Laughing, the host always wants to escape

On the sofa in the middle of the villa, Jian Rong was wearing a black suit, with his legs crossed on the table. He exuded a cold aura and was completely different from before.

Tang Cuo was picked up by two big men and thrown in front of him. His white legs hit the ground and immediately several red marks appeared. Tang Cuo frowned in pain and looked up at the man in front of him.

He stood up unsteadily, his tone a little soft, "Jian Rong..."

Suddenly, a force pushed Tangcuo to the ground, and then several voices came, "Don't call our Rong Ye by his name."

Tang Cuo narrowed his eyes and pinched the corner of his clothes with his fingers. Before he could make any move, he heard the voice of the system in his mind again.

[Host, don't fight back. Your hatred value is decreasing too slowly. If you don't catch up, the subsequent waste of time will be even longer. Please be patient.]

Hearing Xiao Ye's voice, Tang Cuo sighed helplessly: It's true that money is hard to earn but shit is hard to eat.

Suppressing the anger in his heart, Tang Cuo once again looked at Jian Rong, "Are you going to lock me up forever?"

"Heh." Jian Rong sneered, stepped forward, pinched his chin, and lifted it slightly, "Tang Cuo, until I find your father, you can only stay here and can't go anywhere."

"You are illegally imprisoning someone, which is against the law."

"So what? Who can catch me now? Tang Cuo, from today on, you have to make your position clear. The son must pay for the father's debt, and you will never be able to repay it in your lifetime." Jian Rong released his chin and pushed him casually.

The feeling of weakness caused Tang Cuo's lower back to hit the corner of the table directly. A stinging pain came over him and a tear mark appeared at the corner of Tang Cuo's eye.

Jian Rong looked at his face and frowned unconsciously. He suppressed the discomfort in his heart and ordered the servant beside him, "From today on, whatever you do, let him do it. I want to see if our young master, who has never done any housework, can learn these rough jobs."

"Yes, Master Jian."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a noise at the door, and Gu You walked in with a few brothers. When he looked up, he saw Tang Cuo half-kneeling on the ground, and curled his lips.

"Hey, isn't this the young master of the Tang family? Why is he kneeling here?"

"Master Gu Hui, he is now a servant in the villa. He is in your eyesore. I will take him down immediately." The servant at the side came forward, pulled his arm and dragged him aside.

Tang Cuo stood up and followed the maid. He turned around, glanced at a few people, and then left the hall.

"Brother Jian, how are you going to deal with him?" Qi Ci raised his lips with an evil smile.

"Yes, after all, it's yours...you won't let him go so easily." Le Qingsheng also echoed.

Seeing that he had no intention of replying to them, Gu You quickly spoke up to smooth things over, "Okay, on such a good day, let's not mention him. It's unlucky. I'll host you at Longquan Mansion tonight to congratulate Brother Rong on his return."

"Okay." The few of them were tactful enough not to mention the matter again.

On the other side, Tang Cuo curled his lips in anger, wiped the rag with both hands, and then wiped the table beside him, "These idiots, I'm so mad at you."

[Host, don't be angry. After this plane is finished, we will not leave him a sequel, so that he will regret it for the rest of his life.]

Hearing his comfort, Tangcuo's mood really improved a bit, "By the way, Xiaoye, my father is really..."

[Sorry host, the system detected that your father has indeed no vital signs, please... don't be too sad.]

For a moment, Tang Cuo felt a sense of emptiness and discomfort in his heart, and even his hands that were wiping the table trembled a little unintentionally.

"Xiao Ye, I can't quite describe how I feel right now. I feel a little sad, but not too deeply." Tang Cuo's voice weakened a little.

[This is the shielding ability given to you by the main system, which will offset some of your feelings, so you won't feel so sad.]

"Hey, what are you daydreaming about? Hurry up and clean this place up. The clothes haven't been washed yet, and the floor hasn't been mopped yet." The servant at the side looked at him condescendingly.

"Don't we have a washing machine for washing clothes? As for mopping the floor, can I mop the whole villa by myself?"

"So what? Young Master Jian's clothes need to be washed by hand. Besides, since you are a servant here, you have to listen to us." The servant raised his hand and was about to slap him in the face.

Tang Cuo grabbed her wrist in time and did not let her succeed. Instead, he used force to throw her to the ground.

Jian Rong, who was downstairs, heard the servant's shouting, and hurriedly got up and walked towards the two of them.

What caught my eye was the servant lying on the ground, while Tangcuo was standing beside him, his little face full of rebelliousness.

His tone became colder, "What's going on?"

"Master Jian, I just asked Tang Cuo to wipe the table and mop the floor as you instructed, but he said that he had never done any housework at home. He also said that it was all done by us and he would not do it himself. He even pushed me down..." The woman looked at Jian Rong with an innocent face and her tone was as pitiful as it could be.

"Tang Cuo, are you ignoring my words? Do you still think you are the arrogant young master of the Tang family?" Jian Rong's face immediately turned cold and he asked.

"Heh." Hearing his question, Tang Cuo sneered, "I don't know when your family became so poor that I have to wash clothes by hand, and there is not even a washing machine?

Besides, the villa is so big, and they let me mop the floor by myself. What are they doing? Just watching me do it? Didn’t you say that whatever they do, I do it. If they don’t do it, why should I do it? "

Hearing his words, Jian Rong's face became even gloomier. He raised his eyes and glanced at the people around him, then his eyes returned to Tang Cuo again, "I don't know when you became so eloquent?"

"There are so many things you don't know." Tang Cuo didn't have the patience to pay attention to him. Instead, he picked up the rag and continued to wipe the table.

While working, Tangcuo seemed to have thought of something and looked up at him, "Where are my brothers?"

"You still have the energy to care about them, but you can't even protect yourself."

"They didn't participate in hurting your father. You can't transfer your anger to them." Tangcuo said in an urgent tone.

"So what? They attacked me. You don't think I'm a magnanimous person who can let bygones be bygones." Jian Rong looked at his angry expression and felt inexplicably good.

"I have a party tonight, you come with me."

"I'm not going." Generally speaking, nothing good will come from going to such a banquet. Rather than being criticized by others, it is better to work at home.

"You're not going? Tang Cuo, I remember that your third brother's marksmanship seemed to be very good. I don't know if he can accept becoming a useless person." Jian Rong threatened blatantly.