Laughing, the host always wants to escape

"Why do you want to leave the villa?" Jian Rong said in a low voice.

"I didn't, what's the matter? Mr. Jian won't even let me out of the bedroom, right?" Tang Cuo struggled to get out of his arms.

Sensing his restlessness, Jian Rong's grip tightened even more. He squinted his eyes and looked at Tang Cuo in his arms, "You want to leave here with Mo Mian?"

"I haven't seen you for a while. How come Master Jian is suffering from paranoia?" Tang Cuo retorted without any hesitation, "Why? You must have been humiliated by someone else and are taking it out on me."

"Stay in the villa honestly and don't do any useless little tricks. If I find out again that you leave the house without my permission, I will break your legs and lock you up." There was a hint of cruelty in his eyes.

After saying that, Jian Rong carried him straight back to the villa, threw him on the bed, then turned around and prepared to leave.

"Jian Rong..." Tang Cuo called him, his voice a little weak, then silently stood up and leaned against the bed behind him, "Since I blocked a bullet for you, can you please not lock me up in the villa..."

Jian Rong felt an inexplicable pain in her heart when she heard his voice. "The garden of the villa is my biggest concession to you." As soon as he finished speaking, he walked out of the bedroom.

Looking at his back, Tang Cuo sighed and said nothing more.

In the evening, a roar was heard. After just a few minutes, Yin Xia helped the drunk Jian Rong into the bedroom. He looked up at Tang Cuo who was doing nothing nearby, and then put Jian Rong on the bed.

"Young Master Tang, Master Rong drank a little too much tonight, and I... still have some work to do. I bought some sobering soup, so I may have to trouble you to take care of him tonight..." Yin Xia took a deep breath.

“You want me to take care of him?” Tang Cuo pointed at himself in disbelief, then chuckled, “He and I have an irreconcilable feud, aren’t you afraid that I will take the opportunity to kill him…”

"...I'm a little worried, but if I fail to complete the task, I will lose my bonus this month. Young Master Tang, please have pity on me. I'm leaving first. You've worked hard..." After saying that, he turned around and left quickly without giving him any chance to speak.

Watching his fleeting back, Tang Cuo's eyes were filled with a dark line: Money is more important than the boss, he is indeed a good national employee...

Tang Cuo turned his gaze to Jian Rong. His cheeks were slightly red and he did look drunk.

Tang Cuo sighed, then got off the bed, took off Jian Rong's shoes and threw them aside.

Then he reached out and gently took off Jian Rong's coat.

Suddenly, his fingers seemed to touch something hard, and Tangcuo carefully took out the things in his pocket.

It was a new revolver. He casually held the gun in his hand, shook it twice, and then opened the magazine. "Hey, there are still bullets?"

As he said this, he put the magazine back in, then pointed the muzzle of the gun at Jian Rong's head, with a gloating tone, "Let you point a gun at me? And threaten me? I'm telling you, Jian Rong, if you threaten me again, be careful or I'll hit your head off."

Tang Cuo talked to himself for a while, and after he had satisfied his desire to talk, he put the gun into his jacket pocket and threw it aside.

He stood up and wanted to bring the hangover soup over, but before he could take a few steps, he was pulled back by a strong force and pinned under him.

Then, Jian Rong raised one leg and pressed it on his knee. Then, she put his hands behind his head and looked at him with a dazed look.

The buttons on his chest had unbuttoned, revealing his strong chest. Tang Cuo swallowed and said, "Jian Rong...what...what are you going to do?"

"Shh." He reached out his other hand and gently touched his lips, "I don't like you calling my name."

"Ah? Then what should I call you?"

Xiao Deng, what are you going to do?

"I remember you used to call me Brother Rong. Can you call me that again? I want to hear it." Jian Rong said in a low and hoarse voice, slowly guiding him.

"Oh my god, have you drunk too much? Do you know who I am?" Tang Cuo struggled to move his body, trying to break free from his shackles.

"Be obedient and don't move." Jian Rong's breathing became heavier.

"...Is that alcohol or aphrodisiac you drank?" Tang Cuo swallowed, his heart beating rapidly.

"Call me Brother Rong... just call me..." Jian Rong placed his hand on his chest and slowly slid it down.

Tangcuo shuddered, and tears gradually formed in the corners of his eyes: It’s over, my dignity is ruined… Bah, my innocence is ruined…

For the sake of his own innocence, he fought hard. "Brother Rong..." Tang Cuo called out softly.

Hearing Xinyi's call, Jian Rong smiled gently, then let go of her hand, lay down on the bed beside her, and fell asleep.

Seeing him move away, Tangcuo slowly let out a sigh of relief, "It's not Xiaoye, he has a split personality, he threatens me during the day, but is so gentle at night? I can't stand it, I really can't stand it..."

[…Maybe the Captor has his own ideas? Host, don’t worry. He is a little extreme, but he doesn’t have split personality.]

"Okay." Tang Cuo looked up at the hangover soup on the table, "Then I won't give him the hangover soup, to prevent him from getting crazy again after he sobers up."

[...]

Just like that, Tang Cuo ran directly to the sofa beside him and then lay down.

After a few minutes, I fell asleep.

Hearing his even breathing, Jian Rong slowly opened his eyes.

There was some hesitation in his eyes, and then he cast his gaze on the chair beside him: he deliberately put the pistol in his pocket. He thought Tang Cuo would take this opportunity to attack him, which would also cut off the only bit of goodwill he had for him.

Unexpectedly, he didn't take any action. Jian Rong's face became more puzzled.

He got out of bed, carefully carried Tangcuo back, and then covered him tightly with a blanket.

"Tang Cuo, it would be fine if you always stay like this. Don't ever let me know that you did all this to deceive me." He reached out and touched Tang Cuo's cheek, then slowly lay down beside him.

The next morning, Tangcuo opened his eyes again and found himself lying on the bed. He reached out and touched his body. "Oh my god, am I sleepwalking? I don't think I have this disease. Hey? Where's Jian Rong?"

He turned around and found that he was the only one left on the huge bed. Jian Rong beside him had disappeared at some point.

"Forget it, who cares where he goes? It has nothing to do with me." Tang Cuo shrugged, "By the way, Xiao Ye, where should our next turning point be?"

[Uh... back to the host, the next turning point is Duan Nanxing. He and Mo Mian are now looking for you. There is a plot in which he rescued you from here, and then was found by Jian Rong... and brought back.]

"Rescued and brought back? Then I'll just be running away for nothing?"