Laughing, the host always wants to escape

Looking at the wolf-like eyes of several people, Tang Cuo suddenly didn't want to move forward. He looked at Jian Rong with a bit of weakness in his eyes.

"Beauty, why are you looking at Brother Rong? Brother Rong is straight. Come to my side and let me take a good look at you." The man hooked his finger at Tang Cuo.

"Hong Yizhou, be careful and don't play too much." Gu You looked at Jian Rong's increasingly gloomy face and reminded him.

Tang Cuo did not move, but stood there silently. He really wanted to know what Jian Rong was thinking.

"Didn't you hear? Young Master Hong asked you to go over, Young Master Tang." Jian Rong picked up the wine glass on the table, took a sip, and spoke calmly.

"Young Master Tang? Which Young Master Tang?" Hong Yizhou caught a few key words.

"He's the young master of the Tang family in City A. Now that the Tang family has fallen, the once arrogant young master has to serve us drinks." Huo Lang smiled.

"Oh?" Hearing his words, the desire in Hong Zhouyi's eyes deepened. Then he stood up and took a few steps towards Tang Cuo.

He put his hand on his shoulder and pulled him to his side. "So it was the Tang family that offended Brother Rong? Then there's nothing to say." Hong Zhouyi raised his hand and pinched his chin, forcing him to look at him.

Tang Cuo narrowed his eyes slightly, raised his hand and slapped away his restless palm, "Don't touch me."

"As expected of the young master of the Tang family, you have such a hot temper?" He turned his gaze to Jian Rong and smiled, "Brother Rong, I will talk to my father about the land in the south of the Hong family city."

Jian Rong raised the red wine glass in his hand, with a smile not visible in his eyes.

"Tang Cuo, is it? I am a rather gentle person. If you follow me obediently, everything will be easy. If you don't obey, I have many methods to deal with..." Hong Zhouyi raised his hand and touched his cheek.

Tang Cuo did not speak, but silently turned his gaze to Jian Rong, with a trace of sadness in his eyes, "Do you really want to give me to him? I ask myself, I have not done anything bad to you."

"But this is what your family owes me." Jian Rong chuckled, raised his hand, and motioned Hong Yizhou to please help himself.

"Little guy, you see Brother Rong won't save you, so you'd better stay with me." As he said that, he pretended to put his arm around Tang Cuo's shoulders and waved at them.

"Sorry, I have a beautiful lady in my arms, so I have to leave you first." As soon as he finished speaking, Hong Yizhou forcibly carried Tang Cuo out of the box and walked straight to the lounge upstairs.

Tangcuo did not struggle, but followed his steps quietly.

[System detection, the attacker will reach the host in three minutes.]

"Why didn't you stop it earlier? It's hindsight." Tang Cuo narrowed his eyes, his tone a little angry.

Upstairs, Tang Cuo was pushed hard by the man behind him and fell directly onto the bed. The man behind him raised his hand to lock the door, and quickly took off his shirt, revealing his solid chest.

"You know what, Xiaoye, he has a pretty good figure." Tang Cuo glanced at his strong abdominal muscles.

[...]

"My little beauty, are you getting impatient?" Hong Yizhou rushed towards him.

Tang Cuo pursed his lips, then stood up and dodged him. The man did not touch him, nor was he angry.

"Tang Cuo, your time from now on is mine. You want to run? You can't run away." Hong Yizhou clicked his tongue twice.

On the other side, ever since Hong Yizhou took Tang Cuo away, the temperature in the entire box instantly dropped by more than ten degrees, like a huge ice cellar. Jian Rong said nothing, tightly holding the wine glass in his hand.

The crack extended upward along the wall of the cup. He listened to other people's idle chatter, his expression becoming more and more solemn.

"What a pity! How come that beauty was taken by Hong before I even got my hands on her."

"Yeah, those legs are so white, I can't imagine what it would feel like to touch them."

"Coward, I dare to think, I dare to imagine other things, such as him under me..."

The dirty words of several men reached Jian Rong's ears and became more and more disturbing. His face turned pale and he pursed his lips.

"But it's a pity that Hong Yizhou is having a lot of fun. I don't know if the little beauty can come back alive." The man smiled.

With a "pop", the sound of glass shattering resounded throughout the box, and the eyes of several people fell on Jian Rong at the same time.

He stood up calmly and looked at everyone, "I have something to do, I'll be out for a while."

"Brother Rong, please do as you please." They didn't know where his anger came from, they just knew that they shouldn't provoke him now.

Jian Rong walked out, and Yin Xia followed him silently.

"Check, where was Tangcuo taken?"

"Uncle Rong, it's room 62." He had guessed long ago that Uncle Rong might not want to hand Tangcuo over to others, so he was more careful and greeted the front desk in advance.

Jian Rong quickened his pace, then got on the elevator and headed straight to the top floor.

In the room, Tang Cuo suddenly felt a kind of heat in his body. He shook his head restlessly and asked, "What did you do?"

"You didn't do anything? You just came to cheer us up." Hong Yizhou smiled, then seized the opportunity, grabbed Tang Cuo's arm and pulled him onto the bed.

"You...drugs?" Tang Cuo's cheeks flushed and he looked pitiful.

"It won't have any side effects on your body, baby, but I can't bear to do that." The man stroked his hair and pressed him tightly under his legs.

Despicable, he is so skilled in doing this kind of thing, it is obvious that he has harmed many people. Tang Cuo's head is getting heavier and heavier, and the figure in front of him seems to become blurred.

"Xiao Ye, can you block out my physical feelings? I'm really feeling uncomfortable."

[Processing host's request, processing... failed.]

"Failure? Why?" Tang Cuo bit his lower lip tightly and did not let go until he saw blood.

[System detection, the attacker is too close to the host, so shielding failed...] Ono said a little embarrassedly.

Hong Yizhou squeezed his jaw and said, "My beauty, don't bite yourself. It will hurt me."

Tang Cuo was forced to loosen his clenched teeth, his charming eyes were moist, "Don't be like this..."

His voice was so soft that Hong Zhouyi swallowed unconsciously. He gently untied the bow on Tang Cuo's chest, flicked his lively cat ears, and then slowly bent down.

Suddenly, there was a rapid knock at the door. Hong Zhouyi narrowed his eyes and then continued with his hands. "Ignore them, let's continue, baby."

Seeing that no one answered, Yin Xia looked at Jian Rong, "Mr. Rong, I'll go to the front desk to get the key for you."

Jian Rong's eyes were deep, and then he took a step back and kicked the door panel, which shook violently several times.

Jian Rong kicked the door a few more times, and with a "bang", the door fell to the ground. He walked around Yin Xia and headed straight towards the bedroom.

Jian Rong reached out to open the bedroom door, and saw Hong Zhouyi kneeling on Tang Cuo, holding his arms with both hands, his clothes in disarray. Tang Cuo's cheeks were flushed, a few tears slipped from the corners of his eyes, and the bow on his chest fell off, exposing a large area of ​​skin.