Laughing, the host always wants to escape

[Uh... Host, I don't have the authority to do this request. How about you...]

"I was just kidding you, Xiaoye." Hearing his stuttering voice, Tangcuo inexplicably wanted to laugh.

Outside the door, Mo Mian looked at Jian Rong's figure, stepped closer to him, and then punched him in the face. His face was gloomy, without any of the gentleness he had just shown when facing Tang Cuo.

Jian Rong was not paying attention and was punched directly into the wall behind him. After a few seconds, he came to his senses and looked at Mo Mian in front of him.

"Hand Xiaocuo over to me earlier, and he won't get hurt." Mo Mian's tone was full of coldness, "I'll say it again, the West City Pier is yours, I only want Tangcuo."

Jian Rong wiped the remaining blood stains from the corners of his mouth and replied in a deep voice, "I'll say it again, Tang Cuo, I won't give in to anyone." As he said that, he waved his hand, and several men in black surrounded him instantly.

"If you want to rob it, you can give it a try."

"You..." Mo Mian narrowed his eyes slightly.

Before he could finish his words, a subordinate in a gray shirt ran over and stood respectfully beside Mo Mian, "Master Jiu, the person has been caught."

"Keep an eye on him. Don't let him die. I'll go and interrogate him myself later."

"Yes." The man got the order and turned to leave.

"There's one thing I don't understand. Mr. Mo Jiu has never had any hatred towards the Tang family. Why does he have to hold on to Tang Cuo?" Jian Rong looked at his face, as if he wanted to grasp some key information.

"Mr. Jian, it's better if you don't interfere in my affairs." The two of them talked back and forth, neither of them giving in.

After a long time, the lights in the operating room finally dimmed, and several doctors walked out of the operating room with tired looks on their faces.

Looking at their figures, the two walked up to them at the same time, "Doctor, what's going on? How's the person inside?"

"Don't worry, both of you. Fortunately, the bullet didn't hit a vital part and it has been safely removed. After resting for a while, you should be able to get out of bed and walk." The doctor's words were like a reassurance pill, gradually calming the two men's restless hearts.

"Can he be discharged from the hospital now? We can find a specialized expert to treat him regularly." Mo Mian couldn't wait to take Tang Cuo away.

"Maybe not yet. We need to observe for a period of time, and we can only be discharged from the hospital after the patient's consent." The doctor replied.

"Yeah." After hearing his words, Mo Mian didn't insist on anything. After all, Tang Cuo's health was more important.

"When can I go in to see him?" Jian Rong's face turned pale.

"The patient hasn't woken up yet. We will transfer him to the general ward later and you can go to visit him. But you have to be quiet. He needs to rest now." As soon as he finished speaking, the doctor left with the file in his hand.

After a while, several nurses pushed Tang Cuo out of the operating room. Mo Mian and Jian Rong followed behind the operating cart and entered the ward together.

Seeing Tang Cuo lying on the bed without any reaction, Mo Mian's eyes trembled, and then he looked at Jian Rong, "You blame his father for killing your father, but you also killed his father. It's common sense to avenge a great hatred. He even blocked a bullet for you. There is no need for you to hate him anymore."

"My hatred for him has nothing to do with you. I will never let go unless I die." Jian Rong said in a firm tone.

"Then let's see if your life is as tough as you say." Mo Mian narrowed his eyes, turned around, ignored him, walked straight to Tang Cuo's bed, and chuckled, "Jian Rong, I'm curious, you don't let go, is it because you discovered your feelings for him..."

"Apart from hatred, there is no other feeling between him and me." Jian Rong interrupted him directly, speaking in a firm tone, as if to emphasize it to him, and also to himself.

Time passed by little by little, and neither Jian Rong nor Mo Mian left, staying quietly in the ward.

Tang Cuo, who was pretending to be asleep, couldn't hold on any longer in the second half of the night and fell asleep in a daze.

However, he heard everything that Jian Rong and Mo Mian had said just now.

He even took the blame for Jian Rong, but now it feels like it's not worth it.

When Tangcuo opened his eyes the next day, the scene around him shocked him. He was supposed to be in the hospital, but he found himself in a villa.

Tang Cuo pinched his thigh fiercely, "Shh~ It hurts, am I... not dreaming?"

Tangcuo slowly moved his body. The pain from the gunshot wound on his back had been blocked by the system. He raised his eyes and looked around. "Xiaoye, where is this?"

[This is a private villa. When you were asleep, the attacker took advantage of Mo Mian going out to look for the killer for you and moved you here.]

"Oh my god, didn't the doctor say that I had to get my consent?" Tang Cuo asked him puzzledly.

[Uh... Host, don't be surprised. There are always exceptions.]

"So what do you say now? Are the guards outside very strict?"

[With three layers inside and three layers outside, it is extremely difficult for the host to escape.]

Tang Cuo frowned unconsciously, then lay back on the bed, "How low has his hatred value been now?"

[Forty-six percent.]

"Okay, I see."

Suddenly, there was a sound at the door. Tang Cuo looked there and saw Jian Rong, wearing a white shirt, walking in slowly.

There were several doctors in white coats following behind him. Seeing that he was awake, Jian Rong suddenly stopped, wondering what he was thinking.

"Where is this?" Tangcuo asked first.

"My private villa." Jian Rong waved to the doctors and said, "Go check him again. If you need any equipment, just ask my assistant."

"Okay, Mr. Jian."

"Why didn't you send me to the hospital? Jian Rong, shouldn't you have obtained my consent before transferring me out?"

"The hospital is too noisy, which is not conducive to your recovery."

Jian Rong pursed her lips, then turned around, walked to the window and looked out.

After a long while, several doctors came close to Jian Rong after checking, "Master Jian, Master Tang is recovering very well at the moment, you can rest assured, we will prescribe medicine for him based on his physical condition later."

"Hard."

"It's my duty." After saying that, several people left the bedroom, leaving only Tang Cuo and Jian Rong.

"You sent someone to watch me? Jian Rong, what exactly are you going to do?" Tang Cuo questioned.

Jian Rong turned around and walked to his side, with a puzzled look in his eyes, "Why did you take the bullet for me?"

"It wasn't intentional, it was subconscious." Tangcuo turned his head away and didn't look at him.

Jian Rong raised his hand and turned his head back, forcing him to face him. "Do you think that just because you blocked this bullet for me, the hatred between us will be written off? Tang Cuo, you are too naive."

are you crazy?

Or is it paranoia? I'm really impressed.

"Then send me back. I don't want to stay with you."

"You don't want to be with me? Then who do you want to be with? Mo Mian or Duan Nanxing? Or someone else?" Jian Rong pinched his chin and said viciously, "Tang Cuo, give up struggling. We are destined to be tied together in this life, and the fight will last until death."