo's mind flashed through that scene.

[Uh... I don't know about this system either.]

Ugh!

Forget it.

Tang Cuo shifted his gaze to Jian Rong, then approached him and sat on the bed. "Jian Rong, how old are you?"

"Twenty-two." Jian Rong said calmly.

Twenty-two, that means he is two years older than me. "So in order to avoid being exposed, during the training period, should I call you Rong Ge? And you call me Tang Cuo?"

Jian Rong's gaze became more and more complicated.

"Don't worry, I won't blame you. Just change it back when you finish your training." Tang Cuo approached him and smiled at him, "Brother Rong?"

Jian Rong's heart seemed to skip a beat. He quickly turned his head and hummed softly.

[System prompt: The attacker's hatred value has dropped to 98%]

Listening to the system's prompt, Tang Cuo sighed, "Xiao Ye, what does a hatred value of 98% mean?"

[If a bullet comes from the front, the attacker will push you out to block the bullet without hesitation!]

Uh……

Why do I hear a sense of schadenfreude in your tone?

Tangcuo stood up and wanted to walk towards the living room...

"Wait a moment." Jian Rong stopped him.

"what happened?"

"My injury is almost healed. I'll sleep on the sofa tonight." Jian Rong said.

"Okay, then go to sleep." Tang Cuo shrugged and lay down on the big bed. "Remember to call me tomorrow. I'm afraid I'll oversleep."

Jian Rong didn't reply to him. He turned around, took a look at his actions, and walked out.

After a good night's sleep, Tang Cuo woke up earlier than expected. He stretched, got out of bed and washed up. Jian Rong in the living room had already woken up and was sitting on the sofa, silent, thinking about something.

Seeing him coming out, Jian Rong came back to his senses, his eyes indifferent.

Tangcuo raised his head and met his eyes, a little puzzled, "Xiaoye, why is he looking at me like that again? Did he PUA himself last night?"

[The system cannot detect the heart of the attacker.]

"Okay." Tang Cuo looked at him with a smile, "Good morning, Brother Rong, haha."

Jian Rong didn't say anything, but stood up, opened the door and walked out.

Tang Cuo looked at his actions but was not angry. He shrugged and followed closely behind him.